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Post by Deleted on Mar 18, 2014 21:40:35 GMT -5
Summer was confused, but more than willing to listen. In fact, while this not only bubbled up a small amount of fear inside of her it also fascinated her. The redhead easily recalled the larger-than-live, opinionated and feisty persona that Heather instantly transformed into the second she was on air. A warm smile spread to Summer’s face at the recollection of the woman’s rapid-fire interviews and statements, she was more than willing to admit that she had been one of VerMillion’s loyal fans. “Well that doesn’t seem so bad. I mean, VerMillion was a riot.” Summer attempted, unsure of what Heather’s feelings in regards to this situation was.
Her fists tightened at the mention of who ‘broke her mind’. Trying to suppress her anger, she cleared her throat plainly. “Wait, what? I thought his life of crime was in the past? I did a story on it earlier this year? It was all a lie, wasn’t it? He acts so- ohh. He’s good. The-the….” Summer typically didn’t cuss but one seemed to fly out of her mouth. “Bastard. I know you said you couldn’t prove it, but can you remember anything from the time that might have contributed to the breaking? Or anything I can go off of? I mean, maybe I can find something the will prove it, then he can be the one sitting in a cell!” She asked, eager to get a lead on this mystery.
Summer could recall the destruction of the lounge easily; though speaking to Summer seemed to make all the pieces add up. “I wonder why Crane wanted it blown up..” She contemplated, though Heather had already claimed she was oblivious. “Don’t worry, I will do a bit of research and have stuff to report to you next time I come.” Little did Heather know, the next inmate she was paying a brief visit too was her beloved Jon.
“He seems to have a bit of a thing for kidnapping redhead’s now doesn’t he?” She started bitterly at the news, still not pro-Jon even after she had unintentionally managed to upset Heather. Summer paused, pursing her lips as the information regarding VerMillion. Clearing her throat, she looked up at Heather, attempting delicately. “Heather- do you think….um.” She started. “Do you think I could meet her sometime?” Maybe VerMillion would be the key to this puzzle.
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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on Mar 19, 2014 1:27:24 GMT -5
Actually smiling slightly, Heather comments, "We, um, get along. Of course, um, we have no real choice. I mean, you can't get away, um, from someone who is, um, in your head, so you, um, try not to fight. It's, um, kind of like sharing, um, a room or something, um, but even more so, um, sharing a body." Which is kind of a poor comparison, she thinks, but then again it's also probably the closest thing to what she experiences with VerMillion that anyone sane is likely to experience. "Er, she's a cool 'roommate', um, I guess," she adds, "Except when, um, she's not. But that's how, um, things go with 'roommates'." Because, naturally, two different people are likely to disagree on quite a bit. But at least she and VerMillion are way less crazy than Two-Face.
It's actually quite satisfying to see Summer get so angry about the Penguin. "Er, he's lying all right," she says easily, "Er, but maybe if you, um, found where it happened? Er, it was underground, um, like a prison with, um, cells and guards. And I, um, wasn't the only, um, person locked in there." Yeah, that was clearly very illegal and bad. "Er, but I can't really, um, remember where the, um, place was because I, um, was unconscious when, um, I was put in there. Er, and when I left I, um, was..." she says, but then suddenly stops and shudders at the memory, restarting by saying, "...Jon used fear gas, um, on the building when, um, he came and got me." Not a very pleasant way to be rescued at all!
"Er, but VerMillion might, um, remember because, um, fear toxin doesn't, um, work on her at all," she says more confidently, only to frown as she notes that, "Er, but I guess there's a, um, good chance he moved it. You know, since Jon ruined it." Not irreparably at all, but then again the damage was probably more to the secretiveness of the location and not to the structure itself. "Er, but maybe you could, um, find something anyway?" she says hopefully. Perhaps it might be impossible for her to prove that the man did anything to her, but if Summer could find any dirt on him to get him arrested - or even just to get some proper public suspicion pointed in his direction - Heather would be quite pleased.
She can only shrug in reply when Summer asks herself why Jon destroyed the lounge, but she nods when she says that she'll report back what she finds. Though she shifts a bit awkwardly when Summer comments on Starfire. "Er, I didn't know that, um, he had her until, um, we were caught. I think, um, she was in the place, um, where Jon said I was, um, not allowed," she quietly explains, just to clarify that she personally had been innocent and ignorant of that whole thing - even more innocent and ignorant than she usually is about Jon's doings.
Summer's last question causes Heather to hesitate, but before she can respond there's a second hesitation at VerMillion's response to that. "I don't need..." she starts, but then stops and sighs as she adds, "Okay, fi-" But she doesn't get her full acceptance out before she's interrupted.
Her eyes suddenly lift to solidly meet Summer's - not a fleeting flicker of a glance. In fact, if anything she's making the opposite mistake and staring. Straightening up in her chair, she seems to look at Summer oddly for a few moments before she laughs and says, "Okay, this is weird! We've never talked to anyone we knew before all of this since we split, so... Damn, I remember you, but it's all hazy - not really my memories." Unlike Heather, VerMillion speaks with complete calm and confidence. In fact, she's really quite relaxed at the moment - not a care in the world, really. Well, except that Summer who she remembers even though she hasn't met her yet is really quite interesting. "Huh - maybe I should start with, 'Hi, I'm VerMillion'?" she asks with a laugh, extending a hand to shake.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 24, 2014 19:46:25 GMT -5
Summer shrugged in agreement. After all, it only made since. Heather couldn’t escape the woman that appeared to share half of her mind after the ‘breaking’ incident. The redhead even chuckled when she referred to VerMillion as a roommate. Listening carefully and asking questions she only hoped were appropriate for this particular setting – Summer wasn’t exactly sure what qualified as a decent question. While she had conducted many different interviews within the Asylum walls, this was different for the fact alone that Heather was her friend, someone she had spent many afternoons with. Meeting VerMillion was almost like meeting Heather’s new girlfriend.
However, she resented the idea of VerMillion as well. Summer selfishly wanted Heather to be the same successful woman she was months ago before any of the Scarecrow business had come into the picture. While it was simply selfish, she also felt a bit guilty with each increasing statement. While the young reporter had been the first on the scene to report the news after Heather’s abduction, she wished there had been something more at the time that she could have done to help.
“Gotcha, I can totally do that.” She grabbed the notebook that had been already placed back in her purse to quickly retrieve it and hastily write down Heathers observations of the cell. “Do you remember any of the others who were in there as well? Did they tell you names? Maybe I can attempt to reach out to them as well – but don’t worry Heather, I will find out. I’m pretty good at being nosy.” Sending a playful wink in the fellow redhead’s direction, her heartbeat picked up excitedly at the idea of being able to contribute somehow.
Her ears perked when she informed her that VerMillion might be able to fill her in on some of the lost memories, making her only want to speak to the woman even more. Persisting that she wanted to talk to the alter-ego-gone-wrong, Summer’s eyes were peeled as Heather slipped away, allowing VerMillion to surface. The change was both notable and almost instant. Her wide eyes watched the subtle transformations, but Summer was easily able to pick upon it during her observations. The confidence of the woman before her practically excelled her own but the redhead sat up straight in her chair. “Hopefully all good things.” Summer attempted lightly, reaching forward for an introduction. This concept was still completely bizarre, but the young woman was trying to do her best to adapt to the curveballs being thrown at her. “I’m Summer Gleeson. It’s nice to meet you.”
Questions raced through her mind, but the words didn’t seem to escape her lips the way that she wanted them too. “So, I am a bit confused. You can see into some of Heather’s memories?”
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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on Mar 25, 2014 16:26:52 GMT -5
If anything, Heather looks more anxious while trying to answer questions about the Penguin's prison than she has about anything else they've talked about. Being kidnapped was rough, but she's coped with that. Living with Jon is no big deal except for a few small parts. The Penguin's prison, though? That was literally torture. She's not sure how she would have survived it if VerMillion hadn't happened. Her eyes going to the floor, she wraps her arms around herself again as she comments, "Er, I don't remember. Er, VerMillion might though. Er, I never saw them, um, the walls were solid, um, but I could hear them, um, crying, screaming, but, um, the guards would hurt us, um, if we tried to talk." And yes, being there was exactly as horrible as that sounds. There's a reason why Heather can't look people in the eyes or talk with confidence, and it has nothing to do with Jon.
Laughing easily at the 'all good things' remark, VerMillion shakes her head and says, "Oh, not just some of them - all of them. It's just like..." She pauses and frowns, trying to come up with an acceptable comparison before she brightens at a good one. "Have you ever woken up with a hangover, and you can remember everything you did the night before, but you really kind of have to work at it? That's what all the stuff before Jon gave Heather brave toxin is like - like when I try to remember you," she explains, "But the stuff when Heather was on brave toxin, even though I guess I didn't exist yet, is perfectly clear as if it was me. And then of course everything since I happened I just remember normal."
Shrugging at that, she continues by saying, "So, I pretty much know you already... but you don't know me? Except I am a lot like Heather..." That's where this gets confusing... Shrugging at that, she adds, "Oh, and I can see and hear what Heather does when I'm 'in', so I know what you guys were talking about - Heather's the same way so she's watching and listening now. And she can talk to me in my head. Dr. Arkham says that's called being co-aware." Which is the other thing that people seem to be most confused about.
As she speaks her eyes drift off every now and then, especially when she's thinking, but the vast majority of the time her eyes remain firmly fixed on Summer to an abnormal degree. Though at least the intensity of that habit is lessened somewhat by her easy smile and relaxed movements.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2014 23:37:15 GMT -5
Summer silently vowed to herself to uncover whatever questions that Vermillion could answer for her and inform Heather so that she was no longer in the dark. With a burning curiosity, the redhead intended to pry any information out of VerMillion that she could in regards to the case, despite what it took. While this woman before her had suddenly transformed from close friend to perfect stranger, the young reporter tried to repress her absolute shock that might have consumed most people.
Listening to VerMillion’s lament, Summer listened intently, nodding at various points to know that she fully understood. “So, when Heather was mumbling under her breath, she had been talking to you the entire time?” Her curiosity getting the best of her, she put on a pleasant expression, hoping that she might be let in on whatever the two had been previously discussing. “Were you checking on her or something?” It was interesting to see the other side of all of this. In a way, Summer also felt as though she had known VerMillion for a while know – in fact, she reminded her greatly of the woman who she listened to on the radio every day up until the kidnapping, same spunk and everything.
Summer noticed her consistent eye-contact and being a woman who conducted interviews daily, she didn’t find it abnormal, however, it was very different considering the woman a matter of minutes ago couldn’t even look her in the eyes for a matter of minutes. “So if you have been tuned into our conversation this whole time, you already know what I need to know.” Summer smiled, “Hopefully you will be able to fill me in on some of the missing parts to Heather’s story. Do you know the place she was talking about?”
However, there were several other questions at the tip of her tongue that were dying to escape as well. Summer was practically fascinated by this ‘Brave Toxin’ and ‘Fear Toxin’ concept. While she had always been aware of one, it hadn’t been until this meeting that she was even aware of the other. She also was curious to see the woman’s views on both and why she might have been immune to one of the toxins in particular. Still, one step at a time.
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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on Apr 4, 2014 7:49:13 GMT -5
"Yep," VerMillion confirms with a nod, "I was only asking her if she was okay or if she needed me to take over - she freaks when she gets too upset, and that's not good for anyone, and she was getting upset so I asked." She shrugs and adds, "See, I don't get as upset as she does, and when I'm upset I don't freak, so it's better if I handle it when things get rough. So I, like, take care of her. Though she's getting better - well, a little." Painfully slowly, really, but it's not like she has any choice but to be patient with Heather. "I mean, I was sure she was gonna freak when you said Jon's a monster, but she didn't. She's... kinda touchy about Jon," she explains with a slight grin - clearly VerMillion doesn't have that same problem.
Though after having said that, she frowns and looks away from Summer as she says, "What do you mean? She's a friend, I can't tell her things now?" She pauses and then scoffs before she adds, "Well, I'm not going to tell her that - I promised him I wouldn't. Anything else?" Another pause, though this time she rolls her eyes and says, "Well, I can try not to tell her that, but she's not stupid - she'll figure it out. Besides, aren't friends supposed to get told this sort of thing? ...Wait, you're scared to, right?" This time the pause is accompanied by a sigh and she asks, "Since when do we care what people think?" There's one last pause that ends with a smirk and she looks back at Summer and simply states, "Yeah, FYI, Heather and I are both in love with Jon." A bombshell that Heather was far too timid to even think about dropping, but for VerMillion it isn't a big deal at all. After all, you're supposed to tell your friends when you like a guy, right?
As Summer mentions what she and Heather were talking about before, VerMillion's forehead wrinkles - she remembers, but her mind has drifted away from that far enough that she actually has to think about it. "Oh yeah - Penguin's prison. Man that place sucked! Let me think... We were knocked out when we were brought in... or, actually, I guess I didn't exist yet and it was just Heather..." she thinks out loud, shrugging before continuing, "Couldn't tell where we were from the inside, but when Jon carried us out..." Pausing to think, she says, "It was a warehouse... Somewhere in east Gotham. In the warehouse district - you know, near the docks? But not, like right in the docks - more, like, the business park?" Though that only narrows it down to like a dozen warehouses, each of them huge, so that's hardly giving Summer the exact spot. "Hmm, it was dark outside when we left and I was so excited to be out that I didn't really care where we were," she explains, "Jon probably knows the exact address though - he found us, after all." Found them, fear gassed the building, and then carried them out because they couldn't walk - kind of romantic, really.
There's a pause before she remembers that there was another question. "Oh, yeah! And the other people? There were four of them. No, five - one of them never made any noise so it was easy to forget, but I remember they'd give that room food at mealtimes. Have no idea who that was, but the others were a woman and a girl, and two young guys. But I don't remember any names. I mean, I might have heard some, but most of the time I was too busy thinking about my leg to really care about them," she explains before commenting, "You think the asylum is bad? That place was at least fifty times worse."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2014 19:06:25 GMT -5
Summer forced a smile, trying to keep an open mind to this experience. “Well, I can assure you that she can handle me on her own. We have been friends for years, if for some reason Heather was becoming upset with me I am sure that we could have worked things out. That's what friends do.” Rubbing her red lips together momentarily, she sat there trying to grasp this concept and wonder what exactly VerMillion’s perception of Summer was. After all, Summer was still struggling to discover her own opinions in regards to the split personality. “I mean, that’s nice of you and everything, but don’t you think you should let her fight her own battles?”
The redhead had to do everything she could to bite her tongue when Crane’s name surfaced once again. “I didn’t mean to offend her or anything, but she has to realize that he isn’t healthy.” She hoped that maybe that bit of the conversation might die off there but it kept twisting and turning chaotically with each word that fell from VerMillion’s lips. Sumer couldn’t help but force a laugh at her comment. “Me? I’m not scared. What would make you think that?” It seemed almost pointless to argue with the girl, though Summer was finding it harder to resist the urge to with each passing minute. “I’ve always cared what Heather thought. I am just trying to get the whole story” Summer piped up, slightly annoyed at the statement. “If you know Heather so well you would also know that we’ve been friends for quite some time. I mean, I would love to be your friend too, VerMillion.”
It was the next statement to leave the woman’s lips that resulted in a speechless Summer – a very rare phenomenon. She paused for a moment, rubbing her temples before she looked back up to face the girl. “What if he doesn’t love both of you back? Or what happens when he starts to favor one over the other?”
Penguins Prison. Now they were getting somewhere. Summer quickly jotted down the information that VerMillion had relayed to her. “I know exactly where you are talking about.” When she mentioned Jon’s name, Summer sighed once more, a small smirk playing on her lips. “Well, I will just have to ask ‘Jon’ then, won’t I? I have a meeting arranged with him as well this afternoon.” She wasn’t sure if she should have allowed such information to slip, but it had.
Summer listened eagerly to VerMillion’s enlightening information. “Do you think those poor people are still there? Wait-what happened to your leg?” She asked, glancing downward for a moment as VerMillion’s last statement ran through her head. Worse than the Asylum? She couldn’t imagine. Poor Heather. Poor VerMillion…and Crane was the one to rescue them? Her confusion was only building.
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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on Apr 15, 2014 18:32:24 GMT -5
As Summer expresses her confidence in Heather's ability to handle her, VerMillion makes a face. "See, I don't know that she could. I mean, ever since Jon stopped giving her brave toxin she'd sometimes freak so bad that she'd stop breathing and pass out - you want me to let her do that?" she asks rhetorically, a quick shake of her head indicating that she's not about to stop interfering with that. It isn't a pleasant experience to pass out, even if she's not the one in control at the time and even if it cures itself - she starts breathing again the moment she's unconscious.
When Summer asks why she's being asked if she's scared, VerMillion sighs and glances in her direction. "I was asking Heather, not you," she explains. Because, yes, she talks to 'herself' sometimes. Which, she'll admit, is confusing - even to her. And so much more confusing when the people she's with start thinking that she's talking to them because they're not keeping up with that. Oh well, she just has to manage these things as best as she can. There's no real way of getting around the fact that having more than one person in one body makes things really complicated, but she forges ahead by holding up a finger to try and quiet Summer until she's done talking to Heather and finally turns to tell Summer about how they feel about Jon.
And when she does, she looks a bit amused by how she's managed to render Summer speechless - she knows how hard that is to do! "We're pretty sure he does like us back. I mean I do - Heather goes back and forth on that," she shrugs, "And yeah, it's complicated and all that - I wouldn't care if Jon likes Heather more though, just so long as he likes me too. It's hard though - he doesn't believe that love is a real thing." She frowns at that and admits, "Jon doesn't think normal. But that doesn't mean that he doesn't take good care of us. And he's never hurt us. Not on purpose, anyway, I think. He does a lot of crazy, confusing crap, but he also really has that dark and mysterious thing going too..." By the end of saying that, she has a crooked half-grin on her face - obviously, she finds him rather attractive.
In spite of Summer's worries, VerMillion doesn't seem much affected by the idea that Summer will see Jon. "Oh, cool! Don't call him 'Jon' though - we're the only ones who do. Call him Dr. Crane - he likes that. You don't need to worry about speaking freely to him, but good luck on any straight answers if you ask him to explain himself or other people. Oh, and when he starts talking about fear - because he will - don't argue. It's a waste of time," she says easily, passing along all of the tips she has about talking to Jon. It's an art - one that she's hardly mastered, but at least she has much more experience than most.
When asked about the other people in the prison, she can only shrug. "I have no idea - haven't heard a thing about the place since Jon rescued us," she replies, "And Penguin shot us in the leg twice on, like, our third day there. I mean, it was Heather he shot - I still didn't exist yet - but Heather couldn't handle the prison, like, at all, so I was the one that had to deal with most of it." The frown at that point indicates that VerMillion has at least a little bit of unresolved annoyance at Heather about that part. "They bandaged it up, but it didn't really heal - Heather thinks that it was infected," she explains, shrugging at that part, "But after Jon saved us he gave us drugs and it got better."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2014 15:24:10 GMT -5
“Of course not.” Summer replied, forcing a smile as she tried to prevent herself from making any type of snappy comment back to VerMillion. She was still adjusting to this multiple personality thing – or whatever one might call it. At this given moment Summer would have done anything to reverse time and go back to before Heather had even been captured by Crane in the first place, back when VerMillion was merely an alias. “Of course not. Prehaps you are right.” Summer practically forced herself to say. She spent an entire three years biting her tongue at Gotham Live and now she was on top, replacing those who bossed her around with ease. She hoped that a similar strategy would work for this conversation with VerMillion, though she was finding it incredibly difficult to remain optimistic.
“Is brave toxin addictive?” Summer questioned the girl, growing even more curious of such a substance. It seemed that the more time that passed she grew more interested in Brave toxin and its qualities. Though she would never voice such an opinion to VerMillion, Summer somewhat wanted to experience the sensation herself. Clenching her jaw as VerMillion informed her that wasn’t addressing the young reporter; Summer had to force herself not to inform the fellow redhead how rude she was. “Right. You’ll have to forgive me. The last time I spoke to Heather – before everything – you weren’t necessarily around. I’m still adjusting.” The redhead admitted.
It was interesting to hear her reply on their interesting little love triangle. “So what happens if you or Heather fall for another guy?” The more she talked with them, the more she began to piece things together. Some of the confusion was eliminated, though more questions surfaced as she tried to piece everything together. They believed that Crane wasn’t the bad guy in all this. Summer isn’t able to resist wrinkling her nose at VerMillion’s gushing over Crane. “I think we have very different tastes in men.” It’s almost as if the girl before her could sense her nerves, because she began giving her a bit of advice. “I don’t plan on calling him Jon; there are plenty of other names I would like to call him though.” She informed. “But thanks for the advice.” She managed a smile. There were plenty of things she wanted to say to him, but she wasn’t sure if her nerves would get in the way.
“Shot you?” Her eyes grew wide, how did she not know this yet? “He’s insane…Heather said that Crane destroyed the prison, right? Or am I getting things confused? So- that would mean that The Iceberg Lounge was the prison…right?” Her attention turned back to the injury and she cringed at the thought. “Infected? Can you still walk alright?”
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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on Apr 28, 2014 18:49:59 GMT -5
The question about brave toxin gets an uncaring shrug and VerMillion says, "Probably." Unlike Summer or Heather, VerMillion couldn't care less about the substance, though she does have some vague recollection that Heather acted weird when Jon didn't give her the drug. It's not a very clear memory though, and it's not like she's an expert who could say for sure in any event.
She's also unbothered by Summer's reaction to the clarification of who she'd been talking to. In fact, she nods easily and says, "Yeah, we're still adjusting too. I mean, Heather's still kind of used to being alone and I... Well, I only exist because someone else went crazy, and... I don't know how to feel about that. I mean... how would you feel?" Though she knows that Summer can only guess about what it's like, she's willing to bet that the guesses wouldn't be too far off from the mark. It's complicated and it sucks.
Actually blinking in surprise when Summer asks her about other guys, VerMillion is very quick to say, "Oh, I wish that Heather would fall for another guy, honestly. I mean - I don't think that I'm all that picky when it comes to guys. Just if he's, you know, not ugly and treats us right... If Heather fell for another guy that would be great because I'm sure I'd like him too, and Jon... kind of sucks in a lot of ways. But he's the only guy for Heather, and... well, if I tried to go find someone else to love that would be... even more complicated than things are already. It's not that I don't love Jon it's just... there's got to be easier guys out there we could love instead. Plenty of fish in the sea and all that." She sighs and shakes her head, commenting, "I mean, I kind of just appeared in the middle of all this, so I can only do the best I can with it." Making a bit of a face, she then shrugs it off - no sense dwelling too much on things outside of her control, after all.
And she doesn't seem to be much bothered when Summer doesn't agree with her attraction to Jon, simply shrugging that off and saying, "Well, I know him a lot better than you, so..." Because she does think that Summer would more agree with her if she'd seen the same side of him as she has. Then again, the fact that she's unable to fear him plays a huge part of it as well. When thanked for her advice, she nods and says, "Oh, you're welcome." It may be seem a bit odd, but it's her inability to fear that actually gives her a rather strong ability to sense fear in others, even though she doesn't see it that way. When people are afraid, they seem to be behaving totally illogically to VerMillion, so when she saw hints of that in Summer she simply explained to her friend why she didn't need to act like that.
Nodding once to confirm that, yes, she was shot, VerMillion emphasizes the point by saying, "Twice." True, in a way the second shot wasn't as bad in the sense that the first already meant that she'd be in a lot of pain and two shots just meant that it was that much worse, but she doesn't want the fact that there were two shots to go unnoted. Her brow furrows for a moment at Summer's questions about the prison verses the Lounge, but when she sees where the confusion is, she quickly shakes her head. "No, Jon destroyed the Iceberg Lounge. The prison was a completely different place - unless Jon did more than I know about, he only gassed the place and didn't destroy it. Heather just doesn't think that the Penguin would have kept the place since Jon knows where it is now," she clarifies, before shrugging at the last bit since she herself doesn't know one way or the other about it. "And yeah, my leg is fine now," she says, idly rubbing the spot that used to hurt so bad, "The drugs Jon gave me fixed it right up."
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Post by Deleted on May 5, 2014 17:04:21 GMT -5
“You seem somewhat…indifferent about the newer of the toxins. I am sure you are aware of the havoc that fear toxin has caused in this city, does it not concern you that this could lead to a whole new epidemic?” She was completely enthralled with the idea of this newer toxin with each passing section of the conversation. In all honesty, the young reporter could not even fathom what was racing around in the fellow redheads mind. At one point she had been so close to Heather that she thought she was able to read the woman like the back of her head. However after this recent revelation, Summer felt like maybe the woman she had befriended changed and she was still adjusting.
“I honestly don’t know.” She managed with a forced smile. “I am sure that would be a bit difficult, especially seeing as not every is as open-minded as I am toward the situation.” She genuinely smiled at VerMillion’s guy-talk. In fact, she seemed a lot more put together than Heather at this moment. “That sounds pretty rational. As you can tell I am not a huge fan of Dr. Crane. I feel like she could do much better, both of you could.” She encouraged, hoping that the stronger of the two personalities might relay the message later on.
Summer was doing rather well at ignoring how brash the woman’s statements were, especially seeing as she was more than willing to supply her with answers. “That’s true, and I am very thankful for that.” She uncrossed her legs and alternated them, growing uncomfortable in the chair that they provided for her. It was extremely simple and she was sure the last thing in mind when it was designed was comfort, but she ignored it and took a note of the much-needed advice that Summer needed when she was going to see Crane. Nerves bubbled up inside her as she glanced up at the clock behind VerMillion’s head, time was growing pretty scarce.
“Oh, okay…Thanks. I get it now. So I know where one is, now I just need to locate where the prison is – or was.” She said, mostly for herself, running her fingers through her curls as she continued to glance in the direction of VerMillion’s leg. “Good to know you are alright now and there is no serious damage. Do you know what drugs he gave you? I mean, I am sure that wasn’t the priority at the time…but I thought I would ask. If you couldn’t tell already I’m just a bit curious.” She smiled.
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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on May 9, 2014 16:28:51 GMT -5
Summer's question causes VerMillion simply to shrug and say, "Not really. Jon doesn't seem to like the brave toxin as much as the fear toxin anyway." She doesn't have much reason to ponder brave toxin anyway - she's pretty much naturally on the drug 24/7 without having to take it, after all. Which is why she can't be concerned about what Jon will do with it - even if she didn't have reason to doubt that Jon would use it to cause an epidemic, she'd still be completely positive that even if he did use it to do that it would all turn out just fine anyway. And if everything wasn't just fine she'd still be certain that it would get better - even if it got worse instead. It's impossible to remove VerMillion's rose-colored glasses.
"That's putting it mildly," she remarks at Summer's guess at what it's like to be her. It's definitely more than a 'bit' difficult, but Summer has the general idea. And she frowns slightly as Summer says that she could do better than Jon. "See, that's where we disagree. Because Jon is not a bad guy," pausing, she realizes what she just said and hastily corrects herself, "I mean, Jon isn't a bad guy to us - me and Heather. Yeah, I know what he does to other people, but we're different. He's good to us. Or at least he does his best. Honestly, he couldn't do better than us, and I think that he knows that. So he's not bad, he's just hard - and I don't like hard." She pauses then she smirks as she adds, "And Heather says that she doesn't want to do better." Her other half is certainly the poster child for 'madly in love'...
When asked about the drugs for her leg, she's quick to frown and shake her head. "Oh, I have no idea. We stole a bunch of stuff from this lady's cabinet and I think he got more... And he, like, mixed stuff together before he gave it to me," she says, shrugging and adding, "Jon's good at lab/medicine/science stuff like that though. I mean, he came up with fear toxin, so of course he knows drug stuff." He just normally uses that knowledge in a way that society doesn't really appreciate at all. In fact, Heather has to actually work at it to appreciate it. VerMillion doesn't appreciate it at all but doesn't hold it against him anyway - he works primarily with an emotion that she doesn't understand, after all, but they wouldn't be the first couple where one didn't understand the other's work.
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Post by Deleted on May 16, 2014 19:21:31 GMT -5
Summer couldn’t help but roll her eyes as Heather chimed in with her undying love for Dr. Crane. “Alright, alright. I won’t push on the matter anymore. You clearly both know my opinion and I know yours. For now we can just leave it at that.” It didn’t seem like they were going to agree on such a matter. In their eyes and from there experiences, Crane wasn’t the villain that Summer had reported him as. Though she could sit there and inform the women both of several of the instances that she could easily recall from his past crimes, the redhead refrained.
As she listened to VerMillion recall the incident, she nodded with a simple shrug. “Well, there is no denying that he is brilliant…” She allowed her sentence to trail off, her eyes lighting up as she looked around the room in search for any cameras. Once she spotted one, she frowned but turned back to the woman before her. “I can’t tell you too much now, but I can tell you that I am going to go undercover-“ Just as she started to inform the woman, time appeared to be against them.
The opening of the door behind her caused Summer to jump as she whirled around to see two members of the Arkham staff standing in the doorway. One steps forward slightly while the other maintained his position at the door. The leaner of the two who started toward Summer smiled at her discomfort. “I’m sorry Miss. Gleeson, but the hour is up. I’m afraid it’s time for your next arrangement.” His crooked smile caused her to wrinkle her nose slightly, but she quickly replied to him with her charming, white smile. “Oh, yes. I’m sorry. It seems like I have lost track of time. Please, give me just a few moments to say goodbye to my dear friend and I will be right with you.”
The man’s face grew solemn in an instant. “Now, Miss. Gleeson.” The redhead turned back to VerMillion with a bit of an annoyed look at the rush. “I guess that’s my cue. Wish me luck, and it was lovely to meet you. Next time I visit I will bring that hair dye.” With that, she stood up. The mess of nerves in her stomach only seemed to intensify as he paused at the doorway for a moment and was lead down a series of hallways.
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