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Last Edit: Apr 13, 2011 18:48:38 GMT -5 by nmartin
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Post by nmartin on Apr 13, 2011 2:15:58 GMT -5
Natalie continued to glare at Robby in the back seat. It was almost like she couldn't even help it at this point. Her urge to cause him some sort of physical harm was a form of projection on her part, and she was able to recognize that, which, that and the fact that Edward might just shoot her again because of it were about the only two factors that kept her from reaching out with her good arm and choking the boy to death. Or at least, attempting to. He had a gun too, but she figured he'd be far less capable of using it. Then again, Edward had to keep him on board for some reason other than.. well, she couldn't even really think of why he'd need a kid as a goon, to begin with.
Edward's comment hardly made her break her stare, but after a minute she did blink, and turned away from the boy. She believed she'd made her point. "If you didn't want me getting blood on your seats, maybe you shouldn't have shot me." She mumbled to herself, and really felt like reaching back up to her injured shoulder and wiping the remains of blood on the seat. That, though.. would really not be a smart move, so she decided against it at the last second.
Other than a few more passing glares over at Robby, she didn't pay much attention to they boy. Much to his dismay, probably. It'd be hard to get a job done with such an unwilling 'patient' as Natalie, in any case. More so for a kid who was obviously intimidated by her staring alone.
Hearing the Riddler's threat from the front seat, she smirked a little bit to herself, looking out the window of the car, doing a pretty good job of keeping her mind off the excruciating pain in her shoulder.
'If I do it I will definitely begin to puzzle over the use you hold to me.'
This threat, idle or not, was interesting to Natalie. While she really didn't want the Riddler to be the one to have to apply first aid to her shoulder, she also wanted to see how hard Robby would try to get the job done under the influence of such a threat. So instead of making his job easier for him, she was actually pretty set on making it more difficult.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2011 22:53:23 GMT -5
Edward glanced up in the rear view mirror to see if Robby was obeying orders. He didn’t understand why the kid was being such a coward. Well…Robby was always a bit more of a coward then most. The kid was shaking as he pulled out the large bandage. He still didn’t move in her direction. Edward let out an annoyed sigh as he glared at the boy through the mirror before popping in his lollipop. The boy stiffened and immediately turned in her direction.
“I-I’m sorry bout this,” the boy mumbled out as she attempted to bandage the struggling girl. Edward found it strange the kid never looked up into her eyes.
Edward watched the confrontation carefully and with each jerk or movement from the girl he cringed. He imagined the red sliding across the leather as she avoided the boy’s hands. He imagined it soaking in and then leaving that annoying smell. It felt like each movement of her was like a bug bite nipping at his skin. His jaw tightened as he reached for his gun. He turned back around in his seat putting the barrel right on her kneecap.
“I know you are a slow learner, but what did we discover last time?” he asked coldly, “I’ll help you at since thinking is above your caliber, we learned that not listening to me leads to pain. If you don’t stop moving I will happily give you another lesson.”
He locked his eyes with the girl’s creepy eyes. They had little effect on him though since he had seen much worst. But before he could go through with his threat, the car was already slowing down in front of an abandon building. When the car stopped he lifted up his gun, holding her glare for a moment longer before throwing open his door. “Grab her,” he ordered Allen as he shut the door.
The big man nodded slamming the front door and walking around the car to her side door.
“Allen, remember delicate flowers need to be taken care of gently,” Edward said in a calm voice as the big man opened the door. “This girl is not a delicate flower,” he finished with a laugh. He watched Allen grab the girl’s unwounded arm and rip her from the seat. Before she could even protest the man grabbed her waist and threw her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Edward’s smirk grew as he noticed the girl hit her gun wound hard against the man’s body in the process.
“Riddle me this, where does Gotham’s garbage go?” he taunted as they walked into the building, his two men following. He felt strangely happy from the annoyed mood in the car. He assumed it was because he was getting rid of the girl. He touched her phone in his pocket just to make sure it was there. Yes, this was going well.
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Post by nmartin on Apr 14, 2011 2:16:09 GMT -5
When in the company of cowards, it was always a good move to attempt to frighten them as much as possible. At least, that's the way Natalie saw it. Not only did she get a kick out of the reactions of scared people, but it also helped her to retain a sense of control in the situation. Here she was, in the back of a notorious villain's car while he was having her driven to who-knew-where in what was probably going to turn out to be a hostage situation. There was a gaping wound in her shoulder and even though first aid was being pushed as a requirement for decorative reasons, she rejected it. Yet in the midst of all of that, she still seemed eerily calm.
Every movement that she made to avoid the bandages just out of spite of the Riddler's concern for his car hurt her physically. A lot, actually. So much so that she was ready to give up on her little fight and just let the kid bandage her up. Instead though, it took the gun being pressed against her kneecap to get her to stop.
Wiping her eyes again, getting rid of any trace of tears from the corners of them, she looked away from Edward and intead stared out the car window again, completely ignoring his warning. Well. She didn't ignore the warning so much as not say anything back to him. He was right, anyway. Not listening to him got her shot, and she knew he'd do it again. Though, maybe not in the car that he was so eager to protect from her blood.
When Edward locked his eyes with her own, she made the effort to keep hers locked on his as well. He wanted a staring contest? He'd get one. At the order for Allen to grab her from the car, she quickly wiped her eyes again before she was ripped out of the car by the larger man, expecting to be forced to walk into the building by gunpoint or something. Nope. Apparently they were so paranoid that she'd try to run away or something that she had to be carried.
As Allen picked her up, he took no care in avoiding hurting her shoulder, and it took another great amount of will to not scream into his ears.. though in this case she really wanted to.
All of the painful impact that'd wounded her shoulder further, plus the bullet wound in the first place and all the blood loss was making Natalie quite a bit more exhausted than she felt like she should be. Granted she was already exhausted to begin with, before this whole ordeal even began. By now though, she had the strong urge just to go to sleep and hope for the best. For now though, she just tried to ignore the piercing, burning pain in her shoulder and closed her eyes for a few more minutes. Any rest, however uncomfortable it was, was better than none.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2011 11:27:07 GMT -5
When he didn’t hear any remark to his riddle he turned around to see if the girl was purposefully ignoring him. He noticed her face immediately she was in pain. Her focus seemed to be entirely on it. The girl can’t handle pain….how…pathetic. He walked around with a screaming pain every day and he managed just fine.
Of course, as soon as he thought of it he felt the clawing and pierce sharp attacks on his leg. He cringed for a moment, rolling his lollipop in his mouth as he began to count. He focused forward and entered the abandon building. He automatically headed for the stairs. He hated stairs, but attacked them as he always did: one step at a time. Allen and Robby knew better then to comment on how long it took them to get down, but eventually they were in a small open way with two doors. He opened the one door to the room she would be in. He nodded to Allen. Allen read his mind and grabbed the girl off his shoulder before roughly throwing her inside the dark room.
Edward stood at the doorway. “To answer the riddle dear, garbage in Gotham is ignored until forgotten,” he said with a smirk. His pain from his leg automatically lifting at he focused on the girl crumpled on the dirty tiled floor. “But for your sake, I hope you’re not garbage because this air tight room will run out of oxygen in twelve hours.”
“Farewell dear,” he said with the tip of his hat before slamming the door. He pulled out his phone connecting to the system he put in place on the door. It automatically locked. It would be impossible to escape. He used the same materials for his apartment on the room. It prevented air and had a iron wall surrounding it. Unless you were Superman, there would be no escape….unless the riddle was solved.
He smirked putting his phone back in place. “Let’s go,” he stated to his men. He needed his computer set up before he called Crane.
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Post by nmartin on Apr 14, 2011 17:06:16 GMT -5
Really, Natalie was doing pretty decent as far as her reactions to the pain in her shoulder went. Considering that she'd never had anything that traumatic happen to her before. A lot of people would be wailing and begging to get out of the situation, but her stubborn and hateful nature kind of made it so that she focused on the one thing that made her angrier, and that just so happened to be the gaping wound in her shoulder.
Going down the stairs hurt her shoulder as well. With each step Allen took, she felt the shattered bones poking around in the affected area. Keeping her eyes closed though, she tried to keep her mind of of anything at the moment. Don't focus on the shoulder, because that would focus on the pain in it. Don't focus on where they're taking you, because that'll only make you anxious. Don't focus on any one of them, because that'll only make you angrier. Those were her lines of thought at the moment, however pathetic they might've otherwise sounded to the others.
After being thrown, literally, onto the floor.. Natalie sat up and leaned against one of the walls, not looking directly at the Riddler anymore. She still wasn't necessarily frightened, but worried about her situation. Her breath was slightly ragged from having to hold in how much she wanted to scream at each and every one of them, but it only showed in that she appeared to be breathing quicker, shorter breaths than usual.
That he was comparing her to 'garbage' didn't phase her in the least, either. Insults toward her, he should've learned, didn't bother her very much. What did phase her, was learning that she had about twelve hours to live before the oxygen in the room would be completely gone. Twelve hours, maximum. That meant that even hours before then, it would be miserable in the room.
It wasn't hard for her to put the pieces of the Riddler's puzzle together. She knew what he wanted, and it obviously had a lot to do with Dr. Crane. This was a set-up to get him to give up some of his research. Which, frankly.. that did worry her. She didn't expect him to put his own life and his life's work in danger just to get her out of this. She was only one of hundreds of students who happened to take an interest in his work. Realizing this, Natalie leaned her head back against the dirty wall, and by the time the door was shut, she was already half asleep.
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