Dr. Jonathan Crane

Boy, oh boy. That Leo DiCaprio is so dreamy I completely fainted...

Tue, 21 May 2013 00:31:56 +1000

Boy, oh boy. That Leo DiCaprio is so dreamy I completely fainted in his presence. So embarrassing, I didn’t even get a chance to get my copy of Gilbert Grape signed.

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Tue, 21 May 2013 00:03:19 +1000

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mental-case-psychosis:

The woman was a bit uneasy. “I guess.” She got up and removed her cloak and walked over to him. “Put it on me, hun. And you may have handled other difficult people…but I’m not like those other ones..”

“We shall see.” He slid her arms through the sleeves of the jacket and did up the buckles at the back. “Hopefully this is calm enough and you can’t feel her breaking through yet. Move over to that chair so I can latch you to it. If she is as bad as you say she is, just keeping her arms tied will be unlikely to render her completely defenceless.”

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Mon, 20 May 2013 23:14:00 +1000

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diableret:

Diableret didn’t answer the question, she did not have to. It was obvious it was kill or be killed. She reached into the pocket of her leather jacket and removed a small copper coloured bullet with a detailed engraving on it in a detailed and artist font that told him she had carved it. It read ‘E.Nygma.’
“I won’t need to get near enough to hear or feel his stupid riddles and insults..” she stated simply. Of course Jason had taught her to shoot. She was his girl after all. Not only that but with so many thugs after her and her only weapon being those knives he was not about to risk losing her because she had to jump into danger to deal with it. That was past though. Now they were both refusing to talk to each other. Pride was a vicious thing for both of them. Sorry the most difficult word to let slip past their lips.

A sudden concerning thought struck Crane. His eyes quickly scanned the surrounding area. He couldn’t make out anyone through the darkness, but that didn’t mean that no one could see him. Associating with Diableret in public now seemed a dangerous decision. He had met with Nygma several times, but they never saw each other as enemies. Never sought to destroy the other. If word got to Nygma that Crane was an associate of Diableret, it put a potential target on Crane’s head. And Crane didn’t want Nygma as an enemy. Not that Nygma personally wasn’t someone Crane couldn’t take care of, but Nygma’s resources were considerable, and he had some very capable henchmen. It was perhaps wisest to move along, and Diableret’s dodging of questions meant there was nothing to be gained by continuing to stand around and talk.

“True…true…well, as charming as it is to stand amongst all this blood and chat, perhaps it is best if I escort you home now. I think you’ve had enough excitement for one night. But tell me - how much excitement have you been getting these days? Or is it all hiding in your apartment? I must say that a few short minutes in this park has you already looking happier and healthier than I have seen you lately.”

I am very sad today Dr Crane. May i have a little cuddle please?

Fri, 17 May 2013 23:58:00 +1000

Dr Crane doesn’t do little cuddles. Dr Crane only does great BIG cuddles. Great, big, syringey, painful, nightmarish, vomit-inducing cuddles. And kisses. Don’t forget kisses. You won’t be able to forget them since the horror of seeing a grim, decaying face lowering towards you will be forever etched on your now-mangled consciousness. Hope it cheers you up!

Pssst. This is late, but that Mother's Day picture was actually Hush murdering his mother (Heart of Hush #5). Elliot was also fond of Aristotle quotes, so it makes sense he'd be the one who'd say that.

Fri, 17 May 2013 23:48:00 +1000

Whoops. Clumsy Crane. Looks like I’ve made the mistake of so many others before me and confused Jonathan Crane with Thomas Elliot.

I remember growing up, I would always be given his school work back instead of my own, or people would call out his name across the schoolyard when they were trying to get my attention, or the police would raid his house to uncover a secret lab of inhumane experiments. There was also that time a girlfriend of his confused the two of us, and, well…she filed the restraining order against me by mistake.

Panophobia

Fri, 17 May 2013 23:38:37 +1000

Panophobia:

undeadinmorde:

She didn’t listen to what he really said. She was replaying that night in her head. Usually she could block it out and easily move on, but she never did admit that to her boss. Part of it was her fault for not telling him about it when he asked. But it took small steps. Telling someone to suck it up did nothing. He was still heartless and she was desperate. Hearing him speak that just made her sob harder. There was no need for him to talk. At that point Raven was willing to give it all up for someone to show her some sympathy.
She was still a child. Raven was months away from 20 and it only added to her stress. Yesterday and the earlier morning, Raven wanted Crane’s approval, if she had done something right. But working in the field had reopened a healed scar. She choked when she attempted to talk, but her words did eventually come. “Call me a whining child, I don’t care. Certain things you cannot forget.” Then he said it. “I did not deserve what he did to me!” she screamed. “I deserved a better life!”

Her knees gave out on her and she fell back on the bed and started to stroke Nora’s hair, hoping that the girl could understand her sympathy even if she was asleep.

Crane grabbed Raven’s wrist tightly and pulled it away from Nora, standing over the both of them. “Then take a better life! Did you really expect it to just be handed to you? I was handed nothing! I took everything for myself! I can’t remember ever crying on a bed and hoping that some knight in shining armour or act of god would magic all my troubles away.”

Raven had never looked so pathetic in Crane’s eyes. It was like staring at the Jonathan Crane he could have been if he’d given up, and allowed the world to continue taking advantage of him. In a way, Raven’s tears caused a stab of pride to strike at Crane. A reminder of what he had fought against. But she was not in the minority. She was in the majority. The majority of people who allowed their problems to overcome them and reduce them to nothing.

“If you’re looking for someone to pat you on the head and say ‘There there’ you’ve come to the wrong doctor. I’m not going to comfort you, because I don’t want to weaken you further. You’re certainly weak enough already. I can’t even imagine how much stronger and successful I would have become if I had my own Dr Jonathan Crane to come and tell me how pathetic I was being. You want to think about your horrible past? Be my guest. But if it’s going to reduce you to a blubbering mess then do it on your own time. You’re no use to Nora in this state. You look worse than she does.”

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Fri, 17 May 2013 22:21:47 +1000

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mental-case-psychosis:

“It depends on how long. Something we can work on. I guess I can show you her…As long as you’re at a very safe distance..okay?”

“Certainly, Ms Keke. But don’t think I can’t take care of myself. I’ve dealt with some difficult people in the past. Wait here a second.” Crane left the cell and returned a minute later with a straightjacket. “Would you mind putting this on and moving to the other wide of the cell, Ms Keke? Then we can work on getting your friend loose.”

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Fri, 17 May 2013 22:21:30 +1000

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diableret:

She stopped walking, turning to face him. A moments though flashed telling through her eyes before she spoke. He would not sell her out, he had too much to lose himself.
“I simply demanded information regarding the current whereabouts of my questionable ex… well the question remains on how trustworthy that information is still lies open, Edward always did like to play games…”

She did not care if the bodies were discovered, nor if the killing pattern was signature to her blades. It would only act as a warning. As a message back to Nygma himself at what he was really dealing with.

Over Diableret’s shoulder, Crane saw a smirking thug walk out from behind a tree. Perhaps he had seen Diableret from a distance and thought she would make an easy target. Whatever his initial intentions, his confidence turned to horror when he caught sight of the bloodied bodies lying around her, and he quietly slinked back into the darkness.

“Does this mean that while Mr Nygma is chasing you, you are also chasing Mr Nygma? I’m not sure the additional stress would do a woman in your…current condition, any good at all. Dare I ask what would happen if you were to find him before he finds you, Ms Duguid?”

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Tue, 14 May 2013 23:11:18 +1000

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diableret:

Diableret looked at him, resuming to walk forward into the darkness of the park. She was in somewhat more high spirits after their little run in. Perhaps it was the danger that made her feel alive, the danger that stopped her from sinking back to being the girl she once was.
“Now what ever gave you that idea Doctor?” she deliberated in a sarcastic tone. “Well, lets just say, Edward and I parted on rather… unpleasant terms…”

“Yes, I think I could have guessed that.” He surveyed the scene around them. 5 dead and bloodied men would raise questions. It wasn’t unusual to find bodies in the park come morning, but more often than not they were young women partially or wholly disrobed, and badly beaten. These gentlemen were out of the ordinary, but given they were unlikely to have family that would care enough about their wellbeing to come forward, it shouldn’t be an issue.

“As the respectful gentleman that I am, I did not eavesdrop on your conversation with our lobotomised friend. But is the topic of discussion something you would be willing to share, or is it between you and him? I think that if the information you obtained pertains in any way to my level of safety on this particular evening should I choose to remain in your company, I would prefer to hear it.”

Panophobia

Tue, 14 May 2013 22:40:19 +1000

Panophobia:

undeadinmorde:

Raven’s mouth opened in shock at his words and felt her eyes fill with tears. Nora was having a hard time standing, and so Raven had to leave her sitting on the floor for a second while the assistant had to think, but she couldn’t ignore his words. “If you even imagined what I had to go though, what my own damn father did to me. He tied me down and beat me up like an animal, and that wasn’t even close to what he did to my mother.” Silent tears now went down her face, and she wasn’t left with another choice that wouldn’t get them both out safely.
Raven had to stand Nora back up and try steering her back into the room, but, of course, the woman started to shriek and fight back. “I’m so sorry,” Raven cried and pulled out her own syringe of a sleeping medication that would keep her out. Once the unconscious, beaten girl was placed back on the bed, Raven collapsed on it herself and started to sob loudly, hating everything that Crane made her do and what he said in the past five minutes.

Crane followed closely behind Raven and into the bedroom as she pathetically collapsed on the bed. This is what he got for doing something nice. For trying to give Raven something she would enjoy. All he had now was a tangled mess and a sobbing assistant. He partially blamed himself. Doing things for others had brought about the undoing of plenty of people before him. Crane should have learned from their mistakes.

“Get off the bed, Ms Morde. Your tears sicken me. What do you expect to gain from all this whining? You think my upbringing was a casual stroll in the park? I would have given anything for the woman I called a mother to treat me like an animal! It would have been a step up. And I didn’t have anyone to share my pain with. It was mine and only mine. No one to cry to. No one to whinge and whine to. So I didn’t. I accepted what I was given, and decided I wanted something else. Which I took. Which is what I have. I never had time to cry pathetically on a bed. And I never will. So forgive the rather uncouth expression, Ms Morde, but it’s time for you to grow a pair and stop being a victim. Your tears are not helping that girl in the slightest.”

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Tue, 14 May 2013 22:35:32 +1000

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diableret:

It did not take long to get the man to squeal. Nygma’s men were so predictable, it was simply now a question of whether the man was given the right information. Nygma did like to cover his back by feeding various goons different stories after all. There was no way to know bar to take a risk of finding out. The goon certainly wouldn’t know if it was true or not. Time to show some mercy to the piece of slime under her boot. She aimed her pistol and shot him in the temple.
“Now that is a truly effective lobotomy…” she smirked towards Crane. “…patient is rendered harmless and non violent… completely” She kicked the mans body turning her attention back to Doctor Crane. It was almost a jibe at the profession he was part of. A profession to harness the criminally insane. This, in her mind, was the only way to deal with these sorts of men.

Crane returned the smirk. “A very efficient treatment, Dr Duguid.” He felt an unusual sense of satisfaction at hearing Diableret’s jibe. She had the same twinkle in her eye that she had when they first met. Someone who had no fear of the world because she knew she was stronger than anything it could throw at her. He was right about that still being within her. The question now was how much longer it would last.

“Thing is, Ms Duguid, I quite enjoy a stroll through this park at night. Occasionally encounter a troublemaker, but nothing I can’t take care of myself. Seems that being set upon by these gentlemen on the same night I had you for company isn’t quite a coincidence. Would it be fair to suggest that someone sent these men purposely to take you out?”

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Tue, 14 May 2013 00:04:10 +1000

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mental-case-psychosis:

“Well she wouldnt come out if you calmly tied me to the bed but if we were fighting and struggling then yes..She would could come. Also its hard to get me back to me…My friend would play or sing very soft calming music.” She thought for a bit. “Is there a very important reason why you want to see her?” She asked. “Okay um…what do you really want from me?”

“So what you’re saying is that if you willingly let yourself be tied into a straightjacket and fastened to a chair, there would be no risk. Nevermind how long it takes to get you back, you have quite a long stay ahead of you. We have all the time in the world. And the reason I want to see her is because she is a part of you, and to truly diagnose you, I need to see all facets of your mind. There’s really no point you being here if you don’t let me see her.”

Hoping that every mother out there had as great a Mother’s...

Sun, 12 May 2013 20:34:15 +1000

Hoping that every mother out there had as great a Mother’s Day as I did.

Happy Mother’s Day to all!

Panophobia

Sun, 12 May 2013 17:33:00 +1000

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undeadinmorde:

“Maybe I understand what’s it’s like to be in her situation. If she goes back in there she’ll die, we save and help people, Crane. We’re not always here to pick on the little guys. We’re getting her out of here.” She breathed quickly. “You want to know what happened to me? Fine. My mother was raped, and she had me. In a very similar situation such as this, and she got away. She hid me, and up until three years ago she never saw that man until he came after me. You want to know what he did to me Crane, I could’ve killed him myself. But I couldn’t bring myself to do it once I was given the chance. Nora is getting out of here, you heartless man.”
Ignoring his threat, she got Nora off of the ground and steadied her, getting her out of the room and back into the hallway, ready to throw any kick or punch she would have to use against Crane if this girl didn’t get help and away from this place before her entire life could be ruined.

Crane quickly moved down the hall so he was blocking Raven’s path. He held a needle up threateningly. “This can be for either you or her, I don’t care which. Either way, she goes back in the room. I’m not saying we leave her there forever, I’m saying we sit down and think about what to do. Surely a situation like this deserves more than a few seconds thought, or do you think abduction and rape is something to take in our stride?”

Crane was struggling to maintain his composure now. He felt that if he had to beat Raven half to death to keep Nora here, he would. For every modicum of respect Raven had earned of his, she had earned just as much of his ire. She still hadn’t gained the slightest bit of respect for him. They were still on the clock, still working, and yet she didn’t do as he said. He didn’t have to put up with this. “It doesn’t surprise me at all that a person so foolish and reckless is the product of a conception smothered in hatred and pain. But if you think that gives you some sort of authority here, think again. Your mother’s weakness does not give you strength. Now get back in that room, lest you learn how I can be much more of a nightmare than your father.”

"Damn anons." Wendy grumbled silently to herself as she opened his office door, ignoring the other doctors that watched her. She rolled behind his desk and took a hold of his neck tie, pulling him towards her so she could press her lips to his.

Sun, 12 May 2013 01:37:00 +1000

Crane barely had time to look up from his notes when suddenly his lips had collided with someone else’s. He pulled back and saw “….Ms White? What on earth….did I inhale some fear toxin during my last appointment?” He looked her up and down, which didn’t long given the chair was all he really needed to confirm her identity. He pushed his own chair back a little. “Ms White, I am rarely this upfront with this sort of question, particularly in the Asylum, but….have you completely lost your mind?”

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Fri, 10 May 2013 22:59:43 +1000

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mental-case-psychosis:

“Okay one that sounds super sexual and doctors dont do that and two yeah she’ll come out a destroy everything and everyone she sees. She only comes out when I’m on the edge of being taken out or any sorta of violence.” She explained. “Anything that gives me a rush or struggle..she’ll come out on her own.. can’t contol her..” She tilted her head to the side.

“Try to keep your mind out of the gutter, Ms Keke. A bed is a safe and secluded place. And do not refer to me as “doctors.” I assure you I am nothing like the others in my profession. I am much more effective. Are you suggesting to me that even to try and tie you up, no matter how slowly and calmly it was done, would unleash her?”

Wait you're a vegetarian?

Fri, 10 May 2013 22:53:00 +1000

Of course. You think I want precious little animals to die just so I can have something to eat? What sort of heartless bastard do you take me for? Now if you’ll excuse me, I threw some children in the ocean to heal of their fear of water and I really think I should check on them.

thenewdoctorofarkham replied to your post: “You’re not funny.” Oh my isn’t he ever the...

Wed, 08 May 2013 20:29:09 +1000

thenewdoctorofarkham replied to your post: “You’re not funny.”

Oh my isn’t he ever the spoil-sport. I think you are hilarious.

Thank you kindly. I’ve always said that laughter is the second best medicine. The best medicine is, of course, scaring the germs out of people through graphic torture of inhumane psychological experimentation (which often draws plenty of laughter out of me).

"You're not funny."

Wed, 08 May 2013 16:49:00 +1000

Well, maybe not, but I remain intelligent, courageous, powerful, cunning, an excellent dancer, cuddly, handsome, athletic, the best Mario Kart player in Arkham, professional, a real people-person, vegetarian, motivated, competent in Microsoft Word and Excel, friendly, dynamic, attractive, and have impeccable fashion sense.

You, on the other hand, are….well, I suppose you’re honest. So you have that going for you. Not sure about the love of wearing hoods, though. It’s very last year.

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Wed, 08 May 2013 16:38:10 +1000

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mental-case-psychosis:

“The weapon is my intelligents…Darkness inside…I am really that ‘cute little bouncing ball of energy’ all day until the darkness comes out and you dont see the real mean for at least…” She looked up at the clock then thought for a few moments. “You wont see the cute little me for…at least a half hour..more or less. I want everyone else to see me as a kind happy person but….she gets in the way.”

“I’m pleased to hear that, but I think I would quite like to have some time to speak with her. Can you choose to let her out?” Crane was always keen to add weapons to his human arsenal. Keke’s alter ego was dangerous, and Crane liked the idea of being able to unleash her onto the city. “Perhaps if I bound you to the bed, we would be able to keep her under control.”