Post by harveydent on Jun 14, 2012 20:53:20 GMT -5
A hand pressed against the curve of his neck, stretching his head side to side Two-Face tried to ease the tension that pulled between his two shoulders. His muscles ached, it had been a rough few weeks. It was a regular occurrence for him to suddenly taken large leaves of absence. His mind, his life becoming an overwhelming mess of chaos. With half of his henchmen being captured by the recent FBI surge and the other half disbanding he had taken it upon himself to... disappear for a while. Not to hide as so many criminals had, but to attempt to gather his mind.. or all else failing.. attempting to hide the mess he became from prying eyes. It was a constant struggle to maintain the illusion of strength when you felt as stitched together as Dr. Frankenstein creation. He had no doubt in his mind that it was crucial he kept up the illusion, most crime rings were dog-eat-dog.. Gotham, oh Gotham.. it was a monster-destory-monster world.
His hand moved from his neck to his shoulder resting there upon the broad shoulder of the blazer that fell over his form, making his silhouette one of a broader more impacting stance. The fabric smooth to the touch, whispering of once having been of high quality. Now the black was faded, dirt stiffening the fabric, the hemmed ends beginning to unstitch, small frays wearing itself into the elbows. A worn version of its former self. His hand continued its movement into one of the inner pockets of his blazer, removing a small flat silver case, flicking it open he took out a cigarette using his free hand to cup out the flow of air created by his movements he flicked open his lighter lighting the end.
Taking in a long satisfyingly biting draw his eyes moved once more to the passing scenery around him. Blue and red eyes flicking about attentively. He was walking quietly within the streets of Gotham, night had fallen, and although the curfew had been lifted he met no pedestrians. Probably the fear of crime gripping the citizens once more. It was amazing how often one action can often have a very opposite effect. So the government cracked down on crime did they? His lips pulled back in amusement. What a pointless attempt. Crime creates itself.. crime is the vulture that will always circle under the rotting smell of opportunity. As long as society objectified good hard honest work by placing value in an object, there will always be those who will take a short cut. In many ways it was the intelligent thing to do. Why break your own back doing honest work, when you can easily take it from those who are foolish with their own reward for it? Aside from maintaining self-respect and integrity. Muscles along his jaw tightened as his grin turned into a stoney grimace.
Trying to stop crime was counterproductive. He refocused his thoughts as he rolled the cigarette between his teeth taking in smoke with each inhale, his fingers never touching the object again since being lit. To hold back the flow of something that cannot be stopped, just means that when the obstructing object is removed, there will be a greater flood to compensate. Now the criminals were twice as active, attempting to make up for lost time. Now the streets were twice as dangerous for having the absence of the FBI.
Most... were twice as active.
Two-face felt at odds with himself. A gnawing sensation gripped his chest. He knew the sensation. It was the sickening knowledge that there was a thought trying to force itself upon his mind, his mind trying to grapple with a truth he refused to face. It caused his headache to thicken, it caused anxiety and irritation, without ever allowing itself to formulate into a comprehensible form. A sense of urgency touched Harvey Dent, his hand brushing through his hair, pulling back the well neatly trimmed split white and black hair before allowing it to fall back into place. He needed some form of distraction.
His eyes focused, a grin pulled across his face once more as he read the familiar words illuminated neon blue through the iced clear plexiglass in front of it in a striking diffusing effect “Iceburg Lounge”
He was surprised to still see it in business after the mess Gotham had been through. He wondered what the old High-End Spot, for Low-End Scum had been up to.
