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Dr. Jonathan Crane | Scarecrow (Batman) (here_to_help) wrote in prideview_nyc,
@ 2008-07-22 23:10:00

Entry tags:

jonathan crane, kass clark

Who: Dr. Crane, the Scarecrow, and Kass
What: Having a bookgasm
When: The evening
Where: The Strand (18 mile long bookshop of awesome)
Rating/Warnings: TBD

Books were his solace, his escape from the harsh reality around him. For an hour or so, he could lose himself in fiction or in someone's data and ignore all that worried him. And the worries were numerous at the moment. He had been almost sanguine in the process of moving, assumed that he could leave his demons in Gotham. Sure, he would never be hired in Gotham again after the incident in the narrows, but surely humanity would be too stupid to actually pay attention to the black spots in his past, not when he was brilliant enough to dazzle any prospective employers.

He was perusing the psychology section of the Strand, knowing there was something he needed to research more but stalling, afraid of the answer he knew he'd receive. He was losing time, and he was starting to wonder if Scarecrow wasn't just his imaginary protector. After being dosed in fear toxin, something had snapped. He assumed that the stint with the Scarecrow had been temporary, when he woke up from the taser shock he had regained his sense of self.

Hadn't he?

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theseer
2008-07-22 11:16 pm UTC (link)

Books were a different tale for Kass. Before coming to Prideview, her world was filled with nothing but goosebumps on leaflets and words read through her Sight. But upon her arrival, she had received the one thing she had always longed for- a twist in her story. Her eyes were healed and words seemed to be her only interest. That was why she had been wandering by herself throughout The Strand now. Fingers scrolled over numerous spines, hardback, paperback, small, thick, comedy, or sci-fi. Each word flowed through her fingers and into the contents of her Sight.

But without warning, she stopped, fingers hovering over a large book inches away from a nearby man. She knew everything there was to know about him, and yet no hint of anything in the slightest. Kass didn't bother looking up at him. Instead, she merely smiled to herself, strolling slowly behind him, letting her fingers cross over his neck as though he were the bookshelf. Without fault, she continued running her fingers along the books, casting a small glance at him over her shoulder.

But which was he this evening?

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here_to_help
2008-07-23 12:01 am UTC (link)

A shiver inadvertently ran down his spine, yet he didn't fear the contact. He had seen the girl coming and hadn't payed her any mind. He was engrossed in the titles, and life in the big city usually meant you would be crushed against others in a crowd at some point or other. It was the deliberate contact that threw him off his guard. He had been unaccustomed to the sensation after all that time, busy keeping his distance or shunned by his peers. His own gran wasn't one for affection, either, denouncing Jonathan as a bastard child and tormenting him for the sin of his conception.

He glanced over, briefly locking eyes with the culprit. She was young, female. Irritation welled up inside of him... if it was a clumsy attempt at flirting then his time was wasted. "Can I help you?" In the back of his mind, something chuckled darkly. He loved when his subconscious played tricks on him.

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theseer
2008-07-23 12:20 am UTC (link)

Kass turned to face him now, letting the skirt just above her knee-high combat boots twirl slightly at the sudden movement. She bit her lip, trying her hardest not to smirk like the Cheshire Cat. Instead, she merely tilted her head, folding her fingers in front of her. "You are the Brain Doctor," she said simply, shrugging her shoulders. Her fingers twitched as they unclasped randomly, continuing on their trek for nearby tales for later recollection. No longer facing him, she watched the books carefully.

"Whether I need help is simply of your own theory--" she paused, chuckling silently to herself as she glanced over at him. Her eyes flicked to the side of his head. "Or his." She would have preferred The Scarecrow's theory on her being, as opposed to The Brain Doctor's.

He was rather biased on those that were not himself.

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here_to_help
2008-07-23 12:39 am UTC (link)

He hated losing control, and within seconds this girl had ripped it away, naming the one thing that ripped away the facsimile of sanity. In society, people rarely cared about the madmen. The simple right granted to humanity were revoked the second someone was diagnosed with a psychiatric disorder. No one listened to the insane, even if they were supposedly healed from their afflictions.

He had worked so long tormenting those people, he didn't want to be counted among them.

"I do believe I know you, from that posting board. What was your name again?" He wanted to find an exit, to leave and never speak to her again but it seemed like he couldn't move. Part of him wanted to ride out the wave, see where this little conversation led them. "And who else are you going on about?" Denial was the best self-medication in this situation. He wouldn't admit to his suspicions, lest he give them power. The mind could be an amazing thing.

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