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Tweak says, "I'm not your housekeeper "

msauce (merope) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2009-03-19 05:53:00

Entry tags:

jonathan crane, merope gaunt

Who: Merope and Jonathan
When: Sometime in the mid-afternoon.
Why: He set a trap
Where: His basement lol. Hotness.

Merope rested for a good part of day, she ate a little of the cheese ravioli that was left for her, using magic around the house now that he could be there to watch her. She finally began cleaning and during her cleaning, she saw the door to the basement and became curious. It was tempting because he wasn't home, she could go down there alone and be up before he came home. The youth went forward as if she were in a trance and she easily turned the knob and pulled it open.

Her mismatched eyes fixated behind her for a moment before closing the door, lighting up her wand and walking down the stairs. It took her a few minutes before she decided to actually go through with it, her subconscious was warning her but she didn't listen; something she often did. Once she was downstairs, her wand helped her find the light and she put it away once it was switched on.

The room came illuminated and she squinted at the bright lights, wandering around the room for a little while and checking everything out. A small excitement of rush came from her at the idea of being perpetually caught, but the feeling died when she realized that he probably wouldn't catch her.

That's when she turned on her socked feet and her eyes set on the strange mask, her eyes raised and she curiously moved towards it.

Merope, leave it alone.

She didn't think about it and pulled the mask off, feeling the burlap around her hands and while she felt the fabric a pop noise was heard. Suddenly, a white chalky-like substance went out and she inhaled a ridiculous amount of it before she began to cough. The fear gas worked instantly and she felt the fear she felt before, she fell on the floor and the mask remained near her, her father's voice came from it, the smell of smoke of burning food escape its mouth. Her heart was pounding, her stress level had raised considerable and she screamed but called for no one, she'd done this multiple times.

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mymask
2009-03-19 05:57 am UTC (link)

Dr. Crane had been working all day, leaving the house around eight o'clock in the morning. He'd been busy doing work at the Asylum with patients, normal psychiatric stuff. The insane doctor didn't have the necessary pull around her that he needed in order to experiment on the patients yet, so until such time he had to keep his business legitimate and focus on spreading his fear through private sessions with regular citizens as opposed to inmates. But soon, he'd have everything he needed in order to build up the power he'd gained in Gotham. This world had quite a lot to offer him, and he had so much fear to spread.

Though at work, Johnathan had been distracted quite a bit by the thoughts of Merope in his mind. Was he feeling bad for the girl? He'd never felt bad for people he experimented on. Yet the way she treated him, the way she let him kiss her...he still couldn't figure out why he even did that. Thinking things over, he did recall his likeness to her Tom, and thus concluded it was merely that. After all, no one had ever genuinely cared about him, it was absurd to think even a girl like Merope would do such a thing for him.

Around five 'o clock in the afternoon, he left with his keys and such and was driving home from a day of boring paperwork and examining the criminally insane, filing progress reports and such. He really didn't enjoy this work at all. Dull and unfulfilling. What he really needed was to scare someone - No! Scare someone to death. That would excite him. But Johnathan knew such actions would only draw too much attention to him, so he silently remainded restrained. It was only a matter of time though before The Scarecrow would begin seizing this town just as he'd done so to Gotham.

Arriving home, he'd step out of the car and head to the door, unlocking it and opening it and stepping in, shutting it back and setting his keys down on a table near the door. Hearing a scream and with his coat in his hand, eyes would widen and Dr. Crane would drop his coat and rush to the hallway, hearing the yelling coming from the basement. He felt worried, yet all along this is what he planned for Merope to do. Why was he worried for her? Breathing deeply, Johnathan calmed himself and slowly went down into the basement, seeing her lying on the floor crying and yelling while his mask was in view. Slowly moving down the stairs he'd approach her and speak.

"Merope, what happened? Are you okay?!" He said in a worried tone, kneeling down beside her and placing his hands upon her shoulders.

Still, the twisted doctor left the mask there and didn't move it, despite knowing what was happening. He even knew she would see him and most likely see her father, and try and crawl away from him like a scared animal. Yet inside, Johnathan felt he shouldn't be doing this. His mind was battling with this, trying to remove and push away such feelings within him, remaining focused on things. For now though, he could comfort her for the general experiment had all ready begun.

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merope
2009-03-19 06:17 am UTC (link)

Merope had spent what seemed to be minutes, then hours of this feeling of extreme terror. Her heart was pounding fiercely inside of her chest, threatening to give out at some point. This was the second time that she felt like this, her back roughly throb against the wall as if she didn't care that she'd been bruising back there or how bad it was for her. At this point, her terror had been sunken so deep into her brain that she reacted out of her basic instinct.

The sound of John coming home made matters much worse, the sound of thudding, heavy stepping coming for her. Merope covered her ears, tears running down her face as she tried to stay quiet in hopes that he wouldn't come, but her shrieking had alerted the steps and they came rushing for her. Jonathan caused one of her triggers, a body forwardly moving at a fast pace, gripping her and trying to get her to speak. His voice was her father's she couldn't hear the worry, only angered shouting that pierced her ears. The mask on the floor was the cause of her intense fear, she'd never felt anything so intense that she couldn't keep herself from shrieking before.

Merope continued her hard slamming of her back against the wall, hoping the hard rocking would knock sense back into her. Due to the believe that she was sure it was her father, she didn't push away from him, she stayed in her submissive position, trying to appear smaller. There was no words, nothing came from her mouth, only her widened mismatched eyes on his face, weak heart feverishly pounding as if she was a racing thoroughbred on the final stretch.

At this point, her hard slamming had made her dizzy as her head had been hitting the wall while she jerked and squirmed in Jonathan's hands. Merope showed extreme, intense fear with vivid realizations and sensations. It was like he knew that she had burned the food, the smell was so evident in the air,"I didn't do it, I didn't do it, Pa." She continued her hard slamming.