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Post by anna on Sept 20, 2011 1:29:51 GMT -5
Anna turned into the driveway, and using her feet and allowing her bike to cruise, she slowed her bike down and reached into her police belt, pulling out the garage door opener and then slowly guided her motorcycle in as the door rose up. The light of sunset lit the inside of the carport so Anna had only to dismount, put up her kickstand and flick on the overheard, fluorescents before the door began to descend.
She unhooked her helmet, setting it on one of the shelves that were installed by the door that adjoined the garage to the main house through the kitchen. Next came her gloves which were left beside her helmet. She opened the door and stepped into the kitchen, unsurprised when a black, orange, and white fur ball greeted her and began to rub against her legs as she stepped inside, the light in the garage, being flipped off beforehand. This was the routine. She usually got home before Jonathan, if Jonathan came home and she would be greeted by Irving, the cat Jonathan had allowed her handpick for her Christmas Present, their first year together.
She smiled and cooed down at Irving as she worked to loosen her belt. She made her way across the kitchen which was unsurprisingly empty, and of course the feline followed as she crossed the living room, ears pricked for any sign that would tell her exactly where in the house, if not in the basement, Jonathan was. For tonight was one of those unusual night, in which not only was Jonathan home, but he had gotten home before her.
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Post by jonathancrane on Sept 20, 2011 1:52:59 GMT -5
Crane had indeed been home before her. An in the foulest of moods he had been in a long time. He didn't even want to look at his toxin stores in the basement, In fact he had locked the damned room since the FBI decided to rear their head in the city. Crane was in on of the other rooms for once that he had claimed for a study, filled with nothing but books of the macabre of course. There were two stacks of papers on the floor besides him. Doomed and to be doomed. And the damned in his hand. The foul mood was only further aggravated by the lameness of the papers' content. This foulness all started earlier today when Scarecrow realized it was the time he would normally prepare for some hostile Halloween fright upon the citizens of Gotham.
In short story form, that was not happening this year.
In fact he had told himself months earlier that he was not going to do anything right now to jeopardize his toxin store or his freedom. At least until it was just the bats and the birds to get away from. Who were easily dispatched by the toxin. However with the Embargo on the city, chemical supplies were hard to come by both legally and illegally. Half of his mind wanted to just say to hell with it and do it anyways, While the other said then nothing will be left to do anything else with. No, It was much smarter to wait until the embargo was lifted and the city slowly recovering with not enough supplies to go around. Then, THEN Scarecrow would make a move more devastating than Joker could ever wish to even fathom in that loosely screwed on skull of his.
He scratched a line under a sentence that had no business being in the theory of the minds will an jotted down his displeasure in the margin. There was no such thing to him as a favorite student. Now some were more intelligent than the others but he held no one in higher light then another. This was all grating on his nerves till no end when he heard the garage door open. Crane flipped his wrist over to see the watch face on the inside of it. Anna had gotten off about twenty minutes ago. Where had time gone. Brooding and taking the revenge on students papers' well would do that to a person. He cared not to greet her, knowing the cat would do it before he could. Damned creature was an annoyance more than anything. At least they (Jonathan and the cat) could tolerate one another's presence now.
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Post by anna on Sept 20, 2011 2:31:52 GMT -5
It took Anna a few minutes, during which she entered her and Jon's bedroom, placing the belt on the vanity and removing her shoes. Those went beside the varnished wood of the chest of drawers. She decided to forgo changing out of the rest of her clothes until she'd at least found Jonathan. She entered the hall, noticing a light hitting the hallway from Crane's study. She casually made her way towards the ajar door, Irving in tow. She opened gently opened the door, and for a moment reclined against the frame looking from Jonathan's sour expression to the stack of papers at his feet, most of which were stained in vibrant, horrid red ink.
She knew that Jonathan had been less than pleased at being unable to act as freely as he could as Scarecrow, and she also knew the date. The air was beginning to cool and that meant Autumn, and to Jonathan that signified the coming of Halloween. She said nothing as she entered the room, her face speaking her feelings of remorse and agreement. He had a right to be irritated, hell she was irritated at the FBI who had as well, forced her into in-action, but she knew it was harder on Jon. She walked behind him and got to her knees, placing her hands on his shoulders. She kneaded them gently.
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Post by jonathancrane on Sept 20, 2011 18:11:21 GMT -5
Crane gave no inclination that had indeed heard Anna come into the room. There really wasn't a point, he was pissed at everyone and everything. He hadn't missed a halloween yet but it was looking like this would be the first. If right now it was one of the parts during the day that told him to say the hell with it and the plans to attack after the FBI left the city. Maybe, just maybe an attack would drive them away faster or make them move harder to find rouges. Batman had yet to catch him, why would he openly give the Government the chance other than to give Batman an additional kick in the teeth. He instinctively went tense when she placed hands on his shoulders. Call it a reflex or habit.
"Okay, What is it you want?"
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Post by anna on Sept 20, 2011 21:54:07 GMT -5
“I don't want anything, at least right now,” she told him with a slight smile, though then her expression became more serious again. “But I know what you want.” She moved her head slightly to rest against his a moment. “Sorry.” She continued to knead his shoulders. The FBI's invasion and their shut down of the city had disrupted everything. Almost every Rogue was affected in some way. Those guys really knew how to mess things up, but then again...that irritation they caused, it could also be used against them.
“They're digging their own graves, though, you know. You remember what happened the last time someone tried something like this. You know they're trying to arrest the Vigilantes too? Heard they got the Question, but,” she pressed her palms a little more into Jonathan's shoulders, “he broke out. And you know they weren't happy with that at all.”
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Post by jonathancrane on Sept 20, 2011 23:08:59 GMT -5
"thats a shocker." He said sarcastically, about her comment of not wanting anything. "I wish them the best of luck, If they can get them off the streets then who is going to stop us from taking them all down. " Crane continued to go through the papers marking and delivering grades. As for the vigilante that was caught. Well Crane knew villains that had more sanity then that man, He probably got caught on purpose if the rumors were true.
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Post by anna on Sept 20, 2011 23:32:07 GMT -5
Anna rolled her eyes at his snark, but honestly was unaffected by it. Instead she simply listened to him and watched as he continued grading papers, smirking at his words about the benefits of the vigilantes being caught. Exactly as she had been thinking, and besides that would bring those guys down a peg. They'd get a taste of their own medicine big time. It was one thing when they were defeated by those who they thought lived outside the law, another when the law turned on them.
She stopped rubbing his shoulders, though one hand remained as she leaned to grab one of his graded papers from the ground. She moved to his side and began idly flipping through it. "That would be quite interesting, if they imprisoned them. Not only would be a kick in their faces, but it would show those suited, arrogant bureaucrats just how much they were in over their heads." She smirked, eyes scanning the paper, but mind not even really taking in the words written. "Gotham without it's self-righteous protectors..." She chuckled.
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Post by jonathancrane on Sept 23, 2011 21:20:36 GMT -5
"according to you they already have started to. Let's see who else they can snatch before I make my move. " he said continuing his work.
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Post by anna on Sept 23, 2011 22:08:00 GMT -5
“That would be a smart move,” Anna nodded, glancing up from the paper she had been reading. “They've been nosing around the police office too. Trying to draw the skeletons out of everyone's closet. You have no idea...they've got Gordon and my supervisors' eyes on me. Very irritating, but you know I'm very careful about that. I think Gordon is more capable, so if he couldn’t find anything to support suspicion, I doubt the Federal Agents will, but I'm always ready in the case that anything is found.”
She knew that her luck had lasted years upon years, a shorter time than Jonathan's, yet still their real identities behind Scarecrow and Rook were unknown. She was very glad that Rook had very little business with Scarecrow, it would keep him safe and that meant keep him unknown even if she was found out. She, however, took great care to keep her job as Officer and Crime Boss separate. She wasn't a rash young criminal, after all. And until this was over, she too would have to take more care and as of yet, Rook had gone quiet as well just like many of the Rogues.
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Post by jonathancrane on Oct 10, 2011 20:32:40 GMT -5
"It makes one wonder if they will start going after educators next. My track record would ony encourage them to inquire further..."
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Last Edit: Oct 13, 2011 23:55:31 GMT -5 by anna
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Post by anna on Oct 11, 2011 0:35:30 GMT -5
Anna nodded, her lips firming. "I wouldn't put it past them, but you've dealt with the suspicion before and you're even better than me at covering your tracks." She touched his shoulder in reassurance before she stood up. She knew Jonathan could handle himself, he knew that she would help if she could and if she was asked, but she also knew the slim chance she had of that happening.
"Well, I'll leave you to your work. I'm going to take a shower." She told him, looking down at her clothing. She smelled like work, which well, wasn't that great. She turned and began to leave, betting herself that he'd still be in this room when she was done. Of course, Irving plodded after her as soon as she started returning to the bedroom to get her fresh clothes.
For about the first five minutes after Anna had gone into the bathroom, Irving had sat there staring at the door. Usually he would have gone and lounged on the bed in the bedroom until Anna got out, but this night he had other entertainment tonight. He tilted his head and looked down the hall at the still open study door. He carelessly went to the door and then peered inside. There was his prey still engrossed with his work.
The calico bolted into the room and leaped at Jonathan face. He may have had no claws on his forepaws, but his hindfeet had theirs perfectly intact and he landed, back paws digging into Jonathan's collarbone.
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Post by jonathancrane on Oct 14, 2011 0:48:33 GMT -5
Crane Didn't respond to her statements when she left. It was the moments of silence that he enjoyed, until he heard the quick pace beat of paws...
Demon cat...
From his place on the floor there was little Crane could do to escape the sneak attack by the thing. In fact all he could do was pry the little bastard from him and fling him into a sofa across the room. The cat only huffed at Crane as they glared each other down.
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Post by anna on Oct 14, 2011 1:03:13 GMT -5
Irving's eyes didn't flinch at the human male. He continued for a long period at least to a cat to glower at him before he snorted again and flopped down on the couch, turning his back to Jonathan. He wasn't worth the wasted scowls, he was just a human, a nasty strange smelling, dangerous one. He was also annoying, stealing his owner's attention.
He was not jealous of that. No, he was too noble a cat to be so vain. Jonathan was merely a quick amusement for him, that's all the human was good for, was his own entertainment. And now he'd tired of it. The guy could choke on his pen now for all he cared.
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Post by jonathancrane on Oct 14, 2011 1:24:18 GMT -5
Jonathan Arched a brow at the cat before deciding revenge was in order. It would not come immediately, though it would be cold.. like.... Ice water. Crane just happened to have a glass sitting on the desk near him, but he made no move for it. He waited, patiently till the cat had lulled into a sleep. Then silent as death, He stood and picked up the cold glass, walking over slowly to cat before he poured part of it on the sleeping creature.
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Post by anna on Oct 14, 2011 1:39:24 GMT -5
No longer concerned with the man on the floor, he had fallen into a calm sleep, feeling confident and safe. He felt in charge and better, at least until something hit him. It was wet and it was cold. He jumped up, yowling in surprise. He found himself at the top of the sofa, clinging to the upholstery. He whipped his head around and then he saw his attacker. He hissed, hairs on his back rising in threat before he launched himself at Jonathan again.
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