Liam has gained (perspective) wrote in doorslogs, @ 2014-02-12 08:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | door: dc comics, scarecrow |
Who: Jonathan Crane
What: A narrative and dirty business
Where: New Arkham Asylum
When: Recent!
Warnings/Rating: Jonathan's a bad boy. What else is new?
One thing that Jonathan found that he quite enjoyed about his second stay at New Arkham was the simple fact that he was more trusted now. Voluntary commitment, his file read, and wasn’t it good that the young man recognized that he had issues that needed addressed? So he was given a bit more freedom than before, and as the days went on, Jonathan Crane began to take advantage of said freedom. He was careful to be discreet about it, a question here and there to distract, a pill here and there pocketed and hid away in the confines of his (thankfully) private room.
It didn’t take long to amass a small collection of pills: little white ones, dark blue ones, round ones, oblong ones, some square and others round, and each with its own special effects upon the person who took them. Things to make you feel good, things to take the anxiety away, things that made the voices go away, or at least turn into things you didn’t mind so much. Jonathan knew what each of them did in intimate detail, and he knew the right mixture of them would do well in making this city, wretched as it was, into something a little less foul.
Once he had the raw ingredients, Jonathan began playing. Pills were crushed against the bottom of a bowl with a spoon, both pilfered from the cafeteria when no one was looking. He worked late at night by the light that streamed through the enforced window of his room, sleeping little as he prepped and prepared. It wasn’t as precise as it might have been had he a proper laboratory and equipment, but one did the best they could with what they had. No one could ever say he wasn’t able to adapt, after all.
And eventually, it was ready, or as ready as it would ever be with his limited supplies. A fine powder, ground down and cut with sugar to sweeten its toxic little package. Eventually, he hoped to aerosolize it, but that would have to come later, when he wasn’t playing patient behind the walls of New Arkham. But for now, this would have to do. He had six of the little packets prepared, carefully folded paper satchels, and six random residents of New Arkham were chosen by Jonathan on Tuesday afternoon. He didn’t care who they were, what they were on, and perhaps it was a little reckless to be so random, but if this got out into the world, he wouldn’t be able to be careful there, either.
So it was slipped here and there. Added to a cup of coffee, a glass of iced tea, as Jonathan made his rounds of the cafeteria during lunch, something he had been doing since his return. Everything appeared normal as could be, nothing out of the ordinary.
And then, Jonathan sat back to wait and watch what happened. Maybe this would be just the thing to brighten up the days of Arkham's residents, and if it proved successful, the city itself. Gotham needed a bit more happiness, after all, and he felt that this might just be the path to making Gotham more of a utopia than the hell it currently was.