#flcreo

[atrickofthetoxin-a]

@flcreo

Jonathan Crane had two main sources of information, an intricate web of informers that blanketed Gotham City, people who either owed him favors or were too terrified to refuse him, and the paper, which he would read whenever he had the time and ability to lay his hands on it. Strange that he would learn of the woman they called ‘The Witch’ in the latter rather then the former, but such was life...

Seeking her out was unusual for him, or so it might have seemed at first glance, but as always, his motivation was laid in his work. Chemicals and subjects could be procured with relative ease, but as for some of the more specialty items, the ones used to make the more...unique strains, those were the ones that required a little more work to obtain. Hence, why someone with her abilities would be useful, as an ally or merely a source.

And until he knew which it would be, it was best to be polite, or at least relatively. So Jonathan attempted to keep the bite from his voice as he greeted the woman, the smile on his face, small as it was, painfully plastic.

“You can call me Dr. Crane, I believe you can help me with a...project of mine. You’ve made quite the name for yourself, what with your ability and all, and I believe you’d be best suited for it. I can offer something in return, of course. ”

[johker]

wears simper like a disgusting second skin as  ‘ suggestion ‘ is made . though with a firearm pressed to the back of floret’s head .... its more akin to an order than mere request . ( she had gone to leave - without even entertaining the topic of repayment .... HER FIRST AND FINAL MISTAKE ) .

 “ y’ wanna play a game ? “ query posed , voice nearly a whisper / timbre oozing something sick , something vile , something cruel ( and he’s all too excited to act upon it ) . “ it’s -- uh -- its my favorite .... any guesses ? “ he’d wait for but a moment , before answering own question , 

“ RRRRRUSSIAN ROULETTE ! “ declared much louder than it should have been -- right into other’s ear . clown is giddy with sadistic anticipation but , still , there’s a hidden factor ‘neath the surface -- dark and stormy , perfectly mirroring thunder showers occurring just outside the warehouse . 

“ now , just in case y’ need a refresh’a ..... here’s how it goes , “ as jack explains how the game works , he would spin revolver’s cylinder. ( in time with his instructions ) then .... “ good luck , ives . “ he pulls the trigger . 

                             @flcreo​ * & joker play russian roulette !

[txllymarked]

@flcreo // half-plotted

He’s humming to himself, and has been since the flower entered the small, spare room the inmates were allowed for recreation. If one cared enough to identify the tune, they would find a verse of a particularly gruesome little drinking song, of the sort never heard in good company.

Victor’s head rolls lazily on his shoulders, a half hearted attempt to make eye contact with the other. There’s a smile, a small glitter of amusment in dark, dull eyes. He's never seen this one before, and the promise of some new toy to play with is always a treat.

“Well, well, well...and who might you be, zombie?”