"The thing about fear Mr.Wayne...is that it can never be truly contained..." ▪️RP ▪️Scarecrow ▪️Seeking SL's ▪️Dark Themes

+ Trickled down his forehead,time to see what that noise was. Adjusting his tie, Crane stepped outside the rundown bar, exiting out +

@quickiesilver00 "Are you insane?"

Goodnight 🤤😴

willbe gone next few days so afk!]]

[[I'm back!

"Hmm...Thats pretty fucking cool man." 🎳The Big Lebowski RP 🎳MV [Anything Modern really] 🎳Humorous 🎳RT?

Hey I recovered this account! :)]]

So I was supposed to send a starter today for a rp partner...but they had a message on their account page. Should I still send it or wait to see if its anything serious?]]

@MissSisCrow — coat. The same would have been said for the tiled floors, if it were not for the blotches of week-old blood. Though the room appeared ancient, it was not abandoned. A few roaches scurried across the floor. Their near-microscopic limbs patted over the mounds —

@MissSisCrow —of filth, only coming to a halt so that the insect may inspect what could very well be its next meal. It didn't take long until one had found its way to the rusted leg of the hospital gurney. It was a wonder that the frame was able to hold still. -—

@MissSisCrow — Especially now that the Prince of Panic's daughter was strapped to the bed above it. The sheets were torn at the edges, but they were the cleanest he could find for his kin. She was going to awaken to a nightmare, but that didn't mean that —

@MissSisCrow — He had to put her at risk of bloodborne diseases that the last patient had been acustomed to. The Scarecrow stood tall and patient behind a thick glass window. The window was one-sided so that doctors & patients alike could view operations without the surgeons —

@MissSisCrow — that used to operate here, would not grow distracted. It wasn't much use to anyone now, so Scarecrow would now use it to hide his identity from the woman locked to the gurney. When he needed to speak to her, he would use the small radio beside him. —

@MissSisCrow — The Madman had also placed one beside his daughter. Of course she could not grab hold of it, due to her hands being belted down, so he had latched the button set. It would transmit what she had to say without the need of her hands triggering the proccess. —

@MissSisCrow —It was an odd sight, to see his daughter resting so peacefully. She had been subdued with a slight mix between chloroform and his fear gas, but yet here she still rested. As if nothing happened. Was this what fathers were bred to do? Check on their resting —

@MissSisCrow — children. These thoughts bounced around in his head casually as he continued to wath from underneath his burlap sack. The fabric just barely poking across his vision. The hood still fell across his eyes. Helped build fear. People feared the unknown. —

@MissSisCrow — Especially if it was a face. He reminded himself of this as he glanced through the once-sided glass once more. It was time to wake her up. Crane reached for his radio and ran his thumb over the button. "...Wake..." His voice was hoarse and battered. —

@MissSisCrow — Who knew agony helped build fear? She would never see him from inside the room. Not if he didn't want her to. Hopefully she would not harm herself trying to break the straps across her body. It wouldn't work if she tried. "...Up."

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