Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Sept 27, 2014 14:09:07 GMT -5
Dr. Crane had little options in front of him. It seemed at every turn he was running into another dead end. Now out of his previous protection there were only two options, one had been stripped from him because of something that he’d done. His path with Edward was still to be determined. He never took Edward to be a liar, but if what he said was true it was crucial to him that he gets to that by whatever means he could. Right now though, it was unlikely that he was going to give that up. The other option was to go back into his previous employment.
Perhaps in the long run employment wasn’t the correct word. Although he was supplied and given a rather large sum of money to work with he never actually felt like an employee. At any time he could be drug out to do and task and was several times. He had been ambushed and pinned punished for what he believed to be no good reason. Ra’s would just never understand what he was doing, and how could he? They had their own motives in mind, Dr. Crane’s just had more worth.
Slavery was not an option he wanted to go back to.
Dr. Crane would never admit that he found himself in a flower shop on the other side of town for desperate reasons. He hadn’t had a shipment in weeks and his supply was diminishing. The worst part about it was that Ra’s knew this and he knew he was going to be waiting for him. He felt like he was in a painting full of color against the black backdrop of Gotham through the window. His fingers traced the petals of a few of the flowers gently. They came in all shapes and sizes. Seeing flowers in this condition in Gotham was a rarity and a price came with it. The city seemed to repel growth of any kind unless you headed outside of it.
Dr. Crane wore a long trench tonight, within it hidden four syringes, his mask and two short scyths. His collar was pulled up and he wore large shades to hide his eyes. It was the only way he was able to get around during the day, but at night unless he was on the street he needed it too. The television broadcasted him too much to be able to walk in public without being known. After a successful escape from Arkham the last thing he wanted was to be put back in, not that he knew who was running the place at the moment. Dr. Arkham had disappeared and he was working on that problem but he had a bigger one at the moment.
He walked to toward the front of the shop, keeping his head down from any staff that would be walking around. He picked up a single poppy that was mixed in a short tassel of flowers. It was interesting to have an arrangement like this, considering the type of flower…But it wasn’t the same kind. “Where do you obtain these?” The doctor asked without lifting his head or turning his attention to whomever was at the counter.
Perhaps in the long run employment wasn’t the correct word. Although he was supplied and given a rather large sum of money to work with he never actually felt like an employee. At any time he could be drug out to do and task and was several times. He had been ambushed and pinned punished for what he believed to be no good reason. Ra’s would just never understand what he was doing, and how could he? They had their own motives in mind, Dr. Crane’s just had more worth.
Slavery was not an option he wanted to go back to.
Dr. Crane would never admit that he found himself in a flower shop on the other side of town for desperate reasons. He hadn’t had a shipment in weeks and his supply was diminishing. The worst part about it was that Ra’s knew this and he knew he was going to be waiting for him. He felt like he was in a painting full of color against the black backdrop of Gotham through the window. His fingers traced the petals of a few of the flowers gently. They came in all shapes and sizes. Seeing flowers in this condition in Gotham was a rarity and a price came with it. The city seemed to repel growth of any kind unless you headed outside of it.
Dr. Crane wore a long trench tonight, within it hidden four syringes, his mask and two short scyths. His collar was pulled up and he wore large shades to hide his eyes. It was the only way he was able to get around during the day, but at night unless he was on the street he needed it too. The television broadcasted him too much to be able to walk in public without being known. After a successful escape from Arkham the last thing he wanted was to be put back in, not that he knew who was running the place at the moment. Dr. Arkham had disappeared and he was working on that problem but he had a bigger one at the moment.
He walked to toward the front of the shop, keeping his head down from any staff that would be walking around. He picked up a single poppy that was mixed in a short tassel of flowers. It was interesting to have an arrangement like this, considering the type of flower…But it wasn’t the same kind. “Where do you obtain these?” The doctor asked without lifting his head or turning his attention to whomever was at the counter.
