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Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2013 19:26:26 GMT -5
Summer felt a knot form in the pit of her stomach as she nervously entered the Asylum. It was a rare occasion that the socialite would find herself inside the particular building, though today’s visit was necessary and on her own terms and not a quest for some story. In fact, the young reporter was here to visit a friend, one she hadn’t seen in a very long while for – well, reasons unknown to her. All Summer knew about Heather was from what she heard in rumors, though she was hoping to confirm some things today. It didn’t feel right being lead down the halls of this particular building, finding herself jumping at any particular sound she heard from behind her. It was overall creepy and Summer had an irrational fear of the place to begin with. Just knowing what particular people are hidden behind its walls was enough to make herself nervous. She never understood how a person who seemed as normal as Heather managed to get herself here. The redhead was lead into a room, the door behind held open for her by the man leading her. He flashed her smile and Summer returned one, hoping that she didn’t seem to terribly nervous. After all, what was there to worry about? This was Heather she was visiting, the same girl she would go for coffee with when they were both interns and whom she would listen to almost every day on the radio. Summer stepped through the door timidly, her nerves easing when she caught sight of her friend. It had literally been ages since she set her sights on the fellow redhead; they certainly did have a great deal to catch up on. “Hey,” Summer began, stepping into the room and taking a set. She cleared her throat, noticing her friend’s appearance before anything else. “How’ve you-“ Quickly cutting herself off, she gave a sympathetic smile and mentally slapped herself in the forehead for her stupidity. How was she? Honestly? She was locked in an asylum! “I brought you some things; they wouldn’t let me bring them past the front. They said they had to inspect them first. I also brought you a latte, but they made me throw it away before I even made it into the hallway, what did they think I was going to do, poison you? I mean really.” Here she was, attempting to carry on a somewhat normal conversation as if nothing had ever happened, but there was no denying reality. Summer felt horrible for Heather and wanted to do whatever she could in hopes to get her summer is wearing this
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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on Jul 25, 2013 16:16:53 GMT -5
The session rooms, especially in this part of the asylum, aren't the most pleasant of places. The only furnishings are a table and two chairs on either side of it, with a one way mirror on one wall. Heather hasn't actually been in one herself yet because she isn't considered to be at all dangerous so her sessions with Dr. Arkham are all scheduled to take place in his office... but the less she thinks about Dr. Arkham's office, the happier she is. But though the room is sparse, meeting with Summer here is actually a privilege - if she were considered dangerous then she probably wouldn't be allowed in the same room with her. They haven't even handcuffed her since the day she was brought in, actually.
As it took her less time to be brought to this room that it did for Summer to walk from the front, Heather's had several moments to herself. She's used that time to convince a skeptical VerMillion that no, she does not need her other half to talk to Summer for her. After all, she's been doing better about being 'out', and she's just going to be talking to an old friend. Nothing that she'll freak out over, right? Besides, VerMillion has screwed up enough of her life lately, and she figures that it would be way weirder for Summer to meet VerMillion than it would be to talk to her.
Then again, even she has changed a lot recently. The first time that Jon had kidnapped her, between the FBI's presence and her own decide for privacy her identity had been kept quiet in the reports. Not so the second time, though - she'd been on the air when she'd been kidnapped. And when she didn't resurface shortly afterward, everyone would have naturally assumed that she'd been killed - Jon's not normally one to hang onto someone for too long, so if they don't turn up mentally scarred by fear toxin that usually means that he's hidden their body somewhere. But no, she was occasionally seen with him after that, apparently perfectly fine, and not making much effort to try and get away from him. But who could tell why? Some speculated that she was a victim of Stockholm Syndrome, while others rumored that she'd actually joined him. She'd been finally found by one of the vigilantes living with him in an abandoned part of the sewers, of all places, and had been brought here so that they could determine if she was either a criminal or just in need of some serious mental help.
That her mind had been literally ripped in two during her months with him is not widely known, but thanks to VerMillion she doubts that will last for much longer. Originally the name 'VerMillion' had been what she called herself on her radio show since 'Heather Glass' doesn't have nearly as much pizazz. But when her mind broke, her newer half decided to take that name as her own to distinguish herself from Heather. It does seem to fit, as like most people in the media she'd had a public face and a private face - on her show she'd acted loud, obnoxious, opinionated, and many other things that her new side tends to do as a matter of course. Privately she's always been quieter, private, and calm. And she still is now, though it's beneath a new layer of intense anxiety. Anyone who has been through what she's been through would be, after all - or at least that's what she tells herself.
So as she's sitting in her seat waiting for Summer, she's fidgeting, and quietly telling both herself and VerMillion, "I'm not going to freak out - talking to Summer will be easy..." Though when the door opens and Summer appears she still startles a little. But she lets the half-breath she'd gasped in out with a small, nervous smile as she says, "Hey... Summer..." Though she tries to sound confident, she's sure that her friend will pick up on the changes. She can't even really look anyone in the eyes right now. Other than that, she looks well. Aside from the fact that they're in the asylum and she's wearing one of the bright orange patient uniforms that clashes a bit with her red-orange hair.
"Um, I'm okay, actually..." she says first, answering the partially asked question, before adding, "And, um, yeah - they're kind of funny about what I can have. They'll, um, probably let me have, er, most of it later. So, um, thanks..." She tries again at a smile, managing a better one - still very nervous, though. In fact, there's a long, awkward pause before she adds, "So, um, how are you?" Meanwhile she's mentally kicking herself - really, that's the best she can do? She used to be able to talk for an hour, non-stop, minus however much time her callers ate up, while she was hosting News and Views. But that seems like such a long time ago.
It had been a really popular show, actually - she'd take a current news story, explain to her audience how it proves that Batman is terrible, and then let them call in and tell her why she was right or wrong. And she would, naturally, agree with the former and mock the latter. It was very controversial, but that only meant that as many people listened to it in order to hear what atrocious thing she said next as those listening because they agreed. Privately she kept her real opinion on the subject to herself, but that didn't matter - what mattered was that people were listening to her. Right now she doubts that she could manage to do that again, but then again if VerMillion tried she might be even better at it than she was before.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2013 14:25:49 GMT -5
Summer was relieved to see that her friend was not restrained in anyway, unsure if she would be able to bare the site of her friend being treated as though she were some sort of prisoner. While she didn’t look like her typical self, she seemed to be much better off than everyone talked about in whispers. Summer tried to ignore the rumors and simply focus on seeing her friend face to face for the first time in a very long time. Finding herself forcing a smile, Summer had her own opinion of her friend’s situation. Summer believed she had been kidnapped and was the first to snap at someone who accused the girl of going with the feared man willingly. Based on the friend she knew, she couldn’t imagine someone wanting to willingly spend time with someone as infamous as the Scarecrow; in fact, Summer was nervous and half-way dreading an interview that she had with him the following day. Not that she didn’t want to hear what he had to say – in fact she was incredibly curious. However, there was no denying that he frightened her. After having spoken to a few of the doctors that had been seeing Heather, Summer was informed she had been doing seemingly well, which was one of the reasons she was allowed to see her friend today, also because she had a press pass that got her past more locked doors than a key to the city. She noticed her friend was hesitant to look her in the eye, but Summer could only imagine how shook up she was after the traumatic experience that she happened to have. “No problem,” the young reporter attempted cheerfully, “Is there anything else you might need? I get a pretty lengthy lunch break at the station, I wouldn’t mind running you up some more things tomorrow if there is something you would like.” It was so different to hear her friend struggle for words when on her radio show she would talk non-stop. Summer always enjoyed listening to the opinionated Vermillion ramble on her show; not carrying who it was that her opinion bothered and gaining an army of supporters with almost every word that flew from her mouth. It had been ages since she heard her friend’s voice grace any form of media. In fact, Summer wasn’t sure she had stopped to listen to the radio ever since Heather’s capture. “I’ve been pretty well…I mean, busy to say the least but I got a promotion since the last time we spoke. I have my own T.V. show now.” As much as she enjoyed talking about herself, she felt awkward doing so now, especially seeing as her friend sat stuck at this asylum while real life resumed around her. “Um, I-“ She paused, pursing her lips. “If you don’t want to talk about it….you don’t have to it’s just that…I was listening to your show that day when it happened. I was wondering- and I promise this is just between us….what happened to you Heather?” She wanted to inform her friend she had an interview in the other part of the Asylum with the man that had taken her captive, but she needed to wait until the right time. However, Summer wasn’t sure she could face him and tolerate the mind games until she knew the true story. “Like I said, if you want to talk about something else you can. I know I didn’t exactly approach this delicately…I just- I didn't know if I was ever going to see you again, Heather. I've been worried.” summer is wearing this
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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on Jul 27, 2013 13:08:47 GMT -5
At the moment, Heather isn't a prisoner, actually. She's a 'person of interest' for a number of crimes that Jon is known to have committed recently, so even if the asylum decided that she was sane then she wouldn't be free to go, but she's not be charged with anything. Whether she'll be charged at all depends on what Dr. Arkham is telling the authorities. Though she can only imagine what that might be - things with Dr. Arkham are... complicated.
"Um..." she says with a frown, trying to think of something she wants. There's not a whole lot, as the asylum takes care of her basic needs and she's not worried much about other things lately. But it's very nice of Summer to offer, so she kind of would like to ask for something so that Summer can feel like she's helping. Though her expression brightens slightly as she thinks of something, "Oh! Um, hair dye? They don't, um, have it here. But, well, they'd let me." And she's not been able to renew her trademark bright, red-orange locks for awhile now - it's gotten all dull and her roots are showing a lot. Though thinking about that causes her to self-consciously scratch the back of her head a little.
Finding herself gradually becoming more comfortable now that they're settling into the conversation, she's quick to smile and enthuse, "Oh, congratulations! You, um, deserve it." Her eyes even flicker up to meet hers for an instant, though they drift away again just as fast.
But the pause immediately afterward feels instantly awkward to Heather, and the question that Summer asks hardly causes that feeling to leave. "Um..." she starts hesitantly, but then stops. It's not that she doesn't want to talk about it - well, some of it she wouldn't want to talk about, but definitely not all of it - but she doesn't know quite what to say. How does she even begin to explain the past several months? The drugs, being locked up by the Penguin, Jon...
One of her hands rubs her arm as she tries to think, but eventually she manages, "Um... do you know what, um, brave toxin is?" Everyone who knows anything about Jon knows what fear toxin is, and the hallucinations it brings. His brave toxin is much less widely known, as he only rarely uses it. But she figures that Summer has a chance of knowing about it, if she's poked her nose into Jon's past crimes enough. She hadn't known about it herself though until her first experience with it - rather than causing fear it renders someone completely incapable of experiencing fear at all.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2013 14:33:33 GMT -5
Summer didn’t actually know about Heather’s current situation, clearly. The statements coming out of mouth were only fueled by the little information that she had been informed of to begin with. Heather’s story was a mix of lies and misconceptions all rolled into one. Being kept in an Asylum might not have meant that she was a prisoner, but to the public eye it said otherwise. However, Summer was hoping to be able to shed some light on the contorted story before she left the building. It was hard to see Heather here rather than thriving in her studio. Summer even found it hard to discuss her recent accomplishments, unsure if her friend was able to have a taste of the outside world. Summer really had no idea what went on inside these walls, but the more she questioned it the more she thought it might make an interesting story. “Oh! Okay! Hair dye, what specific brand do you want and what’s the color? I’ll put a reminder in my-“ Summer reached for her iPhone only to find she had left it up at the front with the security. “-Or maybe I won’t. I don’t see why they wouldn’t let me take my cell in the building. For goodness sake, I’m Summer Gleeson, not the Joker or something. Next time they might try to take my stilettos too claiming they can be used as a weapon.” She sighed, managing a smile up at her friend. “I will just have to remember then, won’t I? No big deal.” She said, attempting to be as reassuring as possible. “Thanks, it means a lot.” She said, quickly dropping the topic. It was so awkward to talk about herself and so Summer jumped right on the topic of Heather. While she was positive she had enough people to talk to with all the doctors running around the building, she hoped it might be a little more reassuring to talk to a friend. Summer noticed that her friend was avoiding eye contact at all cost and as much as she wanted to ask her if she was okay, she was sure she could answer that question herself. After all, she knew that she personally wouldn’t be okay given everything that Heather had been through. “Brave toxin? No actually, I haven’t. I mean, I know what the fear toxin is…it’s basically the Scarecrow’s trademark. Are they similar?” Summer leaned forward curiously, waiting to hear what was going to fall from Heather’s lips next and extremely curious as to what she was talking about. summer is wearing this
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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on Jul 31, 2013 11:04:06 GMT -5
Having been a chronic hair dyer for about five years - since the moment that she was in a position to completely defy everything her parents ever taught her, actually - Heather is actually kind of a connoisseur of hair dye. Normally, she likes to mix, layer, and do all kinds of extra things to make sure that the end result is especially 'cool'. And she likes to experiment and tamper, seeing if she can't get it just a little better than the last time. But now is definitely not a good time to try to do anything elaborate, especially if Summer doesn't have anything to write it down with - better to go with something simple. "Um, Splat has a kit called, er, orange fireballs that I like," she says, figuring that should be simple enough to remember and get. And that ought to do for awhile, at least until Jon gets them out of here.
If Summer feels awkward talking to her, that doesn't begin to describe how Heather feels about it. It's well beyond awkward for her - she remembers how easy it use to be to talk and socialize with Summer and her other old friends but now it's... well, it's almost hard to just be, let alone talk to anyone. Except for Jon, of course, but then again there's relatively little that she has to say to him - especially in words. It's more of a silent understanding, though what words there are become all the more important when they're so rare. Going from being around mostly him a lot and back to the 'real world' - or at least as close to it as Arkham Asylum gets - is a bit of a shock in a way. She'd gotten so sucked into Jon's... Still, it's kind of nice to have this taste of 'normal'. It's certainly doing her way more good than her 'therapy sessions'.
"Um, brave toxin is... well, kind of the opposite, I guess. I mean, you feel kind of normal. Except, um, you're not afraid of anything... but, um, it kind of gets weird because, um..." she tries to explain, pausing and staring at the floor as she tries to figure out adequate words to describe it, "Um, you forget a lot of important things because, um, you forget they're important..." She trails off, frowning slightly as she hopes that she's making sense and rubbing her hands slowly together as if trying to ease her nerves a little. It's a hard thing to describe to someone who hasn't experienced it. Especially since it's been awhile since she's felt it - she kind of misses it really. She may have kicked herself for the things she did under the drug's influence every time it wore off, but it was just so nice to not have to care about the massive number of things she'd had to worry about.
"Um, Jon gave it to me a lot at first. Er, until I got used to... um, everything..." she adds, frowning again as she's once more dissatisfied with her own attempts to describe the situation. It's probably the best she can do to try to explain her actions, though. At least not without explaining VerMillion, anyway - that's where it gets complicated.
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Having the same, vibrant shade of red hair for her entire life Summer was very inexperienced when it came to different types of hair dye. While she was more than willing to purchase some so that Heather could keep up her signature, edgy look, Summer was more than relieved that she had been provided with a brand name so that she wouldn’t mess this up. The reporter went to pull her phone out of her pocket so that she could make a memo to pick up the dye the next time she went out, only to have a blush splash across her cheeks when she recalled that they took her phone before she was allowed to see Heather. However, a journalist never came to an interview unprepared and thankfully had a small pad of paper and pen placed precariously in her pocket. While it was not particularly as up to date as Summer’s reporting style typically tended to be, it would suffice. “No problem. I will pick it up next time I am out.”
Though the redhead considered this a form of interview, there was something ever so personal about it for the fact alone that she knew Heather; they were good friends. The concept was still a bit hard for Summer to grasp, though she did everything in her power in an attempt to not make it awkward. At the same time, it was an internal struggle. After all, how do you just pick up where you left off after the woman you are facing had been physically and mentally tortured? Summer bit her lip as Heather struggled for a proper explanation. She decided to briefly interrupt, further trying to grasp the concept. “So for instance, it makes you feel like you can do anything at all and simply recover from it? Like you are basically invincible? Almost like you could rob a bank and get away with it – no strings attached?” Though Summer had never and most likely would never undergo the sensation she was highly intrigued in its properties. In fact, the redhead wanted to acquire as much knowledge as she possibly could without being overbearing on her friend’s fragile state.
“So, you eventually became immune to the toxin?” The reporter asked calmly, trying to make her voice as soothing as possible. She quickly picked up on the girl’s body language and hoped that she wasn’t being to make the girl uncomfortable. Summer reached out to reassuringly squeeze the girls hand and flash a reassuring smile, disregarding her question for now. “Are you sure you are alight to talk about this? I don’t want to pressure you.” It was funny to hear those words escape her own lips, because usually her intentions were quite the opposite when she was conducting an interview. However, her friendship did somewhat conflict the desire to get a story out of the girl. Summer was just playing the role of a concerned friend at this point, desperately trying to get to the bottom of things.
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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on Feb 7, 2014 14:17:16 GMT -5
Nodding faintly as Summer says that she'll get the dye, Heather says, "Er, thanks - I'll like having that." Which actually kind of understates just how glad she will be to get her preferred hair color back. Naturally it's a dull shade of dirty blonde, which is almost symbolic to her of her time before moving to Gotham - a time that she'd really rather leave in the past. No, not because it was traumatic, but because she'd felt so... confined. And seeing her hair headed back in that direction while she's been so physically confined only overemphasizes the fact that she's... stuck. On the other hand, the extreme color she prefers it to be is proof that she's an independent woman who can choose to do as she pleases. And having a reminder of that here would be very, very welcome.
As Summer attempts to clarify what she said so that they can both be reassured that the words were understood, Heather hesitates for a moment as if to debate with herself just how accurate Summer's understanding is. "Er, well, not exactly," she says after a moment, her forehead wrinkling in thought as she tries to articulate it better, "Um, it's more like... well, you don't think about, um, what will happen. Like, at all." Figuring that perhaps an example might help, she adds, "Like... if you wanted to, um, rob a bank, you'd think, um, about how much you want to, er, rob that bank. And, um, nothing else. So, er, the cops show up and, um, you're surprised 'cause you, um, didn't remember they'd come. And, um, have no plan to escape because, um, you didn't think to expect it. So, er, you don't think you'll, uh, 'get away with it' because, um, you forget you'd need to." And she hopes that helps make it clearer rather than less confusing, because the way that the brave toxin basically short-circuits your ability to plan ahead is perhaps even more profound than how it simply lets you stare danger in the face. The ability to pause and ask yourself 'how might this go wrong?' is kind of important.
And it explains much about especially the first bit of what happened to her, having been in that drug-induced state for awhile. Though she seems confused when Summer asks about her becoming immune to the drug, "Oh, um, not what I meant. I, um, got used to, well, being there with Jon and, um, didn't need the brave toxin to, um, not be scared anymore. So he, um, didn't have to give it to me. You know, after awhile." The more she talks about this, the easier she finds it to do. Maybe she's just getting more comfortable with this specific situation - she's so used to there being something to really feed her nervousness, but this is just her talking in a rather plain room with an old friend. And, perhaps surprisingly, what they're talking about right now doesn't bother her much: like she said, she was drugged until she wasn't scared of the situation she'd been in, recalling it doesn't bother her. On that one point in particular she's probably the least traumatized kidnap victim that there's ever been. Of course, there were plenty of other things that happened that more than made up for that...
But right now she's actually even calm enough that Summer's question actually causes a smile, and even a flickering of eye contact before her eyes instead fixate on the pad of paper in Summer's hand instead. "Oh, it's fine!" she says immediately, "It's good, actually. Because, um, here I only have, well, other patients and, um, this doctor I, er, don't really like, um, to talk to. And before that I had, um, Jon mostly. And you're... well, this is like, um, the most normal, uh, conversation I've had in, like, months. It's good!" And it's actually probably one of the easiest as well, perhaps for that very reason - there's no complicated undercurrent to this conversation for her to stress over.
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As she began to record the words the fell from the redheads’ lips, Summer did her best to keep her eyes on Heather rather than the pad she was recording on. The young reporter was beginning to greatly miss her more high-tech recording devices. Her phone, tablet and voice recorder sat unused near the large security guard and had been taken from her within seconds she stepped foot into the building. Summer was beginning to miss them already as her small hands cramped and she did her best to be the empathic friend that Heather needed right now. The redhead never realized how much she actually relied on her electronics in order to do her research. Not only was it an eye-opener, but she felt as though it wasn’t as the conversation wasn’t as personal. Once she had recorded the facts, she placed the pad next to her so she could have her full attention on Heather.
The recent awareness of this ‘brave toxin’ interested Summer, fully positive that it would make a brilliant exposé for her television show. Summer made a mental note to look into the Scarecrow’s – or to Heather, ‘Jon’, current location. She wondered how realistic a conversation about the toxin with its creator would be, though it would take a lot of strings to pull in order for the situation to properly play out. “I see – so it’s like literally liquid courage. If you don’t mind me asking – how many times do you feel like her injected you with it? I’m guessing you were well, for lack of a better word, the test subject for it all? Sorry if I am asking so many questions, I understand if you don’t want to answer some of them or if it’s hard to talk about. I'm just curious" I’m just trying to get a good idea of everything.” As reckless as it sounded, Summer was secretly wondering how she might get ahold of some of this toxin. Maybe the only was she could really fully grasp the concept was to experience it.
Summer did everything she could not express concern when Heather used the man’s name. It was rare for her to hear him referred to as Jon, though she understood why. Most victims had an emotional attachment to their captors afterward, seeing as they were forced to rely on them for their safety and many other necessities. As much as she wanted to correct her, Summer refrained. “So the toxin basically brainwashed you into think that being his prisoner was okay? This-this is….he’s mad…I am so sorry this happened to you.” Summer said sympathetically, partly wishing that there was something she had done to prevent it and how scary it was to think how it happened to someone so close to her. There were still a massive amount of questions racing through her head, though she didn’t want to test the waters too much. After all, Heather was still recovering. So far, Heather was extremely willing to comply with her questions.
A smile broke across the girl’s face, resulting in a similar expression from Summer. “As long as everything is okay with you. Feel free to stop me if I cross any lines, you know me…I am really good at that.” Summer teased. “I care about you; Heather…I am glad I can help.” Sitting up straight, she cleared her throat, feeling as though she was really beginning to make her own personal breakthrough with the girl “If you don’t mind me asking… did you see any of this coming? I mean…before you were taken. Do you think it was just a pure chance that he took you and it could have been anyone or do you think his actions were always meant to revolve around you?”
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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on Feb 9, 2014 10:16:07 GMT -5
As she sees Summer taking notes on her words, Heather can't help but get a little nervous about that. Yes she knows, having been in the business herself, that what happened to her is probably all sorts of interesting to some people and you just don't pass up a good story. And it isn't that she's concerned about news of all this getting to a wider audience either since she's not too concerned about what people think of her - it's just that it makes her a bit more self-conscious about what she's saying. She doesn't want to accidentally word something wrong and make Summer wrong about something, after all.
But she just tries to concentrate on the fact that she's talking to a friend. And how nice it is to do that, really - she's been so cut off from her life before meeting Jon for so long that it's hard to remember how she was sometimes. Not that she expects to return to it again, ever. No, if she's honest she expects Jon to bust out of here at any time and to take her with him. Well, not at any time since she's not in her cell, across from his in the Intensive Treatment wing - he'll pick a time when she's there, if only because it's easier.
Her forehead wrinkles as she tries to remember how many injections of brave toxin she'd received. That's a very hard thing to remember, though, it was so many. "Um, I don't remember," she replies, "A lot - over ten. Maybe, um, double, triple that? More?" It all kind of blurs together, since she didn't care how much of the drug she'd been getting while she was on it... except that she remembers that she didn't want Jon to ever let it wear off. She may have gotten a little addicted to it. Or maybe a lot addicted to it... "Er, no though, I'm, um, pretty sure he tested it, you know, before me," she adds, "And your questions are fine - er, just fine." Which is true, though the way she's avoiding eye contact probably makes her look at least a little bit not fine at all times.
Though it's true that what happened to Heather is rather unique. It's just plain odd for Jon to hold someone for so long and for him to leave them (relatively) unharmed. That she calls him 'Jon' is also indeed odd - he usually insists that everyone should call him nothing but 'Dr. Crane'. In fact, she's literally the only one who calls him 'Jon', even though there are plenty of people who don't call him what he wants them to - they pick some other variant instead. "Er, it really wasn't, um, that bad being there. He took care of me..." she's quick to protest, though that's exactly the sort of thing someone brainwashed would say. But it really wasn't bad. In fact she wishes that they were never caught so that she could still be there...
When Summer says she can stop her, Heather gives a quick nod - yeah, she assumed she could. She knows that Summer can be really harsh with the questions, but she's suspecting that she wouldn't treat an old friend that way. Her next question strikes Heather as somewhat surprising though, though upon reflection she sees why Summer would ask. "Oh! Um, not this time, no," she replies, "Like, I thought that, um, after the first time he, um, took me we were, well, done." Since that would be more of Jon's M.O. - he'd kidnapped her before this once, taking her from her apartment. But that had been 'normal' for Jon - he'd drugged her with fear toxin and the authorities had rescued her from him that very evening. When he'd taking her right in the middle of her show, that was weird - he's not known to kidnap the same person multiple times (assuming that they survived the first time) any more than it's normal for Jon to hold onto them. "Er, the first time was, um, luck. Er, I mean he rear-ended my, um, car and, well, got my purse and, um, could find me," she explains, "You know, at my apartment." Of course, that whole incident was way less publicized than the second time, when he took her during her radio show, because it had been late at night and she'd been gone for only a few hours - that time between the evening news and the morning news.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2014 15:51:48 GMT -5
Though she doesn’t admit it, Summer is taking this story very personally. It seems as though daily she reports about tragedies that are similar and as devastating as the situation before her, though never until now have any of them hit so close to home. While it would be false to say that she was not sympatric in regards to the situation of the others, it was hard to actually appreciate what had happened to them until it had hit someone she considered herself close too. Summer had lost a great deal of sleep when Heather was reported missing and did everything in her power to insure the fellow redhead had a quick recovery. With that in mind, this interview wasn’t for the sake of a story, but instead to get the actual facts. Fully knowing that it was only a matter of time before the scoop was latched onto by other forms of media that swarmed around Gotham, Summer wanted to be able to put her competitors in their place with the facts – hoping to do her friend justice.
The young reporter quickly scribbled down the girl’s assumption, “That’s mad- no he’s mad…I can’t believe that…” she began, shaking her head in disbelief. How could someone simply just repetitively inject a person with something that was considered a toxin? Clearly, ‘Jon’ belonged in Arkham, whereas Heather was an unfortunate victim in the scheme of things. “Can you remember doing anything impulsive while you were on this brave toxin? Did he encourage you to do certain things for him or did he keep you as a prisoner the entire time? I can understand if you can’t remember certain things.” Seeing as there was no record of this toxin until now, the side effects were unknown. Not to mention, there were sure to be some parts of the experience that Heather had attempted to suppress. Summer honestly couldn’t say that she blamed her.
Forcing a smile in Heather’s direction, she was doing everything in her power to hide how bothered she was by the girl’s captor. However, for the sake of the fellow redhead, she forced a smile and held in her anger until she could find a better outlet later when the interview was over. “Had he ever mentioned on any other victims who might have also been forced to sample the toxin?” Summer asked, tightly gripping her pen in hopes of an answer. Perhaps this interview was not going to stop with Heather.
Pursing her lips at the girl’s statement, the reporter was forced to bite her lip. Took care of her? He kidnapped her! However, she understood the state that she was in. In college she had taken several classes on the subject and now the redhead before her was her psychology classes coming to life. “Heather….” She began softly, but then stopped herself. It may have been her job as a friend, but it was not her place professionally speaking. However, she cared far too much for the girl before her to let the statement go unaddressed. “Okay, I am only saying this because I care about you a lot….You know that Jon is not a good person, right? There is nothing that can justify what he did! He kidnapped you. He stole your life, your career and your friends for the past few weeks to selfishly keep you to himself. I mean, think about it. If he had never taken you, we might be on our break sipping coffee and comparing stories instead of here. You can’t cover for him. What he did was wrong, you are the victim here. Oh- Please don’t be mad at me,” she finished suddenly.
The more that Heather revealed, the more that Summer loathed the man. She silently recorded the information. “So the first time was at your home, but the second time it was right in the middle of your show – I remember, I was in the car when it happened. That’s…odd.” She trailed off, taking a moment to consider the major differences with each situation. He was far from consistent, which only concerned her what he might do next if he managed to get released from his current position at Arkham.
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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on Feb 12, 2014 0:11:40 GMT -5
Though a part of her would like to object to Jon being called 'mad', Heather keeps her mouth shut. Because... well, how exactly does she protest that? Fortunately, the next few questions easily distract her from that discomfort. "Oh, um, yes! Like the very first time he, um, gave me the drug, I, um, tried to stab him with, er, some scissors first thing," she says, though she looks a little embarrassed about that, "I mean, I was mad at him, so... But it didn't, um, work very well." Which is a big understatement, really. Her ability to fight simply doesn't compare with his - he's taller, stronger, faster, and much more experienced at it than she could ever hope to be. He had her disarmed and pinned to a wall before she even knew that happened.
"And, well, he asked me to do things, yes, but, um, nothing weird or bad," she adds, fidgeting somewhat at that answer. Because while that answer is truthful from her perspective, she knows that there were a few things here and there that others would disagree about. For example, she may have helped Jon dispose of a body, but it was absolutely not her fault that the man was dead. And she only helped because she wanted to more than she didn't want to - even if both feelings were definitely there. "And, um, he kept the door locked, er, well in the first place. Um, and the sewers were, well, a maze if I left, you know, the part I knew," she explains. Of course... she only checked the door in the first place a couple of times before she stopped caring about leaving, and she'd had plenty of scattered opportunities here and there to escape if she'd wanted to. But she didn't want to.
The next question is much easier, as the answer is simply, "No." Jon isn't one to talk very much about anything, including his work - even though his work seems to be a favorite subject. Most of what he'd said to her about it was vague comments about how important it is, especially the fear toxin.
Though Heather's attention is far more focused pretty much anywhere but Summer's face, it isn't hard for her to guess based on the tone what sort of expressions are crossing it as her friend basically tells her all the 'bad' things that Jon did to her. "Well, yes..." she answers the question, her voice trailing off before she adds, "People died..." And she saw it happen too, unfortunately, more than once. However, the way she says that makes her thoughts seem unfinished - there's a 'but' she clearly wants to add to that thought, though she doesn't say it. She knows that Summer would probably only try to argue with her if she tried to justify Jon at all. Nobody wants to hear that Jon isn't really a murderer. Or at least, he never sets out to kill anyone - some of them kill themselves while others he did kill but in self-defense. Of course... neither of those would have happened if he hadn't injected them with fear toxin, but... well, it's not like he wanted them to die... And she didn't lie when she said that it wasn't that bad, or that Jon took care of her - both of those are completely true. Mostly.
As for all the rest of what Summer says, Heather can only shrug. She doesn't know why Jon decided to kidnap her again and keep her. All she was able to get out of him is something vague about how she's important. Oh, she has some theories... but none that she's really all that certain about, so she'll not say them here. They'd probably only appall Summer anyways.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 13, 2014 21:34:19 GMT -5
“I can’t say I blame you,” Summer replied quietly, jotting down that bit of information. While she could never say she had been placed in a situation even remotely similar she could only imagine the lengths she would go throw to escape someone like him. Heather’s slender frame was no match for his, and Summer could only assume how well that worked out for her. Flashing her friend a sympathetic smile, she decided not to press on that matter for much longer. Basically, she wanted to leave knowing that Heather knew that everything was going to be okay. Her story wasn’t about to be exploited over every single new station making her appear as a helpless young damsel who fell victim to the Scarecrow. Summer had much too many respect for Heather to let her story be twisted into a mess.
“Do you think you could tell me some of the things that he asked you to do?” Summer highly doubted that it was not bad, but clearly Summer wasn’t a huge fan of ‘Jon’ to begin with. “No matter what he made you do it’s not going to go on the record, I just wanted to know.” At the discovery that he basically kept her like a prisoner, she found it very hard to believe that he treated her as well as Heather tried to convince her. It bothered the young reporter that the fellow redhead didn’t realize how wrong the man’s actions had been. Summer couldn’t even imagine how terrified she would be if it had been her in Heathers place. Instead she had been taking progressive steps in her career while the poor girl was held prisoner. Though it wasn’t her fault, the reporter was hit with a sharp pang of guilt.
Summer looked down when she noticed that a good half an hour had passed and Heather still couldn’t look her in the face. The reporter pursed her red lips and paused, reaching out to squeeze the girl’s hand reassuringly. The subject of death made Summer stand up in her chair. She could only imagine what her friend had seen throughout her captivity. “Do-Do you know who any of those people might be?” The statement alone has sent chills down Summer’s spine and she withdrew her hand from Heather’s in case she needed to take a note. The girl’s hand was cold to the touch, “They keep it pretty cool in here, don’t they.” She said quietly, not really expecting her to answer. Though it appeared as though they were coming to a stopping point, it was simply because Summer was instructed not to push Heather too much. The Arkham staff had given her strict orders as of what she could say and even then Summer had already broken some of the rules. “Heather, is there anything you might want to tell me or add? I’m on your side here. I’m your only hope that making sure that this doesn’t get all blown out of proportion when the rest of the press does manage to get ahold of it – and trust me they will. If there is anything at all you want me to know, on or off the record….you can tell me.”
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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on Feb 14, 2014 11:36:28 GMT -5
Though the fidgeting at the question continues as Summer pressures her to say more about what she was asked to do, after some hesitation, Heather says, "Well, he never asked me to, um, do very much, ever. But, well, for example, the last thing I, um, did for him is he just, um, wanted me to scream. Because, well, the vigilantes were, um, coming and he just, um, wanted them to come find us." And that wasn't so bad, was it? Jon ended up losing that fight, after all, so it's not like that contribution made any real difference. Otherwise they wouldn't be here now.
"So, it wasn't anything, you know, bad," she repeats, clearly desiring Summer to believe that, even if it sounds crazy. In fact, in spite of the fact that there may have been a bad thing here and there, there's a very long list of things that people probably assume happened when she was being held captive for so long that didn't. Of course... there are so many things on that same list that Heather wishes he'd asked of her, even though he didn't...
Her mind quickly lost on that tangent, she's caught somewhat by surprise when Summer's hand is giving her a squeeze. Though she's quick to smile and squeeze it back, as if to reassure Summer in return - yes, horrible things happened, but all things considered she's actually surprisingly okay. "Not really," she answers, which is a fortunate thing to say. It would have been somewhat more horrible if she'd known the people, but generally she didn't, "I don't know names, um, but might remember some faces." She makes a slight face at that, though - she suspects that the cops will pounce her with pictures of people soon, and she'd really rather forget them.
But at least she doesn't have to worry about that while talking to Summer. In fact, even though her friend's comment is by all means lame - not just about the weather but the 'weather' indoors - she's happy to encourage the change of subject by commenting, "It's way better than the, um, sewer was." It'll be awhile before she'll complain about it being cold again!
As Summer starts to ask if there's anything to add, Heather's expression becomes thoughtful, at least until Summer adds the bit about the rest of the press. Oh, she's sure that they will have a field day! "Well, you know that I've, um, never cared what people, you know, think about me," she comments. This, at least, is classic Heather - take away the stammering and the lack of eye contact, and that reaction might as well have come from her before all this. People used to think all sorts of things about her based on the tone she took during her radio show, never mind that she was simply putting on a performance for their entertainment, and she never cared what anyone thought then either. Of course, what people say about her because of Jon will probably be even worse, and probably even more so later since she just knows that Jon will take her with him when he escapes and people will have a field day with that, but it matters to her just as much.
But, putting her mind back on the original question, she pauses thoughtfully for a moment before saying, "But I guess, um, what else I have to, um, say is that I'm, well, okay. I mean, yeah, I know I, um, probably don't seem so good, er, right now, and, um, honestly I think I, um, am probably crazy now, because, well, shit happened to me. But, um, it's still Heather, um, sitting here talking. So, um, I'm not ruined." Hesitating for a moment, she adds, "Er, in fact, um, it's kinda, um, bothering me that, um, you're talking to me, um, like I'm dying or, um, something." There's a pause, but since she can't help but be worried that Summer might be upset by that, she's quick to add, "Er, sorry..." After all, she makes an exception to the not caring about what people think for friends.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 14, 2014 22:14:20 GMT -5
Summer nodded, though there had to be more to this story than this. “That may be the most recent, but are there other instances – perhaps maybe a little more intense that you might be willing to share with me? You were at his mercy for weeks Heather, I highly doubt that all of it was as-“ She paused, unsure to find a better word to not come across as being insensitive. “I mean, were there other things that he asked you to do when you were under the influence of this toxin that you would share with me?” Hoping that she wouldn’t take offense to her prior statement, Summer flashed a smile in hope to smooth it all over. She found it hard to believe that he hadn’t done anything bad to her, seeing as he literally kidnapped her. Assuming that Heather was just brainwashed to the idea that this character was anything less that dastardly was distorting her thinking.
Already, Summer had said too much and voiced her opinion a number of times that should have remained to herself. She just couldn’t help it, this story just hit far too close to home for her to know that she would be leaving the asylum with Heather still trapped inside. Summer wasn’t even sure if Heather was aware that she was a victim in this situation, though she knew it wasn’t her job to try to fix the problem. Counseling was outside of her resume but it was destructive to even the young reporter to know that Heather’s current condition kept her confined inside these walls.
Summer smiled when Heather returned her squeeze. “I’m really glad your back, Heather. I missed you a lot.” She replied genuinely. “And no one can rival your radio host talents.” Her ears perked when the redhead mentioned that she might have recalled some of the faces. The reporter instantly reached for her pen and paper, “Can you describe any of them to me? Just, give me any details that you can. – I mean, if you want to talk about it. That’s-that’s a really touchy subject I am sure”
“I know you don’t, you little rebel.” Summer teased with a playful chuckle. She shrugged and sent a smile in the fellow redhead’s direction. “And you shouldn’t, either. But it’s really only a matter of time before this story blows up. I want to be sure that if they are going to talk, I am able to come to your defense with the facts. That’s just what friends do.” She desperately missed her fearless friend, willing to say whatever on the air and not give a second thought what the critics said.
Summer was a bit taken aback by the girl’s response. She had come here as a friend, attempting to help. The high security made it appear that Heather was fragile, making the reporter a little on edge. Yes, she might have been reserving herself a little simply because that is what she had been told to expect. “Oh, um. Okay.” Summer blinked. “I’m really sorry. I was just trying to help…I never meant to make you feel crazy or – well, dead. And I know you might not care what people say, but I just don’t want the Heather that I know to be slandered and at the same time I didn’t want to push any boundaries and make you talk about things you didn’t want to. I guess – I guess I can just stay out of it all if you would like? I guess I just…I know that this sounds selfish…but this is so new to me. I used to see you every day for lunch and then you just vanished like that only to show back up here. Oh, I’m really sorry Heather…I can go if you would like? I mean I really am sorry. I know it’s still you…and like I said I am glad you are back.”
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