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X Amount of Words; Marrietta cracks... (RP1)
Topic Started: Dec 30 2009, 08:16 PM (213 Views)
MaDdicient
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Take a bite of my bad girl meat.

[this is going to be one BEAST of a memory but it's a very important one. ;) ]


Dr. Crane pinched the bridge of his nose in a tired fashion, reorganizing the large stack of papers on his desk for the millionth time. Glancing at the clock, he sighed. Any minute now his new two o'clock patient would be escorted here, which meant an hour of tedious questions and psychoanalysis. And after having that twelve o'clock session with the paranoid agoraphobic... he was not in the mood.

He heard movement outside his door, and looked up expectantly, putting on his familiar mask of passive indifference.

It turned out that Dr.Leland was taking a long (and very permanent) vacation which left Jerry with no choice but to let Marrietta be Jonathan's patient.

Jonathan was expecting a different patient because Jerry, being the scatter-brained person he is, forgot to send Crane a memo.

So, in turn, Felix Ander's therapy time would have to wait.

Marrietta wasn't exactly knowledgeable of this either and, upon seeing Jonathan across from her, adopted a mask of pure hatred instead of indifference, like she usually tried to convey.

"Where is Dr. Leland?" She asked to no one in particular, as they strapped her securely (straight jacket and all) into her seat.

Jonathan's face betrayed nothing, but his hands clenched in their hidden place beneath the table. He had long ago fixed the slip-ups he used to make when he was surprised, but that didn't mean he didn't feel. "Where is Felix Ander?" Jonathan asked the guard sharply, completely ignoring Marrietta's similar question, and altogether presence. Still, he could practically feel his brain being liquidated by the fury of her glare.

As the escort fumbled for an answer, babbling some idiotic excuse about Dr. Leland being in intensive care, Jonathan wondered who would have hired such a stupid person.

Oh... that would be him.

Meanwhile, Jerry stumbled from the room, leaving his cousin and him awkwardly alone. He was thankful Scarecrow was asleep after a particularly satisfying and exhausting night of experimentation, because this did not seem like it was going to be a happy next half-hour anyway. Since Marrietta already knew he didn't really require glasses, he simply slipped them off his nose and placed them carefully on his desk, out of her range. She may be in a straight jacket, but she was by no means safe. With a barely audible sigh, he again looked up and made direct eye contact with her, waiting for her to speak first.

Marrietta didn't hesitate to make direct eye contact with him. The fury in them was very obvious, even though her expression betrayed nothing.

"You should be in this straitjacket and I should be the one behind that desk. You bloody well know it, Jonathan." She growled in his direction, suppressing a smirk when she realized that Jerry had done what she asked ...

Her straitjacket was not entirely secure, if you know what I mean. ;)

"A day will come when Scarecrow will no longer be able to be controlled and you will get what you deserve. I guarantee it. All the while, I'll be laughing at your demise. Although, right now, I'm so fecking drugged up that I can barely remember my first name anymore! So...thanks a lot for ruining my life. I'll be sure to return the favor." Marrietta started with a deadly monotone but then it grew to an anguished scream. In all honesty, she felt like crying her eyes out but she would not let him get that satisfaction.

"And do you really think glasses will make you look more sophisticated? They actually make you look like more of a geek...I'd smash them, if I could but, obviously,that's not an option." Marrietta looked pissed and disappointed at the same time; if that was even possible.

"Do you know what it's like to be punished for something you didn't do? Oh yeah...that's right...you do. I regret sending grand mum to her death; she had all the right to beat your ass. In fact, she had all the right to kill ya if it was deemed necessary. Hell, I would've helped her! You egotistical,pathetic, weak excuse for a human being! It's so fecking funny that you think you're worth something."
Marrietta finally finished her rant, her chest heaving in partly contained rage.

Then, suddenly...she changed.

"The least you could do is help us get out of here." She replied in an American accent, an expression of disapproval on her features.

Then, she changed again, looking very nervous and unsure.

"B-but that might be dangerous." She said in her usual Irish accent, this time sounding like a three year old.

"We should do him a favor. He's the one who indirectly created us, after all." She replied in a French accent, giving a warm smile to Jonathan.

"That may be so, but honestly Chris..." She said again, still with a French accent.

Marrietta eventually returned, knowing nothing of what just happened. She knew she had voices in her head but she had no idea there were ten personalities.

Dr.Leland failed to tell her that, thinking she already knew. Idiot.

"I'd rather have a moronic, numskull doctor such as Dr. Leland than have to suffer one more second in your unholy presence."


"You should be in this straitjacket and I should be the one behind that desk. You bloody well know it, Jonathan."

Jonathan's lips thinned, and his eyes tightened in the telltale sign that he was offended. "No, I do not know that, actually. I worked just as hard, if not harder, then you ever did in college." He spread his hands on his desk and sighed, searching her face tiredly. "And you do need help, Marrietta."

"A day will come when Scarecrow will no longer be able to be controlled and you will get what you deserve. I guarantee it. All the while, I'll be laughing at your demise. Although, right now, I'm so fecking drugged up that I can barely remember my first name anymore! So...thanks a lot for ruining my life. I'll be sure to return the favor."

Scare purred at the thought of taking over, and Jonathan's back stiffened a little. So much for being asleep. "I wasn't the one that ruined your life," Jonathan said through his teeth, though he kept his expression calm. "And Scarecrow doesn't need to be contained. We have a... compromise, of sorts." He sent an annoyed nudge in Scarecrow's direction, as if to remind him of that.

"Do you know what it's like to be punished for something you didn't do? Oh yeah...that's right...you do. I regret sending grandmum to her death; she had all the right to beat your ass. In fact, she had all the right to kill ya if it was deemed necessary. Hell, I would've helped her! You egotistical,pathetic, weak excuse for a human being! It's so fecking funny that you think you're worth something."

Scarecrow roared to life so suddenly Jonathan reeled. Though Jonathan still managed to keep his consciousness, Scarecrow slammed his fists furiously, leaning far over the desk and towering over his patient. "You know, repeating the same pattern over and over is the legal definition of insanity. Let's think for a moment, shall we?" Scarecrow's voice was obviously different from Jonathan's calm, controlled tone. This was hissing and deadly, with a far superior, biting sarcasm. "How did this end, the last time you mentioned that monster?"

"The least you could do is help us get out of here."
"B-but that might be dangerous."
"We should do him a favor. He's the one who indirectly created us, after all. That may be so, but honestly Chris..."



Scarecrow's face stayed in a snarl, but his eyes flashed over Marrietta's face in a distracted way, trying to take in the confusing jumble of personalities. Jonathan could put it together in a second, which only added to the panic attack he was suffering from in Scarecrow's head, but it was strange for his more animalistic side, who couldn't fully comprehend the complex ways of the brain the way Jonathan did. Still, he understood that the glimpses he had just seen were created from trauma and abuse, just like him, but had taken a completely different form.

Different or not, his snarl slowly curved up into a grim Cheshire grin, and expression that was almost even more concerning. Even Jonathan had to pause from his (frankly embarrassing) hysterics, and wonder at Marrietta for the briefest of moments. She had no idea. At least Jonathan could remember Scarecrow's attacks, but these multi-cultural voices in Marrietta's head seemed to have been created in a completely different part of her brain, a part much closer to conscious thought and intelligence than Scarecrow, hence his primitive instincts and their apparent complex thoughts and emotions.

Through his grin, Scarecrow gritted his teeth. Leave it to Jonathan to make a psycho-analysis out of a situation like this.

"I'd rather have a moronic, numskull doctor such as Dr. Leland than have to suffer one more second in your unholy presence."

"I wouldn't be so sure about that, Mari," he mocked, but in a dangerous half-whisper. "Because dearest Dr. Leland seems to have forgotten to tell you about something quite important. Something that might make you want to revise your earlier statement about your... sanity." He was dying to experiment, to find out what would really make Marrietta, and each and every one of those little voices of hers, scream. But even he knew now wasn't the right time. He had to bide his time, and wait for the moment when all of them were present, and completely aware of each other.

Marrietta paused, looking at Scarecrow with wide, tired eyes.

"What would that be? Please...humor me-" She began but something, or someone,interrupted.

"There's a reason why Dr. Leland didn't tell her." The personality replied in a snarl, his expression murderous.

"Which is probably why he decided to go on that prolonged 'vacation'... so I advise you NOT.TO.TELL.HER." Noah was the protective personality. In turn, that meant protecting the other personalities as well as Marrietta.

"Or I might just spray you with your own damned fear toxin. Do you get what I'm saying, little man?" Noah looked up at him with a 'I guess not' expression and, very suddenly, leaped up at Scarecrow, causing both of them to crash to the floor behind Jonathan's desk chair.

Noah examined the ballpoint pen he'd managed to find on the 'good' doctor's person, grinning evilly at the possibilities.

"I'd do anything to keep all of them safe. Especially from a monster like....hmm...YOU. Even if it means locking you in a church and leaving you for dead. But, unfortunately, Marrietta doesn't want Jonathan dead...she wants the 'Crow dead. "

Scarecrow was startled by the strength and tenacity of the aggressive personality, but nevertheless a smug smirk spread across his face. "Pleasure to meet you too," he said sarcastically, though he eyed the ballpoint pen with a cunning watchfulness. "What makes you think I was planning to hurt her--...them? Though, you are," he eyed the strange-yet-familiar face carefully, with a veiled interest, "fascinating." He cocked a curious eyebrow in a superior fashion, knowing it would annoy Marrietta and hoping to antagonize this newcomer too. What could he say? He had an addiction to intense emotions, and if it couldn't be fear, rage came in close second.

"Poor Marri never did learn to let go of grudges..." he made a clicking noise with his tongue and shook his head in mock disappointment. "But I'm not going anywhere. Especially not just because of being threatened at pen-point." He snickered, looking down his nose at what used to be Marrietta's face. "Besides, I have no interest in what she does here. I have plenty of patients who are equally entertaining to test," he lied smoothly.

Noah stared down at Scarecrow with indescribable rage and, in a millisecond, his expression turned into an accomplished smirk.

"Grudge's, grudges, grudges. Almost as damaging as regrets... like, hmmm, saving Jonny's life ... I mean, she doesn't regret saving his life, she regrets not destroying you. " He chuckled darkly, suddenly lodging the pen into Scarecrow's throat with amazing speed.

Marrietta came back into control, looking utterly confused, especially when she realized she was on top of Jonathan and had just impaled him with a writing utensil.

"Jaysus..." She didn't even think to get away as fast as possible.

Scarecrow made a strangled, gagging noise as blood and ink poured into and out of the gaping wound in his throat, dying his vision a blurred, painful red. Quick as instinct, Scarecrow yanked the pen from his half-destroyed throat and threw a disoriented Jonathan back into control as a fresh, white-hot wave of pain hit home, making him cry out raggedly as blood from where the pen had been nearly drowned him. Even through the madness, he couldn't help but be completely bewildered by the fact that Marrietta (or one of her) was practically on top of him.

"Hope you're--" he coughed breathlessly, a wet, disgusting sound that made him grimace in pain, "--you're happy now. How long did... did you really think you could control them?" Despite the blood and pain and overall crap he was going through at that moment, he managed a shaky smile. "I really thought you of... of anyone would-- " he coughed again and scarlet dyed his lips, "--would know to get more help. After all... you've seen the damage first hand."

"Control who?" Marr asked in a strangled whisper, realizing there was something to these black outs she hadn't noticed before...

Through the drug induced haze and the genuine horror of stabbing someone she considered to be a 'close friend' ( up until he framed her, of course), she couldn't figure out what.

She stared listlessly at Jonathan , her eyes widening at the amount of blood that agonizingly tread its way down his neck

Instead of staying to help him like her heart told her to do, she listened to her mind and went over to the door, cursing when she found that it was locked from the inside.

"You always think ahead, don't you?" Marrietta said weakly, not willing to fight.

A ragged, hysterical fit of gurgling laughter scraped it's way up Scarecrow's throat as he took in her expression of complete confusion. Pressing a blood splattered hand tightly over the gaping wound that almost seemed to be pulsing blood, he forced himself to his feet by directing nearly all of the pain to Jonathan, who thrashed in mental agony.

"They really do have you drugged half to hell--" Scarecrow chuckled, a he rose himself to full height, which was always a few inches shorter than Jonathan's anyway, thanks to his threatening slouch. Even with his casual posture, his breath came out shallow and wet.

He waved off Marrietta's rhetorical question with his free hand as if it were boringly obvious, though he replied anyway with a snide, "Nah, Jonathan's more of the planner. I, on the other hand...." A dangerous smirk spread across his face, which was enhanced by the scarlet blood trailing from the corner of his lip. He licked his lips, almost as if enjoying the taste. "...am the strength."

Marrietta trembled instinctively, remembering exactly what happened the last time when she had provoked Scarecrow.

"Prove it." Noah butted in threateningly, clenching his jaw with a half-smirk. He leaned against the door casually and folded his arms in front of him, looking completely unafraid.

"I dare you."

Marrietta returned to the front of her mind briefly, looking dumbstruck. How did she go from there to here?...

Multiple Personalities. Fugue states are common for that, ya know. And it's all Scare- that thing's fault.

Her eyes narrowed accusingly, even though she still looked scared to death.

"Might as well finish me off this time, Crow. I know you've wanted to for years..."

Scarecrow paused in his advance toward her, and raised a pleasantly amused eyebrow, though he looked slightly annoyed when Marrietta's confused expression came back. "Prove it?" Scarecrow repeated, a dangerous smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "That would be much easier to do if you would stop hiding behind the clueless girl."

Casually, he sauntered forward until he was obnoxiously close, blocking off both escapes by placing his arms on the door on either side of her.

"As for finishing you off, Marri, I haven't even begun yet." he said it pleasantly, but the words held violent intent. "I don't want to kill you... I want to break you."

"You already did." Marrietta admitted in a shaky tone, realization of the presence of other personalities sharing her brain etched into her already tense, tired features.
Edited by MaDdicient, Dec 30 2009, 11:00 PM.
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