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Post by Paroxysm on Jul 20, 2009 3:01:19 GMT -5
The dark and dreary containment for the criminally insane of Gotham.
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Post by Paroxysm on Aug 8, 2009 18:57:43 GMT -5
Dr. Crane was sitting in his office, planning the… therapy of one of his patients. He loved his job. He truly did. It gave him power. Power and test subjects. He was well on his way to his fear toxin becoming even more potent. He just had to be careful, one slip up and one of his patients die… and he gets caught. That wasn’t allowed.
Suddenly, the phone on his desk rang loudly. He shot it a glare, his silver-blue eyes sparkling with annoyance, as he picked it up. “Dr. Crane,” he snapped. “Doctor, I’ve got a police officer on the line who wants to talk with you,” the receptionist said timidly. Urgency shot through Crane. They better not know… “Fine, put them through,” he said. “Alright…” A few seconds later an icy, firm, female voice rang through the phone. “Dr. Jonathan Crane I presume?” she asked. Crane could already tell that she meant business. “Yes, and who is this?” he asked. “I’m Lieutenant Scarlett Jaide,” she said. “I have a request for you.” “Yes?” “We’ve finally picked up a Ash* Sheridan, who calls herself Paroxysm. You’ve most likely heard of her.” Crane said he had and Scarlett continued. “We’re currently bringing her to your asylum and I personally believe she needs the best help she can get. I would like you to take her case on.”
Crane considered it for a moment. Paroxysm… a fairly well-known woman. She was the one who killed the football coach one day and later came to invent a toxin creating pain. Whoever she was, she had to be smart, very smart, to create something like that.
“I’d be happy to, Lieutenant,” he said. “Have a good day.” “Wait a minute Doctor,” Scarlett said. “Yes?” Dr. Crane asked, annoyed. “I just have some information we’ve learned about her that may be useful. She was recently fired, misses her family and is afraid of pain and apparently strait jackets.” Dr. Crane smiled in the solitude of his office. “Thank you, you’re right, that may be useful.” He hung up the phone. And had something to look forward to.
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Post by Paroxysm on Aug 8, 2009 20:04:03 GMT -5
Ash sat in a corner of her cell, trying to curl into a fetal position. She was trying not to struggle, shiver or cry… but they had put her in the dang strait jacket. But she was scared of the things. If you fall while wearing one you can’t catch yourself, if someone does something to you you cant’s stop them… Ash swallowed hard, trying to ignore the jacket and hide in her daydreams.
Then the door was opened and Ash looked up. The first thing she saw was a pair of beautiful, silver-blue eyes that seemed to bore through anything they looked at. Ash’s breath caught in her chest. The man she was looking at was thin and tall, he had black (or really dark brown, she couldn’t tell) hair and was wearing a suit and carrying a briefcase. And he had those eyes.
“Hello Miss Sheridan,” he said, his voice cool and collected, “I’m Dr. Crane.” “Uh, hi,” Ash stammered. “Miss Sheridan-“ “Ash…” Ash said quietly, looking away. “I’m here to help you, alright?” Ash nodded, staring at the floor next to her. “I need it don’t I?” she mumbled, half to herself. “Everybody does,” Crane said, setting his briefcase down. “I heard you were fired from your job.” Ash groaned, “Is that all people are going to bother me about?” She tried to put her head in her hands, but failed because of the strait jacket and let out an involuntary shiver. “Knowing the story might be able to help me know what’s wrong,” Dr. Crane said. “Why did you shiver?”
He already knew the answer, but it was better to ask… besides, if she talked about it he could see the fear without having to make enemies of her, just yet.
“I-…” Ash cut off, trying not to shiver anymore and not to cry.
Everything was going so wrong… sometimes you just need a few days to cry even if it’s weak. It’s a necessary weakness. Not everyone can feel nothing. Dr. Crane was waiting patiently for her answer, not pressing her, not forcing her to say anything. She liked that.
“I’m scared of not being able to move my arms,” Ash said quietly. “And yeah, I was fired.” “Why?” Crane asked. “For which?” “Both.” “I’m scared cause I can’t do anything, or help myself, if something happens,” Ash explained.
‘Possible paranoia,’ Crane thought to himself. She automatically assumed that things would happen to her.
“I got fired because sticklers can’t take a joke.” “Did you like your job?” Crane asked. “I loved it,” Ash mumbled. “It was my life.” “What did you do?” “I was the science teacher at Gotham Middle School.”
Crane raised his eyebrows. So this was the ‘incompetent’ teacher he had heard about. The one the students missed. This was much more interesting than he had even hoped for!
“Really?” he asked the question as a statement. “I gave a lecture there for the new teacher. He said you were incompetent.” “I. Was. Not.” Ash hissed, looking back at the doctor. “Their GPA improved by at least ten percent when I came, you can even ask the principal. They just didn’t like that I said nothing in science was completely definite or positively true. I wasn’t ‘incompetent’.” “Don’t worry, I believe you. Anyone who knows how to make a gas that creates pain is definitely not incompetent for a science career. Even the greatest scientists don’t know exactly how pain works.” Ash smiled slightly. That was clever of her… “How did you do that anyways?” Crane asked, truly interested. “I’m not going to give away my secrets!” Ash said in a fake appalled voice, smirking. “Then just one part?” Crane goaded. Ash giggled a little bit. “Maybe, but not now,” she said. “Alright, I can live with that,” Crane said. “Dr. Crane?” Ash asked, her face back to its confused and worried look. “Yes?” “…How were they?” “Who?” “My students. Were they happy?” Crane contemplated on what to tell her, the truth would probably make her happy, a lie might get a little more information from her. He decided that the truth would be better, considering he was trying to make her think he was a good guy. “Not exactly,” he admitted. “I think they were unhappy with the new teacher.” “Could you… could you tell me exactly what happened?” Ash asked. “When you saw them?” “I gave them a speech on psychology, and I got a little… annoyed with the teacher for having me pretty much run the class.” “Slacker…” Ash muttered. “When the students walked into the class before I saw them look at a wall where I believe you hung posters that they liked, they looked sad. I knew that had something that would frustrate the teacher, so I asked what was there. A girl told me that you had your posters there before, and I asked where you were. The teacher got a little angry and snapped at me, telling me that you were incompetent and fired for it. The students didn’t know you were fired until then-“ “They what?” Ash almost yelled. “They didn’t TELL them?!” “I don’t believe so,” Crane said, taken aback by her outburst. “See, that’s why I was their favorite. I told them what was happening, always,” Ash muttered.
‘Delusions of grandeur,’ Crane thought. She assumed she was the favorite.
“After the teacher snapped at me a girl named Cynthia passed out.” “Again?” Ash asked, surprised. “That had happened before?” Crane asked. “Yeah, I’ve been telling her to go see a doctor but she never seemed to get any better,” Ash explained.” “Hm..” Crane thought for a second. What could the girl have to hide that she won’t see a doctor for? “Had you ever seen her... act like a cat in class?” “Yes, sometime she would meow, but I had friends like that in 6th grade so I didn’t pay any attention to it.” Ash frowned, “That wasn’t a mistake was it?” “Don’t worry, I don’t think it was,” Dr. Crane assured her. “Thank god,” Ash sighed. “It sounds like you care about her,” Crane said. “I told you, they were my life. The whole class was my life, if I screwed up with them…” Ash looked away. “You’d feel terrible?” Crane asked. Ash nodded. She tried to raise her hand to brush her hair out of her face and was once again reminded of the strait jacket when her arm stopped a few inches from her body. She shivered again and groaned quietly, wanting to hug her knees but unable to, once again, because of the jacket. “Here,” Crane said, standing up, “turn around.” Ash frowned in confusion, but turned. She smiled in relief as she felt the jacket loosen and Dr. Crane helped her get it off. “Thank you Dr. Crane,” Ash said, sighing and stretching out her arms. She smiled at him. “Don’t mention it,” Crane said, holding the strait jacket. “I have to go now. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” “Okay, bye,” Ash said, cracking her fingers.
They were both left thinking. Crane was already thinking about how she would act under his control of her terror. And Ash was busy convincing herself that she did NOT have a crush on the doctor.
She wasn’t doing too well.
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Post by Chloe on Aug 8, 2009 20:16:15 GMT -5
paul and cynthia conner were visiting arkem to see there favoit teacher ms Sheridan "um we are ere to see ms Sheridan."cynthia politly msaid the desk woman noded and led them dowm the hall to Ashs room and opend the door and then left "um hi ms Sheridan."paul said "its good to see you."cynthia said
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Post by Paroxysm on Aug 11, 2009 13:17:35 GMT -5
Ash's face split into a giant grin when she saw the two. "Paul! Cynthia!" She exclaimed happily. "What are you two doing here?"
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Post by Chloe on Aug 11, 2009 13:19:41 GMT -5
"we head you were here and wanted to stop by."cynthia said "yea."paul agreed
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Post by Paroxysm on Aug 11, 2009 13:24:00 GMT -5
Ash tilted her head. "I would think that you two would be worried to see me..." she gestured around, "at least here."
Meanwhile, the receptionist had told Dr. Crane that his patient had some visitors. He was fuming, as it hadn't been run by him beforehand... so he was rushing over as fast as he could.
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Post by Chloe on Aug 11, 2009 14:16:45 GMT -5
"well we dident kmow what happend to you you just left.they never told us where you went we were worried."cynthia said "yea your classes rocked your the only techer who got me intersted in siance."said paul
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Post by Paroxysm on Aug 11, 2009 14:20:55 GMT -5
Ash smiled. "They fired me because of how I woke up Danny, you remember that?"
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Post by Chloe on Aug 11, 2009 14:33:37 GMT -5
"yea."they said in unison
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Post by Paroxysm on Aug 11, 2009 14:39:55 GMT -5
Ash chuckled, "It was funny. The principal just didn't-"
Dr. Crane burst into the room angrily and Ash jumped. "You two. Out. Now." He ordered them, grabbing their shoulders to lead them out.
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Post by Chloe on Aug 11, 2009 14:42:23 GMT -5
they were led out of the room "bye ms Sheridan."cynthia said paul waved his hand in good bye
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Post by Paroxysm on Aug 11, 2009 14:46:33 GMT -5
Ash frowned as they were led out. "Bye," she said.
When they were out of the room, Dr. Crane led them down the hallways until they came to an office. It was filled with books and paperwork and a big desk. Crane closed the door and turned on the children. "Do you have any idea how dangerous that was?!" he snapped at them. "That woman is dangerous!"
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Post by Chloe on Aug 11, 2009 14:49:13 GMT -5
"shes not dangouse dr crane she was our teacher for years."cynthia resoned "yea."paul agreed
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Post by Paroxysm on Aug 11, 2009 14:52:53 GMT -5
Crane narrowed his silver-blue eyes. "Do you know what she's done to get here?" he asked, his voice like ice.
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