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Day 43: Game Room, Third Shift

Aug 17, 2009 10:41

Peh. "Graduates." Who were they trying to fool? It's not like anyone here believed them, and no one ever visited the institute. What was the point in keeping up this sad little charade? To add to the realism of it? Well, whatever. If they wanted to continue this exercise in futility, that was fine with Porky. All it meant was that they spent more ( Read more... )

evangeline, grell, jun, s.t., klavier, kristoph, tsubaki, porky, eva, tyki, souji seta, the flash

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scarletspeedstr August 18 2009, 10:05:54 UTC

Well that had been a pretty depressing way to start the day. First ZEX having lost one of the people he cared about most, and then meeting and alternate Robin (who'd told him his name, which was awesome) and finding out that things were even more messed up with Bruce or something like that. He was starting to think it wasn't possible for things not to be messed up with Bruce ( ... )

scarletspeedstr August 21 2009, 01:10:37 UTC

To be honest, Wally wasn't sure how much the other Brainiac (who apparently wasn't evil, and was a kid or something? Bats seemed to know more about it than he did) had said, so he wasn't game to mention much more on the subject. The whole point was to try and find out something that would either prove that Grell really had been there that night and done what Bruce had implied, or that he couldn't have possibly done something like that. Mentioning something that he couldn't have gotten from just general sources would kinda undermine his whole goal ( ... )

deadlyjuliet August 21 2009, 02:22:31 UTC

Oh, but it was, darling. It was all my fault! Was what Grell wanted to say, but he kept his confession between him and God and left it at that. God most likely wasn't listening now anyway, but Grell could say he got it off his chest. So long as no one asked to see any forms on it. Bloody William and those forms. Sighing, Grell shook his head. "I wasn't aware of his condition until the next morning and I've since tried to stay away from him, but he keeps getting hurt and invariably I get blamed."

He knew he should have just killed the boy when he had a chance. Maybe a bit of acid next time. Just for poetic justice. He could burn the child's arm off, maybe scar his face. Or...perhaps he could dip Brainy's little white knight into acid and leave his bones upon the rustbucket's desk. That might get his attention. No one called him a baby killer. No oneOh, right, back to the charade. Without missing a beat, Grell shook his head at Wally's question. "I've not heard of him, but is this Clark alright? I hope his injuries ( ... )

scarletspeedstr August 21 2009, 12:34:42 UTC

Wally let his gaze and his hand drop away from Grell's face. "No, he, uh, didn't make it," he said quietly. No matter how hard he might have tried to sound like he didn't really know Clark, he couldn't quite manage to keep the sadness out of his voice. He guessed he wasn't that good an actor after all--

I met Grell on my--and his--first night in the Institution; he's a good actor.Dammit, he'd pretty much forgotten that part. Maybe this hadn't been such a bright idea, hoping he could somehow find something to prove it one way or the other. How was he supposed to tell that Grell was lying anyway? He'd tried getting him to trip up with how much he knew, but that hadn't worked, and Wally was rapidly realising that he hadn't really had any plans other than that. It wasn't like he could go and take samples from the scene of the crime like he would normally be working with either. Which meant that he either believed Bats, and maybe accused an innocent man of murder, or he believed Grell, and maybe let a complete psychopath walk free ( ... )

deadlyjuliet August 22 2009, 04:12:30 UTC

It was rather hard to 'make it' after getting stabbed and gutted, but Grell put on his best sympathetic face and lowered his eyes. Wally's tone, though? My, my, what a complicated chase this was going to be. Not only had Grell stolen Brainy's special little friend, but apparently, he'd also taken someone from Wally. Well, that was a shame, wasn't it? Not much he could do now, unless Clark wanted to rise from the dead like the rest of the town. "I'm so sorry... It's a terrible thing when people die."

Yes, awful. Just horrid. Especially since Grell didn't get to see their bloody Records. He missed being able to pull the Record from someone's broken body more than anything else - except maybe for his scythe, but they were interconnected, so it was like the same thing ( ... )

scarletspeedstr August 22 2009, 10:34:37 UTC

"Yeah, losing someone is always difficult," Wally agreed, still downcast. He picked up one of the little horses he'd been playing with earlier and tried carefully to balance it on top of a little tower. "And this place makes things even worse. If you weren't there, you don't know what really happened, and then no one knows what they do with the bodies or anything either... There's not a lot of space to say goodbye or get to the bottom of problems like who did what."

The horse didn't want to sit on the tower neatly, and nearly overbalanced several times before Wally set it back down and began fiddling with his bandages instead. The painkillers were wearing off, and it was starting to affect his concentration, which admittedly wasn't the greatest at the best of times. He couldn't remember that well what information he'd gotten from Bats and what he'd gotten from Grell (it had been a few really trying days) and, when Grell asked about Bruce, he realised he'd just screwed up big time ( ... )

deadlyjuliet August 24 2009, 00:20:01 UTC

Grell had never lost anyone he actually cared about until his darling madam. Everyone he knew, after all, were death gods and it was rather hard to lose them. Even when he wanted to sometimes. Like when he was in trouble. Hiding from Will, though, usually ended with a shoe kicking him in the head ( ... )

scarletspeedstr August 24 2009, 11:54:53 UTC

Wally was a little thrown by the touch, but smiled slightly all the same. He probably could have explained to Grell about how confusing the whole issue was for him - how he felt like he hadn't really known this version of Clark but was still shocked that something, anything, could have killed him - but he would have had to explain way too much and it wouldn't have given not only his secrets, but a bunch of others away too...

Any while he may be a little too trusting sometimes, Wally didn't think he was stupid.

....but maybe he was actually wrong there too, since he'd done the one thing he'd been hoping to avoid and dragged Bruce into the conversation as well. But kicking himself over it would have to come later, right now he had to really hope he could pull off an act well enough to make sure he didn't accidentally get Bruce into trouble. Not that he didn't think Bats could handle it, but this was Wally's mess if Bruce was right, not anyone else's ( ... )

deadlyjuliet August 25 2009, 00:54:48 UTC

Was that a wince? Wally West was not only digging into things he shouldn't be, but he was injured as well. Fancy that. It was like the wounded antelope coming to kick dirt on the lioness' face while she was hunting. Not too bright of him, but then, Grell liked it better that way. It made manuevering around him easier, albeit still fun. It wasn't like dancing with Sebastian over Jack the Ripper, but it was still a lovely number.

"He seemed like such a gentleman to me, a bit of a playboy, but that's aristocracy for you." That and bats. He'd handled the bats pretty well. "All fun and brains only when it comes to money." Grell leaned forward again, resting his chin on the back of his hand as he watched Wally carefully. "But what were you asking about? If it had to do with me, you should have just asked me."

scarletspeedstr August 25 2009, 02:06:20 UTC

So far so good, it seemed like Wally had managed to pull the attention from friends who were likely to kill him if they found out he'd nearly given them away and back onto himself. At least then if any psychos did come after him, Bats would be right in that he only had himself to blame. He just hoped he'd actually still be able to hear the 'I told you so's if Bruce was right about this whole mess. Despite the superspeed, he'd never been a fan of 'live fast and die young'.

But he still couldn't afford to relax just yet.

"I guess. I just..." he sighed, dropping his eyes back to the board between them and raking his good hand through his hair. "I was asking if he thought you could... kill someone. If maybe you could do what that Brainiac kid was saying."

deadlyjuliet August 25 2009, 02:41:05 UTC

The noose felt a little tighter after what Wally said, and Grell's shock was genuine - mostly. Outwardly, he appeared surprised and maybe even a little hurt that Wally would go so far in his suspicion. A hand raised to his chest, his eyes widened just a bit, his brows furrowed oh so slightly. Inwardly, he was plotting how best to get back to Bruce. Darling Mr. Wayne had indeed seen him kill that night. He'd crushed those disgusting bats in his hands and then discovered, much to his chagrin, that they didn't bleed right at all.

And now it seemed that his little Bat Killer was talking. As charming as the man was, he hadn't heard from him in a bit, so perhaps... Yes, perhaps it was time for the Reaper to go knocking, just to see what the man had to say.

"You suspected me that much? I thought you would have trusted me a little more than that, Wally." Not that he should or that it wasn't entirely unexpected. Sighing, he lowered his hand and looked away, crossing his arms. Now was the time for the indignant act. "And? Just ( ... )

scarletspeedstr August 25 2009, 03:00:12 UTC

The shocked reaction was expected, but Wally didn't know if it was because he'd gotten too close to the truth, or if Grell was genuinely upset that he suspected him at all. At the moment though, it didn't matter. It wasn't like his answer would change either way. He just wished there was some way to know for sure which it was.

"It's not that I don't trust you," Wally insisted, leaning forward again. "It's just that... I have to be sure. It's my job and those kind of habits don't just go away."

He sighed and scooped up one of the pointy chess pieces to toy with as he continued. "But he didn't have much to say, sorry. I mean, if he'd said anything concrete either way, then I wouldn't have come to talk to you in the first place, would I?" He blinked and added a quick, "no offence."

deadlyjuliet August 25 2009, 03:12:08 UTC

So there was no concrete proof - as expected - which gave Grell very little reason to give up his act. Although, it might be easier to continue just being himself to a certain degree and drop the butler persona altogether. But should be do that, it could have consequences down the line. Weighing his options, Grell hummed once - as if dissatisfied with Wally's answer - and decided to stick to the plan for now. He was, after all, outnumbered and until the other team cornered him in an alleyway with blood and a dead body on his hands? There was no reason to give up the fight.

"Of course - officer of the law and all that," he said, flippantly waving his hand. Grell really needed to learn to stop playing with fire like this. Every time he found a man he liked, something got in the way: heartlessness, the law, allegiance, .....work. Stupid Will. Stupid sexy Will. Why was he still ignoring him?! A death god at full power could lay waste to this place. So why was Will content to leave Grell alone? That rummy bastard ( ... )

scarletspeedstr August 25 2009, 04:00:39 UTC

More like forensics lab work," Wally muttered. Which was why he really wasn't good at this questioning people thing. Not to mention he'd never really done any of this even when the League was supposed to be questioning people. It'd always been something better left up to people like Bats, GL, Shayera, J'onn... Okay, pretty much anyone but him was better at this ( ... )

deadlyjuliet August 25 2009, 04:47:39 UTC

Right, forensics. The ones who crawled over the crime scenes and picked apart the bloody messes. Grell had seen them doing that in the back alleys of Whitechapel a few times. He'd gone back merely to amuse himself and to ensure that nothing would lead back to, well, him. The looks of horror on the men's faces though? Soooo worth it.

Leaning to the left, Grell rested his chin lightly across the back of his fingers, crossing his legs as he watched Wally flounder a bit at the idea of Landel's Institute-style justice. The poor boy was so...righteous. So very upstanding. He was a hero type, all right. He wanted justice and probably peace and love for the world. Sadly for him, such things simply did not exist. For all the glory that God gave them, the free will and the beauty of the world, Men were brutal creatures. "The what and why? Once you have that, what shall you do? Rehabilitate the criminals? Lock them up at night to keep them from killing again? Darling, you really must think these things through. The people here ( ... )

scarletspeedstr August 26 2009, 01:48:59 UTC

"I know it's not that easy," Wally answered, "but it's just that... innocent people are getting hurt and no one's willing to do anything about it. Do you expect me to just say that because I can't put people in prison or find some way to stop them from hurting others without harming them, that it's okay to just let it go? Look the other way or pretend it isn't happening? What about people who get hurt by this? Don't they have any rights ( ... )

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