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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2013 17:56:56 GMT -5
It certainly wasn’t the first time that Edward found his body entangled into Jonathan’s. You would think Edward would know everything about form atop of him, the scars that traced his skin, his hip bone that constantly teased him, and his eyes. He had seen it all and more, but yet, when he came face to face with it once more, he found himself melting, gripping onto him like he might disappear altogether if he were to ever let go.
His whispered words on his lips sucked the ability to fight this desire away. He couldn’t deny that Jonathan was right. The pure animalistic look on his face caused a shiver to travel down his spine and hot need for him. God, he had never seen anyone look at him like that, like he was a prize winning steak waiting to be consumed. “Turn around then,” he smirked before leaning forward to capture those captivating lips that would most definitely consume him.
…..his head was falling….he was trying to move it forward, and it was falling. His head hit the soft comforter of the bed, as his hands slipped away from Jonathan’s chest. He felt Jonathan’s body around him, but he couldn’t control his own. His body was limp, leaving him naked on the bed like a frog ready for dissection. He growled in anger as he attempted to move his hand, move a finger, move anything! He couldn’t even turn his neck. His eyes glaring at the ceiling above before darting around to see if he could find Jonathan. Did he sedate him?!?! When the hell did he ever have the opportunity to do that?! No, he wouldn’t be able to move his mouth, and his mind would be in a fog. Currently, everything was working except for the simple fact that he couldn’t move anything.
He couldn’t deny though that there was something eerily familiar about his current circumstance, but he couldn’t place it. “Jonathan!” he barked, but then he heard the door open and the sound of footsteps. Two people. His eyes snapped to the door to see who it was, and his entire face turned pale as a corpse.
If Jonathan wanted to see true fear from Edward, his current expression of horror was a prime example. He took in the familiar woman that had used to occupy his time, noticing quickly the hatred that seemed to roll off her body. He had lived with this woman for a year, and while she liked to pretend that she was better than others because she had control of her emotions, didn’t mean Edward couldn’t read through the mask. He was a dead man. The mere fact that she was touching him with her powers, something she had never done to him, confirmed his fate. He could do nothing but lay here and take it, and that’s when he remembered why this was familiar. The Ventriloquist had been put into a similar state.
Jonathan’s voice returned him back to the present, and his eyes snapped back to him, not in anger or hope of help, but in confusion and a sudden realization that he had betray him. He had led this she devil on her vendetta right to him.
He couldn’t explain it, but something painful squeezed in his chest and for the briefest of seconds, he stared at Jonathan hurt and wounded.
Then it was gone.
Jonathan would pay for this. Edward would find a way out of this, and then he would make Jonathan pay for not only bringing her here, but for making him vulnerable, for making him caught off guard, for making him a loser trapped on a bed completely naked. Edward’s face flushed in fury, but his words were deathly cold, “Jonathan, if you wanted to torture me, you should have used your own two hands, but I suppose all cowards hide behind power that doesn’t belong to them.”
As soon as the words were said, his eyes left Jonathan, not seeing him fit to be a part of his sight, and went to Nina. “Hello dear, you caught with my pants down to say the least,” he said with a sigh, feeling annoyed this ever happened. However, if he hoped to get out of this, he would have to use the only thing available to him at the moment, his silver tongue that can spin poverty into a five star vacation.
“I must congratulate you. I knew you were after revenge, but I never considered you to catch me so off guard. Then again, I never expected Jonathan to be a fucking low life,” he hissed the last part, but tried to pull back his calm, “I should have been tapping his phone and following him on security feed right after you had your little visit with him in Arkham, but there is no point in thinking about ‘shoulds’ when the fact is that your now here and I’m now here, and you have me in an awkward position.” He licked lip in thought before he locked his eyes back to Nina’s.
“We both know you’re not going to kill me, even though I bet a part of you wants too. You’re going to make this very painful for me, but you are not going to kill me. The problem you have then is that if you don’t kill me and I eventually heal, you know I will come after you with my entire focus to the point that you will not be able to sleep until you check every item in your home to make certain I hadn’t added a camera or a bug. My eyes will be on you like glue, and if you ever thought of marrying me, well that’s pretty much what it will be like, because I will not stop my focus until death does us part. While I know you are upset about our last meeting in your kitchen, you have to realize that incident was merely a step in a larger plan whether you died or not, I just want you to imagine then what it would be like when my end goal is to actually ruin your life,” he spoke causally, as if he wasn’t paralyzed and naked on a bed, but had complete control of his motor movements, “Now, I’m not meaning that as a threat. I’m merely thinking aloud. You know what will happen if I heal after this incident, but you also won’t kill me. That leaves only one other option, which I’m guessing is the option you’re going to take. You’re going to do something to me that I cannot heal from, so I will never come after you again.”
He paused, as a sense of panic kept rising, but he tried to stay collected. “You’re talent in micro biology makes me nervous that you are likely going to mess with my prize possession…..my brain…..”
His eyes searched hers to see if this was indeed what she might be planning on doing. “You know dear, there is one more option. You can undo this and walk away. If you haven’t notice, I have not chased after you to ‘finish the job’. I hadn’t planned too. If you walk away from this, maybe we could be cordial to one another. After all, Nina, we did share our lives together for over a year.”
He didn’t think he was asking for much. He had bad break ups in the past, but he had to admit, he never had quite as terrible as this one. An ex springing into his fancy hotel room when he is about to have sex and paralyzing him is definitely something he can put on the top of bad break ups.
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Post by Nina Stenet on Dec 28, 2013 19:42:07 GMT -5
To say that Nina is skeptical about Crane's response would be putting it mildly - she's not blind and stupid enough to not notice the way he's breathing and how flustered he seems about the interruption. Though actually a part of her can see why he'd first send her that text message and that she'd find him in that position when she came in - she may not know him very well, but she does know Edward. But much more importantly, she hardly cares what's going on in Crane's head at the moment, so long as he doesn't try to stop her. So she simply shrugs all of that off as her focus turns to the reason why she's here.
She moves to stand in front of Edward, where he can see her. She's now completely recovered from the last time he saw her - her strength has fully returned and she has nothing but scars remind her of the incident now. Her hair is back in its characteristic ponytail, but she's wearing a black pantsuit with lavender pinstripes over a lavender blouse and the pearls around her neck and dangling from her ears are real for once. And she looks down at him with her arms folded and a dominating expression on her face as she listens to him trying to talk his way out of this. But the fact that she listens to his entire rant with her expression unchanged seems to indicate that nothing he says seems to work at all - she had more than enough time to think of the full implications of what she's planning and the possible alternatives. The fact that she's made it all the way here is proof enough of what choice the thought was best.
Only when he at last seems to be finished does she move, and when she does it's to take up nearly the same position that Crane had been in when she came through the door. But rather than straddling him in a more comfortable position, she sits much higher - over his diaphragm so that he has to fight with her body weight to breathe. And she leans forward, her eyes within a foot of his as she responds. "If our time together meant anything to you, you would never have broken your promise. Why should I hold that memory any more sacred than you do?" she asks him harshly, "You knew before you broke into my apartment what I'm capable of doing to you, you should have known somewhat of the odds that I would live, you should have known that I cannot forgive you for this, and you should have known that if I want to find you badly enough, I can find you. Do both of us a favor and stop underestimating me before I do kill you. And stop talking as if you have any more ability to make my life a living hell than I can in return. Or would you really to like to see which of us is better at that?"
Taking a breath to force herself to stay calm, she continues, "No, Edward, I'm not going to walk away - I can't. You act as if we can simply part ways and that I'd never have to worry about you again. What a lie! You proved that yourself the last time we met - I'd only be safe from you until hurting me again works into your 'larger plan' somehow. I will not live like that. Your stupid assumption that you can do whatever you want to me ends now." So much for his silver tongue.
She straightens, now looking down at him she speaks more lightly as she adds, "And yes, one of the things that I will do to you is 'mess' with your brain. But no, not your intellect. How are you supposed to fully learn from this if you're too stupid to appreciate what I've done? But first thing's first: I have two things to teach you and the first is just how flimsy the pedestal you put yourself on is." And as she says that, a certain distance comes to her eyes that he'd recognize - she's using her power. But, perhaps worryingly, he'd feel no pain or other sensations whatsoever to indicate what she's doing.
Meanwhile, Shawty holds back and watches all this from a distance, having positioned herself near the door. Though when Crane comes over to stand by her, she eyes him suspiciously and very deliberately increases the distance between them by another step. He may note that she's still holding her gun in her hand, not pointed at anything, but instantly ready for her to do so if she needs to. And since Mr. Nigma is paralyzed and Dr. Stenet is hardly a threat to her it doesn't take a genius to figure out who she considers it necessary to have her gun so ready for.
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Dec 30, 2013 1:43:48 GMT -5
There was a sensation there that he believed he had never truly felt before, not without a sickening element attached to it. As he made himself stand over by her assistant and watched her crawl on top of him all he could do was stare that that face look in Edward’s eyes. It was a look he had never seen from him before, it was more than just the perfect expression of terror in his eyes it was a physical breaking. It was almost as if he could see the veins cracking in his eyes ready to flood his eyes with blood and stain the bed red.
He remembered a time when he felt like he was breaking. That golden hair flashed in front of his eyes again. Dr. Crane brought his hand to his forehead in a minor confusion as Dr. Stenet made her speech. He couldn’t make the flashes stop. He saw her standing there through the trio of boys beating him to a blood pulp. She even looked beautiful then as she stood their laughing at him. He knew that right there is eyes had broken, it was the same as he had just seen in Edward’s eyes. But it wasn’t just his eyes, it was a feeling that rose to his throat. It felt as if his heart was ready to leap from his chest because of its swell. Why had it become so heavy? He hadn’t felt that sensation since the last time he saw her laughing at him.
But it was there now.
Suddenly the thoughts of his original plan were leaving his head. He was having to change his strategy very quickly. Dr. Crane was used to having to change plans on a dime to get what he needed but this situation had some unexpected difficulties and now Edward was at the mercy of a woman scorned. He needed to think fast but that was already being done for him. His mind was racing far faster than he had wanted to, he couldn’t place a certain thought and actually stick with it. His weight shifted next to the woman, he almost seemed uncomfortable.
The woman next to him was holding a firearm and he took note of this while he was standing next to her. He looked over at her, obviously her attention was focused on the man that towered over her and most of the people in the room. She could have seemed a dwarf from his view as low as she was to the ground. He kept his eyes on her, watching her as hard as she was watching him. She didn’t seem to think that Edward was much of a threat, she was right, in the state that he was in for whatever mystical reason he was not a threat and even he knew it. His words from the bed bit at him, they were bitter like he was chewing and spitting him out, like his name was disgusting on his tongue. Edward felt betrayed by not only one of his own but by Dr. Crane as who he was.
Dr. Crane was never one to betray his fellow professionals. He didn’t care about them but he also wasn’t a rat and he was smart enough not to burn his own bridges, however unstable they already were. Edward however was in a separate category from most professionals, it had gotten more personal with him, whether it was in a good way or a bad way was irrelevant. When it came to the police they all seemed to have the same understanding. It didn’t seem to matter how much they hated him or had against him when it came to law enforcement none of them ever sold out Dr. Crane. It was more of an unspoken rule once you had hit that level of what they all considered criminal activity, but he didn’t consider himself one of them in that sense. In this situation Dr. Crane had his own agenda as he always had, nothing was quite as it seemed.
In his mental stare down with Dr. Stenet’s assistant he knew they were having the same conversation. He would say she was short and she wouldn’t care what he had to say. It was that he needed to keep still or she’d shoot him and he figured that was probably the case, a risk he’d have to take. In one swift moment he put his hand to the gun and tried to turn it as he took his other hand and tried to slam her head into the wall. If anything he hoped it would knock her out. If not he would just do it again. From this height it wasn’t hard to do anything. ”Witnesses were not a part of the agreement.” He stated simply after letting go of her head despite how she may or may not be conscious.
He stepped forward now determined to see what she was doing to Edward. He was going to speed this along, it had been too long he had waited for what he wanted and the time to act was now. She got what she wanted now it was time for him to collect his. He made a long stride until he was just steps from her. Dr. Crane suddenly fell to the floor like his legs were ripped out from underneath him. At first he thought someone had gotten ahold of his legs but they just simply weren’t working properly anymore. He felt his heart rate pump even faster than before while Edward was flowing through his thoughts and his intentions with Dr. Stenet to follow. A low rumble came from his chest before his eyes rolled back. His chest leapt like something had just been throw into it and bounced his back off the floor like a ball.
He began to convulse like he was having a severe seizure.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2013 2:39:22 GMT -5
Have you ever seen the movie Kill Bill? Uma Thurman on a vendetta from hell after his former boss/lover massacred her friends, fiancé, and child, leaving her for dead. He remembered the wedding scene, they showed in graphic detail in the second installment, how Bill stood above her and shot her straight in the head, leaving blood and a twitching finger go limp. He never particularly liked pure violent flicks, but Echo & Query made him sit through both for a marathon one Saturday night. He had to admit, he had felt sympathy for Bill as the conclusion came. After all, the man was jealous and was protecting his business. He also raised their kid for twelve something years. Raising a kid isn’t easy! That would be a complete nightmare! Especially with how freakin stupid kids are! Instead of forgiving the old man, she kills him. Terrible ending! He didn’t give a damn if the movie was called Kill Bill, Bill shouldn’t have died.
He hated the fact that as she walked near him, in her uptight outfit, all he could think about was that fictional character dying on his fifth step. His breathing became extremely heavy as his mind growled and panic, wanting to move. If this wasn’t so life threatening, he could certainly appreciate the current dominatrix role she was playing, and wondered for a brief second why they had never experimented that during their sexual encounters. Her weight landed on his chest, but it not detour his heavy panic breaths. If anything, he tried to slow them on purpose, so she wouldn’t be able to catch how truly uncontrolled he felt about the situation.
His eyes never left hers as she began to respond. He realized that he was going about this the wrong way. He didn’t feel guilt for his actions, and he couldn’t fake guilt, but he needed to appease her in some way. He had lived through bad circumstances. He survived brain cancer, Ra’s, and Hush. He could survive this. He had to survive this. He bit his lip hard, trying not to snap at her and control this undying nervousness.
“Nina, you used to love me,” he said, his eyes digging into hers, trying to find the woman that had shown him something new. “I know. I handled the whole thing poorly. I’m not good with relationships. You were my first and only long term relationship. You were my only…..girlfriend,” he forced the word out. He had never called anyone that title. Even when they were actually dating, he had never called her by a label because he didn’t have girlfriends. He was a free spirit with intense ADD, constantly looking for the newest and shiniest thing he could get his hands onto. “You know so much about me. I shared things with you that I never shared with anyone,” he voice cracked, with how vulnerable he felt at the moment. “You know I not good with relationships. How would I know how to end one? How would I know how you’re supposed to react? I just heard you meeting with Selina, Penguin, Mr. Freeze, Lex, and Jonathan, and I don’t know what I thought. I thought you were against me, and it bothered me. It bothered me.”
He sucked in a sharp breath as she went on to talk about his brain. Pure panic ran across his eyes like he had just been informed of the end of the world. His head was shaking, and felt his eyes becoming wet with something he wasn’t used to happening. “Nina please!” he found himself begging like a child, “Nina please don’t!! You’re so much better than this!! You’re better than me! You always have been. You always kept me in line, a conscious I never could form myself. I don’t want to be the reason why hatred filled you! Please, Nina! Don’t!” a tear streamed down his face and he swallowed thickly. “You used to love me! And if you loved me, you’re supposed to always love me! That’s what love is! It doesn’t stop! How can you do this to me? Please, Nina, please,” he almost whimpered.
God, he had never felt so incredibly vulnerable in his life. He had never not had an escape. Where the fuck was Allen!?!??!?!?!?
He didn’t even hear the bang on the wall or Jonathan’s voice. He felt like his father was coming down the stairs. The large pounding steps, the slurred deep voice, the comments of failure and stupidity. He couldn’t hide from him. He never could hide from him. There was no escape!!
“I may only be given, not taken or bough. What the sinner desires, but the saint does not. What am I?” he said barely whispered the words, as if it was a pray to a god he didn’t believe in.
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Post by Nina Stenet on Dec 30, 2013 5:39:53 GMT -5
When Nina decided that she needed to find an assistant for herself, there was one main qualification: Whoever it was needed to be able to handle themselves. And not just themselves but also protect her in the bargain. She'd been in a relationship with a Gotham rogue at the time, after all - she's had the authorities, the vigilantes, and the other rogues in mind as possible threats. So she wasn't about to pick a run-of-the-mill bodyguard - some big, hulking and intimidating looking man who looks more impressive than he probably is.
Shawty is the exact opposite - she doesn't look like much at all, but she has the skills to do the job. In fact her fighting style is based around the fact that she's so small - it's actually an advantage to her, especially against a man as excessively tall as the man she's looking at now. Her main worry is that her sources indicated that he's extremely fast for a tall guy, which would negate most of her size advantage. Not all of it though - tall people may have a long reach, but someone as short as she is doesn't find it as difficult to make themselves further away. Which she proves when he suddenly moves. His attack and the fact that he makes a grab for the gun are both very predictable - he had that look in his eyes and any idiot is going to worry about the gun first thing. What she doesn't predict is that if anything the information she got under-exaggerated just how fast the guy is - she suddenly finds herself having to throw herself away from him as fast as she can to avoid being hit by the blows aimed at her. Normally she'd land in a force-absorbing somersault that would make any ninja proud, but not at this speed - instead she ends up landing in an inelegant heap, just trying not to accidentally fire her gun in the process as she bangs a hip and an elbow too hard into the floor. Ouch! When she looks up, Crane is already headed toward Dr. Stenet, but it'll take a few precious moments for her to sort herself out.
Oblivious to the other two people in the room, Nina watches Edward react. And in spite of his attempts to hide it, she knows him too well to not know what's beneath the surface - she even guessed that he'd have a at least a fleeting thought of the possibly sexual interpretation of how she's sitting on him. But she's hardly doing it for that - no, it's because she knew it would do exactly what it's doing: make him acutely aware of just how helpless he is right now. It's not enough to simply paralyze him - he'd still be far too able to reassure himself that everything was just fine if she didn't really make that fact sink in somehow. But no, everything is not fine for him right now and he'd damn well better realize that!
One again she listens as he tries to convince her, but once again it doesn't seem to be working at all. "Don't be ridiculous, Edward! You may not have known while we were apart that I still loved you and wouldn't have betrayed you, but don't pretend you didn't see it when you spoke to me. You knew it then - you saw it for yourself just before you stabbed me anyway," she says, the rage in her voice only increasing. If anything, such poor attempts to excuse his behavior only make her angrier.
Naturally, as she starts to get down to business his panic is somewhat of a distraction. But fortunately, she's an excellent multi-tasker and this stage of things isn't that difficult. Nerves and blood vessels are simple things - even if she makes a mistake it isn't difficult to simply fix it and continue. So she has more than enough mental energy to say, "I am what you made me, Edward. I never wanted anything more than to love you. And what do I have to show for it?" Her hands go to her shirt which she unbuttons just far enough to expose most of that section of her chest in between her breasts, where a straight surgical scar now follows the line of her breastbone - the standard placement of the incision for open heart surgery - still very visible because it's comparatively new. And it's just one of many, as he'd know - there's the ones on her back from the actual stab wound, not to mention the older ones from when he shot her. "Scars, Edward. So many scars - physical, mental, emotional - that's all I have. That's all my love for you has amounted to. Your love has has left me nothing but pain," she tells him, her anger slowly shifting into a distant sadness. But her voice is quite calm as she states, "Which is why it's only fitting that I take away something you love - something you're so very proud of. Who else deserves to be incurably impotent more than you? All the kings horses and all the kings men will never put Humpty together again..." And having said that, her expression shifts into the slightest of smiles.
But unlike Edward, she isn't so absorbed in what's going on that she completely misses hearing that something is happening on the floor nearby the bed. "Shawty?" she asks, turning her head to see what's going on. But her assistant is picking herself up off the floor while Crane seems to have collapsed. Shawty keeps her distance and circles the convulsing man to give her a clear angle for a shot if she needs to - it seems entirely too odd for this to suddenly happen so she half suspects that he's faking or something. And if he isn't, she hardly cares enough about him to try to help him or something. "It's fine," she tells her boss. And given Nina's current list of priorities, she's willing to accept that answer - she can worry about Crane when she's done with Edward. She still has his brain to do, after all, and that's the tricky part.
Her attention turning back to Edward, she catches his riddle and remarks, "I forgave you the first time you almost killed me. I regret that now, so I'm certainly not doing that again." There's a thoughtful pause before she idly asks, "Have you ever heard of expressive aphasia?" Of course, given the circumstances, that's hardly an innocent question.
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Dec 31, 2013 17:50:06 GMT -5
It was difficult to focus on anything in his current state on the floor. He felt himself moving from one side of the room to the other but he wasn’t moving. Suddenly he was falling through the floor in a space that wasn’t actually there. He felt for a moment that he was displaced from time in a place that he didn’t belong, or rather a place that didn’t want him, not how he was now. He felt a certain heaviness about him that he couldn’t pin point the exact source of, but he couldn’t hear their voices anymore. Was he ever with anyone at all? Had he even been in the room?
The body of Dr. Crane convulsed on the floor and it seemed some consciousness came back to him after his shakes seemed to stiffen and then taper off. ”Muilif ni retap” The gibberish left his mouth nearly seconds after he stopped shaking before he finally went still on the ground. He felt himself come back and was now staring at the ceiling. What had happened there? His heart was still racing. Was he losing control again?.....No…Not now, he couldn’t now. He still had a job to do and he wasn’t going to let these women or Edward get in the way of it, not that he could in the state he was in.
Asphisia…was the word he caught.
The doctor’s head turned to see Edward panicking on the bed. Such a beautiful sight. He knew that he didn’t care for Dr. Stenet but she had really done something to get into his heart and strike fear with such passion. If only she could understand. A small smile krept onto his lips and he turned his head to tilt more up to her instead of the angle it was placed on. ”There is clearly more to you than meets the eye. Clearly more…” He slithered out the words like they were intoxicating to see her in such a way. ”You use me…To come into my world and enact a rite that is mine….It’s the way you make your start.” He paused and licked his lips as to savor the moment society lost a child. It had ‘risin’ into his world, it had been reborn and was seconds from feeling that sweet taste.
He remained aware that there was another in the room, though he couldn’t see her or remember quite where he had left her for that matter. Perhaps she was still on the floor or had left. Maybe she was still standing right beside him, but it didn’t matter, right now all he could see was Dr. Stenet, his eyes completely focused on her and the body that she was over. ”It feels good doesn’t it?” His hand reached out toward her frame but couldn’t lift from the floor and therefore just remained at the bottom of the bed. ”But you take no pleasure in it…” An almost maniacal laughter, that of one of someone that was truly lost, left him in a few short seconds, soft and wicked.
The cryptics of Dr. Crane were always quite clear to him but to others sometimes it seemed confusing. But this was quite clear in his mind as he had stated it before. In an interview that was publicly televised he said it. It’s the way you make your start. Dr. Crane didn’t often group himself in with the rest of the professionals, mostly because they grouped himself in with him. He was before them and all of them just made their start. But he had realized something that society refused to see, something that made nothing that the rules that they made matter at all. Once the lynching begins there is no stopping it. Man will eat man until they find that pleasure……But they never will.
Pleasure…Didn’t exist. Dr. Stenet was just like them.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2014 14:17:07 GMT -5
The damp air hung to his skin, as his eyes went blank to the reality around him, his mind only hearing the constant drop from the broken sink and the sound of clothing in the dishwasher. His body folded under the staircase, attempting to hide in the shadows that were never quite dark enough. The large thudding sound of his giant boot came down on top of him.
THUD.
His heart pounded in his chest, his breathing escalated to an all time high, and his nails dug into his own knees until he felt a droplet of blood drip down his skin.
Don’t be ridiculous, Edward!
His eyes snapped focus at the feminine voice, to see that his father had only taken on a new form as his tormenter.
Love.
He had heard that word many times in his life. His mother would coddle him and smother him with the word before handing him over to his father. She would coo and promise that she cared for him, but if she really did, she would have taken him away from that monster who only sat at the television drinking his warm PBR. The more he heard the word, the less he was inclined to believe it truly existed. His senior high school English teacher who always wore the tight skirts and the revealing blouse to class had told him the false words as he lost his virginity to her in the janitor’s closet. She went on to explain how special and unique he was as she sent him hidden notes and kept him after class. It took him four months to realize that she was screwing five other guys as well. He couldn’t classify that as love or the girl that had captivated his heart in college. She would whisper into his ear at night while they squeezed into the dorm bedroom how much he loved him, but when he went to propose she merely laughed and said that she only wanted him to do her homework for her not spend her life with him.
He wrote off love then, realizing it must not exist and only idiots fall for the false words, the lies that escape a person’s lips. He took many women to bed as he gain more money and learned the secrets behind their own manipulations. Many whispered the word love in-between silk sheets or over scrambled eggs in the morning. They told him lies about how they would spend the rest of their lives with him. He knew the truth. They all wanted something from him. They wanted his money, his intelligence, his body. It wasn’t love.
And then, randomly, he met a woman in a museum who did not run away or scream in face of a threat, but rather challenged him. He didn’t feel anything out of the ordinary, but merely curiosity. The woman had caught his interest and only continued to catch his interest. It was like a new toy on Christmas, and he couldn’t stop playing with it. It would have been perfect if she hadn’t ruined it with that word that she had no idea what it meant. She took a bullet for him, and for a moment, she had convinced him it was true. He had actually found love.
He hadn’t expected the guilt to come with it, but she had the talent at it. She constantly wanted him to change, wanted him to stop being who he was. She had this perfect vision of him, and even though, Edward always saw himself as perfect, he couldn’t fit into her vision.
Change is not love.
Acceptance is love.
True acceptance is love, and Dr. Nina Stenet never accepted him as he was.
As she spoke and looked into her eyes, the wetness around his own eyes started to dry. He tried to remember what he saw in her eyes before he decided to handle the problem. It hadn’t been love because he knew she never loved him. It had been infatuation, a look that could be compared to one of Justin Beiber’s fans as they attended a concert. Yes, he had definitely seen that look, and it hadn’t stopped him. Why would it? Jonathan had told him he planned to use Nina to solve him own mystery against Edward. It had nothing to do with Nina, and it had not been personal. He didn’t need her to die, but he needed to show Jonathan that he didn’t care about her anymore. But as he looked into her eyes now, he could see the pain and the betrayal behind them, like a child who had just learned Santa Clause was all a lie. It’s not his fault she had been foolish enough to believe that love actually existed.
He watched as she unbuttoned her shirt, revealing the scar, he wasn’t entirely certain what she wanted him to feel. Guilt? He didn’t regret it. He only regretted not planning ahead enough to prevent the current situation he was in. He should have finished it then, but he supposed this what he deserved for getting blood on his hands in the first place. He always preferred to be the puppeteer. It was his failure for getting up close and personal in the dirty work that lead him here.
Failure.
God, he hated failure, and he supposed the reason was right in front of him because when he failed he received a horrible punishment.
He visibly winced as she mentioned impotent, his heart squeezing painfully in his chest, and he became very aware of the body part she was referencing, knowing she was already working on making it happen now. He wanted throw up. The idea was sickening, and he started to run through all the times he had sex. Which was…a lot. He’s probably wasted a year worth of hours in-between the sheets. The one benefit would be the fact that he would have a lot more free time. He watched the creepy smile spread on her lips. He would have found it absolutely hilarious, if he hadn’t been in his current predicament. She was rarely a woman to show a smile, but when she finally does, it’s over his torture. It certainly told a lot about her personality.
He felt like he had a better hold of his panic until she asked her question, and it crumpled quickly.
His eyes widened in horror, as his jaw hung over trying to wrap his mind around something so terrible. It was one thing not to be able to find sexual pleasure. It would be annoying, but he could live with it, but….but to not be able to speak or write, basically not have any form of communication. It would be a living nightmare. He loved his voice. He sometimes found himself talking to himself alone in his office just to hear it. He enjoyed using it to manipulate and trick people into his game of chess. He enjoyed making women blush and men threatened by merely a comment or word. He loved knowing so many languages and dancing between them all like he was writing a chorus.
He felt like his chest was about to collapse on him, and his breathing was so erratic he didn’t even know if he was still breathing. His eyes darted over the room, trying to look at anything but this woman who was full set on making his life miserable. His body would have been shaking if it had any ability to move. He could feel his vision flickering, like a light spot coming down on his eye. No, she couldn’t. No, she couldn’t do this to him.
He closed his eyes, biting his lip, as he tried to hold back a whimper and tears.
Laughter filled the room. Was someone laughing at him? Laughing at Edward Nigma? He remembered the laughter he received during his years of school, making fun of his arrogance and knowledge, he remembered the laughter he received he told his bosses the stock market would crash, he remembered the laughter he received as he wore his GeekSquad shirt, and he remembered the laughter from the doctor when he told him that he would walk again.
No one laughed at Edward Nigma. No one laughed at the Riddler.
Yes, he was the Riddler.
“I’m the Riddler,” he said softly to himself, a calming breath coming into his lungs as he felt a sense of relaxation. He opened his eyes to look up at Nina, a smirk played on his lips, “You’re nothing,” he chuckled a bit.
“Do your worse, Dr. Stenet, because I’m the Riddler. I’m no one’s victim. I cured myself of a terminally ill brain tumor, I think I can handle not having sex and talking for a temporary period of time because that’s what it will be, temporary,” he smirked, reading her expression almost wanting to laugh at her. “Enjoy this, it’s the last time I will care about anything you’re doing, after this, you’re dead to me,” he said causally, and would have shrugged if he hadn’t been paralyzed. He then closed eyes and took a calming breath. He would lay here and wait for her to finish. Maybe, he would take a nap, this was a very nice bed. It was unfortunate, he wasn’t able to have sex in it one last time before this happened. No matter, he could still enjoy the soft sheets on his skin.
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Post by Nina Stenet on Jan 1, 2014 17:23:02 GMT -5
After seeing for herself just how fast Crane is for herself, Shawty keeps her distance - she's not doing that again! Instead she dispassionately watches as the man's convulsing eases, her gun ready for whatever happens next. The man is crazy, after all, so she's willing to believe that it could be anything. All that matters to her is whether or not it will harm either Dr. Stenet or herself, because if so it's her job to stop it. Anything else doesn't matter from her perspective - and that's all for the better. The more straightforward her role is, the simpler it is to do.
And the fact that when his shaking stops he still seems to be somewhat incapacitated helps - for this moment at least, she can simply wait and observe, though she notes his desire to reach for her boss and that's ample indication that she needs to be prepared should the man's strength return to him quickly. Though the things that Crane says prompt her to quietly ask, "You really don't 'get' Dr. Stenet, do you?" Then she notes, "And she's not listening to you right now, you know."
Which is true - Nina trusts that if Shawty was having a problem with Crane then her assistant would get her attention. Since that hasn't happened, she feels that she can safely ignore whatever it is that he's muttering about and keep her attention on Edward. And at the moment, Edward needs a lot of her attention. Even for someone with her abilities, the brain is a fiendishly complicated thing and in order to do what she wants to Edward's she needs to be very careful. Perhaps it may surprise him to know that she only wishes to do what she stated and doesn't want to accidentally do worse. On the other hand, she also doesn't want to do an incomplete job. Especially since one of the drawbacks to the brain is that it has a tremendous ability to adapt to damage - the connections that are severed have a way of rerouting themselves. Then again, though she can't prevent Edward's ability to speak to gradually improve, it will still take a long time before natural healing will even bring him to the point of being able to reliably able to say the word that he intends to.
But no, she doesn't expect him to feel guilty about what he did to her - not because of her words or because of what she's doing to him. That's simply too much to expect of him. No, she's simply explaining to him as clearly as he can why his appeals to their past aren't going to work by telling him her current perspective on it. All she expects from him is that he'll understand her viewpoint, whether or not he agrees with it - that's all. She knows that it's useless to really talk to him about love - he doesn't understand it. In fact, she's now quite certain that in spite of what he'd told her so long ago that he never did love her. If anything, she thinks he only loved the idea that someone actually loved him. And the moment he decided that he didn't care to be loved by her was the moment that she became boring and he cut her off without a care.
Yet in spite of all the pain that and everything else Edward has done to her, Crane is right in saying that she takes no pleasure from his fear. Or from the idea of just how difficult it will be for him to cope with such a personal attack, for that matter. In fact a large part of her feels quite sorry for him and sad that this is necessary. But she does feel that it's necessary - the only positive feeling she can claim right now is a certain sense of relief and satisfaction. She's not doing this because it makes her happy, she's doing it because she feels that it has to be done.
When Edward speaks what are perhaps his last clear statements for awhile, he'd notice that Nina doesn't seem to be bothered at all by his calm. If anything, it only increases her sense of satisfaction. "I know. I know you'll find a way. You've done it before," she replies quite calmly. After all, though she never knew about the brain tumor, clearly his leg has been fixed - and by something quite remarkable at that, though she can't begin to imagine what that might of been. Though she is fairly confident that whatever it was hadn't been an easy thing to accomplish, so she's also confident that it will take him at least a bit of time. But having seen the evidence that it's possible, she's not going to be shocked by him saying that this is temporary.
There's a pause then, because as she finishes and double checks her work, finally able to say to herself that she's done, that fact carries a certain emotional release for her - a certain thick, building tension in her suddenly melts into a sense that life is as it should be. It's almost sexual, actually. Finally she can be rid of all the anger she's been holding against this man - he has exactly what he deserves. And as the anger fades she finds it being replaced by many other feelings - more comfortable ones. They give her a new-found clarity to her present situation that's quite welcome. As she looks down again at the man beneath her, her eyes once again focused, her expression is quite serene.
"I didn't come here to hurt you, Edward. I came here to teach you a lesson - there's a huge difference. Any torment you feel is merely a side effect," she states, finding herself voicing her thoughts now that her mind is clear enough for her to understand them herself, "I expect you to learn from this, Edward - and before you laugh at that, let me say that I've already seen that you're beginning to learn precisely what I intended to teach. And you should consider yourself lucky - if your ill-conceived attempt on my life had managed to shake my feelings for you, I wouldn't be here to teach but to hurt. And I would have hurt you badly. Don't think that I don't know how to harm you in ways even someone as clever as you would never be able to solve - I can easily make you less clever, after all."
"And don't think that my feelings mean anything, Edward. My heart may not be over you, but my mind is - I have no desire to be with a man who can't help but hurt everyone around him. In fact I'd prefer to never see you again - but though I know you'll simply ignore my preferences, might I suggest that it would be a bad idea? Because you have taught me to put my feelings in their proper place. So I consider us to be even now, but the gloves are off. Remember that," she says, before pushing herself off of him and standing. But he'll find that he's still paralyzed - she doesn't intend to keep him that way forever, though she knows better than to allow him to move until she's well on her way.
For now her attention shifts to Crane. After all, she has a very, very vague deal with him, though he's clearly lived up to his end. But though she should perhaps be a bit worried about finally finding out what he wants, she isn't really. At the moment she feels more powerful and alive than she has since... she can't even remember.
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Feb 1, 2014 10:34:05 GMT -5
And Dr. Crane was oh so fast…..He remembered there was one point of time where there was actually warning labels outside of his cell. DO NOT APPROACH. There were many reasons why he thought this was put on his cell. One of them may have been Dr. Arkham’s possessive nature of his patients, especially the strain that they had together. But one of the main reasons was probably because of his reputation with other doctors and his potential ability to be violent. It was a ridiculous thought; he never would have said he was a violent man. He did everything he could to avoid it, but he if had to force his hand he would. The potential danger set in when he was found to be close to someone. His martial art was used very close to the body and he was very quick with it. Anyone opening the door and not knowing how to handle him would have been a potential escape.
His vision, mind and whatever was left of his soul was focusing on Dr. Stenet and what she was doing. He was so focused upon the fear in her eyes that he never wanted to come away from it. It was so deeply rooted, so far into herself and she didn’t even realize what it meant. It was such a shame to have it go to waste, but he could fix that. His deep moment was interrupted but the voice of someone that should have been knocked out. His head turned eerily slow and his eyes focused upon her. There was a certain emptiness in his eyes, a hallowed and sacred ground that she had dared to interrupt with her pointless thoughts. He should have hit her harder, but he didn’t have any intention upon becoming a murderer.
”Be good little pet, you wouldn’t want to waste any more of your doctors time.” His empty voice answered her to her thoughtless statement. He got Dr. Stenet more than this short woman would ever be able to reach. The depth of how he understood her compared to this woman wasn’t even in the same category. His focus suddenly snapped back to Dr. Stenet as she stood and spoke. Edward had no room for him anymore, he had written him off at this moment in time, but it would change. There was a certain understanding between them on a level which neither of them spoke of, an understanding that would still be honored.
”You’ve got what you wanted and now it’s my turn. I’m going to bring Edward with me in this state and you’re going to keep him this way until we get to where we are going. You’re going to accompany me through this process. If you insist upon bringing your assistant you may though she may want to rest her head.” He demanded her very plainly. His request for her to come here to the hotel room was not planned, he had not given her notice very far ahead of time and she still got what she wanted. He expected the same in return. If her fears were that bad about it she could take her pet along, but it wouldn’t help her.
He looked to Edward that was paralyzed and lying on the bed. He looked like a man that wanted to die but just couldn’t. The thought made him pause and reflect upon himself, before he shook the thought. The doctor was done with his demand and he expected it to be followed. Slowly he walked up to Edward on the side of the bed and looked down at him. His arms went underneath him, ready to carry him where he wanted. The problem of his nakedness was superficial, it wasn’t anything that Dr. Stenet or he hadn’t seen however difficult it was to ignore. ”If you can get his clothes I’ll cover him at least and we’ll go.” He spoke to Dr. Stenet as he kept his eyes on Edward.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2014 14:07:25 GMT -5
He had met many people that teetered on the edge of insanity. After all, he had spent many of his days locked up in Arkham Asylum. But this woman….this woman took the cake. Crazy ex-girlfriend could only be called an understatement. He would be having a discussion with Batman about her. He sighed. Okay, likely not a discussion.
He would need to solve the communication problem first. Speaking and writing were not an option. He could draw a picture, but that would take forever, and playing a game of Charades on a daily basis would not be efficient to his time. He wondered how typing would be like, would he be able to make those connections with a keyboard. It wasn’t like he had to write out the letter, the letters were already there for him to pick, but he supposed creating the words themselves would still be difficult even with typing. He would have to run test to see how severe it is. He could always create a site that has pictures of the daily activities he does, and screen through and click each one that he wanted to say. It would take longer than typing, but if he took his already recorded voice over the many years, he could link up his voice to the pictures on the website, to say phrases and at least accomplish the basic words.
It didn’t solve the actual problem, but it would make this annoyance somewhat livable….even if he would look like an idiot. His fist would have tightened in anger if he had any control of his body. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his rising nerves that always seemed right at the surface ready to burst through, but he would not give this crazy fucking woman the satisfaction of any emotions from him.
She started to speak again, and his eyes finally reopened. Based on her expression, she was finished, and that mere fact made him feel like his stomach was full of rocks, carrying him down to nothingness. He listened to the utter bull shit, as she spewed it from her mouth. Per usual, Nina always found a way to justify her horrible actions. It was almost sociopathic. At the end of the day, she only cared about herself. It had nothing to do about a lesson. She didn’t want him sleeping with other women because apparently the green eye monster holds grudges, and she didn’t want him talking because she knew he loved his voice more than he had ever loved another human being. She felt abused, so she was seeking retribution. Revenge. Simple at that. There are no lessons in revenge. Revenge only feeds more revenge, and trust him, Dr. Stenet would feel his revenge one day.
Not through his hands though…
He would no longer be getting his hands personally dirty in blood again. It was beneath him. However, he could reach out to Professor Pyg, he is always interested in new patients….
He chuckled softly, obviously not really caring to listen her. His mind going into a dark place at how her limbs would be taken from her and readjusted to different parts of her body. It would only be fair. She took something he loved from him. He could take her hands from her.
The threat she spouted merely caused him to roll his eyes. She thought she was more powerful, but at the end of the day, she was just another idiot.
“Ca-da….baa,” he struggled before he growled deeply in absolute hatred, his eyes turning dark as they stared right into hers.
I will ruin you, you horrible dreadful fat fucking little ant. I will crush you. I will burn you.
He hoped she could see the words in his eyes. He hoped she could see how resolved he was. It wouldn’t be this week. It wouldn’t be this month. It might not even be this year or even in ten years. But it was a promise.
She would regret not killing him for the rest of her life.
She stood and his eyes shook as if to say, you are ridiculous. At least he wasn’t being suffocated by her outrageous weight anymore. A gym? Had she heard of one? He might not be able to speak, but Edward had always had expressional features.
Another voice weaseled into his mind, and his eyes shot to the criminal who had betrayed him. He should have expected it. He knew better not to trust anyone. He knew. He had allowed his lust to distract him from the truth. His brows furrowed ever slightly when Jonathan spoke of taking him away. Taking him where? And why? Was he planning to rape him too? Why not add sexual assault onto this great night. He wouldn’t put it pass Jonathan’s strange kinks.
He sighed again. He was getting tired. Not tiredness from lack of sleep, but from pure emotional exhaustion. He just wanted to curl up into a pillow and cry by himself in a dark room where no one could see. When would this be over?
Jonathan was touching him, and his eyes focused on his, narrowing into annoyed slits. He would have struggled if he had the ability. “Da….ddd” he bit his own lip in frustration.
Don’t touch me!
There was nothing he could do though. It killed him. The feeling suffocated him and for a moment he felt like he might have asthma. He couldn’t do anything, and it was an absolute nightmare, especially for someone so used to being in control.
The mention of clothing was at least nice gesture. The idea of anyone seeing him like this was humiliating. He might not be at his prime in the moment, but he still had his pride. His most protected item.
These fools would never break him because they would never get to his pride.
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Post by Nina Stenet on Feb 1, 2014 17:55:31 GMT -5
The way that Crane turns to look at her causes Shawty to shift uncomfortably, but there's still a determined look in her eyes as she keeps her gun held on him. They're more than far enough apart now to ensure that even with his speed she could shoot him first, so she has that confidence behind her at least. His words to her simply cause her to set her jaw and give him a stubborn look - she's going to do her job, damn it, and he's not going to stop her!
Though Nina can see the depth of Edward's anger in the hateful expressions he's now casting at her, what he'd see in return is simply a mixture of a certain curious thoughtfulness and disappointment. The thoughtfulness is because she's noting the swing of his emotions - from forcing himself to be calm, to the laugh, to the burst of rage. Where will his feelings settle when the shock wears off, she wonders? For now, he's simply demonstrating her wisdom in paralyzing him for this ordeal.
The disappointment is because, like she said, he's already showing that he's learning from this but... well, she'd expected him to get a bit further than he has. But no matter - he may not think that he's learned a lesson now, but that's because the lesson has merely begun. All the people who will talk to him like an infant because he can't reply back very well will be a part of this lesson. As will any pretty woman he meets, who he can't dazzle with pretty words and wouldn't be able to satisfy his desires with even if he could. This conversation now is barely a fraction of the lesson.
But she's finished with him, at least for now, so her attention is on Crane as he speaks. Her lips purse just slightly at what he wants her to do, but she doesn't object. Thus far, at least, his requests are reasonable. His last statement causes her to look at Shawty though, who answers her unspoken question by saying, "He tried to knock me into the wall, but I'm fine." Or at least, she's not injured in any way that she can't or doesn't want to walk off. Shifting her attention back to Crane, Nina states, "Alright. But she is coming with me. And if anything happens to her, the deal is over." And if he can't handle that, then he should have been more specific about what his terms were when they made the deal.
Hearing Edward's reaction to being picked up, Nina dryly comments, "He doesn't seem to like that." But she willingly goes in search of wherever Edward put his clothes. He doesn't deserve or need them, if you ask her, but she's already done to him what she needed to and there's no reason to do worse just because. Having Crane take advantage of Edward's paralysis wasn't a part of her plan, but as far as she's concerned it's a natural consequence that Edward is going to have to put up with.
She returns with the clothes draped over her arm. "Here," she says, holding them up to show him, then waits for further instructions. There's a certain impatience about her, as she wants to simply get all of whatever over with so that she can finally return to her own life. And as far as she's concerned, it shouldn't take too long or be too hard. After all, all that Crane had to do for her was send a text message.
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Feb 2, 2014 23:13:51 GMT -5
All of the death in Edward’s eyes was captured by Dr. Crane. Holding him there he could see everything he was trying to say, every torturous word he wanted to say to him and her. His eyes alone were enough to tell him how much he wanted to tear him apart. The feeling was mutual he must say, at this moment, with him in his arms. Dr. Crane had craved the opportunity to have him like this.
Dr. Crane knew that Dr. Stenet would agree, she really had little choice in her predicament. She was far too foolish to walk away as she should have. She should have just run, she should have never made a deal with him in the first place. It was a truly foolish thing to do and she should have known it was going to end with her on the bottom instead of the top. He nodded at her statement but didn’t acknowledge it with a verbal response. He knew Edward didn’t want to be picked up, but it would have been better than dragging him and he was coming with him one way or another. He could think of it as payback for having one of his lackey’s so thoughtfully assist him to the car when he was ‘drunk’.
When she turned into the closet for his clothes he leaned down and nearly touched his lips to Edward’s, they came so close, just a breath away. He stopped, holding himself back and just barely restraining himself from giving into it here, he couldn’t here, not this way and not in front of Dr. Stenet. Instead he pulled his lips back and rolled them under just as she back in. He had been so close earlier, so close to losing it all with him again. It had hurt so badly when he had to stop, it still hurt, but for now he’d have to restrain himself. He took the pants from Dr. Stenet and laid him back down for a moment.
He straightened out the pants slowly. It took him a moment to decide exactly how to do this with Edward glaring at him the entire time, wanting to kick him he was sure until he bled. He had spat his name like he betrayed him. But he simply didn’t understand. One leg after the other he put him into his pants and tugged them up his body. He got them up rather quickly past his rear and fastened them just as easily. Edward really didn’t need a shirt. Dr. Crane picked him up again when he was done, never tearing his eyes from him.
He thought that Dr. Stenet should do anything and everything he wished, especially if it was easy. What he did may have been subtle but it could have been very hard on her if he hadn’t done it, therefore he had saved her time and effort and she should be willing to save him time and effort, which was exactly what she was going to do. So it was an even trade, if he were to be asked. Just because his took significantly shorter didn’t mean that she got to skip out on her end. What he was going to ask her to do was very plain and simple, he didn’t need her to do anything but come with him.
So they went.
Dr. Crane had gathered everyone in a nearby safehouse he had been given by a source he wouldn’t name. It was a source that he knew, Edward now knew. He couldn’t take the risk of him spreading that kind of information now, he had to get a handle on all of it and he wasn’t going to let him go until he knew he could. As much as Edward denied that he was trading, he was, It was blackmail. By now Edward’s head was probably racing with how he’d sell him out. He could juat hear him say he’d be returning the favor. What was fair was fair.
Dr. Stenet’s assistant was allowed to accompany them in the car. He wasn’t sure whether Heather would be there tonight or not. She was allowed to roam as she pleased, he knew she’d come back at this point without much of a fuss. Once they were inside he took Edward to a side room that was incased with a clear plastic. It had a single chair in the middle of it that resembled closely of a dentists chair. He placed him gently down in it and motioned for Dr. Stenet to join his side. He was half tempted to call for Heather, she would probably be upset that Edward was here, but it didn’t matter to him. This was so much greater than all of them here….This was something more…Something incredible….Beyond their reasoning.
He motioned for her to come near to him, over Edward as two doctors would over someone. ”Come here…You will answer my questions and then you will be out of my hands.” He spoke coldly to her, as if it had become strictly business related. He couldn’t look at her as he spoke this, he would only focus on Edward, his eyes wouldn’t pull away from his in this….Not to hers…Not until it was time.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2014 0:54:02 GMT -5
He couldn’t quite contain the multiple emotions that poured from his face, from absolute outrage to sad disappointment. The fact that woman was still within his presence made him feel like a badger ready to attack on an unexpected visitor to his home.
But his thoughts jumped away from the woman as he caught Jonathan leaning close to him. His brows furrowed in confusion. Was he going to kiss him? Was he seriously going to kiss him after all of the shit he had just put him through? He contained the growl that almost echoed from his throat in protest. His eyes jumped over his features, trying to judge what Jonathan wanted from all of this. Had the physical advances not been a ploy to make him vulnerable to the crazy woman? He was getting closer….he could feel his breath on his lips….
Yes, he was starting to conclude that indeed Jonathan plans to rape him tonight.
He grunted as his pants were awkwardly pulled on, and Jonathan picked him up like a rag doll. God, this was humiliating, painfully humiliating. He bit his lip in rage, sucking in deep breath to get a hold of his temper. He finally closed his eyes and just tried to picture himself elsewhere. Florence…on a vineyard. Flirting with the pretty girl filling his glass.
He eventually ended up falling asleep, not because he wanted to or planned too. He merely didn’t have the emotional energy to keep himself up. The entire night had felt like a nightmare, and for a moment, he even considered it to be all in his head. It had never happened. He had never been caught so off guard and failed in such a horrendous way. Edward Nigma doesn’t fail! He never fails!
He startled awake as he fell into a chair. His eyes jumped around the room trying to get an understanding of where he was.
“Go…go…lo,” the words he reached for never came out, and his eyes once again widened in horror.
NO! NO!
No, it couldn’t be real! He groaned, his head rolling on the chair in devastation until he saw Jonathan and Nina again. His body went stiff and anger jumped right back to his core. He would remember this. He would remember all of this.
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Nina Stenet
"Great acts are made up of small deeds." - Lao Tzu
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Player: Avalikia ~
Registered On: Nov 4, 2010 0:01:40 GMT -5 ~
Posts: 696
~ Relationship Status: Single
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Post by Nina Stenet on Feb 3, 2014 2:01:20 GMT -5
Though Nina would be lying if she claimed that all of this didn't bother her, her expressions are quite passive as she and Shawty follow Crane. Truth be told, she's really quite suspicious. But she's also quite confident that Crane has no idea who he's dealing with in her. Even if Edward told the man everything, he would have no idea. After all, Edward may have had ample opportunity to observe her and learn exactly who she is, but when she's heard him speak about her there are always so many false impressions than real ones. The man wouldn't be able to paint a clear picture of her to someone else if his life depended on it.
Shawty, on the other hand, is visibly stressed, though that shows itself mostly in the way her eyes continually move around in an attempt to observe nearly everything as they go. When they reach the side room, Shawty remains just outside of it even as Dr. Stenet follows the men in. Her role now is simply to observe, ready to act if she needs to. God, how she hopes she doesn't need to! She's ready, though.
When Crane motions to her, Nina comes closer but stops just short of arms length, that hint of impatience still around her as she doesn't bother to look at Edward and watches Crane instead. Her arms fold as she says, "Ask the questions, then." Her own voice strikes a similar tone to his - she really doesn't like the man, after all, never mind that he helped her. That was all nothing but business as far as she's concerned, and she'll be quite glad to end their business so that the whole matter can be concluded.
Though as Edward continues to raise a fuss in the chair, her eyes drift to him for a moment and she says, "These things happen when someone tries to kill me, Edward. Take it like a man." Perhaps it would surprise him, but she says that not to goad him further but to remind him that he has a choice about how he reacts to all this - he doesn't have to act like a toddler throwing a tantrum, or at least as close as he can in his present state, and in fact she thinks that he's better than that. Or at least he ought to be. But he's always had such poor control over his emotions. Of course, if her words only upset him further, she doesn't really mind that at all either.
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
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Registered On: Feb 15, 2012 20:39:14 GMT -5 ~
Posts: 941
~ Relationship Status: Won't Say I'm In Love
~ Partner: Fear
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Feb 9, 2014 15:05:45 GMT -5
Despite that Dr. Stenet kept her distance Dr. Crane was determined to get closer. Invading personal space was something that he did best after all and he would only be able to understand it if he was close to her. There were some things that didn’t need to be spoke with words and instead they were spoken with the eyes. He could see something in Dr. Stenets eyes that he wanted and now she had caused more trouble for him than she was supposed to. It wasn’t supposed to happen this way but he never di plan for things to go completely right.
He could only imagine the consequences that Edward was going to have him face through this. Edward was going to try and have his head on a plate. He was going to eat him alive piece by piece and lavish every flavorful moment. But right now Edward was probably more scared than he’d ever been in his life. That bothered Dr. Crane, it wasn’t coming from him. But he was going to remedy it.
He took a small step toward her and extended his right hand. He was very slow and offered her ample time to step away or move away from his touch. Of course she could only back up so far before she hit glass. He knew that she wanted to keep her distance and rightly so. But it made him wonder if it was because she found it hard to do several things at once. She was continuously holding Edward as they agreed, and she would continue to unless she wanted an even bigger problem. Edward would have little mercy for her….and for Dr. Crane….Well he didn’t believe there could be any at all, so it didn’t matter.
They had come so close before to being tied together again. Just the thought of it was making his body ache in need again. Why did he allow himself to get so distracted in that room even though he knew that Dr. Stenet was coming? Was Edward really able to bring him to the point to where he could forget everyone else? It certainly seemed so, but he had to push those thoughts away for now, they would be important later.
In his approach he made a quick step forward and caught the side of her cheek. If she would have tried to pull away he would have followed with that which he had been hiding since he had fallen in the hotel room. The needle that he deemed to use on Edward he had picked up from its position under the bed. It came to Dr. Stenets neck but he held it in thread, not with intention. It wasn’t for her, it was for her pest that held the gun.”Put it down and kick it away.” He demanded without looking at her. He didn’t need to say and I won’t harm her, he thought that it was self-explanatory. If she had been guarding her long she knew how it worked.
His lips hovered close to hers, impossible to make contact. He thought he may break into a sweat looking into her eyes. It was completely impossible. The doctor took a deep breath and tried to utter the words he’d never understand to her. ”Do you love him?” The word stung his lips as he looked at her with convictions. His hands were steady but his body was not. For someone that wasn’t Dr. Crane this would have been a simple enough question to answer in the first place. But he needed to see it, he needed to feel it and he knew it couldn’t come from Edward. He had to get the capability from her. It had to come from her.
What was coming next he was sure she had to understand. He was not going to let her leave this place alive without fixing what she had done to Edward, or they would all end up in the lions den. At least this way she could leave him in the lions den with the beast and that’s the way he wanted it. He has faced Edward’s wrath before and he did not fear it. If she chose to keep her ground in spite….The outcome might look far uglier.
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