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It took every last ounce of his considerable restraint not to simply grab Brenner by his neck and beat what he needed to know out of him, and he made damn sure that Brenner knew it.
“You’re going to tell me everything,” the Dark Knight practically growled as the two stood in the midst of the half a dozen unconscious guards who had attempted to stop Batman from getting face to face with the man that was Doctor Martin Brenner.
brenner was more than aware that his situation was... less than desirable. he had heard stories of this man in the mask, but never had he expected for the vigilante to find his way to hawkins... and more specifically to his lab. he wondered if this person was just that--- or something more. he’d taken out a facility full of trained men in no time at all and barely looked like he had a scratch.
❝ ...is that so? ❞ the man asked delicately, head tilting up. martin knew that he was no match for the bat should things get physical... but this was about information. therefore he still had the upper hand. and so, he refused to be intimidated.--- or at the very least refused to show it. ❝ and i suppose that mask and cape automatically gives you top-level clearance? ❞ he asked, unbuttoning his jacket and sliding his hands into his pockets.
❝ what is it that you think you want to know? ❞
@leggcmyeggo liked for a starter…
❝ i knew you’d find me eventually… what is it that you want? ❞
❝GONE. i want you gone, papa. ❞
❝ and how exactly do you plan to accomplish that? ❞
@creatingxdragons liked for a starter ages ago, pfft...
❝ i’m sure you understand that we cannot encourage this type of behavior? ❞
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byersxbrother:
“I-I’m not- I haven’t seen anything,” heartbeat fluttering in his chest. But he took a breath, to keep the confidence and strong stature, if possible.
the doctor’s eyes looked over the teen lazily, unimpressed by his defiance. he knew more than what he was telling him, that much was certain… brenner just wasn’t sure how much. ❝ come now… you must have seen something, ❞ he insisted, head tilting slightly.
❝ anything out of the ordinary? anything... strange, maybe? ❞
chariotsofthegodsman:
Palmer shuffled, pulling his jacket close, both thankful and intimidated. It was rare that someone believed him, let alone asked him about his encounter with the Thing. But why did this stranger want this information?
“Okay. Whadda ya need to know ‘bout it? There ain’t much in the way of evidence, we burned most of it, but I have some of the notes Blair and Fuchs wrote and a few sketches.”
brenner was more than aware at the lack of evidence regarding whatpalmer had faced in antarctica. he had done his own digging, naturally, but the absence of anything holding substance had caused him to have to seek answers elsewhere.
at the mention of notes and sketches, the doctor perked up slightly, his interest piqued. ❝ yes, i'd like that. ❞ he wondered, absently, how such things had avoided being recorded into the official records, but reminded himself that most government officials who did not deal with the... unknown tended to be imbeciles.
❝ and what of your own accounts, mr. palmer? ❞
lonegiirl:
Abigail was nothing extraordinary by many means. Perhaps the most astounding thing she was capable of was making lemonade out of lemons. And her life was filled with lemons. At age 19, her family disowned her and her liberal lifestyle. Her family was one of the few that actually supported the war in Vietnam. Abigail didn’t. In fact, she had run off to the city multiple times in order to protest the war. And with her dabbling with a few substances, her parents decided enough was enough. They packed a bag for her and threw her out. And yet, she smiled. She never stopped. Whether or not she had actually worked past the pain was still unknown to many. Even Abigail herself.
The woman felt horribly under-dressed as she noticed the others in the building. But then again, she wasn’t a scientist. She wasn’t necessarily going to have the privilege of wearing a lab coat. Instead, she wore a denim skirt, tucking in a floral print blouse into it. Over it all, she wore an over-sized cardigan that she had to roll up the sleeves on her arms to make sure they didn’t hang too oddly by her sides. She looked like a poster child for Goodwill. And she was. Standing before the man, she couldn’t help the soft laugh that passed her lips, noticing how odd the image must’ve looked. He was neat and orderly. She was barely put together. But that didn’t seem to unsettle him.
Abigail’s smile only grew as he offered the smallest of grins. It didn’t make her uncomfortable, but she could see that it was a forced and awkward action. Like he had to remind himself. She wondered what a natural smile would look like as she followed after him, only to have her thoughts cut short by the man as he began to speak. “Oh! Yes, Chevalier.” She nodded quickly, bright eyes looking up at him. “Abigail. Sometimes people call me Abbie.” She noted, as if it mattered to him. In all honesty, the woman hadn’t been referred to as Abbie in over five years.
Taking his hand, she gave it a gentle squeeze as she shook it carefully. He didn’t look fragile by any means, but Abigail was a gentle woman. Another hand softly rested on the back of his, eyes warm and welcoming.
“It’s wonderful to meet you, Dr. Brenner. I’m really grateful for this opportunity.”
❝ right, ❞ was all martin said at the mention of her nickname. never having been one to use them, the information was irrelevant to him.---but regardless, his mind filed it away. it had a habit of retaining useless facts, much to his annoyance.
❝ the name suits you, ❞ he found himself saying. ❝ ---abigail, i mean. ❞ small talk didn't interest him, but he could engage in it when necessary. for the experiment to be made into a success, he needed to build a trust with the subjects. especially considering the strain that they would be under. he didn't need anyone dropping out midway.
martin was surprised by the warmth of her hand when she took his, and he wondered if her body temperature ran hotter than average or if his fingers were merely chilled by how cold it tended to get in the building. it was an odd tangent, but it had crossed his mind none the less.
❝ we’re glad to have you aboard, ❞ he told her, making eye contact with the woman’s welcoming gaze. it gave him pause, briefly, as he was not used to receiving that kind of gesture from someone he’d only just met. this woman... she had a purity about her. he couldn't help but wonder how she ended up volunteering for such an experiment. her cheery disposition was jarring.
letting go of her hand after what felt like too long, he cleared his throat. ❝ if you have any questions during the course of the experiment, you can either ask myself or one of my colleagues. ❞
Starter Call !!
figured i’d do a proper one while i go through his drafts, pfft. they’ll mostly be a small thing of dialogue at first, and then I’ll build from there. i’m still finding his voice, so, pfft. also i’m hella slow— but most of you already knew that.
you can’t loose control. not even once. keep it in check.
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@feelswhcle liked for a starter...
❝ you’ve come all the way here for what? to kill me? ❞
@leggcmyeggo liked for a starter...
❝ i knew you'd find me eventually... what is it that you want? ❞
@listentopapa liked for a starter...
❝ this is fascinating... where did you come from? ❞
@somepointsomewhere liked for a starter...
❝ we're looking for a girl... maybe you've seen her? ❞
@brotherdied liked for a starter...
❝ this... 'it' creature... you think it took your brother? ❞
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❝ seven, my patience is wearing thin. ❞
momwheeler:
Nancy’s eyes narrowed slightly. She wasn’t ready or willing to give up any information that her and Jonathan had discovered. She didn’t know this man; didn’t know his intentions. Why was he curious about Barbara? Everything about him just made here feel UNCOMFORTABLE. Nancy wasn’t even sure uncomfortable covered it. The way his eyes stared right into her made her shift in her seat.
“She just wouldn’t.”
The words were curt. They were said with nothing but disdain for this place, for this man. Nancy didn’t trust him – not with even a LITTLE of her being. He had to have something to do with this. Why would he care so much if he didn’t? No one else seemed to care that Barb was gone. “What do you want?” She had to be STRONG. She had to make sure he didn’t see how truly scared she was to be here.
nancy wheeler.---smart girl. it was easy to see she didn’t trust him. she was observant. under another circumstance he’d applaud a brilliant young mind to some degree... but right now it was a problem. ❝ i believe you, miss wheeler, ❞ he assured her, crossing his legs. ❝ on all accounts from what i could gather. you are right. ❞ if he wanted information out of her, she couldn’t treat her like she was ignorant. ❝ the problem is... with no car... no evidence... there's no case, ❞ he explained delicately with a sigh. ❝ all i want to do is find whoever is responsible. ❞ he leveled her with a cool gaze,
❝ isn't that what you want? ❞