Doctor Jonathan Crane (nightmareserum) wrote in newalliance, @ 2012-06-04 19:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | scarecrow |
Who: Jonathan Crane (Open)
When: June 04, 2012
Where: Edward’s Lair, Loading Dock, Gotham City, NJ
What: Jonathan collects his belongings, closing a friendship.
Rating: PG-to R
Jonathan stared up at the camera outside the loading dock before turning away from it, starting the long process of loading what he had left at Edward’s into his truck, being careful of the more delicate equipment.
He had left his men behind keeping his promise to Edward not to reveal the man’s location, even if he wanted nothing more then to shout it from the rooftops.
He ached at the thought of losing the person he considered his best friend, confusion tied deep into the pain, not having any idea what had caused the about face in Edward’s behavior since he walked out the door the night of the prom.
Whatever it had been, it had twisted the man completely around, poisioning something that gave Jonathan meaning and making it an ugly scar across his heart that festered late at night as he stared at chemical equations, burying himself in his work.
He leaned heavily against the edge of the truck’s back, body trembling from exhaustion, and residual from the latest fear toxin poisoning. He glanced back at the boxes and bags, staring at the rest of his belongings with a weary desperation that he had to continue packing his life away, wishing he could just set it on fire.
He finished loading it an hour later, leaving behind the items Edward had bought for him so the man could dispose of them as he willed, excluding of course the ipad and cellphone, not caring if Edward had laced both with a virus to disable them.
They still meant something to him.
He moved to the cab of the truck, reaching into the passenger side and started unloading several small, carefully marked boxes, setting them on the ground of the loading bay, within sight of the camera.
Medications, to replace the outdated ones in the Infirmary, as well as several more boxes of anti-anxiety drugs for any breakdowns Edward might suffer, the pain killer that Jonathan had designed...and next to the boxes, he placed a gallon canister of his fear toxin, fulfilling the original agreement Edward had made in exchange for him living at the lair - use of the toxin as needed.
It was up to Edward to do with them as he would.
Jonathan stared at the boxes and canister before turning on his heel and climbing into his truck, not starting it, just sitting and staring out at the night, waiting for the trembling to stop long enough that he could drive safely.