Nina Stenet
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Post by Nina Stenet on Mar 20, 2011 17:54:15 GMT -5
That the man she's paralyzed is now trying to negotiate with her at all, let alone through a puppet, is ludicrous enough to make Nina forget at least momentarily that she also feels a bit sympathy for him. She laughs lightly for a moment, before clearing her throat and commenting, "You're here, at the very least, to hurt me. Do I care what you think about how I defend myself? No. Am I stupid enough to turn turn a situation so clearly in my favor to a 'fair fight'? Of course not."
Suddenly, she steps away from the wall, idly swinging the pipe as she moves. But rather than heading for the Ventriloquist, she walks right up to where Scarface was dropped. Still holding the pipe in her right hand, she picks him up by one of his feet with her left hand, allowing him to dangle there and holding him away from herself as if she's being forced to touch something unpleasant.
Eyeing Scarface for a moment she adds, "So what I 'say' is that I'm already getting tired of hearing you talk. Though maybe it would help if you were saying anything that I want to hear." As she says this, she brandishes the pipe a little to back up this new and this time very real threat.
Beating a defenseless man with a pipe is such an abhorrent idea to Nina that she feels somewhat guilty for even vaguely implying that she might, even though she's guessing that he was planning on doing far worse to her. Smashing his security puppet into little pieces, on the other hand, is definitely something that she has absolutely no qualms about. In fact, it would probably be quite therapeutic for her, though she does hope that this threat works because she doesn't like the direction she'd have to take this if it doesn't.
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Post by sincereagape on Mar 22, 2011 15:52:43 GMT -5
"Hey. Hey. Hey. Watch' doin'? Da Dummy is over there! Aaaaaaaa!!"
Unable to move his body, the Ventriloquist turned his neck and followed Nina's path as she made her way to Scarface. He was not able to get the full extent of the image of Nina holding the mannequin by one foot. But what he did see was the Scareface's upper body swinging back and forth like a pendulum while being held in mid-air.
""So what I 'say' is that I'm already getting tired of hearing you talk. Though maybe it would help if you were saying anything that I want to hear."
"No! No! No! Puh-puh-please don't hurt him."
The Ventriloquist was t"rying to turn his neck as much as he could to get a better site of Nina threatening Scarface. The spectacles fell of the bridge of his nose and were now lopsided on his face.
"Aaaa! Do somthing Dummy!" Scarface screamed.
"I can't Mister Scarface! I can't!"
Scarface's expression remained unchanged. Wide eyes, always with a scowl. The fedora had fallen to the ground showing that the dummy had close cropped black hair underneath. The arms of the mannequin were at the mercy of gravity.
"Au-wright. Au-wright. Au-wright." Scarface began. "Da dummy and Ah' were set free by dis lady with g'ig hooters and even larger thighs. We've seen her before, workin' at Lex Corps, security' depart-ment, dat's how we know who she was. She sen' us after' ye, for God knows what w'reason. Could' be personal, could' be professional. Dat's all we know, honest!"
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Post by Nina Stenet on Mar 22, 2011 16:36:12 GMT -5
Nina waits patiently to see if her threat will work, and she listens carefully to the information she's being given. When he stops talking, Nina would appear frozen for a few moments as she tries to piece it all together, murmuring "LexCorp" to herself. And given the desperate position she's placed the man in, she's sure that she's getting the truth - she's just glad that he happened to have a built-in way she could threaten him that didn't violate her sense of right and wrong.
Naturally, her mind goes back to that first letter. And what does the Riddler have to do with this? She's still certain that the Riddler wouldn't have caused this attack - even if he meant only to frighten her he would have done better. No, it really must have been someone at LexCorp's idea, then. But why would anyone at LexCorp want her dead? Well, she'd completely disregarded that job offer for one thing. And she was sure that LexCorp saw every medical breakthrough she made for Wayne Enterprises as a step back for them. Of course, it was their own fault for not being willing to meet the demands of a certain brilliant young doctor fresh out of college some years ago. And while she wouldn't put it past them to send someone out for that reason, she still had a nagging feeling that the Riddler was involved in this somehow...
Forcing herself to replay the situation in her mind, Nina decides that she is certain that he influenced the job offer, but not the attempt at her life. But what does that mean? "They want to kill me to upset the Riddler," she answers out loud, sighing in frustration to herself as she roughly tosses Scarface so that he'll land next to the Ventriloquist and then walks over to one of her couches, unconsciously sitting where the Riddler had once again.
This is bad, very bad. It was already bad enough to find herself unexpectedly so closely tied to a murderer, but now she has another entity who knows that they are connected somehow and wants to get at him through her. Setting the pipe down on the coffee table, she rubs her head and forces herself to think - there has got to be a way to get herself out of this mess! And for the moment, it appears that she's forgotten that there's a paralyzed man lying on her floor, though that's far from the case.
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Post by sincereagape on Mar 22, 2011 21:02:25 GMT -5
"Ooooof!" Scarface exclaimed as he landed next to the Ventriloquist after being tossed aside by their captor. The mannequin landed in an awkward position with knees bent the wrong way, and one arm pointing at the hip and the other looking like it was rubbing the top of the head.
"Well dis is em'garrassing."
The Ventriloquist uneasily watched the doctor make her way over to the couch. Not wanting the woman to here them, Scarface began to speak into the mind of Arnold Wesker.
"Wh--what do we do now Mr. Scarface?"
"Ah'm thinking. Ah'm thinking. Me'gee if we stay quiet, she'll let us go."
She mentioned something about the Riddler.
Nigma? Dagna'git. Wat did we get ourselves into?! Dat's the last time Ah' ever listen to you!"
But Mister Scarface, you wanted to leave the Asylum too...
Hey, hey' Ah'm think'in here."
The woman seemed honest enough. She did not seem to have an inklings about 'revenge' or getting back at them, nor did she seem violent, although something inside of the Ventriloquist felt that when push came to shove, she would be able to break out of her comfort zone and result to harsher courses of action. When in doubt. Just ask, and try and be nice.
"If dis counts. We had no id-eas dat the Riddler was involved in dis scheme. If we knew, den we wouldn't have taken de job in de first place," Scarface said to Nina. "He's one man de dummy and I know not to mess with."
The Ventriloquist looked up at Nina with an 'innocent' face.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2011 21:49:04 GMT -5
Allen slammed the breaks in front of the small apartment building. Edward swung open the door and pushed himself out without saying a word. He didn’t have too. Allen knew he was supposed to park, grab Robby, and follow him as soon as possible. The Riddler knew Allen thought the concept of running to a girl was utterly ridiculous and beneath his payroll, but Allen wasn’t stupid enough to question him…especially when the Riddler was mentally arguing over the same point. He shouldn’t care that the Ventriloquist and Scarface were in the building. He shouldn’t care that Nina might be in danger. Caring was hampering his plans and his schedule, but he couldn’t stop the way he felt. If only Nina had listened to him! He wouldn’t be wasting his time and causally committing arson. There was a possibility that the Ventriloquist wasn’t even bothering Nina, and then this truly would be a waste of time.
He yanked opened the entrance door. The security guard didn’t take notice. He had his feet up on the desk as he lazily read a magazine. He glanced over it, and saw a plain man in a suit. He thought nothing out of the ordinary. Stupid people. He probably just let the man with a puppet walk in the same way. Nina, you couldn’t at least get better security? Edward pushed the up button in irritation as he waited for the elevator. When the metal doors slide opened he realized he didn’t have a plan. He inwardly groan. This woman! Why did she always have a talent to ruining his logical thought process? He always had a well thought out plan. He walked into the elevator pressing the button to her floor. He had to think of a plan fast then. If Scarface was at her apartment, he was there to hurt her. Why would he want to hurt her? She had no relation to the puppet. The only thing that could connect Scarface to Nina was himself, but he was certain he kept his feelings for Nina quiet…he was more certain he had done nothing to Scarface to grant revenge. His hand tightened along his cane as he imagined what type of revenge it would be. If Nina was…
No, she wouldn’t be dead.
Scarface would attempt to knock her out. If he had accomplished that then he would take her somewhere. Nina wouldn’t even be in her apartment! Robby hadn’t seen Scarface leave, but if he happened to miss him…the boy would be sleeping with the rats. The elevator door opened to the floor, and he walked out into the hallway. His cane made a thud against the carpet with force until he reached the door. When the door finally sat in front of him, he realized again he still hadn’t come up with a plan. He was here…and he had no plan.
He mentally cursed himself. He needed more information before he could make a plan. If she wasn’t here, he would find Scarface. It shouldn’t be that hard to find the puppet’s hideout. But what if she was here? What if the Ventriloquist was here? The gun against his skin reminded him how he could handle that.
Well one thing was for sure, he couldn’t just stand there. He reached up with his hand…and knocked.
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Post by Nina Stenet on Mar 22, 2011 22:34:12 GMT -5
The many potential problems caused by this situation flood through Nina's mind as she considers the situation. Even if she were the type to want revenge she'd have trouble considering that at the moment - how she feels about being attacked seems like such a small, petty concern when this incident is put in its fuller context. The last place that she wants to be is caught between the Riddler and LexCorp!
Her thoughts are easily interrupted when Scarface speaks up again and she frowns in his direction. A part of her pities him - he's probably in worse trouble than she is. At least she can be reasonably certain that only one of those two want her dead, whereas he's probably going to be in trouble from both sides. On the other hand: "I suppose that my argument that you shouldn't have taken the job anyway would fall on deaf ears? Though if you're lucky, maybe he won't find out about this immediately."
Almost as if on cue, that's when she hears a knock on the door. Given what's just happened, she's probably safe in assuming that it could be anyone, so she scoops up the pipe as she stands and quickly heads over the door, peering though the peephole. Who she sees on the other side causes an actual scowl. "Or if you're very unlucky he's had someone watching my apartment and is here right now," she says distantly.
She has to hesitate for a moment before answering the door, however, as seeing that he's here right now causes a flood of emotions of all different kinds. Once they settle, however, she's back to her remarkably calm self as she opens the door and says, "If you're here to rescue me, you're a bit late." But this isn't quite the same calm Nina that the Riddler would remember. The last time they'd met, he'd broken something deep inside her. But it's since healed even stronger than it was before, and can now be seen as a certain strengthening in the defensiveness of her posture as she carefully regards him with the same expression a person might give a snake while they're trying to figure out if it's poisonous or not. But at least she doesn't look angry.
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Post by sincereagape on Mar 23, 2011 18:33:49 GMT -5
In many ways being paralyzed from the waist down was worse then being tied and gagged. There was no physical outlet for the Ventriloquist to outlet his anxiety. Before when he was subdued in Poison Ivy's greenhouse she had taken liberties to bind his arms behind his back. This still allowed Arnold to thrash around, and struggle; thus alleviating some built in stress from his psychiatric disability.
Because of all of this, the paranoid thoughts began to formulate in Arnold's mind.
I wonder who is there? Batman? Poison Ivy!? Luthor! Mister Scarface seems as helpless as I am.What are we going to do?! Is that a sniper I see outside of her apartment? What about the microscopic insects that exist in this oriental carpet? Maybe they will crawl all over my body and begin to bite away?!
Did that plant just move? Yes it did! All plants are alive. They're all out to get me! They're all out to destroy Scarface's criminal empire, the one that I help him build! Death to all plants!
I think the person at the door is wearing a shade of green. Hmmm. I wonder if they could be a plant in disguise?
Physically the Ventriloquist looked eerily calm. His neck was turned to one side, looking toward Nina's den, fixated on a house plant.
There was a moment where Arnold was able to stray away from the thoughts, actually, hearing Nina speak snapped him back to 'normalcy.'
"Wat's going' on?! Who's at da door?" Scarface asked, with bit of desperation in It's voice.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2011 19:12:44 GMT -5
Relief
Relief flooded through him washing away most of his anger as he took in Nina’s form. His eyes danced over her face not only absorbing every detail, but also checking for any unexpected damage. He immediately noticed Nina holding the metal pipe. He always knew that Nina was threatening, but something about having the visual made it all…
He couldn’t explain what happened next. Maybe he was just so overwhelmed with the fact that she was okay. Maybe her snarky remark reminded him of the reasons he started to have these feelings for her. Maybe he was so proud that at least the woman he liked could legitimately protect herself. Maybe he hadn’t realized how much he missed having her there. Maybe he was having such a bad day that he really was losing his sanity. Maybe his subconscious had started forming a plan before his conscious could catch up. Maybe it was all just Nina’s fault.
Yes, the last one sounded correct.
No matter the reason, his free hand automatically grabbed the bottom part of her shirt and with a quick jerk, pulled her body towards him. His lips met hers...
A sense of clarity hit. It reminded him of running. Your heartbeat increases against your chest, but there is an overall sense of accomplishment. His other hand with his cane traveled to her side and held her body against his. He liked it. He liked it more then he really wanted to admit, but he pulled away. He didn’t like the idea of Nina paralyzing him. Luckily it was too short for her to even consider the option.
His eyes met hers as he parted. He wished she wasn’t so stubborn, wished that she would swallow that pride of her, and more importantly wished she didn’t hate him. He frowned, both in annoyance at her and himself. This entire ordeal could have been solved if she would have left Gotham like he suggested. Why couldn’t she listen? He didn’t believe there was an intellectual capability to listening, but obviously there was. If there wasn’t she would have gotten out of town. “Riddle me this,” he began as he let go of her form, “why does the woman have two black eyes?” he asked half-heartedly, knowing his own answer to it.
He shifted passed her body and through the door to get a better idea of the situation. He knew the Ventriloquist was here. Nina wouldn’t have mentioned rescuing if he wasn’t, and right as the thought dance through his head he saw an old man frozen on the ground with a doll right next to him. The Riddler’s lips pursed out like he had bitten into a lemon. “Arnold…or should I say Scarface,” he said as he walked over to him, “It seems you have yourself in quite a puzzle.” He stopped when he was standing right next to the puppet. The way he talked made it appear causal and friendly, but the Riddler’s eyes told a different story. He was glaring at the two. He lifted his cane and pushed it down on the puppet chest, “I’m very good puzzle, but I can’t say I really want to help.”
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Post by Nina Stenet on Mar 23, 2011 19:48:25 GMT -5
To say that the reaction of the Riddler to her greeting was unexpected... would be putting it mildly to say the least. And it triggers a certain internal debate between her heart and her head about whether she likes it or should slap him. In the end it's too brief for her to make up her mind, and after he asks his riddle and moves past her she has to take a moment to collect her thoughts. Blinking as if waking up from a daze, she answers, "Because she isn't me." That's her answer to that riddle, anyway.
When the Riddler finds the Ventriloquist, Nina frowns to herself. She's still not completely sure what she thinks ought to happen to him because of this attack, but she rather suspects that the Riddler's opinion on that will likely be much more severe than hers. Sighing quietly to herself, she closes the door and walks over to stand by the couch where she can watch the two men by the dining table easily.
"It's your fault he's here, you know," she says abruptly, sounding frustrated, "He said that some woman from LexCorp sent him. Perhaps next time you try to protect me from something, you should talk to me about it first instead of trying to manipulate me. But then, that would actually require you to genuinely care about my opinion on something, wouldn't it?" She folds her arms as she leans against the back of the couch, a discontented frown firmly set on her face.
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Post by sincereagape on Mar 23, 2011 20:25:00 GMT -5
The kiss between the Riddler and Nina was an odd moment for the Ventriloquist. Even though the motion was not in his peripheral vision there was an unspoken moment and feeling that permeated through the room. When two people of the opposite sex all of a sudden went silent, something was happening..
The Ventriloquist did not know the Riddler too well. Mostly, through association and word of mouth through various criminals such as Mugsy and Ratzo. There was no mention of a possible romantic linkage between the Riddler and any other individual. The Riddler had managed to hold himself in a higher light then some of the other rogues. Even though he was not as tough physically as say Two-Face or the Joker, his mind, intelligence, and some semblance of rationality always made him one of the most cunning of Gotham's rogues.
What Scarface had said to Nina was true, at least in the crime bosses' mind.
"Nigma! Hehe.." Scarface began with a nervous laugh. "If Ah'd known dat ye were involved with de 'groad, the Dummy and Ah' would 'ave preferred to stay in Arkham to 'ge honest."
Then again it was a Catch-22, Mercy Graves was not someone you could turn down if you valued your health. But why had she chosen them? Was it because they were the only one's captive in the asylum?
"Ah'm sure we could negotiate something g'etween da three of us?"
The Ventriloquist lost focus on the plant, and when Scarface was speaking his eyes began to blink rapidly and uncontrollably.. Having no control of his motor functions below the neck was getting to him physically.
"It's your fault he's here, you know, He said that some woman from LexCorp sent him. Perhaps next time you try to protect me from something, you should talk to me about it first instead of trying to manipulate me. But then, that would actually require you to genuinely care about my opinion on something, wouldn't it?"
When Nina spoke it snapped the Ventriloquist out of a trance. He then looked up at her. She was the same woman from the bank. Back then, the Ventriloquist thought she was quiet fetching, and even getting a better look at her now, his opinion of her still held true.
The Catch-22 had applied to Scarface. But the Ventriloquist had remembered her form the bank. The briefcase that she hadn't been willing to part with, and that simple yet attractive girl next door appearance the doctor held. Arnold had been interested in the job for other reasons outside of freedom, money, and power.
After she spoke, Scarface muttered..
"Who knew dat da 'groad had powers?"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2011 22:06:06 GMT -5
Edward Nigma’s temper had always been held by a short fuse. It wasn’t so much problematic for himself but rather the people in front of his fury. His men had learned quickly not to test him, but other rogues with egos almost comparable to himself quite often forgot. He would say he was pleased with Scarface’s pitiable response, but the fact that he even came close to hurting what was his was overwhelmingly powerful. The only thing that broke him from his focus was Nina’s comment in the background.
A woman from LexCorp…Mercy. His frowned deepened at the thought of what those actual ramifications meant. Lex pride must have been shot when Edward had so causally reminded the man of his criminal record. The very criminal record Edward had proof of. To think Edward was stupid enough to give the man Nina’s name…to give him information to his current weakness. To think Edward even had a current weakness was ridiculous! Once again Nina was a sole factor in Edward losing his ability to logically analyze situation for his best interest. What was becoming of him? He didn’t look at Nina when he spoke to her. He was too trapped in his self-disappointment and anger to really look at her. He knew if he did, those emotions and feelings would come riling to the surface like a volcano. He would once again throw his reason to the wind to please this woman. No, he would not have it. “Why waste time trying to push a river up hill when the current will drag you down anyways. I only found the better solution,” he answered her remark. He wouldn’t lie, there was a small tinge of sadness deep inside of him. He had hoped she wouldn’t be angry. He had hoped to see a sign of happiness he was here. Instead all he saw was dread. However, another part of him didn’t miss the daze look she had after he had kissed her. Why he had kissed he still hadn’t come to terms with.
The puppets last words about Nina to him only made the Riddler inwardly scowl. Any person with a half decent brain could figure out Nina had some type of power. The fact they came only with a metal pipe (he assumed because he saw no other weapon) proved how little they thought of her…or how stupid they were. He moved his cane right underneath the puppets chin. Scarface's pleading and justification went on deaf ears. “What happens to a man who touches another man’s stuff?” he asked as he put pressure between the wooden joints that connected the head to the body. He knew the Ventriloquist wasn’t his true problem. His true problem would be handling Lex Luther, and Scarecrow…and…ugh...he had quite a bit of work to handle. “I’ll give you a hint,” he said joyfully with a taunting smirk as he leveraged the cane and implied enough force until there was a…
Pop.
Scarface’s head flung back on the floor away from the rest of the body. Some of the anger subdued with only that little damage. He still had to handle Arnold, who was the real person who supplied the two personalities that created the pair. He turned his eyes to the paralyzed man with a large smile. He wanted to kill him, but it wouldn’t help the puzzle he was now in. He needed Arnold if he were to get Lex off his back for a time. Not to mention, Nina would be furious. But…that didn’t mean the Riddler couldn’t get out a bit of his pint up frustration. His hand tightened on the top of his cane as he imagined using it in a different way then the created use. “Do you know the answer, Arnold, or is the riddle too hard?” he asked the man.
He had almost forgotten Nina’s presence in the room. While this event was about her, it was more then that. It was an understanding between criminals. You don’t fickle in another rogue’s business without expecting consequences. He couldn’t be sure if Scarface was telling the truth or not, but Edward only assumed the worst…especially after catching Arnold’s look towards Nina. Never trust anyone but yourself, a motto he held dear. So while he was certain Nina would be furious with his actions, he couldn’t bring himself to care because she lacked the understanding of the type of business he was in.
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Post by Nina Stenet on Mar 23, 2011 23:04:48 GMT -5
The response Nina gets to her question gets another frustrated sigh, "How can you be so sure that talking to me about it would be a waste of time when you've never even tried to do it once? And how could what you did be a better solution if it didn't work?" The depths to which the Riddler's inability to understand how wrong he is to treat her the way that he does is mind-boggling to Nina.
The rest of what the two say to each other is listened to in silence, though there's a noticeable tension around Nina: she doesn't like any of it at all, though she holds her silence and forces herself to look at the floor. The Ventriloquist is an idiot who partway deserves what he's getting, and she sees the Riddler as ultimately outside of her control so she sees little use in getting between the two of them.
That is, until, the Riddler turns his attention directly to the paralyzed man on the floor. While Nina can take a lot of things, there are some things that she can't hold back for if she feels that she might be able to do something about it, and this crosses a certain line for her. "That's enough!" she says abruptly, though aside from those words she remains exactly how she was, eyes still on the floor.
"You don't really even care about me, do you?" she asks slowly, her voice quiet but with an intensity that suggests anger. Then her eyes lift to look directly at the Riddler as she continues more quickly, "'Your stuff'? Is that all I am to you? Some pretty thing that you don't want broken? Well, I'm sorry to tell you this, but I am a person. And he didn't attack you, he attacked me. It's LexCorp who is attacking you, not him. And I am the one who stopped him, so shouldn't I be the one who decides what to do with him?"
She makes another frustrated sigh before she adds, "And if you're going to ignore all of that, don't you at least care enough to spend the two seconds it would take to consider how I feel about this? And care enough to recognize that even if you don't agree with them that my feelings should be taken into consideration?" She swallows and her expression becomes sad as she asks, once again quietly, "Would you really hurt him right in front of me?" She'd have thought that, if the Riddler had learned anything from what he'd put her through before, that he would have learned not to do this to her. Even seeing people who are hurting hurts Nina - seeing people get hurt is even worse.
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Post by sincereagape on Mar 23, 2011 23:46:54 GMT -5
The look of utter disbelief and shock on the face of the Ventriloquist can be contributed to two things that had just happened in the span of two minutes. The rocket propulsion of Scarface's head and the outburst from Doctor Nina Stenet. To be honest, the latter event startled him even more.
Arnold Wesker could not believe that the Riddler had just beheaded Scarface. Logical thought saw this coming from miles away, but Arnold isn't exactly the most logical person out there. The stability, strength, and the part of his mind that was able to advocate for itself was all of a sudden dashed away by the Riddler. The Ventriloquist was just about to have a paranoid coniption when the 'kind' doctor let loose on the Riddler.
In a moment of humor, the Ventriloquist ducked his head as if someone was trying to throw something at him for every sentence Nina concluded.
Incredible...a woman like that..best not get on her bad side...
Her anger at the Riddler becomes quiet amusing. Finally! Someone who was advocating for him without demeaning him in the process!
"London Bridge is falling down, Falling down, Falling down.
London Bridge is falling down, My fair lady. "
He chimed to the Riddler. Maybe he had a chance of getting out of here without to much damage done to him. Now if only he can become un-paralyzed.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 24, 2011 1:00:06 GMT -5
Edward had a confident smirk dancing across his face as he started to lift his cane only to stop. His eyes ripped from the man on the ground to the woman who had just interrupted his thoughts. He noticed her stiff form and the anger that was radiating off of her as the words flooded out of her mouth.
You don’t even care about me, do you?
Care? He wished he didn’t care about her! He wished he could escape the chains that his emotions had tied to her. Couldn’t she see the effort he was putting into protecting her? Was she so oblivious to his feelings that she disregarded them in such a shameful way, like wiping the smudge off a glass surface? He didn’t even get a chance to respond because her eyes met his in a cold glare he wasn’t prepared for. He had to grip onto his cane to stay straight.
Her next words came out like sharp knives whizzing through him, but she was wrong! She was completely wrong, but of course she would never recognize that. She wasn’t just his stuff, but she was his, as far as he was concern. She belonged to him whether she wanted to accept that or not. If she were to affect his life in such a way he had to take control of it. It was part of the trade. He couldn’t allow such a weakness to wander about for anyone to take a hold of. The fact that she believed the Ventriloquist infuriated him even more. She didn’t understand the circumstances, but how could she. She had never lived this life.
It only got worst though. Sadness. He saw it. It caused his heart to twist and squeeze in that same unpleasant way it had right before he shot the hooker. He hated that she made him feel like this…made him feel like he wasn’t a great person…something he never thought. He hated it. Part of him wanted to get rid of her if it got rid of this annoying emotion of guilt, but he knew that option would not bring the desirable results. But couldn’t she see, the reasons he didn’t ask were because he already knew her responses. He was genius. He knew she didn’t approve. Why would he ask only to get the answer he didn’t want to hear and then see that sad face?
Would you really hurt him right in front of me?
He longingly remembered the moment when the answer was an easy yes. He wouldn’t have even blinked an eye, but right now he was frozen in his position. He didn't even notice Arnold's little song that normally would have pissed him off further.
Anger, guilt, frustration, were only a few of the emotion the Riddler was battling with at that moment until one finally emerged.
“Dear may I ask, what do you think I usually do during my time? Do you think I just sit in my chair plotting the ways to ruin your life?” he stated with a cold voice to match her own. Yes, anger had won out. “I don’t think you have the slightest conception of how I go about my days. You’ve dealt with me, and dear I do give you credit, but I have manners most other so-called criminals lack. I handle people like him,” he stated nodding to the man on the ground, “who both lack intellectual thought but furthermore degrade me, everyday. While some of them can be enjoyable for a talk per say, and the challenge can be entertaining, I know one thing about each of them: they lie. So the fact that you actually believe this man just attacked you for no other reason then to escape from Arkham makes me rethink your caliber to keep up with this mental game. Criminals are not simple minds and cannot be easily lead off into a deal without understanding the catch. I highly doubt this man took this opportunity without realizing the risk of running into me, and the fact that he still so blatantly took the job knowing that, proves he’s not giving me the respect I deserve. I had planned to teach it to him, but of course, being like all woman you turned this situation into me not caring about you!”
He didn’t give her a chance to respond. She had no reason to make him feel so much emotional pain. She was wrong. She was completely wrong. “And the fact you even state that puzzles me to no end,” he said shaking his head as an unbelieving smirk crossed his face. He looked back up at her, “Do you really think I’d be in this very mess if I didn’t care? I…I actually made a mistake,” he said aloud in disbelief as he started to walk towards this girl who understood nothing, “I made a mistake. I never make mistakes.” He stopped right in front of her, “Yet for some reason a girl pranced into my life and caused me to overlook the simplest of details.” A piece of hair was in her face and a large part of him wanted to push it back. He didn’t. “So I apologize if my focus was not on you’re feelings but rather on solving the problem at hand.”
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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 24, 2011 2:19:14 GMT -5
Perhaps surprisingly, Nina shows very little reaction when the Riddler turns his anger on her. It's about time he told her some of what was going on in that arrogant head of his! Her expression stays angry, but at the same time it's very thoughtful as she absorbs the words and tries not only to understand them but understand the thoughts and feelings behind them. Especially those thoughts and feelings that are causing him to treat her the way that he is and that show a misunderstanding on his part of her own. And so focused is she on this task that she doesn't think to be afraid when he approaches.
Instead she's surprisingly collected as she waits for him to finish saying what he needs to say and she waits only long enough to take a deep breath before she replies. "No, I don't think you're trying to ruin my life," she says quietly, her voice a forced calm - her own anger and frustration won't help much, though it's still boiling inside her. And these first few words actually surprise her - when did she become certain enough of that to actually say so? Shaking that thought off, she forges on, "But whether you were trying or not, your mistake has created a problem for us. Not just for you, but for both of us - LexCorp trying to kill me is most certainly my problem too. And as touching as it is that you're taking a threat to me so personally, I'm not going to thank you for coming in here thinking that you're going to take care of the problem by yourself any more than you would if the situation was reversed."
She pauses there for a moment to glance over the Riddler's shoulder at the Ventriloquist, her frown deepening a bit as she does so. While she may feel sympathy for him, that doesn't mean that she likes him even slightly. In fact, she has to mentally scold herself for veering a bit too far in the other direction after he sang that song. "You may want my help," she suddenly adds, looking back at the Riddler with sudden confidence, "You're right that I believe that he didn't know of my connection to you. And you're right that he could be lying. And that could prove to be an important point, so perhaps I ought to ask him about that again and let his own brain tell me if he's lying or not?"
And she stops there: even though she feels that she's far from finished addressing all the issues his angry rant called up, she's guessing the rest are things that either he'll figure out later when he has a chance to think about what was said more carefully or things that need not be addressed right now. The last part of what he said cements even more a thought she's been mulling around in the back of her mind: he's not used to feeling the way he feels about her about anyone even a little. Doesn't know what to do with himself, in fact. That's something she can identify with, even though she has to go pretty far back in her memory to recall that feeling.
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