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Post by Elizabeth Connery on Aug 1, 2008 12:36:01 GMT -5
She was pacing, she couldn't help it. Her black heels clicked across the hard floor of the holding cell, her hands clasped behind her, blazer gone and thrown over the bench in the cell. Her hair had almost completely fallen from its elegant twist from before and, despite her disgruntled appearance, she did look rather attractive.
John would be there soon, it wouldn't be long before she was free and uptown, drinking coffee with her best friend. A police officer was close by, watching her, making sure she didn't try anything stupid. Not like she would anyway, it would only hurt her chances of getting free. By now, she had paced a trail in the floor and finally went to sit down, knees pressed together and her elbows on her knees. She rested her forehead in her hands, waiting.
She hated jail, she hated everyone here, except Gordon, he was a babe, but that was beyond the point. He had expected her to tell them where the Joker was and risk her life and her job. Yeah, great idea, dumb ass. She thought.
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Post by scarecrow on Aug 1, 2008 17:24:25 GMT -5
The scrawny young man unfolded his body from the driver's side of the nineteen seventy five , Plymouth Fury. A lovely car really, his was black with orange trim an unusual coloring for it but, he could afford it. He had alot of explaining to do after th whole incident with Ras' Al Ghul. Jonathan had written it off as effect of the gas, and than proved his point. His own self medication had kept him from Arkham, but even than it was anyone's guess weither or not his was actually cured, and sane was a relative factor. Jonathan could pretend to be sane very well.
That he still slipped out as the Scarecrow, was unknown to anyone other than the Big Bad Bat. He rarely called him on it though. Since Jonathan seemed mostly harmless. So were raccoons until they went rabid. Jonathan had a new gas in the making, not to the degree he's made his last fear gas, this new one was---special. Aside for that last mishap his record was clean. Few people would give away information on him, he'd taken precautions. If his drug was in the system and the person began to show a great sign of stress, it would induce a blubbering state that would allow for no real conversations.
He breezed past the the men in the front with out a care, his chin lifted and he didn't bother with eye contact. Jonathan was not intimidated by these people. It was true what Elizabeth had said of him. He did look like someone could break him in two. The trick of it would be getting a hold of him and keeping that hold long enough to do so. He was a contortionist, and more than capable of handling himself. He went to the front desk and the woman behind it looked surprised to see him there.
"Good Evening, Miss. Evans. I am here to post bail for one, Miss.Elizabeth Connery." he said. leaving the woman gapping at him, and he breathed through his nose speaking slowly and to the point. "Can you help me miss , or am I going to have to talk to someone else ?" he asked her sounding it out like he was speaking to a child, these people. It was just too early, or too late pending on your internal clock.
[yellow]"She's in the lock-up for Assault."[/yellow]
"I am well, aware, I am also well aware that there is such thing as sexual harassment charges in the work field, and if the gentleman, and I use this term loosely, was indeed looking at her like a piece of meat, and making her feel uncomfortable, he can be brought up on charges as well." he said folding his hands in front of him on the desk. "I can argue the law in this area verbatium with you, if you like." he wasn't a lawyer but he was well learned.
Mrs.Evans obviously disliked him.Excellent he mused to himself, making sure to memorize her badge number, as she showed him into the lock up to speak with Elizabeth, and all that could have been avoided if she would have just done this to begin with. How he detested people.
He glanced to the bars of the place, he had rough memories of this place, from when he'd been under the effects of his own gas. He'd learned from that mistake, inauclation to his own gases was a necessity now. "Well, now this is a sore sight." he said to her, as he waited for the officer to unlock the door. "Are you ready to get out of there ?" he asked as he politely held his hands behind his back.
He glared in the direction of the officer "I feel I have already worn out my welcome."he told her.
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Post by Elizabeth Connery on Aug 2, 2008 1:17:08 GMT -5
Elizabeth lifted her head as the lock to her cell opened, and her heart thundered upon seeing Johnathan standing in the door frame. She had to admit that, despite the fact that he was rather scrawny, he looked rather good standing in the door frame with that hair of his she loved so much pushed back. Honestly, she did love his hair, it was beautiful.
She jumped up, running across the cell and throwing her her arms around him, the motion causing the muscles in her legs to clench in pain. Her muscles were sore and stretched from earlier when her leg had nearly been on Gordon's shoulder after trying to kick him. Even with a stripper's flexibility, that had been painful to hold for that long. "Oh Johnathan, thank you so much." She whispered softly, her head close to his neck. Her hug was only for a moment and she pulled back to look at him.
She then looked to the officer who had unlocked her cell for a moment with an icy glare that usually froze blood and moved across the room to grasp her blazer. She pulled it on, buttoning it and reaching behind her to unpin her hair, allowing it to fall into its natural, full curls around her. [/blockquote] |
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Post by scarecrow on Aug 3, 2008 16:49:26 GMT -5
Light blue eyes were almost ghostly behind the silver frames he wore snuggly fitted against his nose. He glanced over to the woman who was unlocking the door with a frown, resisting the urge to give her a shove into the cell.
You should it is her fault were here, isn't it Jonathan ? the voice whispered in his head. Of course he'd managed to forget the medication he took. It wouldn't be hard would it, she thinks your weak and of no concern, you could show her other wise. the man took a slightly breath and waited for the glorized beat-cop to let Elizabeth out. His hiar was as always feathered back, and dark, likely because he'd ran a hand through it dealing with the stupidity of others, downstairs.
The sudden motion caught his attention and pretty soon he had his arms full of his best friend. He caught her and hugged her in return. His arms tightening slightly, but not painfully so. He fairly lifted her from the ground, while he looked like a good wind could blow him away, Looks seemed to be decieving, and Elizabeth wasn't heavy anyways. [orange]"I wouldn't throw you to the dogs, Ellie."[/orange] he said. [orange]'Weither they wear a lovely suit and talk fluently, or dress in blue, like some human mocking a blue bird."[/orange] he managed to muster as much distaste in the comment as he possiably could, it was clear of his issues with birds, and police in this case.
Jonathan didn't even bother to look at the other woman once she had grabbed her blazer from the wall. He had folded his hands behind him, and was determined to be a good boy, and not gas this woman. Though there was that part of him that cried out to do nothing less. However for the moment, not getting her in any more trouble than she was already in was more important. He would speak to her on this but not in the middle of these, peoples nest. He didn't mention how much the bail was, it wasn't a concern of his for the moment, and he nodded to the door, so they could both go.
He ignored the looks tosed at them, he was certain that it was going to be heard about that, she'd been seen with Jonathan Crane. [orange]"I do hope my association with you will not cause you problems, when you go back to work."[/orange] he said, glancing behind them. He held the door for her, as polite as always.
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Post by Elizabeth Connery on Aug 3, 2008 17:26:43 GMT -5
Elizabeth could always tell when something was wrong with Johnathan and to her, he seemed a little...off. For only a moment, she wondered if he had forgotten his medication but quickly dismissed it. Doctor Johnathan Crane was not the type to forget things, and he always got onto her about it.
She allowed him to lead her out of the holding cell, walking close behind him, almost at his side. She nodded with a sickly sweet smile to the guard as they left and moved towards the beautiful Plymouth parked outside. The car often reminded her of the car her father had owned when she was a child. She slipped into the passenger's seat, immediately putting one foot up onto the dash, but careful so her heels would not scratch the interior of the fabulous car. "Ugh," She groaned, "my feet kill." She said, hand reaching around her ankle and undoing the strap on one of her sandal heels.
She took it off, dropping the shoe down underneath her and put her foot down, putting the other up and repeating the process. She dropped that heel down beneath her as well and looked at her foot. There were red marks along her feet where the straps had begun to cut in and she could tell there would be blisters tomorrow. She delicately rubbed her foot, hissing in pain and then putting it back down as well.
She looked over at him. "Johnathan, you have no idea how madly in love with you I am right now." She joked with a grin. She did love him, but as a friend, for now there was nothing more than that. "I'll pay you back when we get home and import coffee if I need too." [/blockquote] |
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Post by scarecrow on Aug 6, 2008 15:38:12 GMT -5
he was usually very careful where his medicine was concerned, it was simply safer that way. However, he'd been awoken from a medical induced sleep. He had to take medication for his nightmares. They were not normal, night terrors actually, all the manifestion of the abused mind, and how he had suffered as a young boy at the hands of Granny. That he often got on her was not an understatement, he tended to remind her to eat, to sleep, and to make sure she did not forget to set her alarms if she had to be somewhere, like court. It was mother henning he supposed, but he doubted very many of the men in her life cared enough to do so.
Jonathan rarely discussed that with her, it made him worry even more for her well being.
His car was just that a car, it was not concidered his baby, like many men seemed to treasure there so called wheels. To him it was merely a mode of transportation that was not his shoes.He saw her to the car opened the car door for her, as readily as he had held the door for her at the jail. Jonathan had been raised to be a gentleman, in Georgia. He was careful how he treated a lady, those few he thought even deserved such titles. [orange]"You should be careful what shoes you buy, if they pinch your toes the second you stand in them, there not for you, because that will be the effect they will have later in the day. Once you've worn them a bit."[/orange he counciled. [orange]"It is always safest to assume that they will not hold up in a court room."[/orange]
He cast a careful glance to the red marks gageing how bad it would be. [orange]"I have a salve I made for burns that might help you with that."[/orange]. He nodded to the trunk of the car. [orange]"It was what I used after the unfortunate incident of being tazered in the face."[/orange] he rubbed a hand along his cheek. [orange]"It seemed to work well enough for me."[/orange]
A small sile touched his lips at that and he raised a dark brow. [orange]"Your are just greatful to be out of that aweful place, they held me in an interrogation room at one point, I have brief flashes of memory of that, not complete mind you, mainly because I was more than a bit drugged."[/orange] he explained. Jonathan buckled up and waited until she did the same thing, people never seemed to drive normal in Gotham, getting on the road was likened to getting into the Gotham Speedway for racing. He knew her life was complicated enough as it stood. She needed someone there to pick up the peices if she broke, it was simple enough, and he didn't mind. [orange]"No need to worry about it."[/orange] he said with a dismissive wave of a hand. The other on the wheel. [orange]"I assure you, I can afford it, though a cup of coffee, would be divine at the moment."[/orange] he told her.
[orange]'I have been going over my case files for the inmates not caught, recently and its...daunting I must say. There are alot of dangerous people out there on the streets, not excluding the Batman."[/orange]
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Post by Elizabeth Connery on Aug 7, 2008 21:24:10 GMT -5
Elizabeth rolled her eyes at him. "Johnathan, any pair of heels is uncomfortable after over twelve hours." She replied in a playfully sharp voice. "And I wasn't about to take them off in that cell and end up with AIDS."
She looked at her feet, rubbing them a little. "They'll be fine by tomorrow. I've been skinned worse falling on carpet." She replied with a laugh. She reached down beside her seat, leaning the seat back into a more comfortable position. She licked her lips in a thinking mode, shifting a few times until she was comfortable. "I am grateful, that place is the dumps. I was afraid to breath."
She smirked then it turned into a smile. "Where ever you want to go, I'll pay, simply because I love you." She flashed puppy eyes at him, poking her bottom lip. At his comment about Batman, she scoffed. "John-John, I'm not the least bit worried about a man running around in a bat suit." She gave him a look that said a simple word on its own. 'Puh-lease.'
"Besides," she began, turning in the car to sit on her knees and leaned towards him so she could whisper in his ear. She flirted with Johnathan all the time, whether or not it was ever returned, she was not sure. "I've got you to protect me." Her lips brushed the shell of his ear as she spoke. She then turned back right in her seat. [/blockquote] |
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Post by scarecrow on Aug 14, 2008 5:45:30 GMT -5
all the green text is the Scarecrow, its his inner thoughts and not spoken
He cast his eyes to her only briefly his main focus was on the road as they went, he was trying to do things by the book. "We can't do everything by the book, Jonny boy, we can only do what we can do and you know it. the Scarecrow was an annoyance in his head. When she spoke on her heels though he had to offer the young woman a small smile. "I fear that I will never understand the need or the desire, the urge if you will to wears heels, why torture your feet in such a manner ?" he asked her and made a small face. "I have spent time in a holding cell you know" he said. "Oh yes we did, but they didn't want to get anywhere near you, Jonny boy because they were afraid." he knew they were, most criminal minds had there breaking points, one need only know how much pressure to apply to make it happen.
"Oh, there is not doubt that, that may be true Ellie, but I would rather your feet be in good condition." he said to her. He took a breath and nodded his head. "Of course, I wouldn't have left you in that place, one way or another, and you know that." he said. "There are times...when I am not really able to control my own reactions, as much as I despise being out of control.".
She flashed puppy dog eyes at him and Jonathan flashed her one of the few wane smiles he managed. He dipped his head to her slightly. "I think maybe Nero's, unless you'd rather be dropped off stright away." he inquired with a single brow raised. "You might not be worried about a man, but I have seen him up close, and I must say, the man punch rather hard, though of course he has his own fears." Jonathan began with a shake of his head, he started to say more when she gave him the spare her look. "It remains, Miss.Connery that you need occassional looking after." he chuckled.
She leaned foward to whisper in his ear, and he tipped his head bird like to hear her better. She flirted with him like this all the time, it gave him a faint chuckle. "She's flirting with you again, Jonny boy, you ought to gas her see what she's really afraid of. that voice echoed in his head, and his eyes darkend slightly. "No,not her." he whispered softly to himself, and he turned to reguard her. "Yes, I would protect you Elizabeth, even from your self if I have to, like now." he said as he caught her gently around the shoulder, and scooted her back into her seat. So he could buckle her in. Blushing or not he didn't want cop issues, they already wanted reasons to screw with him.
He was certain she knew she was beautiful, and that she knew what she was doing when she flirted. Jonathan, however was careful about getting close to anyone because of teh Scarecrow, thanks to being exposed to his own work, the voice had gotten stronger, and at times drowned him out as well.
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