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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on Feb 9, 2014 19:10:59 GMT -5
As it happens, Heather is here. Though Jon doesn't do anything to stop her from leaving, she doesn't want to and doesn't even see much need to venture out even briefly. It's usually VerMillion's idea to go anywhere when she does go somewhere, actually. Probably because her other half doesn't spend the entire time they set foot elsewhere worried that they'll be recognized by someone. Though VerMillion's right that it's probably good for them to occasionally take advantage of all the freedom Jon gives them, just to have different surroundings.
But though she's here, she was fast asleep when everyone arrived. What else is she supposed to occupy herself with when Jon isn't here and she doesn't feel like going anywhere else? And it takes several moments for the sounds they're making to disturb her from her sleep and convince her to get up. But when she's awake enough to listen, she knows that something's up - way too many footsteps for it to just be Jon, and while she can't quite make out the words she hears a stuttering male voice and then a woman's in addition to Jon's. That's a... weird number of people for Jon to bring home.
So she somewhat timidly makes her way in that direction, wary lest whatever is going on is a bad thing. Though the first thing she sees is a short, blonde woman in the hallway that seems vaguely familiar. Oh yeah, it's that woman from that one restaurant... That was long enough ago and on brave toxin so it's harder for her to remember. Mostly, she remembers that it was boring. Of course, she knows that a lot of her brave toxin memories of boredom were the toxin's fault rather than reality. She gives the woman a timid smile, just trying to see if she's going to act friendly, though it seems like she's far more interested in what's going on in the room where she's guessing that Jon and whoever else is. Walking just close enough to the doorway to see what's going on herself, she sees that other woman from that restaurant and in the chair is yet another difficult-to-recall-due-to-drugs memory - the Riddler.
Looking in on this scene, she's not sure what to make of anything at all. Why is the Riddler just laying there? What's Jon doing with that woman? So many questions... "Jon?" she asks somewhat timidly, forcing her voice to be just loud enough that she's sure he'll hear and not one decibel louder. In one word she manages to simply indicate her presence, ask what's going on, ask if everything is okay or if she should be panicking, and ask if there's anything she ought to be doing.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2014 17:05:10 GMT -5
He tried to lift or turn or merely wiggle any limb of his body. He didn’t move. He never thought staying in one place could be so physically exhausting, as if all his muscles were trying to move, but he couldn’t get them to lift or even respond. It was like being a toddler trapped in those odd swaddle outfits that looked more like strait jackets for the insane. You move and move, but you still can’t touch your face.
His body once again relaxed as the acceptance swept over him again that this nightmare was indeed occurring and he was stuck in the room with three people he wasn’t quite fond of. He would have started to space out and left his mind drift, if the she bitch from hell wouldn’t have directed her words onto him.
His eyes snapped to her in burning fury. How dare she! How dare she ever talk to him in such a degrading condescending manner! It was one thing to physically disable him, but to insult his integrity and masculinity was an entire thing all together! Did she know who she was talking to?! He was the god damn Riddler!
He knew he couldn’t place the right vowels with the correct words or make the correct facial necessities with his mouth, but he had been reading lips since he was a boy. He knew the placements. As he tried to mentally remember the pictures of people’s lips stating the phrase he needed, he never let his glare shift from the piece of female dirt. The way his lips moved slowly, it was evident that it was difficult, but slightly he mouthed:
Fuck you.
Even someone with her little intelligence would have read that clear statement from his lips, and with that he felt content and settled himself back to the chair.
His eyes scanned the room, recognizing this as one of Jonathan’s strange little labs. Would he be dosing him up with toxin today, as well? Hmm, it would be predictable.
His eyes lazily turned to Jonathan and the little display he was putting on with the crazy woman. He had fear toxin against her neck, as demands slipped from his lips. Edward couldn’t help the small smirk that popped on his face. Not because he thought whatever Jonathan was planning would work, but because Jonathan had no idea how this woman’s powers worked. He chuckled softly, expecting Jonathan to fall to the ground in his own paraylization fairly shortly.
Do you love him?
His laughter fell short, and he focused on Jonathan. The way his body seemed to be hanging on to the edge of a cliff with his nails dug into the surface. His hair a mess, his eyes so determined, and his lips shivered ever so softly wanting that answer like a fat kid sitting in front of a cake shop. Jonathan brought intensity into every conversation, but he had never watched it from outside. It was hard not to be drawn to it. His features always distracting, but his words far more mysterious.
Why do you want that answer, Jonathan? He asked himself as he took in the interaction. Why would he care about that answer?
Personally, the crazy woman had lied to him so often, her words held little to no value. It didn’t matter what she said, he knew the truth, and at the end of the day, even if she did love him, he didn’t care. If love meant disabling him, he wanted no part of it.
God, he hated her. Every thought about her just made him so disgusted. Disgusted he ever touched her gross flabby body with those rolls and thick thighs against his. Disgusted he ever wasted time listening to her rant about complete nonsense that only proved her own hypocrisy. Disgusted that he had ever felt any guilt about how he lived his perfect life because she made him feel guilty. He sighed in absolute anger and annoyance, but he slowly went back to the numbness that was becoming common in his current situation.
He was playing the waiting game. He couldn’t move forward with solving the problem until his mobility returned. So he waited.
The door open and another little monster joined the soap opera. He closed his eyes. Ignore it, Edward. They are all beneath you.
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Post by Nina Stenet on Feb 13, 2014 2:17:36 GMT -5
That Edward reacts to her words with such anger hardly surprises Nina. But she sees that he's apparently trying to make some sort of a reply, so she waits for him. Not that she expects him to come up with anything too intelligible this soon, but she'll let him try. Instead she sees that he's trying to mouth something instead - oh, very clever! The technique, anyway, but definitely not the words. In fact when she reads them on his lips she literally rolls her eyes and says nothing in response. Which is probably a good thing because Edward certainly wouldn't appreciate what she'd say to that at all.
Instead her attention shifts to Crane, who seems rather keen on invading her personal space. She takes half a step backward, but only half, because when she sees that he's quite intent on approaching her she shifts tactics to holding her ground and letting him come. Instead she stares quite intently at him, and he'd feel a lot of tension in her cheek when he touches her - determination combined with a little fear. Not nearly as much fear as he's bound to assume, but yes there is some. But she's far too confident at the moment to allow very much of that emotion to taint her expression - far more of her is simply determined to weather whatever it is that Crane wants. And that feeling increases, as does the tension in her cheek, when he brings the needle to her neck, but she doesn't move otherwise even as he talks to Shawty.
But Shawty, hearing his instructions, doesn't immediately follow them. He's not her boss! Instead she asks, "Dr. Stenet?" She'll leave what she does with that up to her boss - there's no reason not to. But though Dr. Stenet doesn't give her any obvious signal, a moment later she sets her gun down on the floor. However, they may have differing definitions of the words 'kick' and 'away', because what Shawty does is gently nudge her gun with her toe until it's just out of reach. She could still pick the thing up in, like, a second if she has to - that's enough for her purposes.
Able to see Shawty out of the corner of her eye, Nina simply waits to see what happens next, though her eyes flicker to the needle by her neck - she doesn't like it. In fact she's barely tolerating it. But mostly her eyes stay fixed to his, almost demanding for him to get on with whatever it is he's going to do. Though the question he asks first sparks surprise. Why is he asking that? Didn't she say so already? Then she glances away for a moment - she can't entertain that question without a flood of other emotions coming to the surface.
Most of all there's a very profound sadness - he's asking her about the man she gave her heart to. The man who had delighted her, mind and body, so much so that she never entertained the idea of ever wanting to part with him. Only to have that all abruptly torn away from her with no real explanation - or at least not any she could really understand. He'd left her completely heartbroken, her feelings for him never fully resolved.
But there's also anger. Anger for the way he used her still lingering feelings against her. Anger for how he showed absolutely no respect or regard for them, for their past, or for her own capabilities when he tried to kill her. Because if he did, he would have either never done such a thing or he would have made damn sure that she'd die.
And there's even more than that - she's also embarrassed. Because the more time that has passed since she woke up from the coma after her latest near-death experience, the more she's become to question how and why she ever fell for him in the first place. She really should have known from the moment she met him what kind of horrible person he is, but she'd let her feelings get in the way. She had this crazy idea that she could be a special person to him. No, she never thought that she could change him, but she'd thought that he could perhaps be different for her - he said that he loved her after all. What a fool she was for ever thinking that he even knew what the word means!
And yet it only takes a moment for those feelings to pass - her recovery left her with far too much time for thinking, and she's come to accept all these feelings even if she can't get rid of them. So when she turns her gaze back to Crane, only a hint of extra moisture in her eyes remains as an indication of her other feelings. "Yes," she answers simply, her voice quiet. Perhaps even a little bit tender. There's a hint of boldness to it too - she may be embarrassed to have fallen for Edward in the first place, but that's water under the bridge now and she's far more ashamed of her actions than the simple fact of her feelings for the man.
And there's a little defiance in her expression as she says the word - she knows that Edward won't believe it and she's betting that Crane won't either. But she knows how she feels and even a needle full of fear toxin at her throat won't make her shy away from that answer. Because in spite of the hell that Edward's put her through and in spite of the fact that so many including herself questions her judgement for it, yes she still loves him.
Caught up in all these feelings, she misses the arrival of a fifth member to their little gathering, though Shawty certainly doesn't. The moment the girl comes into view, Shawty glances in her direction. But just as quickly she's back to observing the exchange between Crane and her boss - some things are simply far more worth her attention than others.
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Feb 23, 2014 23:20:15 GMT -5
He had wanted this moment for so long. It was so different than how he had originally planned it but this moment would have to do and as it played out he basked in it. He had Edward right where he wanted him, he had Dr. Stenet right where he wanted her and he stood there in the midst of it all. Everything was truly right where it belonged and it was beautiful. He wouldn’t have had it any other way in fact. Until Heather made her voice known. She had been a part of his plan all along but he never invisioned it this way, to the point to where she was interrupting, but still useful.
He would respond to her in a moment, right now all he could see was Dr. Stenet. He watched her eyes pull from his and his eyes narrowed. He was tempted to force her to pull them back to him but he gave her a chance. Finally, when she steadied herself he got to hear her answer.
She loved him.
There was a long pause from him. His mind was trying to decipher her previous body language; it was her fear of facing what Edward had brought to her. But after what had happened between him and Edward he had to know the truth about something that only she could answer. He had seen it in here eyes….It was that flicker he had felt, that spark that happened the very first time. He felt his heart race and a flash of the past go in front of his eyes. He was clearly breaking his stability in front of her. In an instant he turned from her and refused to give her anymore of that.
”Fix him…” The rare shaken and uncontrolled words left his mouth. It wasn’t a request, but it wasn’t a demand. It was simply a mutual understand that she wasn’t going to get what she wanted here and now he was sure of what he wanted all along. The reality of it was too much to take in front of this many. Yet as unstable as it made him he managed to take in the spaces between him and Edward, not looking at him but looking through him. Each breath became just a little bit harder before he felt himself fighting back against something he hadn’t felt in what seemed like a century. His hands rose somewhat and he took in the air around him to regain a sense of control.
”Miss Glass…. Go retrieve the gun and keep her company.” He demanded Heather sense she was making herself known to the situation. He had never meant this for her; she was a part of something so much more, but with Edward being drug into the abyss he had to do something. There was always….Something there…and now after Dr. Stenet confessed….He knew that he had to do. His eyes finally came back from the past where they had sunk and looked into Edward’s. ”Some were meant to have it and some were meant to have it taken….Dr. Stenet you won’t find what you’re looking for here. Return him back to how he was….” The glacial blue in his eyes darkened as he finally turned to face her once more. His eyes had glossed upon, like there was a soft foam from the harsh blue of the ocean. He wanted her to give it up and release Edward to him, it was the only option she had left after that response….After that….Response…
Dr. Crane put the syringe back into his jacket. ”If you don’t…all you will find is fear and despair.” He walked to Edward and came around behind him. The doctors hand slipped out of his jacket to see the syringe had been replaced by a short sickle. No one could take this from him, no one could have it….No one…. His eyes locked with Edward's and stared deeply into his emerald sea. There would be nothing that would stand in his way, Anything at any price. The doctors breathing became deathly still as he put the sickle to Edward’s neck.
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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on Feb 25, 2014 0:57:52 GMT -5
Clearly Heather has walked into something... different. Even for Jon. Happily, her presence seems to be largely ignored by the others - that's a good thing. She's not sure how she'd manage if they decided to include her in whatever it is that's going on. Because whatever it is looks pretty intense, and intense and Heather just don't get along very well. In fact, she wishes that VerMillion would just take over right now so that she doesn't have to deal with it, but since her other half hasn't already done so then that means that there will be no relief from this unless she really can't handle it.
Fortunately, the one person who does seem to care more that she's present is Jon, and he responds to her question with instructions - good, that gives her something to focus her attention on, and that helps calm her. Though when she locates the gun on the floor so close to the blonde woman, Heather hesitates. She may have a slight height advantage for once here, but everything else about the other young woman seems to hint that it wouldn't go well for her if she's not free to take the weapon. Still, Jon wants her to do it, so she gets up the courage to try, slowly starting to reach for it while watching to see if its owner will object.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2014 19:26:26 GMT -5
Edward might not be able to speak, but when he heard her answer, laughter fell from his lips. God, she was either a liar or a fool. As he looked back at the time they spent in one another’s company, he can’t remember a moment of happiness. He remembered regret, stress, and guilt, but he never saw any happiness.
During a wedding, all eyes fall to the bride, but where people should really look to is the groom. The moment she steps onto the aisle, the groom’s face reveals everything about their relationship. While Edward had difficulties believing in love, he certainly had caught glimpses of it, in the man’s features. The moment of fear, that is swallowed and pushed away because love comes to the surface. Edward had never felt that for this woman, the undying necessity to have this person in his life. He never had felt the urgency, the need, the want, to die for her and to do anything to protect her and her happiness. He wasn’t saying he would never feel such intense emotional connections in the future, but he definitely had not felt any of those emotions in direction to her. He also knew better then to think she had felt those feelings for him. If she did, she would have died for him. She wouldn’t be destroying his happiness. She would have done everything to protect him. No, instead, she had made his life increasingly difficult and unpleasant.
Dr. Nina Stenet never loved him and never would.
Any idea otherwise, was ridiculously funny, and he laughed, he laughed hard. He gasped for air, as he choked with laughter. He smiled at Jonathan as he came towards him, his laughter slowing to a slight chuckle.
On the other hand, Jonathan…was being interesting.
Why do you care, Scarecrow?
His eyes found Jonathan’s intense blue ones. He always looked ready to devour him. He had thought it was because Jonathan cared for him, but he too had betrayed him. His skin sparked as Jonathan touched him. It caused Edward to take in a heavy breath, not because of the metal that barely touched his neck. No, he knew Jonathan wouldn’t kill him.
Right?
Jonathan wouldn’t slit his throat. He knew Jonathan felt the same intensity he felt. He could see Jonathan was addicted to it. It was the same thing that kept Edward entrapped. He wouldn’t toss that away.
He glanced up at Jonathan, a slight sliver of uncertainty behind his eyes before he sighed.
I’m not a pawn, he thought sullenly to himself.
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Post by Nina Stenet on Mar 2, 2014 4:16:09 GMT -5
Watching Crane very intently, Nina simply waits to see what the man will do next. He's beyond unpredictable to her, so as far as she knows that could be anything. Though at his words, he'd feel a certain tension travels beneath her skin. She did not go through all this effort to get to Edward and do what she did to him only to turn around and take it back. So to say that she's resistant to the idea would be putting it very mildly.
But she doesn't respond immediately, since she can see that Crane seems to be bothered by her answer. Why, she can't fathom - she may feel what she feels, but now the emotion is practically meaningless. It doesn't matter when she has no plans on ever acting upon it again - she's not that stupid. Though a part of her does wonder if what she walked in on earlier is a sign that Crane may be jealous? A pointless feeling when he'd find no competition within her. Cautious, she watches and waits, and is somewhat rewarded when Crane moves his hands.
When Crane mentions Miss Glass, she finally looks to see the girl she remembers from the restaurant. Poor thing - every word she's heard of her since hasn't been pleasant news, but Nina can't afford to be too concerned with that now. Especially since it's reasonable to assume that if the girl is in one piece after this long, perhaps there isn't as much to worry about.
Instead her attention goes back to Crane as he speaks, and his words make her frown. "You don't know what I'm looking for," she quietly replies, her eyes shifting to meet his. There is more than a little bit of defiance in her expression - this is a quiet battle of wills and she intends to win it. Even if it shifts from being quiet to being anything but, she'd determined to win - she has what she wants and he will not take it away from her. And if anything, when he trades his needle for a sickle, he simply makes things easier for her.
Something Edward learned long ago about Nina is how effective it is to threaten her to do anything. A woman died to teach him that lesson. She promised herself a long time ago that she would never do a thing with her power under thread, so in spite of her feelings for Edward, she doesn't even have to think twice about this decision. Not having moved from her position, she folds her arms across her chest and says, "No. Kill him if you want, but no." And she has no trouble meeting Crane's gaze as she says so. Does she want Edward dead? No. But if it's a choice between that and letting him tell her what to do with her power? Well, that's easy. Though she does hope that Crane is bluffing, she has no idea how likely that is - the man makes no sense at all to her.
Meanwhile, though Shawty is naturally watching the proceedings with great interest, it hardly escapes her attention that Crane told the other young woman to take her gun. And she doesn't like that idea, though when Miss Glass hesitates at the order, she doesn't react immediately. Instead she waits for the timid woman to start to actually try to do it before she abruptly says, "Touch my gun, and I'll beat the shit out of you." And she's serious about that too - as much as she wants to keep an eye on what's happening with Dr. Stenet, it's far more important for her to keep access to her gun than it is to not miss anything.
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Mar 6, 2014 1:11:25 GMT -5
Dr. Crane never expected Miss Glass to do what he wanted, but he demanded it of her. The fear that he had struck into her from not following his orders previously would drive her on. But he wasn’t a violent man by any means, he had no reason to strike her or rough her like the firefly would his expectant partner. But he would never compare himself to someone so insignificant. That man had no real matter on his mind when it came to the world and what it was, he was fighting for a purpose that didn’t exist and missing the one that drove the will behind everything he expressed. But that didn’t matter right now, what mattered was the fear that should drive what Miss Glass was doing right now, despite Dr. Stenets aid’s protest. The question was whom did she fear letting down more?
Because of this Dr. Crane didn’t need to focus any attention on it at all. The problem had handled itself and Miss Glass would make her choice accordingly. He would adjust to whatever the outcome was but for right now it was about what was between him his scythe and Dr. Stenet.
Edward.
Was that really what this was all about? As the doctor stared into Edward’s eye it was easier to say yes. He could lose himself in that sea if he wanted to. It wouldn’t be difficult to do at this point. They stood at this point now, to where Edward had brought them both. But Dr. Crane had come to all those calls, he had been there….for him. The thought caused him to pause his breathing and then recollect himself again to remember to start. There had been something between them, something that caused the gnashing of teeth to flesh. His mind wrestled with the thought of Edward over him and then under him, a lamp to his head, a cord around his throat. Neither of them were left with a breath when it was all over….and there wouldn’t be any to be spared here.
The edge of the sickle just barely scratched underneath to threaten his skin, but his eyes never left his. The doctor began to idly speak to Dr. Stenet but not remove himself from Edward’s gaze. ”What you seek to find in him you will never find the way you want to…You know what you will not find what you want.” He told her with a certain sobering honesty in his voice as he knew that in his eyes there was no shred of guilt to be found. He was as justified in his mannerism as she was in hers. Both of them didn’t know what they were doing, but it was Dr. Crane’s intent to make it clear what was really going on. ”And if you won’t…I will” He left her with a threat before the focus of his words went to Edward.
Dr. Crane was never a man of many words. Talk was cheap and too many men used their words so poorly. When he spoke it was always to meaning and it should have always been heeded. His other hand came up to cup underneath Edward’s jaw and run his thumb along the defined line of it. ”You always knew I would be the one to do this… His cryptics ran just above his mouth before he finally dipped in to seal his words to Edward’s lips. The action made his mind spark and his thoughts race. He had done it in front of everyone but they simply couldn’t understand what was going on and they never would see it. Simple minded, as he remembered Edward saying before but Dr. Crane preferred to use the term fearful as they always were. His lips stayed locked to his for a solid moment as his hand traveled from one side of his jaw to the other and then back before it broke. His eyes stayed locked on Edward’s as he lifted and then jerked the tip of the sickle up and into the bottom of his jaw.
Edward felt the same as he did...He knew it.
The red streamed down his sickle for Dr. Stenet to plainly see and she should know that the next action could come across like a knife over soft butter. The doctors eyes were dark and his features were held more unstable than before. She would do it or they would both suffer the consequences of what was to come….Ever the masochist…He didn’t care.
All that mattered was the end…not how he gets there.
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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on Mar 8, 2014 1:26:21 GMT -5
As focused as she is on Jon's request, Heather misses much of what's going on in the room. It can't be that important, after all, since Jon seems to be in control of the situation. Though it's just as well that she's not since the whole thing with the sickle would really stress her out. Not that she has any real concern for the Riddler, but... well, she's not good with Jon hurting people and the blood and such - she'd rather leave and come back when that's over.
But instead, she's been assigned a task, so her attention is focused on the gun. Though her hand is only partway to it when the other young woman's words cause her to hesitate. For a moment, she's really torn - she wants to do what Jon asked her to do but she doesn't see any reason to doubt the blonde bodyguard's words. She tries to force herself to reach for it, but the thought of immediately getting beaten up for doing so is too great so though she kicks herself for doing so she withdraws her hand. VerMillion could have done it. Of course, VerMillion probably would get the shit beaten out of her too. Besides, she's far more confident that Jon will forgive her later than she is that it would actually be helpful for her to do what he asked.
Hesitantly, she turns to Jon and says, "I... I can't..." But Jon can figure out how to work around that, right? Unfortunately, though, now that she's paying attention to what's going on in the room, she's not insulating herself from the scene. Watching them anxiously as words are exchanged, she starts to sense the stand-off between Jon and Dr. Whatever-her-name-was. And that worries her. No, it doesn't look as if Jon's about to come to any harm, which is what would really concern her, but she'd rather have whatever it is that's going on over with as soon as possible.
Of course, she's completely shocked by what happens next. "Jon?!" she asks in shock and confusion. He's... kissing... the Riddler... What the hell is going on here?! Stunned by that, she's rendered otherwise speechless and even thoughtless by the sight. It just... This is nothing like anything she's ever seen Jon do before. Or imagined that she'd ever see him do, for that matter... Seeing Jon stab someone with his sickle on the other hand, that's more normal. Still, in this context, it prompts her to again say, "JON!?" This time the word somehow manages to be even more shocked and confused - even frightened. It's as if her world has been knocked more than slightly askew, and she has no idea if she'll be able to live in the new configuration. Seriously, what the hell?!?
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Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2014 2:04:47 GMT -5
The metal scratched softly across his skin, reminding him of the potential threat to his life, but his eyes couldn’t pull away from the deep blue gaze above him. He didn’t quite understand why he kept falling into the trance. He had seen his eyes far too many times to count and watched the multiple emotions that Jonathan stated didn’t exist cross through them. They were the truth behind the mask over his face. They told him far more of the meaning behind each of his cryptic words. He would never forget when their eyes had accidentally meant in the recreational room at Arkham all those years ago. They had trapped him in curiosity like an unsolved riddle that he had to prod at until he found the answer. He hated that after all these years, he could still be fascinated by them and that they had pulled him into whatever this was.
After his plummet into the pit, the world had been set straight. He finally allowed logic to take over the emotions that had been driving him. He cut ties with the people who had only hindered him, ties like the one between this man who currently held his life in his hand. He knew that Jonathan had become a drug that he wanted to plunge into his veins at each opportunity, a drug that would surely suck the life from him. He knew he couldn’t have that, especially when the man had made it clear that he planned to plot against him. No, he couldn’t let this addiction make him vulnerable. It was the same reason he had taken the action against the crazy woman. He had to prevent whatever plot Jonathan was attempting to accomplish.
As the man cupped his face, his hands holding him firmly, he found himself living in the story of Oedipus. All of his actions to prevent this current circumstance had brought him to this point. He had taken the required step against the woman, which made the woman want revenge. He had rejected the man’s present, which made the man betray him. He had caused this even though he had done everything right. Was it fate? No, Edward didn’t believe in something higher leading their movements. Edward was chess master to his own game, but he had to admit that each move he had made were caused by the dark whispers of the shadow behind him. He locked Jonathan’s gaze, this shadow.
You’re my shadow, Jonathan, always haunting each step I take.
He should have never been foolish enough to touch the darkness, no matter how curious the riddle was. He should have walked away, but once it had been touched, it was all consuming and it wouldn’t stop until he was swallowed whole.
He knew the woman would never fix him. She didn’t care for him the way she cared for her own pride. She was far too self-centered in her own power, seeing it far more valuable than any one particular life. After all, he had watched her kill that innocent woman during his riddle. She didn’t love him and was far angrier at him than an innocent bystander. If anything, he had less of a chance, so he took no interest in her words because he already knew her answer. He might have no respect for her, but it didn’t mean that he didn’t know exactly the type of person she was. No, she could never be as consuming at the person above him or as unpredictable as the woman who dances the line between black and white. Those were people that he called friends at the end of the day, if he had any, the people who challenged him while occasionally making him smile. The woman could never accomplish it, far too predictable and pointless.
Jonathan spoke the words that held far too much meaning. He was right though. The crazy woman would never get what she wanted from him. Edward would never apologize for what he did. If anything, his only regret is that he wasn’t able to twist the knife hard enough into her chest. The image of her blood dripping down her chest was a satisfying image, but his mind only lingered on it for a moment before getting trapped.
He couldn’t place why Jonathan was so desperate to save him. He couldn’t understand. If you didn’t want this to happen to me, why did you call her in the first place? Why did you let her know? Or do you just want an excuse to kill me?
He took in a steady breath as his thumb traveled down his jaw, his words hitting his core, as he realized that indeed Jonathan would attempt at his life. Jonathan had always told him that he would drag him to oblivion. Edward had thought he was talking about fifty years from now, and not at this moment, when he had fought so hard for his life.
But oblivion would be peace compared to the hell the woman had caused him. He would much welcome it into his arms then to spend eternity with his lips sewn shut and his lust locked in a cage. Oblivion would be mercy, he somberly thought, as acceptance to his current state occurred to him.
So when his lips pressed against his, he didn’t tense or attempt to twist his head away, he pressed into it. Taking the kiss in fully, unable to focus on anything but the way his mouth moved against his. His lips molding into the all-consuming beast above him, accepting the failure and his fate like a child who had given up and realized Santa Clause is not real.
Wait, give up?
Edward eyes snapped back to life. He was the Riddler, he didn’t give up and roll over for anyone. He bit Jonathan’s lip roughly.
Before he could take any further action, a sharp pain shot through his jaw as the sickle pushed through his skin. His mouth gaped like a fish, as he yelped in the unexpected pain.
His eyes jumped all over until finding Jonathan’s. A glimpse of fear was quickly hidden before his eyes narrowed, making a silent promise that he knew Jonathan would understand.
You can’t kill a god.
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"Great acts are made up of small deeds." - Lao Tzu
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Post by Nina Stenet on Mar 10, 2014 3:49:56 GMT -5
"I'm not here for what I want, I'm here for what I need," Nina states in reply, watching him carefully to see what he'll do now that she's refused. Probably something horrible, she imagines.
Though unlike the young woman outside the door who protests the action, Nina is neither shocked no appalled when Crane kisses Edward. After all, she's pretty sure that she walked in on something much more intense than that earlier, and there is no room for jealousy with regard to a man that she doesn't want. Especially when Edward protests the action the only way that he can - that's actually a bit amusing to her.
What does bother her, however, is what Crane does next with his sickle. She's not bothered that much by blood, but she hates violence and most especially watching people get hurt - even Edward, in spite of her anger toward him. But though she can't help but be affected by it she is not, as Crane seems to assume, unprepared to watch Edward be murdered right in front of her if she has to.
Fortunately, she doesn't have to. She may have many priorities much higher than Edward now, but her hands are not tied here - there are more choices here than either fixing Edward or watching him die. Choices that her desire to not let Crane have his way by using such tactics, in addition to the fact that watching someone be kissed and then immediately have their life threatened is something she sees as especially low thanks to Edward, only encourages her to follow a third course of action.
Reaching out to Edward with her power, she fixes only one of the things that she did to him - the one that was never intended to be permanent: She releases him from his paralysis. No, she won't stop Crane, but she trusts that Edward can manage to do that himself with his freedom of movement restored. "You said that I can deny a request at any time," she comments when she finishes, before turning and immediately heading for the exit. Because as far as she's concerned, Crane has broken the deal so she no longer needs to be here.
Especially since she does realize that Edward is angry at her too and is therefore a threat to her. Of course, she's not the one threatening to carve him up with a sickle, she didn't miss that earlier look of betrayal in his eyes, and she can tell that he wants to fight back, so she imagines that he's far more interested in going after Crane than her at this exact moment in time. And with any luck, the men will be far too busy dealing with each other to stop her from leaving. Especially since Edward knows full well that if he wants to do something horrible to her then he'll be able to find her later.
Just outside the door, Shawty tenses. Based on the way that Ms. Glass is reacting now, she figures that her gun is likely safe, but what Dr. Stenet is doing and saying now indicates that things are probably going to get very ugly very quickly and she's likely to need to move fast very soon.
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Mar 14, 2014 20:22:44 GMT -5
Edward didn’t fight him. He would never admit to being surprised, that was impossible, but for the briefest of moments he almost believed it to be true. The rules didn’t exactly apply to him anyway and he let the thought brush off as Edward pressed forward into the kiss. For a time he was trapped in that moment with him and the world just seemed to slip away like it did before. It was the strangest feeling and an utter limbo for him. But suddenly a voice knocked him out of it and he broke the kiss.
Heather’s voice.
His eyes broke from Edward’s and gazed out to see Heather’s face marked in awe of what she was seeing. She was terrified of what she was seeing and it was written all over her. Had he really just done that in front of everyone? Did it matter? She wouldn’t understand if he tried to explain it and now was not the time to explain it, right now she needed to do as he says. But just as he opened his mouth to order her to do what he wanted he felt Edward’s body come to life in his hands.
That wasn’t quite a part of the plan yet.
None of it had been for that matter. He had never originally intended for any of it to go this way. His eyes traveled back down to Edward’s. No, none of it was supposed to be this way, he had become distracted. He had jumped upon a perfect opportunity and in the midst of it…No…He couldn’t let go of it completely yet. He didn’t plan like that. He planned for things to go wrong in the middle as long as the result was the same….But now he had a problem. Dr. Stenet had released Edward from whatever she held him under. Exactly what she could do was still partially unknown to him or the extent that she could handle it.
”Push it” He had spoken calmly to Heather knowing she would understand what he wanted her to do, despite what she was feeling at the moment. The medical equipment behind he only had one push able lever on it but it could do so much more. It tied into the reason he had went and pursued Miss Glass in the first place. It was all for this one, glorious moment that was slowly slipping through his fingers by the second.
His sickle came away from Edward’s neck slowly with his eyes still locked back down upon his and gently he stepped and moved back to the front of him. It was clear that Edward could move again and he could only assume his fear of losing what he had was going to raise him to violent tendency….Not that it hadn’t always between them. ”Edward…” He licked his lips and took a calculated step backward in the direction Dr. Stenet was escaping to. The door seemed like a good option at the moment if only to keep Edward inside, better both of them but that would depend upon Miss Glass. His mouth felt dry suddenly, an odd sensation that made him tap the metal of his weapon against his leg.
”Let’s not get carried away…” The doctor rose his hand to potentially detour Edward from trying anything that he might not want to do. It was always this dance, but he had placed himself right in the middle of all of it. But his mind was quickly weighing out the options around him, change wasn’t a bad thing in his plans, it kept them as flexible as he was to any situation and neither Dr. Stenet nor Edward was going to ruin what he had planned.
He focused on Edward’s chest rising and falling steadily now. The world had fallen back into his eyes and his purpose was becoming clear again. What had once been a medical chair now seemed like a throne to his forum, a king about to summon his wrath. The gravity of the situation had hit him in another step backward. The destiny hath chose and it was all becoming clear. The thick plastic encasement that he had taken his place in had now become a lion’s den and the two males were about to be trapped inside, with or without Dr. Stenet.
His hand twitched slightly, taking in the air that he had summoned upon himself in this situation. There would be a battle for pride here. It was a battle that he had known Edward to never give up on. The doctor’s fingers splayed slightly long his sickle and turned it.
He wouldn’t have it any other way.
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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on Mar 15, 2014 19:46:47 GMT -5
Still in shock about what she just witnessed, Heather's too stunned to even remember to look away when Jon looks up at her. He just... he just...
Finally his words snap her out of it - but not gently. Instead the order hits her like a slap in the face. Two words, neither of them offering a hint of either explanation or reassurance. Yes, she realizes that he's very, very busy right now, but that's all he has to say? Really? Does he even care how upset she is, or is it just convenient that she happens to be just a few steps away from the lever?
She responds to that order by giving him a wounded look, hesitating for several moments as she grapples with getting her thoughts back in order and trying to decide whether or not to do as Jon said. But though she's kicking herself for the choice, the moment that her thoughts settle she knows that she's going to do it. After all, nobody's threatening to beat her up for doing it.
Though she's not happy about it! She steps over to the goddamn lever and pushes it. There, she hopes that Jon is fucking happy! Bastard... She can feel tears threatening to fall, but she forces them away - she's not going to cry. Not yet, anyway.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2014 17:24:11 GMT -5
He could feel the blood dripping down his skin as he heard the crazy woman’s reject Jonathan’s proposal, not to Edward’s surprise. At the end of the day, she was always predictable and boring. He could feel the blood moving farther down his neck, causing a ticklish and itch. His hand reached up and wiped it away, the blood smearing on the back of his hand, his jaw adjusting to the pain of the slit of his skin.
It was like watching Wiley Coyote run off a cliff, Edward’s eyes widened in slow realization that he just moved his hand. Jonathan had already moved away from him, spouting out warnings that he cared very little about. He jolted from the bed, his mouth opening to speak before he frowned realizing that would be a waste of time. His eyes went to the women moving towards the exit, the red head brat moving to the leaver, and Jonathan who eyes were glued to his movements.
He couldn’t deny his anger towards Jonathan’s actions. The man had betrayed him, and brought this woman heathen back into his life when he was in a vulnerable position. However, Edward wasn’t foolish enough to blame Jonathan entirely. Edward had allowed himself to be vulnerable. He had allowed Jonathan to play him like a pawn. Edward would not let it happen again. The kiss had snapped back his focus, and that the tension that might be between them was a façade and not something he should or would waste his time on.
He pushed himself off the bed, ignoring the sharp pain in his jaw. Jonathan would be dealt with later. He walked towards the man with calculated quick steps, stopping only a breath away from him. His eyes locked with his, with the barest of interest. It was almost as if Edward were looking through Jonathan and not really seeing him there. He reached into Jonathan’s pocket and pulled out his phone.
He looked down at the keyboard, his mind taking in the letters. It hurt. It made his head rack for the correct meanings and combinations. He only focused on them for a moment, not wanting to waste time. She might have taken away his ability to correlate phrases, but she hadn’t destroyed his recognition of numbers and computer coding.
He started writing lines of code to connect the phone to his personal computer, as he made quick steps to the direction of where the crazy woman and her short bitchy assistant were going. He would not be taken advantage of like this, especially by someone so insignificant and worthless compared to him. She truly didn’t deserve the life she had, and he hoped the worse for her, and planned to give her the worse if she did not cooperate. She should have killed him. Because a life without his words was not something he considered a life. He grabbed the short blond woman’s hair, yanking her roughly back into the room, showing the screen of the phone first to the short woman and then to his crazy ex-girlfriend.
It was a picture of Dr. Stenet’s mother.
And yes, it was definitely a threat, a threat that was already being taken into action because he had just put an international hit on her head worth two million dollars. If she had ever taken the time to learn about his business, his life style, then she would have educated herself with the dark web, the space of the internet that was only accessible through code and contained the online black market. All the big players watched, like Deadshot and Slade, two notorious assassins for handling their assignments quickly.
Now, she could kill him or paralyze him once more, or torture him in some other savory fashion, but the only person who could take the hit off of her mother in the quick time she needed him to was Edward. And Edward had no interest in helping her, if she had no interest in helping him.
His eyes locked on hers, to make certain she understood what would happen. His face was stern, his mind focus, he was finish with playing game with something so tedious. If she wanted to see how truly evil the Riddler could be, he would gladly show it to her, because as the end of the day, the Riddler didn’t lose. He never lost.
Check.
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Nina Stenet
"Great acts are made up of small deeds." - Lao Tzu
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Post by Nina Stenet on Mar 16, 2014 20:17:40 GMT -5
Though she suspects that Edward's focus is more likely to be Crane than herself, Nina has no intention of sticking around long enough to find out for sure. So as neither man does anything immediately to stop her hasty exit - Crane seeming to favor trying to keep away from Edward, while Edward seems to be far more interested in the man's phone for reasons she can only guess, she joins Shawty in the hallway.
And as Dr. Stenet approaches her, Shawty takes the one required step to pick up her gun and does so, happy to feel the cold metal in her hand again. Waiting for her boss to fully exit the room, she falls in behind the woman so that they can quickly leave together. Only she doesn't take more than a step before a hand grabs her hair. Focused on retrieving her gun and the relief that Dr. Stenet is out of that room, she hadn't noted that Mr. Nigma had come to the doorway and she yelps in surprise and pain to find herself suddenly pulled into the room. Her hand not holding the gun quickly reaches back to grab his wrist so that he can't pull her hair again, even though he's still gripping it. Jerk. Shifting the arm holding her gun away from him so that he can't grab it easily, she's about to go berserker on his ass when a picture on a cell phone is put in front of her. Though she hasn't a clue who it is - some old, Asian woman.
Meanwhile, Nina stops short when a cry from Shawty is her first indication that something isn't going according to plan. Stopping in her tracks and turning, she sees Shawty and Edward just inside the room and her eyes narrow at him immediately - what is he trying to do now. Though when he turns the picture to her, her lips purse just slightly. Oh, she recognizes her mother all right, and though she can't know what exactly Edward has done it's quite clearly a threat of some sort. And she knows full well that not just her mother, but her father, her brother, her sister and brother-in-law - they're all vulnerable to Edward. She doesn't need anyone to explain to her about assassins and prices on people's heads to know what Edward could do to them. For all she knows he could be trying to tell her that he has her parent's house wired up with explosives, waiting for his signal.
However, in a way she's known that for a long time. In fact, it was years before she met Edward that she realized that someone, not necessarily Edward in particular, might threaten them. But this is bigger to her than some simple squabble about whether or not he should be rendered speechless - in fact she wouldn't have gone to such an extreme measure if it was - so there's not more than a fraction of an instant of hesitation before she meets his eyes and states, "What are you playing at, Edward? You know how useless it is to threaten me." If that means that her mother has to die? So be it. He's not going to get a thing from her that way - he should know that by now. It does make her angry though, and there's plenty of fury in her eyes as she awaits his next move.
And Shawty, taking her boss's words as confirmation that she shouldn't let the picture stop her, suddenly twists Mr. Nigma's wrist the wrong way using the hold she has on his wrist and the momentum of a turn of her whole body in an attempt to break his grip on her hair.
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