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[victimofnoone]

Who: Perry Dawsey, Hayley Stark, Jonathan Crane [CLOSED]
When: Starting late last night and extending until Sunday afternoon.
Where: Deck, then CES
What: Hayley is nanomited to hate Crane and has an arsenal at her disposal, as well as a warden item. Perry owes Hayley a favor, but would probably chip in for free. aka: KIDNAPPING.
Warnings: Potential

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[hatestriangles]

Perry arrived on deck not long after Hayley, his expression relatively blank except for his lowered eyebrows. Despite how much he hated Crane - and yes, he did hate the man an awful lot - he wasn't as gung-ho for this as Hayley seemed to be. He'd never really been one for calculated violence. Exploding in rage, sure, but this just seemed cold. For one thing, it definitely wasn't in the spirit of the deal he and Crane had struck over dinner a couple weeks ago, and somehow he doubted he'd get any more information out of the other man after knocking him out and leaving him to Hayley. And speaking of Hayley, she seemed... off. It wasn't that he cared for her sake, but he was getting a sinking feeling like in those rare times when the enemy offense got a perfect touchdown play lined up and Perry hadn't spotted until it was already far too late to change his tactics. He felt like he'd been played, or was about to be, and the fact that he couldn't tell if that feeling was coming from Hayley or from the general atmosphere of fucked-up that

[victimofnoone]

"Aw, look at you, all brooding and stuff. It's kind of cute." Hayley's head flopped to the side to look up at him, a perfectly content smile on her face for what they were about to do. She walked the short distance to the warden only area, the item unlocking the door for her with a simple movement. Pressing the door open, she glanced around to be certain and then looked back over to Perry. "You wait in here, behind the door. I'll walk in first, then Crane. As soon as he's in front of you, you knock him out. Do I need to tell you how to do that too or do you think you can manage?"

There was an inherent confidence in her that wasn't usually there and her entire posture and focus were nearly the opposite of the last time they'd spoken, when she'd dropped the alcohol off to his room. The girl was nearly bristling with energy and all too eager to set her plan in motion.

[hatestriangles]

Perry sneered as she turned her back, his lips curling. His fingers clenched into tight fists. Oh, she rubbed him the wrong fucking way sometimes and he knew she knew it. But he swallowed the worst of his anger and followed her to the door. He was keeping track of how many times she disrespected him; some day soon, he'd have to teach her exactly why that was a bad, bad idea. But not now. Right now he just wanted to get this done.

"Yeah, I think I can manage," he said, his tone filled with sarcastic derision, cracking his knuckles loudly. He barely glanced at Hayley as he went through the door, though he did get close to her, a little warning emphasis on their comparative heights and builds. He turned when he was inside, raising his brows and gesturing at the warden item she'd used to let them in. "So where'd you get the item? You got your warden tied up back in your room or something?"

[victimofnoone]

Unfortunately, Hayley was fairly oblivious right now to the amount of danger she faced by even working with Perry, let alone teasing him. She had begun to catch on as her normal self, but now she was so busy with Crane and not caring much that she didn't give it a second thought. His size would normally be intimidating, but now it was only a benefit to her scheme. That was all she needed.

At his questions, she leaned on the door and give him another coy smile, this one slightly more sadistic than the last. "Maybe."

It was a lie, of course, but she still didn't want to admit to him being in a coma and it gave her a better reputation anyway. With one last arrogant and playful tilt of her head, she shifted to close the door behind her with nonchalance in order to step back out onto the deck. It gave Perry another moment to say something if he wanted, or time to intervene, but otherwise locked him in the warden areas and hoped he wouldn't screw everything up.

[In the CES]

[doctor_j_crane]

When Crane woke up he experienced the strange vertigo of being half upright. And the fact that his jaw ached. He gritted his teeth, trying to sit up properly. Which was somewhat difficult, considering that he appeared to be on a beach. Tied to a tree, on a beach. Crane spent a moment looking at the waves. He would have thought that he'd been thrown into some sort of port, if not for the fact that he'd clearly been hit in the face. Hard

[In the CES]

[victimofnoone]

Hayley perked up immediately at the sound of his voice. She had been down the beach a bit, looking for shells and idly wasting time as she waited for him to awaken. After all, there was no use sitting and waiting as if he was deeply important to her. She wanted him to realize how much she hated him, how little she cared about how he was doing or whatever else.

The girl walked over quickly, without looking too anxious, tossing her shells aside in the sand far out of Crane's reach before coming to stand in front of him. The girl had discarded her jacket off to the side of them, beside another tree, and her bag sat beside her jacket. The expression she wore was one simultaneously of joy and disgust. "Did you.. did you call me?"

[In the CES]

[doctor_j_crane]

Crane was slightly disturbed by the fact that Hayley had been collecting shells on the beach. It showed a complete lack of care and even an acknowledgment of how serious the situation was. He was tied to a tree in a potentially dangerous environment.

"Yes, obviously." Crane snapped, still testing the ropes. "This isn't funny, Hayley. What happened on the barge?"

He vaugely remembered something behind him, maybe. He didn't turn around fast enough to see what it was, but Crane was willing to bet that it wasn't someone or something pleasant.

[In the CES]

[victimofnoone]

Hayley stood not far from him, towering above him despite her small size, amused that he was still trying to speak logically and be patient, as if there was any escape or rescue for him. "Maybe it was an inmate? Or maybe, maybe it was Eames. It's hard to tell, you know. I think the excitement impaired my attention."

She crouched down not far from him, to the side to avoid any potential retaliation from his legs. A dismissive little smirk and a glance at the ropes later, she was smiling at him again. "Relax. You're still on the Barge. We're just going to have some fun, you know? Okay, well, I'll be having you. You might not be, but this is a really big day for me, you know? I'd appreciate if you could understand that, but, let's be honest, it doesn't really matter if you do."

[CES - Day one, hours later]

[doctor_j_crane]

Apparently, Hayley had not gotten bored. She remained a safe distance away, apparently not bothered at all by the passing time. For the first hour Crane had waited for a kind of nervous tension. Surely someone would be coming into the CES soon. He waited, expecting Eames or another warden to make an appearance. After the first hour, Crane's hopes for that started to die. He spent twenty minutes working on the ropes, applying pressure to them as best he could from various angles. It didn't help. If anything, Crane was reasonably sure that it tightened the knots.

By the third hour, Crane hated Hayley, the beach and everything on it. This type of waiting was frustrating, but nothing worse than the kind of insidious monotony that Arkham maintained. If it wasn't for the constant presence of Hayley, it would have been almost normal. But still, Hayley wasn't doing anything, which still left the ball in Crane's court. He wondered when it would get dark. Possibly soon, depending on the sun. But not soon enough to have any easy escape from

[CES - Day one, hours later]

[victimofnoone]

Hayley had drifted between searching for more shells, walking around barefoot in the water, and just reading in the shade of a palm tree. She was always nearby to Crane and always remained within his line of sight, but she also specifically always kept far enough away to avoid seemingly like she might care about him or be getting restless. Even though impatience gnawed at the back of her mind, she was perfectly content to ignore it and to continue doing what she was doing. He would break before she would. After all, she had done this many times before; how often had he?

"Mm," she replied dismissively, her tone of voice suggesting she was distracted. Finishing reading the paragraph she was on, she tucked her bookmark back into the book--The Lord of the Flies--and then set it aside and stood. The girl walked over, intentionally moving behind him again to get to her bag and grab another bottle of water. "I don't know. I'm kind of enjoying myself. It reminds me of California."

[CES - Day one, hours later]

[doctor_j_crane]

Crane had resented that book. It seemed so easy for Hayley just to sit at a distance, casually flicking through it as if she was just on the other side of a common room. She was colder than Crane had ever really expected her to be. It was admirable, in a way. But at the moment it was also highly inconvenient.

"I'm glad you're having so much fun." Crane said, the sarcasm more than obvious. "But there are better ways to have a day at the beach."

The fact that Hayley had moved out of sight again was frustrating. Crane started to grind his teeth, moving against the ropes again. He had to be patient. Sooner or later, he'd be able to find an angle. There was always an angle. Hayley had to have some kind of button to push that would provide an easy way out.

[CES - Day one, hours later] Sorry for delay.

[victimofnoone]

Hayley took a sip out of the bottle, then picked up the truth serum. She tucked the bottle into her arm for a moment to uncap the serum and then shifted it back to her hand. His words came during the process of this, not in the least bit impatient or perturbed by his negative attitude; really, who could blame him? She poured the truth serum into the bottle and then quickly capped it and tucked it back into her bag.

"Not for me," she replied honestly, something in her tone suggesting this was a familiar concept and she wasn't bothered with it in the least. Hayley moved around toward him with the bottle uncapped, pressing the liquid to her lips without drinking any. She lowered as she came around to Crane, as if she had just taken a small sip. "Did you need something, or are you just being impatient again?"