Who: Scarecrow (Open) NPC's: Thugs When: June 7, 2012 Where: Random Warehouse What: Scarecrow fires his thugs and has a diva fit. Rating: PG-13 (murder)
Jonathan looked up from the piles of research, watching his men in the room before him as they tortured his latest victims. Jonathan was finished with them for the time, already having the data he needed on Ivy’s fear toxin strain. He frowned as he watched them, disgusted with them, tired of the stress of dealing with the thugs on a constant basis.
Not to mention, their voices were grating on his nerves. He was too used to the silence from living at Ivy’s already. He stood from his desk, moving around to enter the main room, leaning against the doorway, his disgust and rage growing as he watched.
“You’re all fired!” Jonathan roared finally, ripping off his mask as he stared at his men. He ignored the trembling victims around him, stepping over the body before him. He stormed away from the warehouse, ignoring Nightmare behind him as he horse tried to follow, before realizing her master was lost for the moment, returning to her place, watching warily.
“Jonathan!” Thomas yelled, stomping after his boss, grabbing Jonathan’s arm tightly, holding the man still.
“Release me,” Jonathan hissed, turning and jerking his arm from Thomas’ grasp. “I said you were fired, go away,”
“No, Jonathan. This is getting out of hand!”
Jonathan pulled a sickle from his thigh, lashing out with the blade, watching coldly as Thomas collapsed to the ground, clutching at his neck, blood spilling from his fingers. Jonathan turned away, leaving his oldest friend to bleed his life out on the ground.