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Post by Bane on Jan 30, 2013 3:57:26 GMT -5
((Okay... So... Thread in which Bane is destroying Arkham and releasing anyone imprisoned. Feel free to use this as an entrance for your psycho into this forum! I welcome/encourage it!
January 15th?? And uhhh... Open within reason ;] ))
The sky was dark, despite the sun having not fallen. Black clouds thin and misty, raining hard on the city occasionally illuminating Gotham with a flash of lightning, followed by a crack and a rumble of thunder. The Asylum’s gates were closed, as they always were. A darkness attached to them as if the villains locked away inside had weaved their wicked words around the bars. But soon they would no longer have to endure the agony of their captivity. The Masked Man was at work.
Two large vehicles, like army trucks with flat nosed fronts, and long trailers hooked on the back pulled to the front of Arkham Asylum’s Gates, followed by a familiar tank, identical in everything except color to the Batmobile. Mercenaries began filing out of the trucks, not many but at the very least a little more than a dozen. One, more noticeable than others, as he stood atop the tank.
Bane. The mercenary was wearing his jacket with the fur inside, a familiar mask, as always, strapped to the front of his face. When he spoke, his voice was unmistakable, cutting clearly through even the storm that had slowly been building.
“People of Gotham! Before you lay a domicile of oppression in which your fellow comrades have been imprisoned within! Condemned with a diagnosis that says they are unfit, and unworthy to walk amongst the rest of us, while the rich luxuriate in their wealth in comfort that the less pleasant, less affluent remain locked away behind pillars of oppression!” his mask, as always, muffled his voice. But his words were unmistakable nonetheless, as he pledged his point, tension building as he continued.
“On proper human etiquette, these exploited prisoners should have the right to speak out, but no such graciousness has been extended.” He parted his arms, eyes wide, intense and somewhat twisted.
“Do we lie down to these false authorities? Allow them to continue on the lies they used to form the bricks of their civilization?” his tone was questioning, demanding agreement that those within the Asylum’s walls would no doubt agree with full heartily for release. His voice raised, becoming something faster, more vicious as he spat out the words, an anger rising as his speech continued.
“Or do we give the unfairly persecuted their justice! Tear down the deceitful stones in which Gotham was built. Reform our Court of Owls and endure to our own success and benefit from our achievements!”
That’s when it happened. Bane lifted a control in his hand, and pressed the button on it with a menacing grunt. The flashing lights came first, flitting up the wide gates, and down the walls containing Gotham’s imprisoned psychopaths. And then the explosions came, the walls burst, concrete flew and smoke spread as all kinds of mental cases and weirdo’s flooded from the holes. Bane nodded intently, rain pouring down his face and jacket.
Lastly the gates were demolished in a theatrical explosion, and Bane closed with a last finishing line to further encourage and rile the escapee’s up with a softer, but perhaps more dangerous voice, the lightning flashing.
“True Gothamites, I bid you take back your city. Take your liberation, for it is yours.” And then the rumble of thunder.
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Dr. Joan Leland
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Post by Dr. Joan Leland on Jan 30, 2013 11:59:12 GMT -5
"The fuck-?"
A doctor was asleep in her office when the rumble and then explosion entered her ears. It was LATE. She'd spent all day dealing with psychotic, crying, violent and annoying patients. Some were asking to go home, others threatening to kill her or do other unspeakable things to her. All in a days work. She'd filed papers, done billing, approved surgeries, electroshock therapies and other procedures. She deserved a little nap, she'd mused, then she'd walk the halls making sure nobody had escaped or slit their wrists. She'd put Aaron on patrol but she knew he didn't care enough to check periodically.
She'd lay her head down on her desk and was just in that incoherent period between true REM sleep and drifting into dreamland when she'd heard the explosion. Her eyes ripped open as she lifted her head and walked to the window.
Then the whole building shook.
Her mouth opened, confused and scared before she felt the ground beneath her feet start to crumble and shake. She rushed out of her office, head tilted upwards as she got slammed into by a passing patient. A passing...what...
She found herself in another office as she peered down towards the destruction, all of the psychotics and sociopaths emerging from the asylum.
She gritted her teeth. "Shit." She reached out trying to pick up the phone. Not that the police could do anything about the flood. But they could at least get her out of there so she could.
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Post by Pamela "Poison Ivy" Isley on Jan 30, 2013 20:43:50 GMT -5
-[ I think I'll throw a bit of the Arkham Asylum game Ivy here, with the Ivy portrayed by Uma Thurman. :3 ]-
Poison Ivy could almost feel herself going utterly insane; the anguished screams of her darling children pierced straight through her mind like hot daggers, taking over her every thought with a need to get to her plants. She needed to get out of this horrendous place, she needed to save them, her babies, they needed her help. The need to get out of this god forsaken Asylum had been tugging at her mind for many, many long weeks.
She knelt quietly inside her cell, gripping her head. She only wore the customary orange asylum shirt, with only the top two buttons done up over her chest, and the back of the shirt was brushed behind her. The rest of her torso had ivy vines and leaves twisted around, including her pelvic area, concealing the majority of her tinted green skin. Ivy leaves were also twisted up her legs and arms; they had been there so long that they almost seemed to be embedded in her skin. Her curly, red hair tumbled over her back, occasionally falling in her eyes as she let out soft whimpers, scared for Mother Nature. Ivy despised the horrid stench of the asylum; there were the few inmates who barely ever washed, and the others who sweated like nobody's business, the putrid smell of the Asylum was too strong for her. She honestly missed the glorious smell of her plant life that almost surrounded her when she wasn't cooped up in this terrible place.
Then she heard the voice; "People of Gotham! Before you lay a domicile of oppression in which your fellow comrades have been imprisoned within!"
The voice boomed loudly through Arkham Asylum and was extremely familiar, it was a unique voice. Ivy pressed her palms against the cold stone flooring of her cell, and pushed herself gracefully onto her feet. She turned in a slow circle as the voice reached her ears, but all she could see was the darkened hallway of the Asylum, the rest of her cell blocked off from the outside world, all of the Doctors knowing of her abilities. She moved towards the glass and placed green tinted palms against it. Though she could see no one, the voice was all too familiar, the slightly muffled yet loud voice of a well-known, masked Gotham villain. Bane. A wide smile spread across her red lips as she listened, though the sounds of her fellow psychopaths, though, she did not think of herself as a psychopath, she simply fought for her beloved Mother Nature, there was nothing about that which made her a psychopath, unless she included the people she'd murdered and mutilated for harming Mother Nature.
Her smile widened as she heard the bursting walls, it only took a moment until the wall of her cell crashed open. Giving a patronizing wave and grin to Dr. Leland as she rushed past into an office, she swivelled around to face the large hole in her cell, Ivy's head tilted down with another smile and she moved elegantly, with her arms held out beside her, towards the outside world. She could feel the cold concrete beneath her feet, and let out a large, heavy sigh of relief when she stepped out of the Asylum and onto the earthy terrain, her toes curling slightly in the dirt beneath her feet. "Much better." She whispered softly into the air, hoping that bat-face and bird-brain had no plans to turn up, ruining her joy. A few vines curled up to meet her, twirling around her legs and arms in greeting, without actually touching her skin. She unbuttoned the ridiculous Arkham Asylum shirt, revealing the ivy leaves that concealed her chest, and cast it aside, into the empty cell. Ivy strolled towards the front of the large Asylum, attempting to avoid the psychopaths that were joining her in their own escape. Her bright green orbs fixed on the army truck looking vehicles with flat nosed fronts, long trailers attached to the back. She then noticed another vehicle, at first she had stepped back, thinking that Batman had decided to join in the fun, but she quickly realized that it wasn't at all the Batmobile, because of colour, the mercenaries that surrounded the gate area and mostly because of the familiar figure that stood atop the vehicle.
"True Gothamites, I bid you take back your city. Take your liberation, for it is yours."
Poison Ivy chuckled lightly, "This looks promising." She commented softly with arched brows. Ivy had once been a part of Bane's crew, having joined because of her slight interest in how powerful Bane seemed to be and at the time she had had nothing to do, Mother Nature in Gotham had been safe because of all her hard work and she wanted a little fun. Yet after a while, Bane had given her a choice, stay or leave, and she had left. Though it had been her choice, she blamed Bane for her Asylum situation and her dying plant life, if he hadn't have given her the choice, she wouldn't have left so soon and been caught be the Batman, who chucked her in the Asylum and had left her to rot. If she had been given the chance after she'd left, killing Bane would have been a joy, yet he did not have any lips on show where she could administer one of her deadly kisses. But, forgive and forget she supposed. Bane was growing in his power, and she wouldn't mind becoming involved in that. She made her way towards the masked mercenary, taking her own sweet time, stopping regularly to whisper gently to the dying Asylum garden. Ivy stopped close to the large tank-like vehicle. "Hello again, Bane darling." She grinned, looking up at him, brushing red curls over her shoulders. "It's quite a show you've put on here." Ivy told him her arms spread out to the sides of her, referring to the inmates hurrying out of the Asylum, with the same grin on her face and a glint of anger in her eyes; forgiveness could occasionally be quite hard for her, it was hard to remove a grudge.
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Post by The Joker on Jan 30, 2013 22:15:30 GMT -5
(I should probably mention Joker got a hold of a pen in my application post, and drew some stuff on his walls, like Batman chowing down on a robin, a bat, and another bird (nightwing), just in so people don't have to go read it. That's the bat face I'm talking about in here ![:))](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/cheesy.png) The guard stood against the steel bars of the cell doors, eyes pinched to match the disgust on his face as he watched the Joker, sitting watching him. The guard pinched his hand, sending the pack of cards he was holding snapping into his other hand. “What, you want to play cards, freak?” The guard’s mouth twitched at the corner as he waved the deck. Joker didn't respond, continuing to stare unblinkingly. The guard grunted, and he made the cards flutter into his other hand again, jerking his chin in the direction of the massive bat head looming behind the Joker. “Not like your busy – done your creepy ass Mona Lisa.” “It’s not finished yet.” He had an oddly nasally voice, tone switching between a growl and sing-song. In this case it was the sing-song, and he smiled. The scaring stretching up his cheeks made his smile always too large – why, it almost made him look crazy! The guard snorted, shaking his head. “Yeah, whatever Joker.” After the prancing about Gotham killing cops, crippling the Commissioner’s daughter, and terrorizing all the citizens, Joker somehow lost his front of the asylum window view rooms. His window was tiny, and too dirty to look through, but more importantly it was impossible to hear the masked man’s speech. Neither him nor the guard knew what was coming until the fateful explosion that shook the entire building. That one was harder to miss. The guard stumbled, grabbing the bars for support as the alarms began to shriek. The asylum came alive with the screams of doctors and the hoots of free inmates. The doors began rattling, swinging open the systems failed along with the building. The guard lurched back as Joker’s door buzzed loudly, popping open. Everywhere Gotham’s worst and weirdest were making a run for it. Joker rolled his shoulders, cracking his neck and sighing heartily. The guard grabbed his radio, shouting for backup as Joker stood, leaning down to touch is toes and crane his torso about, stretching. “You sit back down!” The guard barked, jabbing a finger at the Joker. He blinked, letting off a radiant smile, glowing like chemical waste. “Me?” “You aren't getting out.” The guard hurried into the doorway, swallowing up exit. He was rather large, wasn't he? He began moving in, arms outstretched and eyes feral. “Not this time. You've done enough to this city.” He pulled a club from his side, murmuring to himself. “I have to. I have to.” Joker waited patiently, opening his arms. “Well, if you have to!” The guard charged him, the club slamming against the Joker’s face sending him spinning against the corner of the cell. Joker fell to his knees, huddling up and coughing wildly, sputtering and gasping. The guard hesitated, staring at him. He began approaching, club falling to his side and hand reaching out. The Joker grabbed his arm, his chipped and cracked yellow nails digging into the guards flesh as he gave off a rotten toothed grin and shouted, “Just joking! You need to lighten up! It’s bring a lots of color into your life.” That’s when the other hand came swinging, after slipping into the orangey suit to retrieve the pen that new doctor had dropped. He buried it up to where he held it, sinking into the front of the guard’s throat. The man tried to scream but red came bubbling out of his mouth. He pulled away, but Joker followed with his grip on the man’s arm, using it to pull him up before he let go. The man fell onto his back, clawing as his throat as blood started pumping out. Joker gave a little giggle. “See?” He gave Jack a boot across the face, then planted his foot on the pen, leaning against his knee as it sunk in, the guard’s eyes getting wider. When he stopped moving, the Joker stepped over him, gathering a fistful of cards before returning to his cell. He crouched in front of the guard, mopping up some of the blood on a few cards before leaping onto his bed, slathering the blood on a finger and sticking a his tongue out of the side of his mouth as he began working on the wall. “Boss?” He waved a hand at the door, continuing his careful artistry. “There.” He exhaled contentedly. “Now it’s done.” He hopped down, placing the bloody joker card on the guards forehead. He looked up at the handful of men, his faithful court. He stood, walking through passed them to look at the others rushing out. “We brought you your things.” One of the man said in a hushed tone, holding out his clothes neatly piled with the bag of knives sealed in an evidence bag on top. Joker plucked up the bag, ripping off the red tape and swirling his hand around before plucking up a single blade. He hit the switch and it popped out from the handle. He left the rest with the man and began lopping down the hall, stomping the faces of guards along with way, whistling cheerfully what sounded like a carnival tune. Behind him in the cell, the red coat of paint was beginning to roll down in slow pearls from the bloody smile slathered up Batman's mouth. Freedom was sweet.
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Post by Bane on Jan 30, 2013 22:37:45 GMT -5
A sharp deafening crack, as lightning flashed across the sky, and Bane stood, a shadowy figure atop his army colored tank; glistening with the fallen rain. The psychos of Gotham were being given their freedom, and accepting it graciously. Their cheers of enjoyment, and the cries of pain and terror of the doctors and guards inside being terrorized. It was a special kind of music to Bane, a noise of progress.
He tilted his head back, letting rain hit his face and slide down his neck on either side, eyes closed as he relished in the chaotic tunes of a different kind of justice. A justice to those who had never seen it in their favor. And then there was a change in the air. He felt it shift, to an enchantment, almost a mystical feeling. But his eyes only opened when he heard her voice.
”Hello again, Bane darling.”
His eyes were intense, as he stared down at her, searching her grin.
”It’s quite a show you’ve put on here.”
He continued examining her, entirely motionless as a tenseness grew within his ranks of mercenaries. It remained undecided, if they were more unnerved by Bane’s silence, or Ivy’s approach. None advanced towards her. The stakes were too high, and they were more than aware of her capabilities.
He didn’t decend from his high leverage atop the tank, but he finally spoke.
“You are upset with me.” He determined, his mask rasping out his voice. Despite Ivy’s sultry pitches, Bane had deciphered enough of her displeasure. He could hardly be blamed for her getting captured, but he wasn’t about to reprimand her for it.
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Dr. Joan Leland
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Post by Dr. Joan Leland on Jan 30, 2013 23:01:52 GMT -5
Shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit....
The word repeated itself in her brain. The line was dead. The line was dead. SHIT. THE LINE IS DEAD. She kept cool however, head tossing back as she breathed in deeply. It was helping her keep calm. Flat soles of her shoes hit the ground as it shoot with the violent running of inmates. Her eyes blazed as she saw the psychotics move in their pajamas down the hallways. She breathed in deeply, in and out, eye bright and wide. Her mouth hung open like she was panting but she was trying to keep herself calm. She hung on the doorway. What was going to happen...how would she get out of here.
"Well, well, well, Dr. Leland." Oh what now? Leland looked back, staring at the patients who stood there. Two familiars. Two patients she'd taken a special interest in. Didn't she? Right now with the hallways rumbling with yells and cheers she could barely tell. "Doctor, Doctor."
"Michael." Her voice was stern and calm. "Michael, now calm down. Let's talk about this."
"Enough talk, doc." She felt their hard callused hands grab her fleshy arm. She gritted her teeth and didn't scream but let out a couple of resistant grunts. She tried to elbow the males who grabbed her. "HEY GUYS!" They shouted as they threw her to the ground.
The patients began to advance. How was she supposed to get out of this. "Everyone, PLEASE! Calm down!" But they weren't listening. Not in the least bit.
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Post by The Joker on Jan 30, 2013 23:41:15 GMT -5
Joker slowed his pace, then backed up to look down the hallway where a mob was forming. He began down the hall, dragging the knife along the cement bricks of the wall, murmuring the song now as sparks spat from the sharpening blade. His men moved ahead, shoving clear a path among the angry turmoil.
“Well, well, well.” His voice grew sharp and gritty on the last word, slashing the blade off the wall and moving through the ranks of men. He tilted his head at the doctor, clasped by inmates and trying to get free. He licked his lips, smoothing back his greasy hair and grinning. “Doctor Leland. You started group therapy without me?”
He looked about at the others. “So, who would like to share their feelings? No? I'm sensing some repressed emotions.”
“Doc, you gotta help us! You know, lately I’m just feeling so…” Joker began making the tour around the circle that had formed, then stopped behind the doctor. He leaned down beside her ear and growled. “Cagey. Maybe you should go first. These fellas – they’re just a little shy is all.”
He reached his hands forward, moving the knife into his palm in order to free his hands, trying to get a hold of the doctor’s face to pull her cheeks back and force a grin. “Don’t worry, gentleman. The doctor’s going to teach us to smile.”
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Post by Emily Clearwater on Jan 31, 2013 13:15:33 GMT -5
The street haf trembled slightly under her feet as the massive machines rolled down the street and positioned themselves outside Arkham Asylum. Ever since her...run in with Dr Crane, she'd been fascinated to know where the psychopathic doctor had come from. Yet, at first sight of the army-esque cars, Emily ducked out of sight.
She'd been in Gotham only a short while but she had quickly realised the inhabitants of the city were nothing like their New York counterparts, this sprung to mind when she saw the man who exited the large tank-like vehicle. He was large and the mask he wore, like an elaborate breathing apparatus, set him apart instantly. His voice was clear and loud and his words made a chill run down Emily's spine and back up again.
And when the explosion rocked the street, Emily took the opportunity to dart from her hiding place and slip through the shadows closer to the army vehicles.
As she expected, men and women alike rushed out of the destroyed gate. Once again she was reminded just how different Gotham was from New York or her home in London. The people held in Arkham were unlike any class of criminal she had ever encountered on her many travels.
She remained unnoticed for the moment. Watching, waiting, assessing the situation. She knew that these people were what her father would balk at her associating with. Any normal person would turn and walk away, or more likely run away. These men and women were high class criminals, the dark underside of Gotham. They'd been locked in Arkham for a reason.
But Emily wasn't a normal person. A spark of curiosity filled the place were fear would have been but she wasn't stupid enough to call attention to herself. These people would rip her apart the first chance they got.
Instead, the young Time Lord kept to the shadows and darted forwards again, looking for a better view of what was going on.
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Dr. Joan Leland
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Post by Dr. Joan Leland on Jan 31, 2013 16:47:37 GMT -5
Leland was terrified. The Joker was the only patient she had which made chills run in currents down her spine like someone had shocked her with a tazer. The female closed her eyes softly as she heard him speak, circling her like a vulture would circle a corpse. Or more accurately, some kind of animal on the hunt. She kept her mouth firm as she breathed through her nose, eyes narrowed and following the deadly painted male until she couldn't see him any longer. She heard the group laughing, howling and making strange noises she couldn't and didn't want to identify.
Then she felt his hot breath on the brown skin of her neck. Her chest's rising and falling motions quickened as her mouth finally fell open slightly as she breathed deeply. "Mr...Joker." It was another issue of the Joker that Joan had. She usually called the costumed and nicknamed villains by their birth names. This mysterious clown had no real name to speak of.
"You don't really want to hurt me, do you?" He did, Leland wasn't stupid. He'd have killed her for a klondike bar. But she had to try. "No, that's okay. Why...why don't you all start? You know I'm here to listen."
He could probably sense the quickened pace of her breath, the higher octave of her voice. All of the signs of serious fear of one's life.
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Post by Pamela "Poison Ivy" Isley on Jan 31, 2013 18:29:56 GMT -5
Ivy held the masked mercenary’s intense gaze with her own angry stare, her bright green orbs fixed on him with a smile. Her left hand moved to her hip and the right hung at her side. She could feel the stares of Bane's fellow mercenaries on them both, which she had no problem with, she enjoyed having some attention on her. In fact, she probably knew a few of them from the days she'd spent with Bane and his crew. Maybe a few of them even deserved a kiss, taking control of people was one of her favourite things to do nowadays, she hadn't done it in so long. Her head began to flood with a need to cause a small amount of havoc, but she knew that probably wouldn't give her a spot in the powerful man's good books. She waited, with her hand on her curved hips, for Bane to say something as he stood atop the large tank. Her thoughts became a little occupied with the idea of making some trouble. It had been so long! As she waited patiently, her trouble filled thoughts caused vines to begin to creep their way towards the mercenaries as she waited, Ivy almost didn't seem to realise what she had told her the plant life to do.
They crept closer and closer, the vine nearest to them beginning to slowly curl its way around a mercenary's ankle. Then, Bane finally spoke;
"You are upset with me."
Ivy let out a causal chuckle as Bane spoke to her. He'd spoken just in time too, the vines starting to curl and slither backwards, retreating to their home when she'd heard the muffled yet clear voice of Bane. She had demanded them with gentle, soothing thoughts. They listened a lot more when she spoke kindly to them, even though the thought of tripping and discombobulating a few mercenaries sent a tiny, happy shiver down her spine.
"Your deductive skills truly do astonish me, Bane dear." She told him gently, with her usual seductive smile curling the ends of her lips as she watched him. He wasn't an idiot, and it wouldn't surprise her in any way if Bane had also deduced the reason she was angry with him. "I'm quite certain you know the reason I'm upset too." Ivy told him in a matter-of-fact tone of voice as she watched the masked face of Bane, her face returning to a neutral expression as she awaited a reply.
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Post by Bane on Jan 31, 2013 18:57:40 GMT -5
Emily was the least of Bane's worries right now. A young girl, stealthily lingering to the side. With so many convicts escaping it was hardly an issue, especially with Ivy standing before him. It was hard to place with her if it was calm before the storm, or if she merely wanted some sort of ego soothing. Likely both, but Bane could provide in a very specific sort of way. She wouldn't want to ruin her chances of gaining a bit of power, a bit of power Bane could offer.
"I implored you to make a decision, it was not my intentions for you to have been apprehended. I had very much hoped you would reside, and permanently blossom among us." his voice vibrated, as he appealed to her narcissistic side.
"You were a valuable asset, and I had much regret to see you depart. A rare exotic flower..." his voice took a dive towards a deeper tone, almost dangerous as he stared intently down at her.
Bane was not entirely a poetic man. His words were surprisingly soothing, despite the unsettling way his voice transferred through his mask. Her was a mercenary who knew how to appeal to crowds, and occasionally stroke an ego. But he lacked the poetic nature, in that he wasn't emotionally connected.
He spoke almost cryptically, but somehow it didn't make his reasoning less captivating.
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Post by Emily Clearwater on Jan 31, 2013 19:20:29 GMT -5
She took up a position behind one of the trucks, her grey eyes watching the unfolding chaos. She was waiting for her opportunity when she could sneak in unnoticed amongst the ranks of convicts. She'd be safer if she blended into the crowd, just one face in a sea of thousands. How hard would it be to pick out one twenty-year-old in one giant mass of people? Damn hard, that's for sure.
Her clear grey eyes were drawn towards the instigator of the madness...Bane? She thought she might have heard the name being spoken by the red-headed woman he was talking to...now she definitely stood out. Vines twisting around her and clinging to her body like clothing. Emily wouldn't forget her in a hurry. She stood out a mite too much.
She couldn't hear their conversation, she was too far away and the noise that the convicts and the alarms were drowning out almost everything. It was a miracle, she thought, they could hear each other at all without shouting. A small part of her wanted to approach sooner, learn what they were discussing so she could possibly use it to her advantage at a later date.
She took a cautious step forwards, glancing at the pair and then the the chaotic mass of escaping prisioners before she ducked forward into the shadow of Bane's armoured vehicle.
"...asset, and I had much regret to see you depart. A rare exotic flower..."
Emily pressed herself against the vehicle, straining to hear the next words. Bane's words held such a poetic and yet comanding edge to them, like he was the cunductor of some great orchestra of mayhem, that she was sure he could inspire anyone to do what he wanted. And that was what made him possibly the most dangerous man here.
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Post by The Joker on Feb 1, 2013 3:14:49 GMT -5
"Oh, Doc. Such a joker."He yanked his hands back as the thugs holding the doctor backed off, then gave the back of her head a shove meant to send her sprawling onto all fours.
"Gentleman, don't you think she looks a little under the weather?" He looped back around, casing the grinning faces of the criminally insane. "You know what I heard, Doc?" He crouched he front of Leland, giving off a toothy grin. "Laughter's the best medicine."
His the blood on his fingers had almost dried, moving to the stage where it was thick and globby. Still he reached forward, poking each of her cheeks to leave a little blot. "Maybe you just need some fresh air."
He sprung to his feet, spinning round whimsically and holding his arms out one slightly higher than the other. "You know who I'm going to see first? Gordon. I wonder how his little lady is feeling - maybe she needs a good laugh to."
"Who wants to visit the commissioner?" He called, like an adult announcing candy to children. He gave a shriek of laughter and the cheers, then began made his way back through the mob, calling, "Bring the Doc."
He led them outward, through the massive expanse where the far wall of Arkham had been. As he stepped out into the rain, his clothes drenched and hair dangling about his face. He cracked his neck, then examined the two figures by the gates most interesting to him - a certain itchy plant woman and the masked muchacho. He looked over his shoulder to insure the doctor was on her way. "Oh look - couples therapy!"
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Post by Pamela "Poison Ivy" Isley on Feb 3, 2013 17:42:44 GMT -5
-[ Sorry this took a while and is sort of out of character.]-
"If it had not been your intention, you should not have given me the choice." Ivy exclaimed loudly, she was sure that Bane was being as appealing with his words as he could be, or at least wanted to be, but her eyes became dark, her body tensed and the neutral expression that was on her face dissolved, becoming an angry scowl as she stared up at Bane who still stood on the large vehicle, he was already around a foot taller than her when he had his feet on the ground, on the tank he looked like a giant to her as she stared. The expression on her face was a rare one for her making it very obvious she wouldn't forgive him, the Asylum had almost destroyed her mind, she could still hear the faded screams of her plants in the back of her mind as she stood there, they were no where near as excruciating as they had been inside her cell. It was terribly obvious that she blamed him entirely, though the blame was mostly her own for choosing to walk away. She could feel poison surge through her lips with her anger begging to be released, once again, Bane spoke just in time.
Exotic flower? Her entire body relaxed quickly and she gave a smirk, seemingly satisfied with what had been said to her. She enjoyed it when people appealed to her self-centred side. She raked her fingers through her thick hair. Red curls falling over her shoulders and back as she placed her hand back on her curved hip, staring up at Bane, a smirk still on her soft, painted red lips. "You sure know how to flatter a girl." She grinned, then she heard the faint, familiar voice of The Joker from somewhere near the front of the Asylum. Oh great. It didn't surprise her that he had been locked in the hell hole, but it didn't stop the smile dropping slightly from her face, "Of course that clown got out." She muttered, seemingly to herself, not wanting to turn around to look at the mad man, keeping her eyes on the masked mercenary, and if her eyes hadn't deceived her, there had been a younger female hiding against the vehicle.
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Bane
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Post by Bane on Feb 3, 2013 22:02:30 GMT -5
He didn't looked although he were disturbed by how distinctly upset she had become, but she had just as quickly been soothed by his complements. It appealed to her ego site, while cleverly brushing to her love of plants. It was, in truth, an honest statement. Ivy was quite lovely, and also very dangerous. Bane could tempt that, nurture it, but never be a part of it truly.
He was emotionally disconnected, anyone could see something close to coldness in his eyes. Attachment wise, he had very little to lose, no one could strike his loved ones anymore. Just his troops. But he'd display false attraction, to engage an alley, should it allure them.
"I am a man of truth." he disengaged, but had managed to fully bestow the complement upon her. His eyes shifted to the man who had exited the Asylum. There was no question as to who he was, it was all too obvious.
The Joker had been released. If Bane was bothered, he certainly didn't show it, but he did finally take action. The mercenary leaned down, placing a hand on the surface of the tank, and swiftly propelling himself to the ground. His boots connected with the earth, and he straightened up.
Even without the added height of the tank, he was still a considerably large man.
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