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Closure||ClosedRP
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Eobard talks to Kadence shortly after Lance leaves the room. He tells her everything he can remember, retreading ground he’d already covered in his initial information dump upon arrival into protection under the Chambers clan. He couldn’t tell if she appreciated the info or not or if she knew any of his new revelations or not. She was a hard read and he wasn’t in the mental space to examine her expressions.
He asks to leave now, he’s held up his end of the bargain, but it’s still a solid “no” from her. He wants to leave before Johnny gets back. He doesn’t care if running makes him more of a coward than he already is, he wants to get out of dodge.
When he’s alone again, he tries to find a way to pick the locks on these damn manacles so he can slip off without the others knowing. Of course he can’t find the damn locking mechanism on these things, Johnny’s way too smart to make a visible, pickable one. He almost breaks his wrist yanking his arm as hard as he can to get out of one of these bastard cuffs. He growls quietly. Why isn’t this over yet?
His irritation rises the longer he’s strapped to the damn hospital bed. He’s tempted to bite one of his arms off, but settles for picking at the cuticles of his left ring finger until there’s nothing left but blood and small flaps of skin. He repeats the process on the rest of his fingers as he waits. Johnny should be done by now, unless – unless the Puppeteer got to him after all. Damn. Damn, damn, damn. Shit.
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"Hey! You're not Harry! Where'd he go? Why'd he leave? When is he coming back? How come you're here?"
HR is puttering around Harry’s Mini Cortex, mostly not touching things and mostly trying to get the writing juices flowing. They don’t want to flow. Why won’t they flow?
He positively shrieks when Erik shows up. He whirls around, eye wide. Good gods, that kid is a ninja!
“Jeez, kid!” he says, surprised. “Almost had a heart attack!” He readjusts his shirt, gives up, then slips on his jacket. No need to worry the kid what with the hole in his side. He clears his throat. “Harry went to Gotham on business. He’ll be back in a few days. I’m here because I have nothing better to do than pace and try to get my writing juices flowing.” And ignoring that pain in his side, but details, details. “Do you need something? I can’t administer medication and he might have those nifty bracelets locked up.”
Please Read!!
Hello!! I have returned, in a matter of speaking.
So, a few changes have happened with this blog. Sessionbox has started crap out and unfortunately, I am way too lazy to keep logging in and out of my personal blog and switching and all that, especially on mobile. Also, my computer is most likely on its last legs and it is going to be a while before I can afford to get a new one.
Solution: Make this blog a side-blog on my personal. This blog has been changed to thegrumpasks and will simply be the container for the Rules, Verses, and About pages.
From now on, if you want to interact with me, you will have to click the Home button first. This will guide you to The Main RP Blog. That is where I will be answering asks and running threads through. I tried to keep it as simple as possible and this is what I came up with. The ask box for this blog has been disabled to avoid confusion.
That being said, this is the last post that will show up on this blog and I won’t be signing into it to check for messages often. Therefore, if you have questions, direct yourself to either my personal blog or The Main RP Blog.
TL;DR
Click the home button on this page first if you want to interact with me. This blog is only a separate container for the Rules, Verses, and About pages.
Thank you.
Eternally yours,
~Ben
@thegrumpymechanic continued from here
He smiles at Johnny. Johnny looks so tired, but he’s doing such a wonderful thing for his sister. He’s a really sweet guy. Too bad Eobard messed up everything between them. They might’ve been real happy together.
He takes the bag and tucks it under his arm.
“You got it, boss,” he says. “Why don’t you try to get some rest? I’ll be back with my missions accomplished.”
"Come in!" Johnny shouts. Inside, he's sitting on his bed licking and closing envelopes. "The card and the list are on my desk. You gotta get everything, y'hear? All of it. If anything's missing, Erik is going to have a fit." He sighs. "You're very lucky you haven't run into him yet."
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Eo opens the door. He almost laughs atJohnny on his bed licking envelopes. It's such a ridiculous image.
“Forgot about Erik, was too busylooking out for Miss Kadence,” he says as he makes his way toJohnny's desk. “What do I do if the store's out of something on thelist? Should I go to another one or find a close enough substitute.”
He grabs the list and card, quicklyreading the list before pocketing both.
“And about how long do I have tosneak stuff in? Don't need Miss Kadence spotting the bags.”
The Puppetmaster in Storage
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Puppeteer has never liked being warehoused. It doesn’t matter if the warehouse he’s in is a “hideout”, it’s still a warehouse and he is not an object to be stored. The hiss of the machines keeping him alive and breathing annoyed him more in the warehouse. The big boss had insisted he be kept “off-site” for the turn in of one of his greatest enemies. The big boss insisted it would be safer, and he had a point, but storage was for puppets, not for real boys.
He turns his head to the left when he feels the “wire” he tied to Johnathan Chambers vibrates like spider silk on prey. Yes. He’s finally coming. The ultimate puppet! That idiot Thawne had delivered key intel on Chambers and his abilities. He was physically strong, in top form for a man his age. He may not gain control over Chambers’ power, whatever the hell it was, but that was a small price to pay for a fit, healthy man whose body can shake off drugs and smoking as if it were nothing. He was perfect.
Puppeteer’s current human puppet is sitting in Maroni’s office waiting for commands. The puppet itself is unremarkable. He appears to be a normal, fit male in his early- to mid-twenties. He isn’t overly attractive, but he isn’t ugly either; he’s simply a Plain James. His eyes stare sightlessly at the door until Puppeteer bridges their connection. The puppet’s eyes glow purple when the connection is complete.
“Johnathan Chambers,” the puppet says, “is closing in on our location.” It looks over at Maroni. “Remember. I want him whole and try not to break him too much. Waiting for puppets to heal is a pain.”