Penitentiary - Jonathan Crane's Cell

[Dr. Jonathan Crane]

Located in the Penitentiary next to Nigma's Cell​

 

[Dr. Jonathan Crane]

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Name (Nickname): Jonathan Crane AKA Scarecrow
Attire: [x]
Location: Jonathan Crane's Cell
Tagging: Himself
Time: January 9th, 2013, Evening
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

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Jonathan groaned in pain as his face was slammed hard into the ground by one of Arkham’s meaty guards, a hand pressed into the back of his hooded head as the restraints on his wrists where tightened. A sharp crack of glass echoed through the hall, his glasses cracking in multiple places against the hard serface. Fingers gripped his upper arms as he was hauled off the floor and too his feet. He could feel liquid running down his face and had no doubt that his nose was bleeding. It never took much to get it going, and having his face smashed into the ground generally did the trick.

He groaned as his hood and mask where ripped off his head, hanging off the back of his neck from the cowl as he was tossed ceremoniously into his cell once more. His plan had failed, the Bat had caught him once more and he was once again back in Arkham. He sneered as he slammed his hand into the ground. The guard tossed an orange jump suit on the slab of metal they called a bed.
“Put some damn clothes on! No one wants to see your scrawny naked body.” The guard said. He wasn’t fully naked, but his cowl barely covered more than the upper part of his torso.

Jonathan glared at the guard as he left the cell and closed the door, the large unbreakable glass viewing window shaking just slightly at how hard it slammed shut. Jonathan jumped from the sound and sat down on his bed, throwing the orange jumper defiantly at the viewing window.

 

[LoveTheWayYouLie]

Harleen Quinzell (Nickname):Harley Quinn
Attire: Attire
Location: Arkham Asylum
Tagging: Anyone to see/hear
Time:Rp time
Sexual Orientation: Straight


It was always fun to watch people come in and out. Mostly the big guys, there gave the guards a harder time than others. But it was different when it was someone like her.
The loud buzzing sounds of hallway security doors opening and closing was enough to startle any inmate that is lost in their own happy world. Blaring orders from the meat head guards echoed in the hallways.

Harley, comfortable in her nice…off white cell, was laying on her bed in the middle of the room. Hanging upside down and humming to herself. Her lips loudly chewing gum. The underside of her bed littered with chewed up bits of gum…it was one of the only things she was allowed to have as a treat for good behavior. Her long blonde hair tied up in messy pig tails on her head. The sound of the shouting and opening doors made her jump.

“WOAH!” She yelped and fell off her bed and only the hard floor. She wore a loose fitting jump suit of the ugliest orange. She moaned and rubbed her back and bottom. Only to hear men yelling in the hallway. Hopping up she peered out her very small cell door window and into the hallway. There, was Crane, having his mask ripped off his head. The blood dripping down his face. She winched, “Man…gezze….hit the guy alittle harder why dontca….He is only so big, gawd.” She said to herself. Those blue eyes looking out the window as they tossed him into his cell. As they passed one tapped on her window.

“STEP AWAY FROM YOUR DOOR” He snapped as Harley disappered back into her room as she made face at him where he couldn’t see her.

“Big bully…” She hissed, waiting till they were gone she peeked back out the window. She could not see Crane’s cell it was just alittle to far down. She looked at the air vent, but just leaned back against the door. The urge to talk to someone was driving her crazy. Blowing a bubble she popped it and sighed.

 

[Dr. Jonathan Crane]

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Name (Nickname): Jonathan Crane AKA Scarecrow
Attire: [x]
Location: Jonathan Crane's Cell
Tagging: Himself
Time: January 9th, 2013, Evening
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

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Jonathan looked up as two orderlies came into the room. He smiled broadly at them, the image of the scarecrow smiling, even without the mask, was often frightening. It meant he was up to no good.

"Good evening!" He said, the smile slowly fading from his face. "What brings you to my fine establishment this evening."

"No jokes Crane." One of the guards said, standing to the side to allow the orderlies to work. The two orderlies moved towards him as Crane looked to the guard, sitting up on his bed.

"Jokes? Oh no no no, Mr. Moody. You must have me mistaken for someone else. I'm the Scarecrow." He said looking at him as if he was talking to a child. "The Joker is elsewhere." He said standing up making the orderlies jump back. The guard moved forward.

"Stay where you are Crane. No trouble." He said. Scarecrow looked at him, his eyebrows together in confusion.

"First you don't want joke, now you don't want trouble." He said before smiling once again. "You know you picked a horrible profession if you don't like either." He said before turning to the orderlies. "Are you scared of me?" He asked them. He could tell both of them where terrified of him. He wondered briefly what their hazard pay was in a place like this. "Come now .... you're both twice the size of me. Surely you're not scared of a gangly nerdy ex psychologist." He said.

"You know ... I used to get picked on quite a bit when I was younger by people like you ... I bet there was a scrawny kid in your classes you beat up all the time. Too bad none of them had the guts to stand up to people like you." The orderlies looked at each other before slowly walking towards Crane.

"Oh, now look who's brave." He said with a smile. The orderlies approached him. Soon as they neared him Jonathans hand swiped out. Both the orderlies jumped back each holding their hand. They weren't hurt but they both had two small pin pricks on their hands, a tiny bit of blood running down their hands.

Two needles dropped from Crane's hands clattering onto the floor. The orderlies looked to the needles before they started screaming, and ran from the room. The guard looked to Crane, taking a step towards him before thinking better of it and leaving.