Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Sept 13, 2014 22:06:43 GMT -5
The slide had hit him hard. Dr. Crane ran with his arm near his chest and the disk still in his pocket. He knew what he had to do and what Edward wanted done. But why was he doing it for Edward? Why did he accept it? He could always find benefit in it that wasn’t the reason others would say….and that’s what he intended upon doing. I would get what Edward wanted, but he’d do it his own way as he always did.
His shoulders were twisting as he walked, he needed to sit down somewhere and assess the damage but he was still on the run. There was nothing that would be stopping him from fixing his arm, besides finding the tools to be able to do so. He turned the corner and ran down crime alley as quickly as he could. He found an apartment door and checked it with his good arm, it wouldn’t budge. He jumped off of the stairs and went to the next door that was huddled further in the alley with a number on the door. His hand jiggled the handle, expecting it to be locked but it wasn’t.
Surprisingly, he was able to let himself right in. His original plan was to break one of the locks if he had to, but this was almost too good to be true. He looked around for any sign of someone but he didn’t see anyone right away. Slowly he closed the door and then ducked into the hall where he found a small corner bathroom. He was just here for supplies. He would get the supplies, fix his arm and get out of here. He would head back to his lab and figure out what to do with the information and tasks that Edward wanted him to do. He would take care of this, just as he said he would.
His arm throbbed and he could feel it beginning to swell. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d fractured it. Dr. Crane grabbed some over the counter pain pills from the cabinet and took the cloth hanging from the shower rack. He put it over his arm and made a quick make-shift sling from it. It would be something to stabilize his arm until he could get to his lab to take care of it. Dr. Crane took what he needed, closed the mirror and went back into the living room where he stood in front of the owner of the home.
The woman unfamiliar to him, older and far shorter than him. He had walked into the house of an old woman, from the appearance of herself and the environment around her she lived alone. He fears bled through her environment with each object he looked over but then his eyes settled on her. Dr. Crane straightened as much as he could with his arm being in pain. He went to move through her, past her like she wasn’t there. His demeanor was unstable as he continued walking, the possibilities running through his mind was who she was and what made her who she was. He knew the truth but she didn’t understand it. He didn’t have time to have a session right now. He wasn’t going to deal with her, but then his eyes caught with hers and he couldn’t help himself.
“Are you scared?” He asked her softly as he approached her, towering over the older woman. Even with an injured arm he had no loss in confidence to be able to deal with her, she was just a patient.
His shoulders were twisting as he walked, he needed to sit down somewhere and assess the damage but he was still on the run. There was nothing that would be stopping him from fixing his arm, besides finding the tools to be able to do so. He turned the corner and ran down crime alley as quickly as he could. He found an apartment door and checked it with his good arm, it wouldn’t budge. He jumped off of the stairs and went to the next door that was huddled further in the alley with a number on the door. His hand jiggled the handle, expecting it to be locked but it wasn’t.
Surprisingly, he was able to let himself right in. His original plan was to break one of the locks if he had to, but this was almost too good to be true. He looked around for any sign of someone but he didn’t see anyone right away. Slowly he closed the door and then ducked into the hall where he found a small corner bathroom. He was just here for supplies. He would get the supplies, fix his arm and get out of here. He would head back to his lab and figure out what to do with the information and tasks that Edward wanted him to do. He would take care of this, just as he said he would.
His arm throbbed and he could feel it beginning to swell. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d fractured it. Dr. Crane grabbed some over the counter pain pills from the cabinet and took the cloth hanging from the shower rack. He put it over his arm and made a quick make-shift sling from it. It would be something to stabilize his arm until he could get to his lab to take care of it. Dr. Crane took what he needed, closed the mirror and went back into the living room where he stood in front of the owner of the home.
The woman unfamiliar to him, older and far shorter than him. He had walked into the house of an old woman, from the appearance of herself and the environment around her she lived alone. He fears bled through her environment with each object he looked over but then his eyes settled on her. Dr. Crane straightened as much as he could with his arm being in pain. He went to move through her, past her like she wasn’t there. His demeanor was unstable as he continued walking, the possibilities running through his mind was who she was and what made her who she was. He knew the truth but she didn’t understand it. He didn’t have time to have a session right now. He wasn’t going to deal with her, but then his eyes caught with hers and he couldn’t help himself.
“Are you scared?” He asked her softly as he approached her, towering over the older woman. Even with an injured arm he had no loss in confidence to be able to deal with her, she was just a patient.