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Post by Joan Leland on May 28, 2011 15:32:40 GMT -5
There are many coffee shops in west Gotham, take them away and the entire sector might collapse just from the withdrawal if not for cheap coffee-makers in every office. The city runs on coffee and Joan Leland isn't much of an exception. It's a small privately owned cafe, tucked out the way and so far resisting being bought out or eaten by a bookshop that the doctor has started to favour in the area for her days off and even workaholic psychologists have to have a couple of days off in a week to keep from going crazy.
A day off for Joan though just means it's time to get on top of the growing list of errands she has to run and more often than not check up on the mental stability of the general public. Neither of which she actually appears to be doing while sat at one of the tables outside the cafe reading the newspaper, a cup of coffee in one hand. Appearances are rarely entirely accurate with Dr. Leland. The newspaper has been studied, the more famous have already had their notes made to add to her collection of information and her notebook sits shut on the table under a plate with a sandwich on it as she idly scans through an article on an old building to be knocked down, apparently it's a tragedy. It's the first time she's even heard of the place.
Joan's mind is on other things really. She's only a semi-regular visitor to the cafe, just when she's in that bit of town but she's been there enough. Enough to see the owner still seems to be having sleeping problems judging by her movements, stress and too much of her own coffee to keep her alert enough to work probably. The girl helping her out hasn't said much but that speaks for itself for her, fight with her boyfriend again. Experience says she'll be calling him in her lunch break. The man on the table just inside the door meanwhile has been nursing his drink longer than Joan's been sat there and keeps looking at his phone where it sits on the table. Avoiding someone and hoping they won't call, avoiding and trying to work up to calling or stood up for a date and hoping they'll call were her most likely choices, until she saw him playing with a wedding ring on his finger and marked him down as probably avoiding his wife or some connection to her. Poor people with their problems. She knows none of them needed or would appreciate her interfering though and compared to the people she usually has to work with the article on the building was almost more interesting anyway.
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Post by Deleted on May 28, 2011 18:17:22 GMT -5
His name was starting to be forgotten again. The Joker had caught the attention again. He ranted and raved on the television like a tempered child...or Kim Jong Il. It bothered Edward that he could be easily pushed aside for people like the Joker. He was the Riddler, yet the clown with a few explosive was the one to truly worry about. It was frustrating.
He had to admit. He had become distracted by Nina. He had halted his schemes to spend time with her, or his schemes were distracted by a thought of her. He frowned. Things needed to change. He needed to bring his name to the front page again. He needed a riddle that would unsettle Gotham. He needed something.
He walked down the sidewalk wearing a dark green pen stripe suit jacket and jeans. He looked average (well of course not average, he was the Riddler meaning amazingly bright and good looking). He looked like an average everyday citizen in Gotham. No one would be particularly drawn to him or immediately recognize him, so he walked on West Side Gotham with confidence. Why was he on West Side of Gotham? Well Nina had stupidly decided to open up her business in West Side. No, his problem wasn't with the location, his issue was how naive she was being with the entire process. She reappears in life and her first action is to start a business under her name. Her unintelligent actions rubbed him the wrong way, but she was too stubborn to listen. He had complained about the Joker's need for attention, but he almost thought Nina's was worst.
He walked past a coffee shop he had rarely ever seen. His eyes barely glanced at the people along the outdoor tables. He didn't like to waste his time on people he doubted had any intelligent thought surpassing a monkey, but then his eyes recognized a woman. He paused for only a moment, noting she was reading the newspaper. He smirked.
He took a turn into the cafe area. It caused a surprise grunt out of Allen who had been walking behind him. Edward took no notice to Allen's noises, he only pulled out the chair across from the woman and took a seat.
"Hello Doctor, you really should look into make up to help with that haggard look, or is the location of it in the department store to difficult of a maze for you?" he asked as he leaned back in his chair like he belonged there. Allen pushed out a young couple from their table to be close to Edward. The couple seemed irritated, but neither wanted to fight Allen.
Edward felt a new sort of happiness. He could have fun with the doctor who tortured his life behind the walls of Arkham. It was only the logical choice.
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Post by Joan Leland on May 29, 2011 9:12:26 GMT -5
Just when she thought she was going to have a quiet day off the chair across the table is moved and Joan looks up quickly, pausing at who she sees sitting himself down...The world has apparently just decided normality was too boring for the day, and that she needed a new coffee shop.
She's certainly never coming back here again and that pause and a small raise of the eyebrows is the most surprised she's ever looked around him. Allen distracts her momentarily by removing the couple and she briefly contemplates calling the police but she knows there wouldn't be any sense to it. Even if she could make the call without being shot by one of them or something she'd only be missing an opportunity and the Riddler would just disappear again before they showed up.
His insult actually causes her to smile slightly, same old Edward. She was betting smiling was probably better than the several comebacks she'd never voice anyway as it likely wasn't the reaction he was going for. He might have fled from Arkham but he'd never stopped being a patient to her and her tone sounds exactly like he's just stepped into a session "Mr Nigma, it's been quite some time. How are you doing?" she enquires calmly as she places her coffee back down on the table and folds up the newspaper, glancing over her shoulder for anyone else in the process. She doesn't put much trust in random meetings with Nigma but the brief glance is the only thing to show it so far. The abandoning of the coffee and sandwich followed by a thorough check of everything with her will happen when he's not there. The criminals really were making her paranoid, sadly for a good reason.
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Post by Deleted on May 30, 2011 0:09:21 GMT -5
"Still asking the boring questions, Doctor? It's no wonder no one is 'cured' at Arkham. On the topic of that, how exactly did Tetch manage to leave under the establishment of being sane. We both know that if he had you as Doctor the chances of that are slim to none," he spoke as if it were a normal session. Leland rarely had the ability to think outside the box she forced herself in.
The waitress came to the table after realizing someone new had taken a seat. He turned to her without a second thought, "Coffee, black." He then turned back to the Doctor. How many days had he been forced to stare at that tired expression? How many days had he listened to her annoying analysis? Too many.
This opened up an opportunity to not only give her the same kindness she showed to him, but also an opportunity to distract him from his current irritation with himself. He couldn't stand the idea that he was sacrificing so much for a woman, but running into something from his past before Nina made him feel right back at home. It made it feel like nothing had change and everything was perfect again.
"I have a riddle for you actually," he stated causally as the waitress left, I am alone, I have no meaning, and when I die in two hours it won't matter. What am I?""
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Post by Joan Leland on May 31, 2011 13:50:27 GMT -5
Can Dr Leland be blamed for being a little tired behind the eyes? Her work was a passion, obsession and frustration all in one. Of course no one is cured at Arkham, well, there are successes but they always seem to be the smaller criminals, people who haven't got a taste of fame and power. Everyone else would take years and usually escaped before then. No, people like the Riddler didn't want to be helped and refused to be. She knows him and she knows his ego on top of his obsessions and that intelligence that made him too smart for his own good. Not a hopeless case but certainly an irritatingly long one that required a lot more work if she didn't wish to simply throw pills at him until something improved.
"Still considering the boring questions unimportant I see. You have just interrupted my coffee" as if it was an apology for not getting up to steam right away. Partly it was, mostly she just guessed he wouldn't expect much of her as usual and a chance to be superior might keep him around for a bit until she could get him talking.
She allows for a small frown at the mention of Tetch. Indeed she hadn't agreed with the decision to release him, at the very least she would have placed the man in a room with a hat and a teapot to see what happened before doing so "Jervis Tetch" it comes out as a frustrated sigh "It's under review" while she's questioned things strongly until Jervis did something that caught the public attention she couldn't prove he wasn't sane "I assume this means you've been in contact with him and he's back to his old tricks already?"
She gives the waitress barely a glance, poor girl doesn't have a clue what's going on around her, it was probably for the best. Her small smile stiffens a little as Joan hears him mention a riddle "To be expected" Same old Edward, only now with a gun and thug close to hand which made answering incorrectly a little more worrying. She pauses to give it thought but not for very long. Her actual success with the riddles was a bit hit and miss but she humoured him usually. Giving people riddles was after all only a small problem compared to him killing people who got them wrong and it was often the thing which caused him to get caught. She'd hate to cure him of his biggest weakness and nothing else "I would say it depends on if you had plans to kill me in two hours but I know, boring and obvious" she could certainly imagine him believing her that unimportant. She also rather expects revenge on the people at Arkham is somewhere in his mind so Joan's not too worried about giving him ideas. Still, it doesn't exactly fit and she carries on "Of course then the question would have been 'Who am I?' rather than what"
A small sigh and she moves on "I suppose you haven't attempted any progress towards ridding yourself of your other obsessions either? You're never going to be able to judge the entire world Edward" she was sure there were doctors at Arkham who would have tried to stop that quirk for riddles with rather questionable methods, specially after listening to the ego for a while and maybe it would have been more successful but Dr Leland was flawed by not being a horrible person.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2011 17:16:07 GMT -5
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a lollipop. It was something Arkham prevented him from doing on many occasions, but now that he had his freedom he could have one anytime he pleased. "I would apologize for the interruption, but you tend to interrupt my life for months, this could almost be considered retribution," he stated to her innocent remark as he unwrapped the lollipop.
The frown and frustration at the mention of Tetch didn't go unnoticed. He had to smirk as he put the lollipop into his mouth. Her assumption was completely wrong, but he couldn't say he was surprised. When was someone of her limited mental capability ever right? "We had a nice chat over tea, but I as far as I know he has yet to do anything magnificent then put on a hat," he responded. He still found it quite strange that Tetch believed he was 'cured.' Edward knew how the small man surrounded himself with his Lewis Carol and tea that he wasn't. It was only a matter of time until something made him snap again: a thin beautiful blond in a blue dress, probably. Until then though Tetch was clean of any questionable activities....not sane, but clean.
He couldn't say he enjoyed her body language that seemed to dismiss his riddle. She was acting like he was a fish who told her his discovery of breathing in water. He frowned around the stick of the lollipop. He should not be dismiss or causally discarded in such a way. He couldn't even enjoy her logical thought process of his riddle because she was treating it like an errand: something she had to do with little interest.
"You're wrong of your interpretation of 'who' and 'what.' Let us say a brother rips and destroys his sister's doll. The little girl responds through tears 'you killed him.' The girl is to young to understand that the doll is not alive and therefore cannot die. We, however, do not burst this ignorance and continue to comfort her which only strengthens this false idea in her mind. People have convinced themselves that having the ability to walk gives you worth beyond an inanimate object," he said causally as the waitress came back with his coffee. He reached into the center of the table and pulled out some sugar packets and started pouring it in. "'Who' can only be given to someone with a brain and the ability to think, so to answer the riddle," he continued not looking at her but at the sugar going into his coffee, "I am 12,922 people on the earth. Now the better riddle is will you be one of those people." He finally looked away from his coffee and up at her with a smile.
"And Doctor, it's not an obsession merely a hobby," he stated, "I just enjoy the crossword puzzles in the Gotham Times. You can't consider that a crime."
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Post by Joan Leland on Jun 6, 2011 18:31:44 GMT -5
Ah lovely, the lollipops have come out. Joan couldn't even look at the things in a shop anymore without feeling somewhat inadequate. She forced her focus back to his words, trying to ignore the candy insult on a stick. Tetch with tea and headgear certainly didn't sound cured but it wasn't criminal. She'd like to believe in the best in people but she's just not naive enough to believe it blindly anymore, she made a mental note to add to Tetch's file but it wouldn't help with anything.
As his coffee arrived her eyes turned back to her own, tempting still but she just didn't trust Nigma not to have planned things somehow. She does treat his riddles like a bit of a chore though, she'd heard too many and perhaps doesn't consider him as dangerous as she should do "Ah, the amount of people to die within two hours, not a number I generally have close to hand" the question of whether she'll be one earns him another glance but she doesn't comment. She certainly has no plans to die any time soon and moves back to the point about the doll to distract "Not the most accurate of comparisons. It's not the ability to walk that places people above objects but the fact that we are alive. Inanimate objects don't have the ability to do anything, good or bad, certainly not without programming. The potential gives us more worth than a doll" she smiles a little uncomfortably once more "and if you believe logical arguments are possible with the average crying child I think there is a general lack of experience there...considering your patience with the uneducated I would suggest though that it's a gap in your knowledge you don't try to fill"
Not wishing to dwell on the thought of the Riddler trying and probably failing to look after children with disastrous consequences Joan moves straight on "The riddles are far more than that and we both know it. When you can't help but leave them wherever you go that's not just a hobby...Though we did all enjoy the crossword puzzle" with faint amusement in her eyes her mind goes back to the one he placed in the paper. Some of the Doctors had quite the unproductive day staring at it "We've still got a copy on the notice board, we're considering testing the interns out with it. Apparently your riddles are the most accurate of tests for intelligence after all" there's no sarcasm in her voice but her views in the past suggest it should be there, he does lack of scientific methods for testing people.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 28, 2011 0:13:30 GMT -5
He frowned at her insult. She had the galls to say he lacked knowledge. The only amount of success this pathetic woman in front of her had manage to accomplish was a larger office. She would die and would leave no mark on this world. She would be categorized with the masses of sheep that obeyed and followed. "Doctor, the fact of being alive does not garner any higher position then a mere cat lazing in the sun or a cow being headed off to slaughter or a horse about to be processed into glue. While inanimate object might not be alive as you so bluntly put it, inanimate objects can hold far more value then a pathetic human merely following the line of society without a second thought. Take a country flag. At least the creation of the flag not only shows signs of creativity, it holds an idea. The most valuable thing in this world. Thought, knowledge, ideas, are the only values in this world, and if a human can not produce one they are merely wasted space," he stated coldly. He never understood why he felt the need to explain things to this woman. He assumed after the many years of being forced in front of her had started the habit.
When he heard the underline comment to his sanity he frowned before forcing a smirk. "If my riddles are considered an obsession then I must conclude that your need to constantly attempt to 'fix' men is a sign of mental instability.Did Daddy not love you enough as a child, or was it an older brother who replaced you with a wife? Quite a riddle indeed. It's okay, dear. I'm certain you can find a man who can put up with those haggard looks and depressing attitude. I heard the hospital has a few coma patients."
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Post by Joan Leland on Jun 30, 2011 20:24:47 GMT -5
Joan's face remains straight as she noted the frown and secretly felt a little happy to see it. She doesn't purposely push his buttons without reason to but she wouldn't enjoy accidentally doing so if he weren't such egoistical git all the time. Yes he's smart but this doesn't mean she thinks highly of him much of the time. She was right about the gap in his knowledge though, or she assumed she was right. She doubted he'd have even had the interest to read up on the subject let alone have experience in it. She certainly couldn't picture Nigma spending five minutes with a child without wanting to kill something anyway.
She shakes her head as he carries on "The importance was placed in a doll, being alive and with potential seems sufficient to be placed above a doll. If we are now going to move onto animals and symbols then that's a whole other argument. Again I would encourage the importance of potential, there are many things a person can do that a cow can't, even the simplest person is capable of coming up with a revolutionary idea from the most mundane of situations. Unless they've been killed because they didn't know what could be heard but never seen of course"
She picked up her paper again, unfolding it until she could see the front page. Truthfully she was just used to having something to hold and it was a good excuse not to look at that smirk, besides she was trying to remember which book she'd got the poor attempt at a riddle from. She had several books, one of her attempts to better prepare herself for her conversations with him in Arkham, it hadn't really helped though occasionally she had used them to attempt to derail his thoughts and test his reactions. Today it was just used as an example though. "Education naturally helps in understanding though people aren't incapable of thought without it. It's rather sad that you give in so easily really. As for flags, they're a symbol of an idea certainly but I wouldn't say the idea is the same as what was originally intended upon the creation of the flag and the idea tends to be interpreted differently from person to person anyway. The flag isn't exactly capable of correcting people who choose to think of it differently"
Joan glances up at his attempt to push her buttons and genuinely laughs for a second "I'm perfectly capable of fixing women too and it is my job" now had he mentioned issues with her mother at least he might have got something right but she doesn't discuss her personal life with patients because of situations just like this, besides it's not supposed to be about her so she's a great dull mystery.
She looks back to the paper again "So I haven't noticed mention of you in the news of late, it always seems to be the Joker" she hated the Joker but she wasn't below using him to turn the tables back again "Getting distracted?" she gives him a look, eyebrows raising "Or just busy trawling around hospitals for coma patients?" she expected him to have something in the works and had started to forget she had to be wary of him as she purposely tries to bother him just to see what he'll come back with.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2011 19:41:00 GMT -5
His dislike for women was only increasing. He wondered how it might have been to leave in the forties where they were polite and lacked the need to snip like a yappy poodle. Was that the reason women dragged those annoying dogs around these days? They want to carry around a miniature them. With how self centered women are these days it would not surprise him in the least.
"Revolutionary thoughts? I beg your pardon, but I do not believe every person is capable of such a thing. I believe you're the perfect example," he smirked, leaning back in his chair. While Joan could provide an conversation during his long boring hauls at Arkham he had yet to be impressed by any nuance idea that popped from her mouth. The fact that she had even decided to take a position in Arkham was proof enough that she was merely going through the motions of the days. "And I do agree education can help many people, even though some our lost no matter how simple the lesson is. Don't you see, I am but trying to teach people, so you should not be so quick to openly judge my method."
He always gave people a chance after all. He always offered a warning. He gave clues for the people to learn. How could he be blamed for their complete incompetence. He couldn't. "And the flag dear, is always created on an idea, the idea of the country it represents. While I agree everyone has their own idea on what the flag represent and, as you bluntly put it, the flag cannot correct them, it does not mean that each person created that idea. People are mere puppets of what the intellectuals have fed to them. Look at the tea partyist. They are fed their ideas through the political elite that use their animalistic anger against them. The idea, therefore, is not original. You should read Plato, dear. His idea of the perfect society is one I relate to greatly. Did you know that democracy is only one step away from tyranny? No, I doubt you do. The reason, though, is because democracy can be manipulated by one intelligent man into giving him power. The Nazi's in Germany being a prime example. I'm rambling though, aren't I? People who have minds that can be molded by another really don't have minds to begin with."
Why was he gracing her with his opinion? She didn't deserve to see the truth, but part of him couldn't bare for her to feel right when she was so evidently wrong. He was reminded why he came over here in the first place. He wanted her to feel the same way he felt during their many tortuous conversation....but somehow he had been dragged into another therapy session. God, he hated them.
He frowned at her final comment. His hand tightened around his coffee cup. The Joker was garnering more news then him lately, but what the Joker did was nothing more then entertainment. The Riddler had to implement a perfect plan that required skill. The Joker could barely get through a sentence without laughing, but she was right. He hadn't been in the news lately, and it bothered him. It felt like an inch around his skin. He couldn't be forgotten. Everyone had to respect him. He should have plotted something big by this time...but...
Nina
She had put a halt on his life. It was almost disgusting. He forced a smirk, but his eyes didn't meet hers. He only kept looking at his cup. "Distractions? Dear, being as intelligent as I am, I have no problem multi tasking. But if you're so interested in collecting pictures of me from the newspaper for your personal shrine of me, I feel handing you an autograph now should subdue until my next appearance. I only ask you don't kiss it too often. Ink is poisonous if ingested," he said finally looking up at her with a real arrogant smirk. She had no business getting into his personal life.
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Post by Joan Leland on Jul 11, 2011 13:43:36 GMT -5
"You may choose to believe otherwise but the potential is still there. Unlikely though it might be there is always the chance that the inspiration for a great work of art could be held in someone's cereal" Joan passed over him using her as an example entirely, as ever his insults bounce off of her harmlessly as she continues "Killing people isn't teaching Edward, it's ending the lesson. A person can't learn from their mistakes when you've killed them for making one, unless you have developed a way to teach a corpse your method has gaping flaws in it that anyone should see" anyone who's of sound mind anyway.
She settles back in her chair to let him talk as the flag debate continues but she doesn't want to get too far into the fine details "Flags change, countries change. Rarely do the two change at once and given the creation of many flags is down to committees and inspiration ranges from history to other even flags I wouldn't even call it a representation at all until the country adopts it and decides to use the symbol for themselves. The country is the idea and it changes depending on the population. Yes people can be manipulated by others, it's impossible to know everything and if someone is supposedly an expert people will expect them to know things, that some intellectuals will use their knowledge to steer things away from what is right" she pauses to raise her eyebrows at Edward "Is despicable. There will always be other experts however who see their words for what they are and attempt to correct them. The public though is often presented with a slanted view one way or the other. Panic sells newspapers and so on" she sighs faintly "If you're rambling so am I" she encouraged debate with him certainly, it was just easy to get caught up in it. With all that time at Arkham perhaps they'd both become conditioned towards it.
This was interesting though. She was good at spotting the little details and she expected irritation, an insult for the Joker, perhaps a little gloating or at the very best maybe Edward failing to resist providing a riddle for whatever he was planning. This wasn't that. The grip on the cup, the quiet and avoiding of her eyes before he verbally lashed out at her again with another insult that she mentally brushed aside without acknowledging "...It really bothers you doesn't it?"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 7, 2011 1:23:11 GMT -5
He listened to her rants with minimum interest. He was getting bored by her lecturing. It was too similar to Arkham, and as always she provided little to no correct answers. The intelligent taking control was not despicable. What is despicable was the very fact that people were too stupid not to realize what was occurring. Edward would take the intelligence over imbeciles any day. The very fact that the United States credit score had fallen was based primarily on stupid politicians making stupid policy choices, and who brought those people to power? The idiotic masses. Edward would take an aristocracy over a democracy...if he was in charge of course.
He also could have argued the point that he does not kill, but knew such a concept would go over her head. He was above such barbaric acts like murder. He also could have reminded her that when countries evolve into different ideas so do the flag. Russia to the USSR to Russia was a perfect example. He could have also stressed that the idea that changes does not change based on the population, but rather the main intellectual behind the thought, Hitler, Lenin, and Jefferson, to name a few off hand. The revolutions are created by the intelligent and they then use their idea to effects others. Thoughts and idea will forever be the most powerful tools in the universe. Religion being a perfect example.
Now he could have said all of these things, but he had become bored of her and her degrading comments. The way she acted towards him was as an equal. She was not an equal. Her last comment caused a calculating smirk on his face. As soon as he had entered the outdoor cafe area, he had been observing the small details around him. It was a habit that probably had grown from paranoia. He had noticed the exact placement of the waiters and busboys paths. He had noticed what the other few people outside were consuming. He heard the steps behind him. He kept note of the tone of conversation. He saw how high the busboys would stack their trays.
He shifted his chair causally as he reached for his cup of coffee. He wasn't here for a friendly chat. He also wasn't here for a free therapy session. He crossed his leg similarly to how a woman would. He either looked gay or european at this point, but when did Edward not have a little flare? After a sip of his drink he put the coffee back down. "I'm not bothered at all by the Joker's tedious antics," he said with the smirk on his face, "Unlike him I have the talent of balancing my sanity with my genius, he fell off that line long ago."
As the last word left his mouth the busboy with the tray held at his face, balancing many half full cups and dishes, caught his leg against Edward's. The busboy couldn't save himself from gravity and the particular angle Edward had put his leg. The busboy fell with the cups and dishes landing right on top of Joan, spilling different types of coffee and food all over.
The busboy immediately started to apologize and get on his knees to pick up all the shards, food, and tray off of her and the ground. During this Edward reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone and something else, but kept his hand hidden by the table. He checked the time on the phone and to see if any messages were left. When the boy started to apologize, Edward looked back up with a smirk across his face. He placed his phone back into his pocket. What made it all more humorous to him was the very fact that he had warned her. Silly therapist. You really should not insult a king when you are a mere peasant.
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Post by Joan Leland on Aug 15, 2011 16:49:34 GMT -5
Joan was rather glad the very old endless argument of the importance of people and life was brought to an end again. Too bad it was with another dismal from Edward but he was stubborn to get through to and she already knew it wasn't that easy to change his mind.
She saw nothing coming, well, not entirely true, she'd been expecting him to do something the entire time he'd been there, she just didn't know what. She was about to run with the Joker topic though when she was assaulted by dirty dishes. The surprise caused a sound of disgust as she quickly stood to allow the few things caught in her lap to continue on their fall to the ground.
There was a small frown but it wasn't for the busboy, shot at Edward instead before it changed to a sigh and she reassured the busboy it was alright, accepted napkins and stood there trying to get some leftover cake off of her jacket while the busboy cleaned up around the table. There were a few sore spots from colliding plates and a small cut from some knife on her finger that she hid with the napkin, unkeen to draw attention or give him the satisfaction. She shot another look at Edward, this time looking unimpressed "That was just childish" she believed very few coincidences and accidents happened around Nigma and that certainly hadn't been one of them.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 16, 2011 23:05:05 GMT -5
He couldn't contain the smirk and pleased look on his face as he watched the actions unfold. It always gave him great joy to see a plan unfold so flawlessly. The frustration she attempted to cover only made him feel more successful. He almost felt like it was only equal payment for all the times she had tortured him to boredom in her office. Her insult even ran off of him like water on a rock. The busboy's panic and self guilt only pushed him further. The stupid boy had no idea that Edward was behind the whole incident. In some ways, Edward had to respect Joan for knowing it was him. It proved she had some reasonable intelligence.
Then again, she had been his doctor for the past four years, she should know his actions like the back of her hand. Nothing impressive there. "Hm?" he asked innocently, "Do you not like cake, Doctor?" He watched as icing dripped off her outfit. "I have always enjoyed my sweets." He smirked as he gave her a once over. The outfit was probably ruined, and if she had plans later for the day she would definitely have to waste a trip home. But Edward highly doubted she would be going home at all today. The incident was merely a distraction after all.
He looked down at his phone for the time. "Unfortunately, I must be on my way," he stated as he stood up, cane in hand. "I'll leave you with two riddles though. I have a face, but no mouth, I have arms, but no body. What am I?" he paused, "The second, I have legs, but can't run. I have a top, but no bottom. What am I? I will give you a hint for the first one. It relates to the number two." He then tipped his hat (if he had actually been wearing a hat) in farewell, and then started to walk out of the cafe. Allen behind him. As he walked down the block, he couldn't help feeling confident. He doubted the Doctor would be able to figure out such a simple riddle and for that reason she would be dead very soon.
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Joan Leland
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Post by Joan Leland on Aug 19, 2011 7:56:06 GMT -5
The unimpressed expression remained though it turned to the stains on her clothing as futile though it might be Joan at least hoped to get the worst of it off and stop dripping before she left "I'm certain you would also prefer your cake on a plate" she commented dryly.
The news that he was leaving caused her to look up again. She wasn't entirely displeased, he was starting to physically rather than verbally lash out if the plate attack was anything to go by. He'd only become more dangerous if pushed but she hadn't been keen to be the one to turn her back on him. The riddles caused a pause though. Though for their possible second meaning rather than their complexity. He was leaving behind riddles, those were the ones that usually meant the most and the ones to pay serious attention to.
She recognised the first one instantly as a clock, she'd heard that sort of riddle before and as she thought on the second one she nodded back to him "Until next time, Mr Nigma" Top, no bottom, can't run, legs. Legs, people legs, run, chair legs...Table top...In all it gave him less than twenty seconds to walk away before Joan's face blanked and the thought 'Oh hell, please tell me he didn't' came to mind. She ignored the busboy's odd look as she quickly ducked under the table to check.
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