Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Aug 8, 2012 13:35:58 GMT -5
It had been a few weeks since Edward’s departure to wherever he needed to go. Dr. Crane had been using his apartment to his luxury as he was given it completely. He never got Edward to tell him where he was going, but whatever it was must have been important enough for him to leave as abruptly as he did. After all this time did he actually have concern for him?
Dr. Crane shook the thought as the towel ran over his chest. Carefully he took it up through his hair and shook it around. The thought was ridiculous of course. Nothing like that was actually capable of happening. Then again neither of them was ever capable of happening….and yet…Everything was so confusing. Why was he here in this apartment? His lab was destroyed by the Penguin but he had been doing fine on his own. The streets cradled him as much as they always have. When Edward offered his place to him how could he refuse with all the space it contained? It was perfect for his research.
The apartment had changed some since Edward left it. Most of the furniture had been either moved to the walls or disposed of in the front room. It was replaced by two plastic tables that he had found and drug up to the apartment himself. They weren’t stainless steel but he had worked with less before. Many vials and toxins littered the tables, followed by sheets of paper covered in several different formulas. Dr. Crane had been working on his newest strain of toxin, paired with a more permanent version of the Scarebeast. His goal was to make good on his word to the Penguin….to himself. The man had raided his home and taken nearly everything to his knowledge. He left him battered and bruised on the street. That was where and when Edward had text him.
Since it had been some time since then his wounds had for the most part healed. It still showed that someone had roughed him up by a slight bruise under his right eye and jaw. His rib cage had actually healed to the point to where he could move it better, and the bandage was removed. The rib that was broken now left a large red spot against his kin to show that there was previous damage. Dr. Crane ran the towel around his body until he was dry and wrapped it around himself. His skin felt cold as he walked back into the living room and observed his work laid out on the tables. He hadn’t been able to accomplish anything since he started his work. The chemicals were in short supply since he lost everything…something had to be done.
Just as his mind sank into thought on the subject a light knocking rang into his ears and pulled him out of it. It was probably no one important, at first he chose to ignore it thinking it was a drunk or someone at the wrong door. The knocking came again and he turned his head to look at the frame. There was a time where he lived on the side of town where that conclusion was appropriate, but here? It wouldn’t be as common. Casually he wrapped the towel more tightly around him and then walked toward the door to answer it. The expensive security system Edward had he didn’t bother to check before he opened the door.
It was just a crack at first, barely opening it enough to see who was on the other side. When the realization came to mind he opened the door fully. Placing his arms up and above the frame loosely he stared into the iris of Miss Kyle. No doubt she was here looking for Edward. Dr. Crane took a long pause for a moment as the awkward situation set in. It must have been interesting to see The Master of Fear and The Riddler’s apartment. “Miss Kyle..” He stated simply in greeting. They hadn’t talked very often in the past. Both of them had seen each other in passing, being in Gotham’s underworld. Dr. Crane had an indifferent opinion of the woman herself. She was just out at play, trying to fill her life with something that never could be. Chasing something that would never bring her satisfaction.
He could have compared her to the rest of the Professional Criminal’s in Gotham…but her case was slightly different. Of course it didn’t change that all things she did were done because of her fear. The thought ran across his mind as it always would when someone dared to face him, whether they meant to or not. He couldn’t stop himself from wondering, What does a Catwoman fear?
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Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2012 13:23:46 GMT -5
Considering she had checked in with one of the most vital people to her, she was now on her rounds. Edward hadn't answered her first phone call, so why not just stop by his place? The last time she'd been there, it was still furnished quite lavishly. As she knew he wasn't always an early riser, she had waited until mid-evening to drop by. Throwing on a pair of knee high boots over a pair of dark denim, a simple, yet classic top with a jacket belted over it, she looked...like Selina. Not that Edward would care. He would, but he...wouldn't. He'd eye her up and down like he always did, kiss her on the cheek, invite her in, or possibly out for a drink, maybe dinner.
She shook her head, finally exiting the elevator to Edward's. Why did he break it off with Nina? He was a moron. But, as much as she hated that fact, that he had hurt Nina, he was one of the best to glean information off. Even with all the strings attached. So as she shifted her bag over her shoulder (A nice hermes, she had picked up in Paris, natch!), she knocked, mentally preparing herself for dealing with Edward.
What cracked open the door was not Edward.
It wasn't even a half-naked Edward in a towel.
Or a fully clothed Edward.
It was Jonathan. Doctor Jonathan Crane, the Scarecrow, looking a bit worse for the wear, half naked, not fully clothed, in a towel, answering Edward's door.
Had Nina ruined him that much?
Not one to mince words, Selina peered at Jon, and said simply, "Ew." As she looked the doctor over. "Something tells me Edward isn't home, Jon?" She stated plainly, only her in on the joke, apparently. Maybe he was home, but that really wasn't her business, was it? Not that she didn't like Crane. It was just...he tended to go all out with his fear crap. Not that she didn't enjoy being hosed with his gas, and having fits, and crying for a week straight, but that just wasn't her cup of tea.
So she tended to steer clear of him, unless he had a job that entailed stealing things for him, and a hefty payment. As she waited for a response, her eyes ran along Jon's nearly bare, but bruised physique as she casually pulled out a tube of lip gloss and re-applied.
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
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~ Partner: Fear
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Aug 20, 2012 21:44:04 GMT -5
With his posture held just so, hanging in the doorframe loosely he took in her attire. A more casual look for her than he’s used to, but when they would see each other it was under more…professional circumstance. Dr. Crane was far from looking professional at the moment, this bruised and cut body showing that he had either lost, or been taught quite a lesson in his last fight. Miss Kyle in other words, looked in far better shape than he.
Of course not every bruise and scratch could be chalked up to the fight he had with The Penguin and his thugs. The thought of what Edward and he had done not too long ago still lingered in his mind. Several wounds from that night were still present, he was sure. That also wasn’t taking in account the several old scars that were littered across his chest. Most of the severe damage was laid across his upper back in the form of raised scars, as if he had been lashed or whipped many years ago. On the front of his chest mostly displayed small round scars that could be occasionally seen on his abs or upper chest. Only one distinct scar stood out among the others on his rib cage, where The Joker had stabbed him.
Miss Kyle didn’t seem anymore pleased to see him than he was to see her. It was a stale mated search into one another’s eyes at the door frame. Her comment didn’t seem to phase him at all, as he was use to that kind of reaction. As she mentioned Edward the doctor only turned his chin slightly, silently telling her to look for herself behind him. It was obvious that Edward wasn’t living there. When her eyes wavered down his frame he shifted slightly in the door. Unfortunate that she had momentarily lost eye contact with him. He didn’t expect her to be able to hold it for very long.
It wasn’t until she pulled out a type of lip applicant that his head turned with a slight curiosity. Finally he brought his hands down and stepped to the side. “Edward is not here…” He spoke dryly, letting his hands fall from the frame and to his sides. Nothing more needed to be said aside from that. One hand wrapped around the door knob while the other welcomed her inside. Edward would have let her in, and for that reason alone he was going to allow her the same courtesy he would have.
Or perhaps there was another reason…
Shaking the thought from his mind, he tried to push his obsessions to the side. Dr. Crane waited for her to enter into his newly built lab. Most of the furniture had been removed and lab tables scattered about the room. The air in the apartment was better than it normally was but it had a rather sterile smell to it, like one you would find at a hospital. “Welcome..” A dark invitation in his voice to the place where nightmares crawled along the walls. She was lucky tonight…The containment and dark room were actually empty. The only real part of the apartment that he hadn’t completely changed was the bedroom, and even there he didn’t rest. It was far more likely for him to rest his eyes at a lab table if sleep did call for him, yet he avoided it at all cost. “What brings you here Miss Kyle..?” He asked while pulling his hand around the knob of the door to his towel and fixing it a bit tighter. He would have to leave her in the lab to get dressed. If she was intelligent she wouldn’t touch anything, and if she was wise…she wouldn’t lift anything from him.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2012 18:24:23 GMT -5
Her eyes lingered on the various cuts, bruises and abrasions that littered his body with red lines and various shades of bruising. Clicking her tongue, she shook her head, a fingertip pressing into one rather, dare she say it interesting mark on his shoulder. "I can see he's not home, Jon." she paused, walking into the apartment she knew quite well.
Turning en pointe, she locked eyes with him again. They were an odd pairing. He did his crime thing, she did her own. Very, very, almost never rarely did they ever cross paths. But it seems a few common friends spoke more than they let on. "What brings me here is a good friend. Isn't that who you'd normally go to visit in their own apartment?" She dryly stated in return. Crinkling her nose at how he'd 'redecorated,' she shook her head. If Jonanthan Crane was setting up shop here of all places, he must be hard up.
"Can't say I love what you've done with the place...." She murmured, going over to a barstool and sitting on it. Too bad she didn't smoke, because it would be the perfect time to light up and drive Jon nuts. Even if he was acting rather ...cool toward her being here, it was more odd for him to be nearly naked, in Edward's.
"I do hope you're enjoying Edward's fancy shirts, and his bed, considering he's not..currently." She drew out, speaking in non sequitors as if they were going out of style. She knew the outline of Eddie's home. Jon may, but not as well as her. And to be honest, it was a bit awkward to know that despite the sterile air, he could pump any sort of vile toxin into her system in such an enclosed area. Then again, despite the height he had on her...he looked rather frail.
Something she didn't embody at the moment. Clearing her throat, she rolled her shoulders back, stretching almost like a cat would. "Cut the shit Jon. Why are you here?" She said flatly, Catwoman's edge clearly tinting her voice.
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Aug 30, 2012 22:43:04 GMT -5
Dr. Crane kept a close watch on her as she walked to the nearest bar stool at the kitchen counter. He didn’t move very far from the door but instead just turned to face her to show her was listening to whatever answer she had for him. It was quite odd showing up at his place uninvited, though she would never receive an invitation to begin with. He was a recluse, and the place around him spoke wonders of why that was. The only reason that would really be in question was why was he at Edward’s place?
Edward certainly kept odd company. Her friend? Dr. Crane almost smiled at the thought, not because he found it amusing but for a much more sinister reason. When her eyes locked with his own he finally became intrigued with her presence. One of the things that attracted him to Edward in the first place was his ability to hold his stare without faltering. Dr. Crane’s iced over stare as enough to send most scurrying away, or averting their eyes when their mind filled with the worst possible scenario. He stepped forward toward her on the stool his piercing stare going into her, like he would simply walk through her if he willed it so.
Isn’t that what friends do? He could have laughed at the statement. Dr. Crane didn’t have friends. Though Edward and himself had certainly developed some kind of….Interaction. The thought was quickly pushed from his mind and focused back on the feline at hand. He had ignored the statement about their surroundings. He considered it an improvement from the waste of space before, but he was given permission to do whatever he wanted with the place and he took full liberty….Full Liberty. Most of the rooms had been changed entirely, except the bedroom which remained untouched.
He stopped abruptly in front of her as she spoke again but he had no response for her. Edward’s clothing was just circumstantial. They were nearly the same size so his clothing fit, but it would become worn quickly on Dr. Crane. His bed hadn’t been used since the last night he was here, it was a wonder they had made it there at all considering the damage that was done to the apartment. He wasn’t one for sleep. When sleep did come to him it was usually at the mercy of a lab table, buried in his work.
Standing in front of her idly he stared at her in silence. Her hands pushed forward and her shoulders rolled like a good felines would, but all was caught from the peripheral, as he never took his eyes from hers. Miss Kyle’s tone had changed, finally down to business? He soaked the silence in the room for a few moments before he finally broke it with a sigh. “What brings me here is that I live here….Isn’t that what I am supposed to do?” He mused back to her using her previous words against her. Without letting another moment pass his left hand shot to the counter beside her and the doctor leaned forward to whisper. “Excuse me Miss Kyle…While I change into some of Edward’s ‘fancy’ attire.”
Dr. Crane pulled back immediately afterward; a cheap scare but they did it just fine for him. Without another word her turned and headed for the bedroom to change. He turned on his heels and went straight into the closet to grab some of Edward’s clothes. He found a black pin stripe suit and took the liberty of wearing that with a white button up shirt underneath. Luckily Edward had some, because he was not going to be wearing the green that littered the closet. Quickly Dr. Crane slipped the slacks on and buckled a slick belt around it. When he was finally ready he came back out into the living room to meet her at the bar counter near the kitchen.
The doctor paused only briefly in front of her, not having much to say. He wasn’t a very good entertainer as he despised most people. Giving only a passing glance to her he moved into the kitchen and began fumbling with something at the fridge. If she wanted something out of him, she was going to have to do a lot better than what she had tried so far. Although they hadn’t talked much in the past he was still well aware of her ways and how she operated.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2012 15:11:06 GMT -5
If he was trying to scare her, it wasn't going to work. She'd been at clubs before, at benefits, and had the same maneover pulled. A hand to assert dominance, a whispered promise. In both cases, Jon was clearly failing. Not even batting an eye as he shifted about her, she locked eyes with him again.
"Maybe you should brush your teeth, and hair while you're at it, Jonathan." She murmured. Questions, she only indulged in with Edward. With Crane..it was trying. Even as she looked at how he'd trashed the room; shoving the high end, leather furniture to the walls, dumping trinkets, and the general disarray, she shook her head.
This was just not ok. And even when Crane returned, he'd find her on two feet; not sitting as she had been on the leather stool. They locked eyes once more, and with the disinterested mood of a cat clearly bored of a toy, she went to the door and left, a click of the latch her goodbye.
Crane was not someone she was going to pry information out of. Neither was she going to stay in a closed location with him for an extended period of time. No thanks.
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
Player: Jon ~
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~ Partner: Fear
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Sept 4, 2012 23:12:22 GMT -5
Dr. Crane had been fumbling with something at the fridgerator until she spoke. The insult barely phased him at all, he had heard worse from others. She had only said it in spite because he had frightened her or done something she didn’t like. This kind of behavior wasn’t uncommon around him, they actually were long gone much sooner than this. “I am a doctor Miss Kyle, I keep adequate hygiene. As for my hair, it doesn’t get in the way of my work. Your expressive concerns for my health are noted but better saved for Edward and not myself.” He spoke softly from within the confines of the fridge door.
When he finally turned with a saucer of cream in his hand she was already to the door and walking out. Running already? She lasted longer than most, but he understood if the atmosphere was just too much for her. He set the bowl down roughly on the counter as she walked out. The cream in the bowl sloshed back and forth with the push and nearly spilt off the sides. This is why he didn’t perform these kinds of gestures….
His first logical thoughts were to just let her go; she was of no use to him. She didn’t even come looking for him, instead she had become disappointed with the fact that he inhabited her ‘friends’ home. It wouldn’t have been difficult to just let her leave and forget that this event ever happened….But something crept in slowly from the back of his mind. His obsession nipped and whispered to him about the question he had asked himself earlier. Letting her go wasn’t an option.
Quickly, he turned and grabbed something from an upper cabinet on the left hand side. It was where he kept everything of this type for quick access. After he nabbed what he needed, Dr. Crane briskly walked to the exit of the apartment. For a moment it seemed as if he was following her, but about a third of the way down, just before the elevators doors, he made a sharp turn toward a maintenance room. Carefully he placed the key inside the lock and opened the door with ease. He had only been here for a short time, but in that time he had acquired all the knowledge about the building he needed to maneuver in it as he wished.
Stepping inside he wasted no time moving to the elevator maintenance controls. Miss Kyle had already made her way into the elevator and was on her way down to the first floor. Since they were on the tenth already it would have taken some time for her to reach the bottom. Dr. Crane opened the first box which controlled the movement of the elevator and stopped it immediately. The movement was followed by disabling any calls she could have made from the elevator. He heard the elevator screech and come to a halt, being so close to the shaft to begin with. Now it was time to put his plan into motion.
Dr. Crane turned to the shelf in the room that was littered with several tools and supplies to fix the elevator shaft. His hand scanned over them with his eyes until he came across a bolt cutter. Satisfied with the tool he wrapped his fingers around it and moved to the electric box that controlled the lighting in the shaft. With one solid movement he slammed the bolt cutter into the box and sparks came flying from it. The lights in the elevator shaft would have gone out…with the occasional blink from the now faulty wiring. Bolt cutter in hand, he turned his attention to a vent in the room that led straight to the elevator shaft.
With little effort he made his way into it and crawled the short distance to the long shaft. Several bumps and bangs could be heard in the shaft from Dr. Crane making his way in with the cutters in hand, but he wasn’t trying to be quiet. When he finally got out he came to a large opening, the doctor slid carefully onto the ledge. It was dark for a moment and then light flashed within the shaft. He got a quick look at where the main cable was, and snapped it with the bolt cutter. The force from the snap caused him to wobble backward but he caught himself on the wall. A monstrous crack emitted from the elevator as it crashed into the wall, now tilted at a heavy degree.
Taking advantage of each time he had light the doctor made his way down the shaft, first by jumping to the cable and then jumping down to each floor step. Once he was close enough he finally pulled his mask from the back of his pants rim and flipped on the green light, indicating that the fans and the voice masker were both working. With his last jump he landed hard on the top of the elevator. It shifted beneath his feet and made the cable above it whine with an unstable screech. Using the flicker of the light The Scarecrow timed it just perfectly to kick in the roof to the top of the elevator fire escape. Just as is flickered off and then on again his figure was gone from the frame.
“Fear Kitty Kitty Kitty…” The mask cracked out from the darkness he had crawled into.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2012 22:31:04 GMT -5
It wasn't too far to the elevator, punching a floor in and watching the door close. She had only decended a floor or two when she heard the first squeal, the elevator jockeying roughly as it stopped mid-floor. Closing her eyes, she sighed heavily as the lights flickered once, then twice before extinguishing as well.
Great. She should have seen this coming. Somehow, she'd irritated Crane. And now he was going after her. What she wasn't expecting was her equillibrium being thrown off when there was a thud above her, and then the entire elevator tipping to the left.
And he'd cut the cable. Digging into her pocket she took out her phone, thumbing a text quickly before scanning the dark, tilted box she was in rather disinterestedly. Did he think this was going to scare her? Especially in a building she knew quite well, and a friend lived in?
Man, he was dumb. Even Eddie had her go over the elevator shafts to make sure he had an escape route. Sighing, she re-pocketed her phone, and slipped something from her purse. It wasn't exactly her trusted whip, but then again Selina Kyle, socialite, philanthropist, and CEO of Blackcat Securities couldn't be seen with that.
Quiet, and in the corner, Selina looked up, her eyes having adjusted finally to the black on black. She could barely make anything out, not until Crane...no...he'd put on his Scarecrow mask....Yes, it was "Scarecrow" now, called out to her, and was trying her patience.
Rolling her eyes, Selina shifted the object in her right hand, a metallic 'shkkkk' sound barely audible. He was going to taunt her now, with a Cat theme. And of course in an enclosed space.
...just what she'd been trying to avoid. But she wasn't going to engage him. He could probably see her, before she could make him out. Then again, she could play him. Give him what he wants. So she did. In mere seconds she had started to shake, her body trembling as big tears started to roll down her cheeks damn convincingly. If he was using night-vision, she would be a perfect portrait of what he lived for; fear.
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Sept 10, 2012 8:36:08 GMT -5
The Scarecrow was waiting patiently and silently in the dark. The only thing that could be heard in the shaft was the occasional ambience of the elevator wailing at its injuries and the occasional florescence hum of the flickering lights. Through his deep breaths into the filter the soft gear like noises of his fans could be heard, but possibly only audible by him. He had moved to get better sight of her but remain as far into the shadow as it would embrace him, and embrace him it did. He caught a glimpse of her as a light flickered, she had moved into the corner of the elevator on the far side.
One of the few downsides to wearing his mask was that he was near sighted. Dr. Crane often wore glasses when he was walking around or when he was driving. He would take them off to read or when he was directly in front of someone, simply because he didn’t need them to see that close. His prescription was very low to begin with. His line of vision passed ten feet was only slightly out of focus. All he was missing was minor details to someone’s facial features or have difficulty reading a distant sign. When he wore the mask he didn’t wear his glasses underneath for several different reasons. Although The Scarecrow was good at avoiding heavy blows or taking them very well, others did get a good shot in every once and a while. If they were to hit his face it could smash his glasses and lead to further disaster on the battle field. It was just a risk that was better left not taken.
As a result, with the flickering lights he could only see her silhouette every few moments when it flashed. Anything in her facial feature he would have missed completely due to their distance. One sense however, was not impaired in this situation. A sniffle and a short cry echoed out from the fire escape he had kicked in from the top of the elevator. For a long moment he stared into the hole that sometimes flashed with her image. Was Miss Kyle really crying? Despite the fact that she very well might have been The Scarecrow stood like stone in the darkness. His expression showed nothing, no sympathy, no compassion for her plight, it was debated that there was a heartbeat anywhere in there.
His demeanor on the outside matched his thoughts on the inside to a certain extent. He was more curious to the fact that she was crying in the first place. The Scarecrow had never taken Miss Kyle as a weak woman, even though he had only brief passing’s with her. While he was practicing legally he had just seen too many of her type to not be curious about it. She always seemed like she could handle anything, and how she took on the Gotham and its Night, it was ‘interesting’ to say the least. Regardless his mind still turned and rolled over with his obsession in the for front of his mind. He had to know…
But he wasn’t stupid. He had seen her in action before and getting too close to her would have been a mistake without the proper tools. Thankfully, he did have to proper tools, and if anyone should be afraid right now it was her. Another loud metallic whine came from the elevator shaft, indicating that if they were going to do something it should probably be soon. Slowly The Scarecrow stepped out of the darkness the wrapped around him and into the flickering lights range. The darkness that held him reluctantly let go as he passed and then crawled onto his knees up to the escape itself. For a moment he just peered in at her, but the shadow casted from himself took the entire elevator with each blink. Carefully he did a front flip in and held the top on the escape so he could gently land on his feet in front of her. There was quite a distance between them as he gazed at the terrified face of Catwoman herself. What a beautiful display, and all because of a little faulty machining?
Sliding his hand into his pocket he pulled a string out of it and then let his fingers rest inside. “Let’s make a deal Miss Kyle” The masked distorted and cracked out. He took a slow step toward her as he spoke, the light flashing every now and then to show that he was advancing toward her. “Tell me your fears…” The distortion lowered as he came close enough to her to almost touch her. “And I’ll consider not making you live through them.”
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2012 0:42:39 GMT -5
She had no time to perfect anything. Even as she covered the slight of hand she did with shaking, timing it with the flickering light so she could use the darkness, he still drew near, inching up on her in that horrible mask. Even as she shallowed her breathing, a watery lens covering her eyes as he came closer, she had to bite her tongue. Moreso as he brought out another damn Cat-themed toy; a piece of string this time. But his words. Oh, did she have fun with this one. While others might view him as something to fear, Selina wrenched her eyes shut, a view that probably made her look pitiful, while to her, it was to hide that she was rolling them back in mockery.
Opening her mouth once, then twice as she stalled on how to answer, perpetuating her façade. She then coughed pitifully, the phlegm of the tears clogging her throat, and stifling her words.
"I...I-I..." She stumbled, taking a half-step toward him, as if for reassurance. "I...already am..." She wept, seeking out the Doctor of Fear as she started to confess to him her fears, as if he were a holy man of the Lord. "I...I don't know where he is....he's been missing...I just....he won't answer his phone, Jonathan..." And by the time the last of her words dribbled from her lips, she had buried her head in his shoulder, anticipating the question he would ask her. So when he finally did whisper to her, and say 'Who....dear kitten...' for she really was presenting herself as helpless as a soft ball of fluff, she finally would pull her head mere hairsbreadth from his shoulder, and whisper into his ear...
"..Edward. He's gone...." And her sobbing would start afresh, consuming her until her knees would be nearly knocking together, and devoid of strength, unless he was going to give her aid, or pity to help.
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Sept 19, 2012 23:53:32 GMT -5
The Scarecrow stood still as she came forward, like he was attached to a post in a field. She did look quite beautiful this way. It was always incredible to seem and impossible to describe when one showed their true selves through fear. It was a perfect display of her terror and he felt no need to bring out the object he had originally been thinking about in his pocket. The string that would have eventually led to her nightmares, he left alone.
Naturally he asked who she was talking about, though he already knew who it was. It was the entire reason she had come here, only to find terror in its place. He wanted to draw it out of her regardless. Sometime it was better to ask the questions you already knew the answer to draw out even more information on the subject at hand. He used this trick as a psychiatrist a lot, and it moved quickly into the rest of his work as well. He wanted to see her sadness. Sadness was a commonly used primary that he associated with the base primary fear, she wasn’t sad simply – she was scared and it was all the more satisfying.
The Scarecrow let her fall to her knees. He made no move to catch her, no move to help her in any way shape or form. He had no reason to, and it was quite where she belonged. After all where did people belong to a God? At their feet. It was only more fitting as she was sobbing on her way down as if she expected him to do something to show her mercy. There was no mercy for her, no remorse, empathy or compassion for her cause. These things were foreign to him. Throughout Gotham he was known for the void of emotionlessness that he enveloped.
Yet he extended a hand slowly to cup under her chin. His back declined slightly in this motion because he was quite a bit taller than her, but he made sure to keep at least an arm’s length away. With her chin in hand he lifted it so her eyes could meet the darkness of his own mask. There would be no admission that he hadn’t expected her to weep so. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t seen it before from female patients. This had happened many times in the past but to expect it from Catwoman was another story. Though her efforts were meaningless and her play was laughable he did hold her on a considerable level of intelligence. For this reason only he tolerated her in the past, as he was tolerating her now.
“Pathetic” A single word was spoken through the distortion of the mask. “Look what your mask has brought you.” He continued in cryptic phrases only his mind would truly understand. The world was so incredibly clear to him, and every action of hers was broken down to a basic science in his mind. There was only one drive that brought her to her knees before him. Carefully his hand turned on her chin and he brought the other to her arm to encourage her to stand. “You will only find fear here..” He warned her one last time. Yes, he had pursed her in the effort of knowing her deepest fears, once the question was asked he simply couldn’t stop pursuing it until it was saited within him.
He and Edward were alike in this manner, except Edward’s question s were usually meaningless to him….Well…Not all of them. The Scarecrow wasn’t going to tell her anything about Edward or anything that had happened there. He wasn’t going to tell her where he thought he had gone or what he was doing. Not only had Edward not told him, himself, but he wouldn’t have told her even if he had. She was lucky in this aspect that she had successfully turned his attention. For the moment, his hunger was saited, but the danger was not far from his hand.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2012 4:36:36 GMT -5
Her knees hurt as she impacted with the floor of the elevator. As he mentioned mask, her sobbing, and the whole lot, she tried to not roll her eyes, but to continue the farce she was playing. It was a joke, on him, a ploy to get him to believe, give him a falsehood, a lie, and evoke the proper response.
..she may not be a doctor herself, but Selina Kyle, and Catwoman sure knew how to evoke the wanted response out of a man when she wanted.
Sniffling, her chin dropping to her chest, her face damp with tears, her hair now plastering to her pale features, she dumbly looked up at him when she felt his cool hand cup her chin and turn her gaze skyward. Up, to relish the look of a straw fear god much like a certain black bird would.
Too bad she wasn't going to run. She'd listen, bite her tongue, push more tears from those damp green eyes, and get the hell out of the already compromised elevator.
Drawing in a deep breath as he pulled her to her feet again, she started shaking, a hand desperately reaching out to balance her gait, to steady her hand, her mind, her body.
Or so he thought.
"I...I...I'd rather not die today, Jon..." She choked out between choked gasps and sobs, the flickering light illuminating her forced portray of fear; fashioning it in a certain light that it looked so genuine, so finely fleshed out that she was on the edge of peril and near psychotic break that it couldn't be denied she was in distress.
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Oct 29, 2012 17:09:51 GMT -5
The Scarecrow was extremely aware that the elevator was unstable. He knew that they only had a little while before it decided to drop completely. The fall would be rough if it did collapse, bouncing back and forth between the two walls. It would be a spectacle and attract attention from not only all over the apartment, but someone would surely call the police. Even the possibility of Batman showing up was in his mind, especially when Catwoman was involved. Though he had never personally seen her with him, rumors fly in the underworld.
There was no fear in his eyes of any of this happening however. If the elevator were to collapse it wouldn’t hurt him. He would simply crash to the bottom and crawl out of the rubble, maybe injured but oblivion would not come for him. Catwoman had expressed that she was very much alive and wanted to stay that way, and he wasn’t going to let her go. If he was he would have let her go after she left the apartment, but Dr. Crane always had an exterior motive in mind. Something sinister still awaited her and right now the only way to go was back up. Exactly how he wanted.
It was awkward holding her in his arms like this. She was leaning to him like she needed him or wanted him. Dr. Crane had never felt wanted or needed and he never really wanted to start. The truth was a far better light to stand in, the fact that the need for affection or attention didn’t exist in the first place added strongly to this. She was frightened, frightened that she was going to die and she was clinging to him because of it. Did she really believe that he would save her for that purpose alone? To just save her? He was no batman…He was not her hero…He was not her savior….He was not her Batman.
The thought that she may have wanted him was laughable. It simply wasn’t true, it was impossible. But the thought of Edward crossed his mind just then. That had been the same hadn’t it? A false proclamation of feeling just absorbed in two nights? Whatever they had between them that caused them to gravitate around each other in such a way that they couldn’t stop? No, it couldn’t have been the same. He would think on that later and figure out exactly what that was..it…was something. After all…he had confessed….
Miss Kyle began to sob in his arms and his mind snapped to the situation at hand. No, she didn’t want to sink into oblivion today and not like this. Slowly he bent down and brought his finger to her lips. He hushed her softly to try and stop her sobbing before he suddenly threw her over his shoulder. It wasn’t as difficult as he thought it would be, she was as light as a feather. It wasn’t as wonder anymore that he had seen her fly about the city before, she weighed practically nothing. With her over his shoulder he climbed out of the elevator. It creaked underneath his fingers and made loud noises that vibrated off the walls. It was time to get out of the shaft.
He climbed up the hanging cable that he had cut, using the elevator wall as leverage. Once he got to the top he slid up with her in hand to the open doors at the tenth floor. As soon as he placed his foot onto the step out the elevator had collapsed and fallen down the rest of the shaft. It ripped the cable from his hands and thankfully he let go right away, catching himself on the door frame. Carrying her still, he walked the short distance to his apartment door and stopped with her. He set her down against the door and cupped her chin, inspecting those sobbing eyes a lot more carefully. “You really should have stayed, I had something for you..” He spoke softly as he ran this thumb across the line of her jaw.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2012 2:44:46 GMT -5
Never would she had thought the thin, wirey frame of Jonathan Crane would be able to hoist herself over his shoulder and so deftly scale a thickly wound rope. Even as he'd tossed her over his shoulder, she'd been keen to grab her bag with a swift move, a muffled groan coming from deep in her belly as she still struggled to cling to him; her hands twisted in the tattered remnants of his costume. The ascent was nothing that she wasn't used to; she willingly lept from buildings taller than this nightly. It was the simple fact she had lowered herself to such a simpering, inept shadow of a woman that was not herself that caused her stomach to roll and turn beyond even simple acting.
It was soon enough and her sniffling would nearly cease; her eyes nearly a bright green as the tears had left them red-rimmed. No doubt her mascara AND eyeliner was now smudged, ruined, and marring her cheeks. But he had a decent game going. Lure Catwoman in, lure Selina in, and toy and play with her as he saw fit. After all, no one would have expected the Scarecrow at Eddie's home, right? Not even the Bat, or his minions. Shaking her head at the thought, still as she was hanging upside down, the long strides of Jonathan's walk causing her to bump against him with each step caused her to grip harder. What was she going to do? Was there really a plan? She knew Jon had some sort of injury going on..but at this point, was there any way to play into that?
She had no more time to contemplate what to do when he eased her back to standing, nearly having to pry her pale hand from his jacket. Even as the blood rushed into her head, the echo of the elevator shaft crashing down several-no, more than several flights echoed in her mind. Again. And again.
And there was his hand. His thumb. Caressing her. Maybe she should have stayed. But after returning to all of this what was she supposed to do? Chat, laugh, and dine with the King of Fear in her friend's apartment, no questions asked? Instead she partially leaned into his touch, her eyes dampening again as a veritable floodgates opened once more, tears spilling down her cheeks as she did one thing he probably never expected;
She apologized.
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Nov 12, 2012 19:48:31 GMT -5
Dr. Crane had lifted far heavier than her in the past and he was nimble and flexible. His patients came in all sizes and forms, some men even twice his own and none of them wanted to willingly get on a medical table. Most of them were hoisted long before a sedative got to them so he wasn’t dealing with dead weight it was struggling weight. Miss Kyle, in this aspect, was nothing to pick up, as her form was sleek and slender. She felt light as a feather to him, and he was able to move up with relative ease.
He never would have thought that she would have allowed him to carry her to the door but fear made people do irrational things. He couldn’t blame her for being petrified of him, after all his intentions with her were not yet made clear. It would have been easy to leave her down there in the shaft, a woman that bounced between alliances, or so it seemed. He hadn’t dove to deeply into the details of her personal life but he had heard enough whispers at Arkham to get a good idea from the truth and the lies of what was being said. But Dr. Crane didn’t care who or what she thought she fought for, it was all a mask for the bigger picture, the incredible truth to it all that only he knew.
A black smudge formed across her face and seeped into his thumb as he stroked her in an attempt to bring her nerves back. She had every reason to be terrified but he wanted to savor every moment of it, and staring into her eyes here he had the perfect opportunity. He could have stayed for as long as she wanted to exhibit it, not saying a word just staring and taking it in. But there was more things he wanted to do.. A pressure came to his hand and his skin pulled slightly. He hadn’t expected her to react like that, a final ease to his touch, but the stiffness in his hand dropped quickly after her gentle words.
Dr. Crane didn’t know what to say. A rare occasion, as he didn’t speak much, but when he did it always had meaning.
When he was a child, a manners system was never established in his home. His mother was an indulgent and neglectful woman. When she did have him she didn’t care what he did, even to the point to not checking on him for days. Please and thank you didn’t exists in his world, you’re welcome and I’m sorry were words that were never given to him as tools in his vocabulary. As he grew up he knew what they were used for and why they were used but he also grew to understand why they were really used. There meaning was false, and even her apology was empty to him, but it wasn’t too often people said it to him regardless.
Without a word his hand left her cheek and he turned to the door, opening it for her. His lanky form stepped through the doorway, leaving the door open for her to walk in on her own if she desired. Turning around now wouldn’t be wise, but after everything she had just experience, he ‘hoped’ she may have had the sense to understand that and be encouraged to join him inside. Dr. Crane moved through his lab and back to the kitchen which was spotless compared to the rest of the room, clearly it was a space that he didn’t spend much time in. Again he got a new bowl and some cold cream from the fridge, pouring it in for her. Careful not to spill he walked it back to her and handed it out. “This is yours”
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