PHOBIAPHILIC

JONATHAN CRANE/SCARECROW rp blog. written by coyote.

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destinedfordeath:

          ❝my fears are my own. why                do you ask after them?❞

         ❛ professional interest, shall we say…? i’m intrigued                  in what YOUR KIND would find most-- disturbing... ❜

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hey, ah, johnny, you need a new straw stuffer??? wink s @

                    why, you looking for a ‘STRAIGHT MAN’??

[homicidalgrin]

                             ❛      shucks, johnny, NO ONE tells a good ol’ story like you do !  really, it brings a tear to my empty HEART.   ❜ 

                    there’s a hint of teeth here; rimmed in a RED SMILE that’s almost too wide. yet, it suits the harsh slopes of his facial structure well enough, if only in a manner that makes the man appear even more MENACING.

                  ❛    there are a few RUMORS you’re working on something new.     ❜

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            ❛ i’m always working on something new... ❜

    his teeth clack loudly like hooves of a emaciated horse-- none of THEM, none of gotham’s most misguided children could ever allow themselves to be idle, not with the bat-demon breathing heavily behind their backs... 

      yes, he is planning something big. but he also doubts he wants JOKER interrupting his work.

                         ❛ but it’s nothing you’d find interesting, i’m sure... not enough-- MAYHEM. ❜

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defingered​

    ❛ Upshur, yes? Miles Upshur? ❜

    he looks at the file and then he glances back at the man. file. name. photo. man. it has to be him. he checks one more time, his eyeballs run back and forth, getting dangerously dry. he blinks a few times and finally redirects his shattering attention back to man before him:

                              ❛ I’m doctor Jonathan Crane-- are you ready to talk? ❜

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ofalloys

     ❛ I wonder... what does one of the richest people on the planet have to fear...? It cannot be a mundane fear... No, no, Tony Stark must carry something EXOTIC and ALIEN in his mind... What could it be, what could it be... What scares the Iron Man? ❜

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destinedfordeath

   ❛ What is it that you fear the most...? You can tell me... I know how to keep a secret... ❜

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abyssalgoddess

    ❛ I find that fear of drowning is a very practical fear. Anybody entering a large body of water has to give up control to some extend... which is why hydrophobia is a very common disorder. It’s so odd that we, as a specie, left water and then learned to fear it throughout our evolution... ❜

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absolutepoison

    ❛ Here we go round the mulberry bush... ❜ he acts like he doesn’t see the vines encroaching his tall frame as he makes his way to HER, the empress of all plants... they never were the closest of allies but... the least she could do is hear him out, he hopes as he steps over thorns and roots, thorns and roots... 

   ❛ The mulberry bush, the mulberry bush... Here we go round the mulberry bush! What a fine evening, no? ❜

[loafrw]

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rysntry

         ❛ Are you my next patient...? ❜

    tired eyes look down to the file only to that it was filled with nothing but crude drawings which obscured any useful information... nothing about his schedule, just the shredded scribbles that his own hand committed involuntarily ( note to self: possible dissociation ). he looks at the girl, suddenly regretting that he can still taste the chemicals on his tongue... 

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armaiisms​

               ❛ Hickory, dickory, dock...   ❜

    he wonders what is she doing on HIS territory, with nothing but the scent of bleach and overwhelming darkness to keep her company... pray. prey. it’s funny how close those two words are... hickory, dickory, dock....

     ❛ The mouse ran up the clock... ❜ she can’t see him. not yet. he watches her from safety of the railing above her precious head-- what kind of screams does her throat hide... ( slice it up, get them out )...   ❛ The clock struck one-- ❜ he descends, his ghoulish body suddenly enters her field of vision--  ❛ The mouse ran down... ❜  the needles attached to his fingertips dance eagerly as his infected, hungry eyes meet her gaze with something maniac hidden beneath their sickly paleness.

                                                     ❛ Hickory, dickory, dock.  ❜                                                                    ( got you. )

[galesleg]

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unrealblonde

        ❛ I wouldn’t touch that if I were you... I think you know better than that. ❜

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purrsuasion

   ❛ I’m sure you’re aware of the current power struggle in the city... With Joker dead... someone will try to climb to the top... And this is something I’d like to discuss with the rest of US... Will you come to the meeting? ❜ by ‘us’ he means THE GOTHAM’S FINEST, the group of crime-allured maniacs who were like an unstable concoction... but this time, scarecrow will be the one shaking the vial.  

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[06:54:59] ira.: when i saw this, i thought of you and vera http://i.imgur.com/akpOpfw.png [06:55:12] ★coyote.: wHY

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