Post by Deleted on Mar 19, 2014 9:31:01 GMT -5
The night had crept into Gotham, a subtle breeze danced across the dockyard and over the water. It was a clear night, Gotham seemed to be falling into a silent slumber for once, which made Jervis feel more relaxed in the idea of venturing out to the Docks for some much needed space. The bright lights of Gotham danced on the surface of the fairly calm water, rippled reflections of the dim hope in Gotham. The cold winter breeze kissed his breathe with frost.
Jervis ran his thin hands through his wheat colored hair as he walked along the docks edge, his mind in a flurry as he gazed down and paused for a moment underneath a lamp post. He had been having nightmares of his past and been nitpicked in his therapy sessions at Arkham. It seems things were slipping, his madness returning though at the current state it seemed to be merely moments of delusions, dreams and rather taboo fantasies. Yes, Jervis would have to get a hold of himself before things began to take a rather twisted turn. He had not gone this far from his cell in Arkham to be just thrown back in over some small mishap.
His voice was soft like silk on a rose petal," Oh my dear Alice....." A tear formed in his grey-blue eyes as he looked up from his downward gaze and into the night sky. He was still deeply fond of the imaginary 'Alice ' that he once loved and cherished," What am I to do? I feel so empty and lost...... Oh bother these lonesome days where I cannot find peace anywhere.....or with anyone...."
Jervis sighed heavily and reached into the pocket of his long trench coat and pulled out bottles of his medication, his name neatly labeled on all five orange plastic containers. He bit his lower lips for a moment, pondering on whether he should toss his medication into the water a few feet from him or go on having his mind numb of all thoughts and feelings that made him happy. He had come so far from what he use to be, yet even with the freedom of being among the civilians of Gotham... Jervis disliked the idea of no longer being able to feel the joys and giddy pleasures of the things he enjoyed, His hats, his tea time...and his beloved Alice.
Jervis ran his thin hands through his wheat colored hair as he walked along the docks edge, his mind in a flurry as he gazed down and paused for a moment underneath a lamp post. He had been having nightmares of his past and been nitpicked in his therapy sessions at Arkham. It seems things were slipping, his madness returning though at the current state it seemed to be merely moments of delusions, dreams and rather taboo fantasies. Yes, Jervis would have to get a hold of himself before things began to take a rather twisted turn. He had not gone this far from his cell in Arkham to be just thrown back in over some small mishap.
His voice was soft like silk on a rose petal," Oh my dear Alice....." A tear formed in his grey-blue eyes as he looked up from his downward gaze and into the night sky. He was still deeply fond of the imaginary 'Alice ' that he once loved and cherished," What am I to do? I feel so empty and lost...... Oh bother these lonesome days where I cannot find peace anywhere.....or with anyone...."
Jervis sighed heavily and reached into the pocket of his long trench coat and pulled out bottles of his medication, his name neatly labeled on all five orange plastic containers. He bit his lower lips for a moment, pondering on whether he should toss his medication into the water a few feet from him or go on having his mind numb of all thoughts and feelings that made him happy. He had come so far from what he use to be, yet even with the freedom of being among the civilians of Gotham... Jervis disliked the idea of no longer being able to feel the joys and giddy pleasures of the things he enjoyed, His hats, his tea time...and his beloved Alice.