(Plot Thread Thing) SURPRISE! A Little Gift From Crane, With Love
Characters: Jonathan Crane, the Queen, Open
Where: The Complex, the Shadowlands
When: After this so that Crane's had enough time to simmer and pout (and set up the toxin)
Summary: Crane's pissed off about what happened when he bumped into Harley Quinn and the Joker and decides to take it out on everyone else by fear toxining the entire complex. YOU GUYS ARE SO LUCKY.
Warnings: Uh, fear? Anger? Maybe some baaaaad language? Violence? All that good stuff.
The effects of his toxin had worn off, the shakes, shivers- Granny- had finally left, leaving him feeling sick, weak, and miserable. He didn't remember getting up from his flinching, curled position in the corner of the classroom, didn't remember stumbling out of the school, running as if escaping some horrible demon (in his mind, with the lingering effects of the toxin, he was); he didn't remember trying to open the door to his apartment, hands shaking, dropping the key to the floor, picking it up as he cursed violently and finally unlocked the door, slamming it behind him as he went inside. It had taken the rest of the day for the majour effects to wear off, but the minor effects still lingered- the Joker had hit him full in the face with a large dose. Shadows flickered constantly at the edges of his vision, and he was in a constant state of nervousness as the hallucinations would shimmer suddenly back into focus, then disappear, whispering and laughing into his ears.
Still, even with the toxin still filtering through his body system, he was able to work, able to tell himself to focus, to ignore it. Jonathan had been brewing up and stock-piling fear toxin ever since he had figured out that he could phase in whatever he needed at this place. He had a fairly large amount at this point, and it didn't take him more than a few days to decide what to do with it. After that, it took him another handful of days to assemble a timing device to attach to the release canisters. The next step was setting them up in frequently occupied and travelled areas- for such a technologically advanced place, Crane found that the air vents were your typical ones, exceedingly simply to unscrew and place a timed canister into.
He went back to his apartment, slipping on his mask while he waited. He waited until the very last minute, wanting to stay, to watch and observe how the people reacted, to know and memorize their each and every individual fears- but he knew he couldn't. When the timers went off, releasing the gas through the vents and into the various sections of the Complex, he left his apartment, bringing nothing with him except his mask and whatever canisters of toxin he usually carried on his person. Crane walked through the halls at a brisk pace, looking around frequently, headed for the teleporter room. When he got there, he paused for a brief moment, fingers hovering over the screen. He had had every intention of fleeing to Gotham, but now that he thought about it, that might not be the best idea- there were too many other Gothamites here who knew his name, knew who he was and how he worked, and that would be the first place they looked for him. Somewhere different, then, somewhere unknown. His decision made, Jonathan Crane punched in a random location, not knowing where he'd end up.
(ooc: ALRIGHT. I'm going to make two sub-threads- one for you guys to all play with, and then one for Crane and the Queen, which is closed to everyone else. If you want to make seperate posts for distributing the antitode, or taking care of the toxin, or something like that (IDK), fff, feel free, whatever. Use your imaginations for where the fear toxin puffs out all of a sudden- they're just general, high-traffic places where a lot of people usually either hang out or pass through. I'm not very good at complicated stuff like this, so I hope this is all alright and hunky-dory.)
Where: The Complex, the Shadowlands
When: After this so that Crane's had enough time to simmer and pout (and set up the toxin)
Summary: Crane's pissed off about what happened when he bumped into Harley Quinn and the Joker and decides to take it out on everyone else by fear toxining the entire complex. YOU GUYS ARE SO LUCKY.
Warnings: Uh, fear? Anger? Maybe some baaaaad language? Violence? All that good stuff.
The effects of his toxin had worn off, the shakes, shivers- Granny- had finally left, leaving him feeling sick, weak, and miserable. He didn't remember getting up from his flinching, curled position in the corner of the classroom, didn't remember stumbling out of the school, running as if escaping some horrible demon (in his mind, with the lingering effects of the toxin, he was); he didn't remember trying to open the door to his apartment, hands shaking, dropping the key to the floor, picking it up as he cursed violently and finally unlocked the door, slamming it behind him as he went inside. It had taken the rest of the day for the majour effects to wear off, but the minor effects still lingered- the Joker had hit him full in the face with a large dose. Shadows flickered constantly at the edges of his vision, and he was in a constant state of nervousness as the hallucinations would shimmer suddenly back into focus, then disappear, whispering and laughing into his ears.
Still, even with the toxin still filtering through his body system, he was able to work, able to tell himself to focus, to ignore it. Jonathan had been brewing up and stock-piling fear toxin ever since he had figured out that he could phase in whatever he needed at this place. He had a fairly large amount at this point, and it didn't take him more than a few days to decide what to do with it. After that, it took him another handful of days to assemble a timing device to attach to the release canisters. The next step was setting them up in frequently occupied and travelled areas- for such a technologically advanced place, Crane found that the air vents were your typical ones, exceedingly simply to unscrew and place a timed canister into.
He went back to his apartment, slipping on his mask while he waited. He waited until the very last minute, wanting to stay, to watch and observe how the people reacted, to know and memorize their each and every individual fears- but he knew he couldn't. When the timers went off, releasing the gas through the vents and into the various sections of the Complex, he left his apartment, bringing nothing with him except his mask and whatever canisters of toxin he usually carried on his person. Crane walked through the halls at a brisk pace, looking around frequently, headed for the teleporter room. When he got there, he paused for a brief moment, fingers hovering over the screen. He had had every intention of fleeing to Gotham, but now that he thought about it, that might not be the best idea- there were too many other Gothamites here who knew his name, knew who he was and how he worked, and that would be the first place they looked for him. Somewhere different, then, somewhere unknown. His decision made, Jonathan Crane punched in a random location, not knowing where he'd end up.
(ooc: ALRIGHT. I'm going to make two sub-threads- one for you guys to all play with, and then one for Crane and the Queen, which is closed to everyone else. If you want to make seperate posts for distributing the antitode, or taking care of the toxin, or something like that (IDK), fff, feel free, whatever. Use your imaginations for where the fear toxin puffs out all of a sudden- they're just general, high-traffic places where a lot of people usually either hang out or pass through. I'm not very good at complicated stuff like this, so I hope this is all alright and hunky-dory.)