Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on May 27, 2012 11:12:49 GMT -5
Everything about this interview wasn’t planned from the beginning. He had expected to get someone for her but it was just supposed to be some random civilian; someone to hold her over or please her for the current moment. It was all in an effort to keep her bordisim to a minimum, so she would be less tempted to tamper with him and his lab while he was working. Somehow, all of this turned out to flow right into his work, which just turned out perfectly. He had caught a vigilante, brought him here with relative ease, and now he was going to start working..
Throughout the interview Dr. Crane couldn’t help but notice that this vigilante had a strange optimism about him through everything. It was difficult to obtain and keep an attitude like that living in Gotham City. He couldn’t quite place where it might have come from, the interview didn’t go that far into his past, more than his present demeanor on everything. Not that it wasn’t useful….because it certainly was very enlightening.
Earlier, after he had given his new patient the forced injection, he had requested VerMillion to assist him with bringing the dead weight to another room. Normally he would have brought someone like this to the dark room. The dark room had been taken up some time ago, however. He had placed VerMillion in that room when she had first ‘arrived’. Dr. Crane would have had this place designed a bit bigger if he could have predicted everything that had happened so far. VerMillion was always a part of his plan but her moving in was something he didn’t think about for very long. Anyone moving in was something he didn’t want to think about.
His patient lay on the flat slab of table in the middle of the containment room. It was a far brighter room than the others, a large spotlight pointed right down at the middle of the table. He hadn’t strapped him in as he would normally with an out of control patient, he wasn’t out of control, in fact he was out cold still on the table. Instead he lay on top of the belted straps, he wouldn’t need to strap him down unless he decided to hurt himself….which was plausible.
Dr. Crane had his back turned to his patient lying on the table. He was focused on laying all of his tools out getting ready for the events to come. His mask was on the table too in the far corner, he would put it on when the time was necessary. For now he made sure each syringe had what it needed in it. Removing them carefully from his white lab coat he placed them on a white cloth lying out on the table. The first two were large, made up of metal and glass; the others were smaller plastic needles.
Dr. Crane took one of the smaller needles and uncapped it, opening a drawer near him that held many different labeled clear bottles. Lifting one with his fingers he flipped the needle up and pushed it inside it, filling it to roughly 4cc’s. Carefully placing it back in he turned to his patient. He was still lying there, knocked out from the dosage given before, but this injection should wake him up fairly quickly. Taking long strides up to the table the doctor administered the injection to his neck, similar to where he had before. This whole time he had felt no need to remove him from his gear, or remove his mask. Dr. Crane had little interest in who he claimed to be. This night was about finding out who he truly was…which can only be expressed through complete terror.
Placing the needle carefully into a hazard box near them he waited for his newest patient to wake up. He would be a bit drowsy, perhaps even disoriented, experiencing headaches or minor confusion, the symptoms would pass however.
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Post by Deleted on May 27, 2012 18:24:48 GMT -5
Wulfen woke up quickly and looked around. His healing factor caused his headache to fade almost instantly, and he wasn't orientated for long, and his drowsiness lasted for only a minute or two. But confusion was a feeling that was all to familiar to him. He looked around and saw a man.
His mind started working overtime he wondered where he was, then he remembered what happened earlier. He thought about where he was. "What is this?" He asked for no real reason.
He took a sniff of the air and smelt something.... he had smelt this smell twice before. Once at the docks and a second time during the interview. He looked at the man and realized that the smell was his. 'Not you again.' He thought as he rubbed his eyes with his right hand and groaned.
His fingers never reached his eyes. They were stopped by the lens in his mask. 'Well that's a good sing. He didn't take it off.' He thought. He realized that there was a good side and a bad side to this. The good side was that this guy still didn't know who was behind the mask. The bad side was that there was something else he wanted. And judging by all the needles it wasn't good.
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on May 30, 2012 17:53:46 GMT -5
Seeing his patient’s body suddenly jump with life didn’t come as a surprise. It took a little less time than he expected. Turning from him he grabbed a clipboard hanging from one of the cabinets and the pen that was attached to it. He began to scribble onto the paper about his behavior after immediately waking. Looking up from the clipboard he locked his eyes onto the mask that hid his patients.
It was very smart wearing a mask around Dr. Crane. He could peer through someone’s eyes like he was looking into their soul. He had studied it so vastly and enjoyed prying the mind apart so much it was second nature to him. Of course he knew that the initial reaction to all of this was of course going to have a stem from fear, which he was quick to note down on the side.
As he began to move a bit better Dr. Crane wrote down even more. How interesting the patient didn’t seem to be suffering from any symptoms what so ever. That wasn’t normal for a human being, leading him to the conclusion he had come to before, that this was not a normal man. After he was done running the pen on the paper the doctor placed the clipboard down and walked toward his patient keeping about an arm’s length away from him. “What is this?” He repeated.
“This is a containment room. It’s where I keep most of my injured patients. Though remarkably you’re not injured…Yet” His voice was calculated and lacked emotion. He wasn’t worried at all that Wulfen wasn’t tied up, especially after his first display of whatever he used when fighting him last. If he was going to survive he had a lot to learn, not that Dr. Crane expected him to come out of this just fine.
“You’re not human.” He stated simply waiting for a reaction to it. It may be a true statement, or at least close to the truth. Regardless he wanted to find out exactly what the specimen in front of him was. If he wasn’t going to give him a straight answer there were certainly ways of making him scream it to him. The doctor turned and grabbed a large metal needle off the table filled with a bright glowing yellow liquid. He hadn’t had much success with animals and mutant creatures with his toxins, if it didn’t work, he would know for sure.
VermIllion had done such a wonderful job setting this up for him. He had plenty to work off of from here. He couldn’t let her take off the credit of course; if it wasn’t for him she would have never had a vigilante on the air or a machine at all. She also knew that she could come it at whatever time she wished or she could just observe through the camera, perhaps she would learn something..
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Post by Deleted on May 30, 2012 20:30:37 GMT -5
Wulfen looked at the man and watched him write a few things down on a clipboard. He had a small twinge of fear when he thought that he might be in Arkham Asylum. He quickly suppressed it though and convinced himself that he wasn't where he thought he was.
He wasn't entirely thrilled with the man's answer to where he was. But he just kept going and looked around the room. "Yeah it seems kinda hard to injure me for a extended amount of time." He replied dryly.
When he heard the man say that he wasn't human he mentally smiled. 'Good I can throw him off who I really am.' He thought.
Outwardly he sighed and looked up at the man. "What gave it away?" He asked in a defeated tone.
When he saw the needle and the liquid he felt a twinge of anxiety. He put his hands up and said. "Look Mr. I've had my medicine already today." He started to get ready to defend himself if he found that he needed to.
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Jun 1, 2012 15:01:05 GMT -5
After he was going to be done with him tonight the Wolf was certainly going to wish he was in the Asylum. It was a far better place than in his personal care; he could stand by that statement considering how long he had spent in both places. According to his standards of course he was a much better doctor…his patients didn’t last quite as long however, but that’s wasn’t his aim. His goal was focused more on getting the information he needed for his research.
He nodded as the misguided vigilante confirmed his previous suspicions. “You didn’t make it difficult to figure out, I knew within the first few minutes of seeing you. As I have said before..” The doctor flicked the needle in his hand with his index and thumb making sure there was no air. “You must be new at this..” He mocked him as he came closer to him with the needed. Almost able to taste the anxiety pouring from him.
The needle was large and metal, it was going to hurt going in and coming out. He used these needles for more than one reason, mostly because they were sturdy and hard to break, another of course being that it created much more anxiety than a tiny plastic needle. He had something so much greater planned instead. This metal syringe was just to settle in the anxiety.
He watched his hands purse out in front of him, like he was trying to gain some kind of control over the situation. Nothing was going to be able to change the doctors mind on what he wanted now, he just kept feeding him more and more…”Tell me…” The doctor said cynically as he advanced toward him stopping at about an arm’s length away from him. “Are you scared?”…
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2012 21:46:21 GMT -5
Wulfen watched the man come towards him. He felt relief that the man thought he was something other then human. He felt worried though because the man was approaching him with the needle. Needles in general unnerved Wulfen. And the simple look of this one only made it worse.
When the man stopped he knew what was about to happen. He was going to be stuck with the needle. He started thinking quickly, he also felt the fight or flight reflex kicking in. And again flight didn't seem like an option.
"Well I won't say I'm feeling brave right now." He said. "But you should know better then to corner a frightened animal." As soon as he finished saying that he lunged from the table and knocked the hand with the needle in it aside. He then spun and thrusted his elbow into hte man's gut. He hoped this out work better then his earlier try at fighting this man off.
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Jun 3, 2012 10:35:55 GMT -5
The containment room was not an area for fighting. It was small and claustrophobic so he could easily overcome his wilder patients. That’s why there was a table that his newest patient was laying on, with straps underneath him. Although it was mostly used for personal injury it could be equally used for someone like Wulfen, that was obviously planning to get a little wild.
He had really done this to himself. Out there on the streets when they met it would have just been easier for him to run away. The Scarecrow would have chased him, or maybe he wouldn’t have, now the wolf would never know. The situation for him hadn’t been made any better when he ‘was’ sat down for the interview. Some things a professional should just keep to themselves…But he clearly was no professional.
Dr. Crane tilted his head with the familiar statement. Images of the last time he said it rushing into his mind. His back roughly hitting the door as his other hand was gripping tightly around his elbow. Edward had struck it just right to knock him off his guard. Those words Wulfen just said came out of Dr. Crane’s mouth shortly afterward.
The thought came quickly and left as the animal did lunge at him, much more aggressive than last time. Now this is what he wanted to see earlier. His hand was pushed outward but remained tight to the metal needle. In the tight space between them Wulfen managed to hit him in the gut making him bend and stagger back slightly. A cheap move…but better than expected for the way he performed earlier.
Moving with the initial blow his muscles were relaxed, he had expected some type of retaliation since he wasn’t strapped down. Still the blow to the stomach hit him hard and made him stagger back several feet until he was back at the counter. Hitting it roughly the pain was only met with a small blench of his jaw and a quick adjustment of his glasses. “I never was particularly good with animals….” His hand with the syringe lowered slowly keeping an eye on the dog. His voice was calm and lowered; he always expressed his dislike for animals. Mostly because his toxins didn’t work on them, or possibly because he would have just rather worked on humans and tested on humans.
“They normally just end up dead..” His hand quickly when into his lab coat wrapping his hand around a small grip inside it. With one rough pull he sent a small sickle flying toward Wulfen. Recently he had picked up the art, becoming well rounded with small and large sized Sickles and Scythes. It seemed so appropriate for his work. He aimed for his shoulder, not wanting to directly kill his patient. What good would his research on him be if he was dead? The dog had just barely left the table.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2012 18:50:27 GMT -5
Wulfen thought quickly, normally he would have been unnerved by the comment the man said. But at the moment he was too focused to notice what it was he said. He saw the blade and knew that he didn't want to get hit by it. He felt a panic starting to rise in him, the instantly it vanishes. He somersaulted backwards over the table he was sitting on just before kicking the blade away from his body.
He landed on his feet on the other side of the table. He stood with his right hand back behind his left foot, and his left fist extended slightly and his right fist held in close to his chest. "Now we can either keep fighting and I walk out of here. Or we can find out just how good I am." He said sternly. He didn't know where all of what he did just came from. But he didn't care at the moment, he would find out later.
He didn't realize where his new found skill came from. He much more frightened of where it came from then of this strange man if he knew just how he did what he did.
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Jun 7, 2012 14:32:14 GMT -5
Dr. Crane had thrown with accuracy, but the wolf started to show a bit of what he could do instead of a lot of what he couldn’t. There was still a lot of room for speculation on exactly whether that was skill or luck. Regardless Dr. Crane moved a bit forward. “It looks like this dog has learned a trick..” There was little humor in his voice at this point. He was beginning to tire him with his futile attempts at escape or foolish thoughts of actually fighting him.
It was a good trick, he was agile and still very young, and the trick had taught Dr. Crane quite a bit about him. What was the best trick the wolf had done was hiding his eyes from him under a mask. If he could only see his expression…What was stopping him from taking off the wolf’s mask? He had his reasons, It would be simple to find out his identity, but Dr. Crane didn’t care enough about it. If he had made a name for himself perhaps it would have been a different story, but right now the most fame he had gained would be through the show he just left.
It was easy for someone to look at another person and believe who they say they are. That’s how most of the world looked at itself. Through one’s eyes is the window into who they really are, and only through the expression of complete and utter terror would the true self shine through. It was exactly what he planned to do with this new patient…
Slowly he began to turn the metal needle in his hands and proceed back toward him. “This will make you very good….I assure you” His eyes moved to the shimmery glint of the needle as he said that. All that remained between them was the table, which he could easily clear if he wished, but he was patient. Would the little wolf run? Or would he need to be put down..
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Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2012 19:29:13 GMT -5
Wulfen looked at the man and smirked at his comment. "Its not the only trick this dog knows." He said in reply. He shifted his eyes behind his mask trying to find out what he could use to aid in his fighting. He didn't see anything useful within arms reach.
He looked at the needle and gave another smirk. "I don't use artificial stimulants." He said He looked at the table and tried to think of a way he could use it to help him. He thought of a few things but he wasn't sure if he could pull them off. But then again he did just do something he didn't know he could do.
He looked at the man and grinned. "I think you should just let me go." He said then he put his hands on the table and jumped up curling his legs up underneath his body and then thrusted them out at the man's chest. Then something took over him and he suddenly spread his legs and then tried to close them around the man's neck in an attempt to flip him off his feet and on to the ground giving him time to escape. Again he didn't know how or why he was doing this. But he thought that it was neat that he could do it.
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Jun 11, 2012 20:48:31 GMT -5
The sudden confidence in the wolf’s actions was surprising. The tone of his voice was relatively calm; it was almost like he wasn’t himself. This would prove to bed a very interesting study indeed. Letting him go was out of the question at this point. Dr. Crane only offering a slight shake of his head. Though he had been showing promise, still had so much to learn about who he was dealing with.
When it came to the wolf’s well-being there was little to be spoken of. He was in the right room for accidents to occur and of course if he got too wild he would strap him down. Wulfen was no different from any other patient in the aspect. He was just another vigilante, who happened to have good tricks up his sleeve, but in the end he would submit to his fears and he would either embrace them, or let oblivion take his body or mind. He assumed that through this at some point the wolf would possibly hurt himself, if so he would have to be strapped down and given medical attention. It wasn’t his life that Dr. Crane necessarily cared for, it was his research. If the wolf was dead, he couldn’t study him anymore and he would have to expend the resources and the energy on obtaining a new subject.
Dr. Crane thought he was ready for whatever the wolf was going to try. He saw him lift from the table and lift his legs like he was going to kick him. Naturally Dr. Crane raised his arms in defense but was caught off guard at the sudden swing and force around his neck. His muscles instinctively went lose, as he had taught himself in training and he let his body less the gracefully get swept to the floor. His hand went out to grip the wolf’s legs and keep him close. If he was going to fall the wolf was going with him.
Taking him down to the ground Dr. Crane swung out his hand and attempted to stab the needle right into his leg.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 11, 2012 22:20:53 GMT -5
Wulfen had no idea where his moves were coming from. And he didn't really care at the moment. If it helped him get out of here safely then he wasn't complaining. He was caught off guard when he felt a hand grab his leg. He feel down with the man and felt his head hit the table as he went down. His head hit the table hard enough to cause his vision to fade out for about three seconds. In that time he felt a sharp stinging feeling in his leg.
When he finally get his vision back he didn't see anyone. Forget that he didn't hear anything. He jumped up to his feet and got ready to fight. After all the strange man clearly was hiding so he could get the drop on him. Wulfen sniffed searching for the man's scent. He didn't smell anything either... He then noticed that he didn't hear Lupin either.
He was starting to feel concern. Where was everybody. There was no way for someone to hide there scent. So that meant this man was gone. He looked around nervously. "Is anybody there?" He asked. He wanted to hear a voice. He wanted to know that someone was there. Even if it was this strange Dr.
It started to dawn on him that he was alone. He was completely alone, he didn't have anyone else around. He didn't even have Lupin.
He made his way to the door and grabbed the handle trying to open the door. When it didn't budge he slammed himself up against it then took a step back looking at the door. "Is anybody out there?" He called, the sound of fear was begining to creep into his 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 Jun 13, 2012 14:31:28 GMT -5
Dr. Crane groaned on the floor, he was able to move his head for a moment to make sure the injection had made it in. His thumb was pressed down hard on the top, making sure all of it got into the wolf’s system. It would only be a matter of time before he found out whether it would work or not. If it worked he would be more skeptical to the fact that he might have been an actual animal. If it didn’t work, then the possibility that he was much higher.
He slipped away from the wolf that had fallen still for the moment. His body going into a type of shock from the serum, it was normal at first. He would start experiencing hallucinations shortly, just before the serum would hit the panic button throughout his nerves. Dr. Crane placed his hand on the floor for support while he lifted himself up to stand. During this stage he didn’t want to be too close to the patient. Getting to his feet Dr. Crane walked over to retain his clipboard, all the time keeping his eyes on his patient, he didn’t want to miss a moment of it.
His eyes watched intently soaking up every moment of his reaction to the toxin. The wolf stayed still on the floor for a moment only lifting to look around. It had been some time since Dr. Crane had done this on someone that thought they had a bit more meaning in the world. This vigilante was different than his usual pick up of regular individuals for study. It reminded him of one of his favorite subjects to study and almost brought a smile to his face. Such beautiful reactions..
For the moment Dr. Crane stayed silent, just observing his behavior and writing down what he was seeing on the clipboard. A smile came over his face as he asked if anyone was there. Unfortunate for the little pup, he was in his world now. The world had faded away from him and left a blank slate perhaps nothingness? A void of some sort? It wasn’t uncommon.
What really interested him was when the wolf tried to stand, not succeeding at first. Some patients were better at moving around on the toxin than others. Usually their paths were blocked by something they couldn’t see or understand while they dropped into the spiral of their deepest fears. The veil of the world was lifted from their eyes and they could actually see the truth, the truth in everything, the truth in who they were. The wolf had actually managed to stand up and stumble toward the door. Dr. Crane kept his distance, moving away from the door as his patient began to panic and shout yet again.
It was becoming clear, he was afraid of being alone. The fear might have had a much deeper seed within however. For now he kept his silence, basking in his patient’s anxiety and scribbling along the clipboard his notes. After a bit more observation he would have to throw in a variable…depending upon how badly his panic continues.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 14, 2012 0:14:31 GMT -5
Wulfen was still trying to open the door. "Please someone! Say something!" He shook the handle again then pounded his fist against the door. Once.... Twice.. Three times. "Please someone open the door!" He shouted.shaking the handle violently. "Open the damn door!" He shouted as loud as he could. He was afraid. He was never alone he always had someone around. He couldn't be alone. He was always with someone. Even if he didn't like who it was he was with.
Wulfen took a step back and started to kick the door aggressively. He had to get out of here.He had to find someone.... Anyone! He didn't care who. He would even sit down to another one of those strange interviews with that girl again.... If it meant he could be with someone.... Hear someone else's voice.
He took three... No four steps back then ran towards the door and smashed his shoulder into it. It didn't budge.. He took another couple of steps back and tried again. On his third try he summoned all the strength he could... The door finally gave way. He feel to the ground and landed ontop of the door. He got up quickly and looked around. He saw a few hallways... But no one in them. he started breathing heavily. He looked around again then stopped.
There standing before him was his uncle. "Uncle?" He asked in a small broken frightened voice. How could his uncle be there? He was dead? He died while taking part of a drug raid. He was killed by a dirty cop. What his uncle did next caused Wulfen's heart to jump.
"Look at you..... Behind a mask." His uncle said shaking his head in a disappointed manner. "I raised you to be proud. Now look at you. You're hiding your face. And you dressed like a dog." His uncle scoffed. "Your no nephew of mine." At that his uncle turned and started to walk away.
"No! Please come back! I can do better!" Wulfen called after what he thought was his uncle. At that he lost his voice as well as control. He was lucky he had the mask on otherwise anyone watching would have seen tears. Or was he lucky to have this mask? His uncle just rejected him due to it. Or was it his uncle? He didn't know... He just didn't know. And that only served to add to his fear.
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Jun 20, 2012 12:13:51 GMT -5
Dr. Crane kept his silence as his patient began to reveal himself as a wreck on the floor. It was always amusing to know that they thought they were somewhere, doing something they weren’t. His toxin was so beautiful, it was so perfect; it made every hallucination look and feel absolutely real. What was going on in his mind was so real that it wasn’t uncommon for patients to mimic certain actions from it. In this case, scrambling at the door and attempting to get it open.
At this point in the treatment he would often intercept to immerse himself in the situation, getting him a better understanding of their fear and making the experience even more intense for them. This was a special case however; it wasn’t often that he ran across something like this, in this way. Fears of the common populace were easily determinable, spiders, snakes, heights, and death. The fear of being alone wasn’t necessarily an uncommon fear but it had many varying factors to it, especially since he was a vigilante.
Dr. Crane remained indifferent to the wolf’s suffering as he leaned against the door a scrambled mess. Every now and then his hands would paw at the door through his protest, possible running around in his mind. The doctor stayed ever observant, keeping his silence and listening to him bark into the room about wanting out. It wasn’t until he actually mentioned family that Dr. Crane’s interest was really caught.
Looking into ones fears was fascinating, especially when they changed and poured deeper into the wound of why the fears arouse in the first place. It would all lead back to the grand connecting factor, something that he understood far too well. Uncle? The doctor tilted his head and stepped a bit closer, leaning down to the dogs level to observe his behavior better.
A possible abuse in the family? Physical, emotional, or sexual. All were strong possibilities when it came to this kind of fear, until he showed him more he would only be able to speculate and take note. His following comment cleared things up for him. It was abandonment, quite a bit deeper than just the fear of being left alone. People were left alone every day, solitude was one of the doctor’s definitions of himself, and abandonment was another matter entirely. It was a sudden emotional detachment from another.
Taking the beautiful scene in for a moment longer Dr. Crane rose from his position again. He kept his eyes on his subject, never removing his fascinated gaze as he reached back for his clipboard he had laid on the stainless steel lab table. Feeling it within his grasp, he pulled it toward himself and began to take note, he had an idea of where he wanted this experiment to go…but he wanted a bit more information first. Above all to see how much effect the serum would have on his psychical ability to move.
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