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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on Apr 13, 2012 13:28:52 GMT -5
At his comment, Heather glances in the direction of the room that the machine is in, but then frowns as she says, "I don't know what I want to say." And she really hasn't had much time to think about it either - it may have been a day since he gave it to her, but she spent the vast majority of that time asleep. And the rest of the time she's had more important things to think about.
She watches him as he puts whatever it was he was working on into a vial, and her eyes grow curious when he offers it to her. She takes it and holds it in front of her eyes, frowning a little as she examines the fluid. It strikes her as something that she should be able to recognize instantly, but her memory seems to be refusing to cooperate. It's giving her a weird feeling in the pit of her stomach, but not what to call it. "What's this?" she asks curiously once she gives up.
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
Player: Jon ~
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Apr 13, 2012 16:50:35 GMT -5
“You just need to find your muse.” He commented to her about the station. She had a lot to talk about, under the effects of the toxin it may come out a bit different than normal. She certainly could start a panic if she wanted to. The thought of VerMillion starting a panic brought the serum that he held in his hand back into mind.
He watched her carefully as she took the vial from his hand, studying every feature. Something in her surely remembered the color but was unable to connect it to her fears. He turned his palm back and placed it on his knee as she inspected it. And then she asked…
His eyes turned dark, that cold blue stare seeming to become deeper than before. It was one of the few subjects that could bring an immense amount of emotion out of him, for Dr. Crane at least. He leaned back in his chair and rolled one of his shoulders back as if a feeling was embracing him. How could he explain this to her? Was there any words for it? None that she would understand, with or without the brave toxin. “That..” He paused and soaked up the moment. “That is the truth..” He stated as he always would about his serum. It was the simplest way to explain it without going into detail.
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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on Apr 13, 2012 17:22:41 GMT -5
Heather shrugs on the subject of her muse. Perhaps that is the problem - she just has no ideas whatsoever. She knows that there has to be something she wants to do the machine, but she hasn't a clue what. Which strikes her as a bit weird since she never had much trouble coming up with something to say for her show, an entire hour everyday. And if she knew about the brave toxin, she'd find that even weirder since you'd think that having no fear would loosen her tongue a bit.
But she doesn't dwell on that question for too long, her attention instead on yellow liquid in her hands. It has a certain sense of familiarity to it, like the faces of the family members of someone you know well, but it continues to elude her.
Her eyes shift up to meet his when he answers, but the answer prompts a frown. "Oh? Truth comes in liquid form now?" she asks, rolling her eyes before adding, "You don't like to give straight answers, do you?" He may feel like what he does is some ethereal, unknowable-but-to-him thing, but she just finds it extremely frustrating to talk to him. She shakes her head before sourly commenting, "I should just stop asking." But that's not satisfying either. At least not if he's going to insist that she stays here.
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
Player: Jon ~
Registered On: Feb 15, 2012 20:39:14 GMT -5 ~
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~ Partner: Fear
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Apr 15, 2012 22:41:14 GMT -5
Dr. Crane had his own ideas behind the machine of course. He didn’t just give it to her without purpose although outwardly that it what he implied. He wanted her to do what she wanted with the machine because no matter what she did with it, as long as she did something it would only benefit his plans. He knew that it was only a matter of time before she did something with it.
Her eyes meeting his caused him to work his mind back to his toxins and how beautifully they really worked. Normally her eyes would have been adverted, unable to stare into the eyes of fear. Right now though, her eyes stared boldly into his, no fear, nothing withdrawn, a completely controlled stare. It was beautiful…
Her answer caused him to shake his head lightly without averting his eyes. She simply couldn’t understand, not that he expected her to. The truth certainly did come in liquid form. The only creation that could rival his original serum was The Scarebeast. Yet all of his serums just lead back to one inevitable truth. She held so much in her hands…but couldn’t see it.
“Indeed..” He replied simply. The answers he gave were never straight forward to others, but to him they were crystal clear. In fact it was so clear that it did nothing but fill his mind with the constant reminder of it. It fueled his obsession and kept him constantly unable to become bored with the subject, it was everything. “It is the truth; you just refuse to see it. When you can see it for what it is things will become much clearer. “He turned his chin slightly and thought to himself for a moment playing over an idea. “You keep that…”
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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on Apr 16, 2012 0:47:49 GMT -5
The frown on Heather's face only gets deeper at his response. While it's not unexpected that he'd continue to be vague, that doesn't mean that she doesn't feel terribly irritated by it. It's like a mosquito bite that you can ignore at first, but over time it gets more and more irritating until you just can't help but scratch at it.
"How can I 'refuse to see' anything when you don't give me anything to refuse?" she asks irritably, "I don't think that I've argued with you about anything since you brought me here. Well, except for about me wanting to be here - and I'd think that if I did, I'd know." Her eyes don't leave his even once as she talks, as she feels no particular need to look away. Especially since she's getting angry.
"Why would I want to be here?" she asks now, her eyes narrowing and her hazel eyes seem to get darker, "It's confusing as hell! You're saying all these broad, vague things that don't make any sense, and then acting like you just expect me to go with it. And giving me things that I don't need and don't know what to do with. And you probably still don't want me to leave even though there doesn't seem to be any point to me being here."
She exhales sharply out of pure frustration. "You're being a dick," she finally informs him, her expression shifting now to be both demanding and angry. Now she's angry on top of being bored - both of which are still his fault and therefore she expects him to fix it. Okay, perhaps she's a bit less bored than she was... but not in a good way at all.
On the other hand, her grip on the vial shifts to more fully hold it in her hand - a silent indication that she intends to keep it as he said. Given that she doesn't know what it is, she can't know if she wants it or not. But seeing as she sees no reason not to accept it no matter what it happens to be and it's possible that she'll find out that she does want it later, logic dictates that she should hang onto it until such time that she's certain that she doesn't want it. Besides, a part of her does want it, if only so she'll have it to look at until she can jog her memory into telling her what it is - the fact that she knows that she should be able to but can't is another one of those confusing things that have happened during the past day or so.
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
Player: Jon ~
Registered On: Feb 15, 2012 20:39:14 GMT -5 ~
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~ Relationship Status: Won't Say I'm In Love
~ Partner: Fear
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Apr 17, 2012 2:32:33 GMT -5
He listened to her express her frustration with him and everything his shown her so far. He could understand that all of this might be a little overwhelming for her, not in the sense of that she was frightened of it, but in a sense that she was just unable to take it all in. The lifestyle change was certainly a big one, especially when you were literally drug out of your old life. Although he understood he had no sympathy for her on it, the world certainly showed none to him. She had called him a name, but honestly he had been called worse, besides he knew that's not how she really felt.
He sighed after she was finished talking and thought he would go over this one final time for her. “The reason that you are here is because you put yourself here. If you didn’t want to be here you wouldn’t be here, you would have resisted the entire way here, you wouldn’t have sat in the car without protest, and I say without protest because I have drug people in the back of cars before, kicking screaming biting scratching, some much smaller than you. You put up no fight at all. When you arrived here all be it- you were tired from the whole experience and a bit overwhelmed with your new object you made no protest to accepting it. Instead of leaving immediately you laid down in your bed and slept for almost an entire day and Only for myself to find that when you wake up…. Although you were quite disgruntled as you are now, you ate your breakfast and entered this room. You proceeded to disturb my work and instead of going for the door and simply walking out of it, instead of picking up one of these hundreds of beakers and throwing it at me or breaking everything around you…” he paused finally realizing exactly how much he had just said. “You grabbed a chair…turned it around…and stared at me..”
That was good enough for now, he would let her think over exactly how much she wanted to fight against him now, her tract record for it wasn’t spectacular as he had just explained. Dr. Crane lifted his hands to the rim of his glasses and took them off folding them and placed them on the table beside them. For a moment he just stared at her waiting to soak in her reactions. The toxin in her hand made more ideas spark in his mind about the possibilities that she was opening up each time she accepted something from him. All he offered her now was a satisfied smile.
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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on Apr 17, 2012 2:59:16 GMT -5
When Scarecrow starts to talk, Heather is actually patient for several moments, hoping that he'll actually come up with something new to say. But no, it's just more of what they argued about before. And the more he says, the more exasperated her expression becomes. When he finally finishes, she sighs heavily. "What's the point of fighting when it won't help anything? And why shouldn't I accept anything?" she asks, the questions so obvious as to be completely rhetorical. "None of that means I want to be here," she states, rolling her eyes and shaking her head.
Really, being unable to fear has simplified her thought processes considerably. And though in some part of her mind she's aware that her thoughts were altered in some way by whatever he shot her with she doesn't know how, she's not at all worried by that fact at all, and she doesn't recognize that other people might see it all differently. Which makes this line of thought he's trying to argue seem complete nonsense.
She suddenly gets off the chair, announcing, "I'm going to my room." Because, yes, being in that dark room with the red light now actually seems like it might be more pleasant than hanging out here. Partly because she's still tired enough to sleep for several more hours, especially now that she has some of her other accumulated needs met - her partly filled stomach will keep for awhile longer. But it's also and implied insult, given that she doesn't necessarily need to sleep now and she's indicating that's preferable to his presence, bored as she is.
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
Player: Jon ~
Registered On: Feb 15, 2012 20:39:14 GMT -5 ~
Posts: 941
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~ Partner: Fear
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Apr 17, 2012 3:34:59 GMT -5
What a spoiled child she acted like. She had been given so much, shown every reason for why she was here. Yet she still attempted to resist and fight him. His expression never changed just listened to her. It really was pulling quite a reaction out of her.
He watched her get up and lifted from his own chair grabbing her wrist and pulling her to him. His cold stare looked down at her. He attempted to hold her in place, in case she tried to squirm away from him for whatever reason she might imagine up. Dr. Crane was alright with the fact that she was so close simply because he had initiated the move, he didn’t have a problem with being close to others.
Socially awkward, no that was another story. He never found himself to be a charmer, or in any way socially acceptable. Society hadn’t shown him that kind of luxury until he was far too gone to accept it. Silence hung in the air around them as he obviously protested to her going back into the dark room. “There is no point in fighting…” He spoke gently “But just because you say that you don’t want something, or say that you want something else doesn't mean you’ll get it by acting the way that you are. “ He thought for a moment searching her eyes for something. “If you’re bored, all you had to do was ask for something to do…” He leaned downward closer to her “Or am I interrupting something fun in your room?”
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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on Apr 17, 2012 3:59:08 GMT -5
When she starts to turn away but instead feels a hand grab her wrist and pull her the other way, she looks up at him in moderate surprise as she figured that he had no reason to stop her. But she doesn't squirm - that would require physical discomfort. The only thing troublesome about having him grab her wrist is that it restricts her movement. And other than that there would be no reason for her to fight - she's still very aware that he's stronger than her, so what would be the point?
Then again, what he says hints that he may do something more interesting than argue with her, and that's why she was leaving to begin with. She doesn't respond to him at first, simply waiting for him to get to the point. And when he does, first she's a bit irritable says, "I thought that I pretty much did ask." Technically stating that she was bored and has nothing to do isn't asking, but given how heavily implied it was she can only be annoyed if it turns out nothing came of that because of that. But her voice grows more neutral as she adds, "But no, I'm sure anything would be more fun than my room."
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
Player: Jon ~
Registered On: Feb 15, 2012 20:39:14 GMT -5 ~
Posts: 941
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~ Partner: Fear
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Apr 17, 2012 19:12:33 GMT -5
As socially awkward as he was wooing a woman had never been one of his best strengths, or anything he was interested in for that matter. If it meant that he would reach his goals however it was worth it. In this case especially, he had big plans for Vermillion and she had a very specific part to play. Right now controlling VerMillion with fear wasn’t going to work, controlling her with demands would work but not to the extent that he wanted. Dr. Crane wanted her to do all that he wanted her to willingly, that was going to take a bit of charm. The word played in his head like he had almost never heard of it before. He had seen it plenty of course, but to actually use it was out of his element.
“You’re broadcasting station; you haven’t said a word into it yet. Don’t you want to try it out?” He paused and tilted his head some studying her face. His hand slipped from her hip upward to her neck and ran his thumb across her cheek. “I’m sure Gotham is just dying to hear your voice.” His tone changed a bit and became darker, more challenging.
He wanted her to at least think about the radio station and what she wanted to do with it. Dr. Crane had a few ideas but he wanted her to step into them slowly so she would be more opened to them.
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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on Apr 17, 2012 19:55:40 GMT -5
Heather's mouth starts to open to reply to his question, but her words are stalled by something that more easily grabs her attention than what he's saying: what he's doing. Which his hand shifts to her neck, her expression abruptly grows puzzled and her eyes become even more focused on him. But as with being given objects she's not sure whether or not she wants, her natural reaction to being touched in ways she's not sure that she wants - at least with the brave toxin altering her judgment - is to simply accept it until she knows that she doesn't want it.
Then again, why wouldn't she want it? That gentle touch feels good, after all. The confusion comes from that fact that she can't figure out why he'd so suddenly shift to doing that right after they were arguing. Then again, she's been confused by a lot of things lately. And in this case she's not about to question it out loud - maybe he'd stop and she doesn't want that. For similar reason she grows still and, remembering last time, she refrains from doing anything back. She's instead curious to see what happens if she simply allows it.
There's a pause as she mulls that all over before she remembers that he also asked her a question. "I do," she answers very sincerely. Her eyes even light up a little as she says that - like she said, that thing is so cool! A part of her can't wait to get her hands on it. "But like I said, I don't know what I'd say. Something... but... what?" she frowns slightly in frustration at that, but the expression leaves her face quickly, as she really doesn't want to focus on that right now. She has a man with amazing eyes touching her face, after all. Then again, even if he wasn't she wouldn't be too inclined to think about that problem for long - it's frustrating to think about and she doesn't like thinking about frustrating things.
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
Player: Jon ~
Registered On: Feb 15, 2012 20:39:14 GMT -5 ~
Posts: 941
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~ Partner: Fear
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Apr 17, 2012 22:41:02 GMT -5
Dr. Crane was very emotionally complicated. Doctor would say he was incapable of even expressing certain emotions let alone feeling them. To VerMillion it would be seen the same. The cold expression through his piercing blue eyes never changed even as she seemed to accept his touch. There was very few that could pull him out of that cold expressionless state that he so often portrayed. Even fewer were capable of keeping him out of it.
VerMillion was no exception to this. Aside from using her for what he needed Dr. Crane had no plans of developing any feelings for her, or acknowledging any that might be there. What he would do was play along with it, be the dashing Dr. Crane when he needed to be. He was the master of fear, and a master manipulator. She couldn’t hide anything from him he had already seen her in utter terror. She had given him everything he desired to pull from her in that one night, he reassured himself of his motives.
Slowly he moved his thumb in a circle on her cheek almost lost in thought, the life coming out of his eyes and sinking deeply into his subconscious. There was something else involved in all of this that was a constant reminder to him. The feeling was rather uncomfortable; his thumb traced her jawline and then halted towards the end of it as it came to the forefront of his mind.
The life shot back into his eyes now fully taking in her statement. It was a good distraction from his mind racing through recent events. He could tell that she really did want the machine, what good talk show host wouldn’t? That was the issue wasn’t it? She was a talk show host, now she would just talk into a microphone and people would listen but never speak to her. “You could introduce yourself..” He suggested to her, it was a good start, something to her known. “Then perhaps I can come up with an experiment or two..Produce some kind of willing guest for a new show...” He added thinking sinister.
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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on Apr 17, 2012 23:56:00 GMT -5
As Crane's thumb continues to move, Heather continues to be far more aware of it than their conversation. Trying to decide what she makes of that is far more interesting to her at the moment than trying to decide what to do with her new toy. And as she mulls that over, she's also watching his expressions very carefully, as if they might offer answers to questions she's not bothering to put into words since she already knows that they'll remain unasked. But the confusion on her face slowly eases into more of a passive waiting - she hasn't seen him act like this before, so she'll wait to see what comes of it before she'll decide what she makes of it.
Yet even though what they're talking about is secondary on her mind, what he says next does a very good job in fighting for more of her attention. Her expression twitches a little, uncertain for a moment how to feel about it. "A guest?" she asks, mulling that idea over, "A guest would help. I always hate it when I don't have anyone to talk to. Feels like I'm talking to myself even if I'm sure someone is listening." Come to think of it, that's probably precisely why she's so reluctant to do it. Any time she's had to do a show with no callers it was always such a pain.
And she doesn't miss that last bit about a new show. "Well, of course it wouldn't be my old show - it would be a waste doing something I could do with something... lesser..." she says, frowning for a moment in thought. But the thought trails off unfinished, just like her words, when her thoughts so easily drift from what she's saying to who she's saying it to. Hmm...
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
Player: Jon ~
Registered On: Feb 15, 2012 20:39:14 GMT -5 ~
Posts: 941
~ Relationship Status: Won't Say I'm In Love
~ Partner: Fear
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Apr 18, 2012 17:56:47 GMT -5
The static cold expression of Dr. Crane let nothing of his thoughts leak through rather than the sinking of his eyes. The stare that would pass right through her if allowed. He studied her as she spoke still listening to watch she was saying but not reacting immediately.
So much terror had been invoked in her. He remembered her face, every beautiful expression. She was always so frightened even from the first moment they met. That frightened fragile frame backing away from him in the small street they had turned down because of a collision. Everything at first without a drop of toxin, the only exception being when he had brought her to the Asylum, and even then it was just to prove a point..
None of that showed in her features now. The timid and fragile Miss Glass was gone, for now at least. All that was left was the remains of a mind without fear. Dr. Crane knew that she was much more likely to accept him and his methods this way, considering all that had happened. He pulled his thumb from her face and moved his hand away from her neck.
He couldn’t help but take in some small form of satisfaction as her barriers with him began to open up. She liked the idea, it was showing. She particularly seemed to react well when he touched her and he planned to use it as much as the thought of possible touch in return displeased him. The thought was pressed down for the moment as she trailed off.
Moving his free hand down now that did rest at her neck, he slipped his hand into hers and backed up a few steps pulling her along. He didn’t particularly enjoy the idea of holding hands but he assured himself it was an effort to move forward in his plans. He walked her back to the room with the machine in silence. Maybe seeing it might spark some inspiration in her to say something. “Just start with who you are…and what you want..” He suggested having a darker tone behind his voice, obviously leaning it in a certain direction.
With that thought he lifted his hand gesturing her that he wanted her to wait and let go of her hand turning to leave the room for a few moments. When he came back he had a small black electronic box in his hand. He clicked it on, making sure the green light popped on before he checked if it was working. Through the distorter he said the word "here" once and handed it to her after he was sure it worked. She didn't have to use it, but it certainly would make things more interesting wouldn't it?
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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on Apr 18, 2012 19:39:21 GMT -5
When Crane's hand moves away, Heather is almost disappointed. Then again, she quickly reflects that as there's still no sign that he's about to let her leave she'll probably have more opportunity to figure out what that is about later. And he's certainly doing a good job of curing her boredom now. So much so that when he takes her hand and pulls her along again without another word, not even in the very back of her mind is she even slightly bothered by that. In fact, the only thing in her mind as he takes her back to the machine is curiosity about what he's up to now. And she can't help but give an amused smile about that.
However, what he says when they get there has her quickly frowning in thought again as she eyes the machine. There's actually still a part of her still coming to grips with the idea that it not only exists, it's hers and apparently Crane really wants her to use it. But before she can say any of the thoughts running around in her head she catches his gesture to wait. So she holds that thought, simply standing there and looking at the machine until he returns with the voice distorter.
Having not seen the device itself before since he'd always used it with his mask, her eyebrows are curious until his own test of it reveals what it is. An amused smile crosses her face when he hands it to her. "Like this?" she asks into it, but the sound of her distorted voice answers that question for her. And the sound of her own voice being distorted causes her to burst out laughing. When her laugh comes out distorted that only makes her crack up more. She ends up having to move it away from her face to get ahold of herself. "That's weeeird," she comments, shaking her head.
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