Feb 16, 2015
jonathancrxne wanted a potato.
sitting there looking sullen isn't going to get you anywhere, i'm afraid.
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jonathancrxne wanted a potato.
sitting there looking sullen isn't going to get you anywhere, i'm afraid.
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“I CAN’T WAIT."
It wasn’t as if he held any PARTICULAR disdain for Harleen Quinzel, since he had been officially admitted into Arkham as a patient she had been one of the less ANNOYING doctors by far. A little over confident && OVERLY DEDICATED, yes. A little PROUD… But there were far worse SINS that those of The Good Doctor. What he did hold the SLIGHTEST amount of disdain for was the electroshock therapy he had been unwittingly recommended for by the IDIOT doctors. && her little reminders of the PAIN to come weren’t exactly helpful. "————— THIS is completely unethical && IRRELEVANT."
Harleen blinked a couple of times when being faced with Crane's sarcasm. He wasn't exactly well-known for having a loving friendly childlike personality but still, Dr. Quinzel always thought she was special. That she could make the darkest of hearts melt for her. Because she was hard-working and honest... Well. Mostly hard-working. Either way, her hand hovered over the switch that would deliver violent electric charges down the man's body. Her brow furrowed slightly when being told that her work was unethical and irrelevant. That wasn't what had actually been said but Dr. Quinzel still took offense. "Ya're not gonna get any paperwork signed asking to put an end to this shock therapy with that kind of attitude Mr. Crane." The doctor shrugged her shoulders a bit, offering a small smile. "Try lookin' on the bright side," There's a loud sound. The wires connected to Jonathan's body seem to be charging with electricity. You can almost feel the vibrations of the latent energy building up. "...There must be one somewhere." Harleen suddenly turns the switch and shocks are delivered to the ex-doctor's body. "I'm sure ya'll think of something."
*drops URL & sinks into floor tho*
Do I Follow Them?: UHM YEAHWhy Did I Follow Them?: I saw the words Scarecrow and Southern Gothic and was like “wow yeah gimmey some of that”Do We Role Play?: WE SHALL. electroshock therapy is the best bonding systemDo I Want To Role Play With Them: YES. An AU Idea For Our Muses: Crane pls b Harley’s psychiatrist she needs help kthx you’re a dear.A Song For Our Muses: all ex-arkham doctors after losing their mindsDo I Ship Our Muses?: I friendship them. In an unhealthy and decrepit way.What I Think About The Mun: They sound like a bag of all the nice things in the world.Overall Opinion: I really like the original approach you took with Crane and like, the visual world you’ve created fits so well and it’s so elegant and hostile at the same time and it fits the Scarecrow sO WELL and I feel like I’m in the presence of royalty whenever you reply to any of my lame ass ooc babbles so yeah man we’re gonna get some threads going on whether you like it or notBlog Rate: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10
jonathancrxne
-STINGING PAIN blossomed in his cheek before he could finish speaking, the ex-doctor’s hand connecting with his face with greater FORCE than he had expected from her. EYES narrowed && turned up to her, lips CURLING backwards as he HISSED. “WHAT’S WRONG, D o c t o r ? Can’t HANDLE a little PSYCHOANALYSIS?”
"Shut up."
She's heard it a million times before-- Don't be such a doormat, Harley, you deserve better, he's just using you, how stupid do you have to be to stay with a guy like that? Over and over and ov- er. She doesn't even bother trying to argue with people anymore. If they're going to think of her l- ike that, they'll think of her like that, and nothing is going to change their view. She thought he of all people would have a little more faith in her.
"That ain't psychoanalysis, that's bein' a dick an' you know it."
jonathancrxne
You're another person I was shocked to see follow me because you've got such a fantastic grasp on Crane, and it's really amazing. I'm so glad I followed you tbh, and I dig our thread. Lmao, he's really getting under Bruce's skin. PLUS, your writing is perfect for his character. You describe him perfectly, and your dialogue matches his character 100%. You're just really amazing, and I plan on following you forever because you're that good. JFC JUST HIGHLY RECOMMENDS TBH.
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"I'm Scottie, why? Who are you?"
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"Abashed, the devil stood and felt how awful-- Jonathan, what on earth have you been reading?"
Jervis managed to place a card behind Jonathan's ear while he was asleep. He led his mind slave over to office to test out a new experiment. This was half payback for when he drugged him and made him live through his worst nightmare, and a way to test out his new upgrade. He managed to connect a monitor to his dream machine that would allow him to visualize whatever Jonathan was dreaming. He left the reality he would he create up to Jonathan's mind.
Jervis ordered his unwilling slave to take a seat and sleep. Once the subject was snoozing he removed the card and replaced it with the machine's headgear.
"Sorry Marchie," He said softly before walking over to the controls. He started up the machine.
"Let's see what you're dreaming.