Log, ongoing - Ornithophobia
WHO: Selina (meowminx), Jon Crane (is_fear_itself), [and later] Eddie (enigmaestro)
WHERE: A street somewhere in the City, conveniently out of the way of witnesses. Then one of Jon's secret...places. Yeah.
WHEN: Backdated, early Tuesday morning (Jan. 26th)
WARNINGS: There will be a fair bit of violence probably. And copious drugs. And unlawful kidnapping. And maybe some swearing. ...You know what, let's just R this already.
SUMMARY: Okay so, long story short. Norman Osborn wants Selina nailed for busting into his place, and Jon has a lot of experience in that field, so he volunteers. Selina manages to evade his eye for a long time, until now.
FORMAT: Para? :3
Jonathan Crane stood on the roof of a relatively low rise building, a beaker of clear fluid in one hand, black birds perched row to row across his shoulders, head, and all along the lip of the building. The morning sun shone blue off their feathers, glinted off red and black eyes all turned attentively to him. It was, at last, time to move against Selina Kyle.
Dear Ms. Kyle had been careful, and Jon begrudgingly gave her caution an iota of credit. He'd had scouts looking for her for weeks, and even though they'd been able to narrow a likely location to ambush her, they hadn't managed to figure out where she lived. Slippery little cuss. That or his birds had difficulty following her in the dark, he hadn't bothered to ask them.
No matter.
He checked his watch, and then reached up as one of the birds hopped down off his hat and onto his hand, dipping its beak and talons into the beaker - a process the other birds witnessed and then mimicked.
"All ready?" He asked, "You know what to do. Mob her as soon as she's close enough. My formula should do the rest."
The young homeless girl he'd kidnapped especially for this occasion would wake up in the alley below and start screaming any minute.
WHERE: A street somewhere in the City, conveniently out of the way of witnesses. Then one of Jon's secret...places. Yeah.
WHEN: Backdated, early Tuesday morning (Jan. 26th)
WARNINGS: There will be a fair bit of violence probably. And copious drugs. And unlawful kidnapping. And maybe some swearing. ...You know what, let's just R this already.
SUMMARY: Okay so, long story short. Norman Osborn wants Selina nailed for busting into his place, and Jon has a lot of experience in that field, so he volunteers. Selina manages to evade his eye for a long time, until now.
FORMAT: Para? :3
Jonathan Crane stood on the roof of a relatively low rise building, a beaker of clear fluid in one hand, black birds perched row to row across his shoulders, head, and all along the lip of the building. The morning sun shone blue off their feathers, glinted off red and black eyes all turned attentively to him. It was, at last, time to move against Selina Kyle.
Dear Ms. Kyle had been careful, and Jon begrudgingly gave her caution an iota of credit. He'd had scouts looking for her for weeks, and even though they'd been able to narrow a likely location to ambush her, they hadn't managed to figure out where she lived. Slippery little cuss. That or his birds had difficulty following her in the dark, he hadn't bothered to ask them.
No matter.
He checked his watch, and then reached up as one of the birds hopped down off his hat and onto his hand, dipping its beak and talons into the beaker - a process the other birds witnessed and then mimicked.
"All ready?" He asked, "You know what to do. Mob her as soon as she's close enough. My formula should do the rest."
The young homeless girl he'd kidnapped especially for this occasion would wake up in the alley below and start screaming any minute.