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bakerstreet2013-09-24 03:50 pm
luft) wrote in bakerstreet2013-09-24 03:50 pm
the "rescue me" meme.
the "rescue me" meme.
>> POST your character and preferences.
>> TAG others. use rng if you need or make up your own.
>> HAVE FUN.
001 A BAD DATE - you get a text, a phone call, or maybe you can just see the other person floundering on what clearly must be the worst date of their life. time to step in and save the day.
002 PRISON - maybe they've been wrongly convicted, or maybe you're an accomplice. either way, it's jailbreak. maybe the guards will fall for the old 'wounded prisoner' technique.
003 TAKEN HOSTAGE - they're being held at gunpoint, either for money or for fun. maybe you can talk down their captors, or maybe you are a captor, secretly working to help them.
004 ABUSE/NEGLECT - your body is damaged, your suffering taken it's toll. you can't save yourself anymore. you're wounded, you're starving, maybe even dying. someone, help.
005 ADDICTION - just one more. nothing bad will happen if you just get one more. either way, you can't save yourself from this downward spiral. someone else is going to have to help.
006 YOURSELF - one bad choice after another, your self-destructive tendencies are going to get the best of you unless someone steps in, quick, to save the day.
007 CLIMATIC SITUATION - you're hovering over an active volcano, a pit of sharks, about to fall off a cliff. whatever it is, you've only got precious seconds of life left.
008 LONELINESS - you've been secluded, locked away, and the emptiness is overwhelming. you need company, or you might just drown.
009 UNWANTED SOCIAL FUNCTION - a family reunion, your three o'clock board meeting, whatever it is, you desperately don't want to go. hopefully your good buddy can come up with a distraction.
010 A BAD ROMANCE - you're trapped in a relationship that's headed south, and you can't seem to get away from the other person. looks like you need a helping hand, maybe a prince charming.
011 WILD CARD - make up your own or roll again.
TAKEN AND REFORMATTED FROM HERE.
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With a shrug, Jason holds his hands up as if in surrender, and he chuckles, lazily.]
Hate to correct you, but that's the former Riddler. See, a few months ago, I'd be down with this whole nail the asshole to the cross thing you got goin' on, but these days, Eddie here's about as murderous as a butterfly. I really can't let you kill him. Not today, anyway.
[Jason steps closer, but to the side, drawing the man's attention towards him, away from Nygma.] So. What happened to your son?
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He murdered my son! After playing with my grand daughter's affections! He lied to us, infiltrated our homes, our community, all for a shot at fucking her. And then when one of his henchmen leaned on her daddy and she did go to him, he wouldn't-- he just dumped her there, and left! Let his men kill my boy!
[ It's wholly out of pattern with Eddie, actually. Something's not right. But the man doesn't care. He's convinced this is what happened, and a murderer has escaped justice. ]
[ Eddie? Still crawling. Making good time, as crawling goes. ]
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In fact. Never seen him with a girl. I'd been betting he played for the other team.
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I know it! I saw him! He was in my home! Ask him about Jessica! Jessica Duchamp!
[ And he turns then, as Eddie pulls the plug on his nail gun. ]
Sorry. There have been a few women in my life, but I can't remember all their names. But the case file you're referring to? I wasn't the trigger man.
Joker was.
[ The older man throws the nail gun at him in a rage. ]
Liar! Freak! All of you! [ He lurches forward, scrambling after Eddie to hurt him with his bare hands again. ]
You say you don't remember, then you tell me it was some other freak? Liar!
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Now it's time for Red Hood to make his real entrance. Striding forward, Jason gets to the man as he's about an inch from grabbing Nygma around the throat, catching the guy by the collar of his jacket and yanking him back, away from Edward. The guy's old and obviously pissed about his son, his granddaughter, and who wouldn't be? Honestly, Jason should just let the jerk fry Nygma so that he feels better. If he thinks he killed the guy responsible, he could probably move on.
Egh. Emotional attachments were a fucking bitch.]
Unfortunately for both of us, Nygma is currently incapable of lying. [Jason yanks the man back further, careful since he's friggin old as dirt, and shoves him against the nearest wall.] Now. I'll make you a promise. The Joker is already on my hit list. The second I catch him, I'll put a second bullet in his skull for you and send you the pictures to prove it.
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[ Edward pressed back against the tool shed, eyes wide as the man was yanked back, struggling to get free. ]
He's a madman, he killed him, killed my son! [ But he knows defeat when he feels it, and in the end, Jason has a sobbing father in his hands, weeping openly in grief and powerlessness. ]
The rest is true. I mean, as far as I know. I tried to... woo Jessica Duchamp. But It didn't work. Joker set her up because I was-- preoccupied and wouldn't help him on a caper, as I understand. At least, that's in the files.
Sorry, Mr. Duchamp, but you've got the wrong rogue.
omfg jay's in a MOOD idek
Joker kills a lot of people. Myself included.
[Slowly, Jason pulls away, holding the man by his chest, pressing him firmly against the wall to get his attention.]
You listen. You're a good man. And your son would not want you wasting your life away, trying to take matters in your own hands. I'll go after the Joker, and I'll deliver his fucking head if you want it. But while I do that, you gotta stop this shit. And if I catch you kidnapping anyone else, I'm not gonna be lenient on your ass, Pops. You got me?
[Jason waits for it to sink in and then pulls back, grabs his cell and dials the man's wife. She'll want to come over and make him chill the fuck out. He presses the phone back into the guy's hand and then moves to Nygma and unceremoniously scoops him up like a sack of potatoes, tossing his lanky form over his shoulder without care.]
And you. You're obviously coming with me.
omg jay be gentle
Gonna pass out, J--Jay--
[ So at least he was, well, limp and compliant. ]
what is gentle
He's also nearly naked, down to his boxer shorts.
And Jason is down the hall, standing in front of a wall with a bunch of screens on it, perusing some recent Arkham footage.]
apparently not in your volcab, jay -- also, keywords
[ He is less than thrilled. But he's got a ratty blanket, and it becomes something of a sari around his hips as he pads over concrete floor in his bare feet. Cold, man, cold. ]
You know you could have dropped me with Thompkins. She'll treat me without calling the cops or asking for an insurance card.
[ But hey, he doesn't sound-- ungrateful. ]
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[Jason turns from the screens after a second, gives Nygma one look over, and then snorts.]
Didn't know you and Les were on such close terms or I'd have gladly let her deal with you. As it stands, you need to go sit back down before you pass out again.
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[ He doesn't sit, he just-- stares up into the footage. ]
What in the name of God are you looking for in that mess?
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[His answer comes easy, but the tone of his voice changes completely. It's no secret he has a vendetta against the insane clown prince of crime, but the vehemence in the growl of the man's name might even surprise Nygma.]
Harley Quinn was picked up last week, and she's been in Arkham since.
[Jason points to the only monitor that isn't crawling with inmates or guards. It's a cell. In it, Harley is there, her expression slack, her eyes glued to the door.]
She only moves to eat, piss, or shit. Otherwise, nothing. Either Arkham's drugging their least violent patients now, or she's waiting for someone.
[The only time Quinn is that quiet is when she's been told to be.]
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[ Edward had once held a torch for Harleen Quinzel; brilliant, attractive, capable, and crazy. The attraction had dimmed after the coma, and the feelings were further muddled by the complications of her associate with Selina Kyle and Poison Ivy, and their treatment of Edward as disposable in their schemes. ]
Culminating a few months back with her breaking into Arkham to try and kill him. If she's playing nice, either something's gone wrong, or someone has her over a barrel.
[ He didn't like either thought. ]
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[Jason glances side-long at Nygma, taking in the welts, bruises, and scrapes that adorn his body. He's really getting it from all sides, it seems. Jason can't help but feel a little pity for him. After all, Jason remembers what it was like when he couldn't remember anything. Those days right after he'd crawled out of his grave were kind of a blur now, but from what Talia had told him, what he'd seen in videos of the time, he'd been a walking pincushion zombie. At least he'd had the skills and muscle memory to fight back, or else he probably wouldn't be standing here at all.]
You feel up to some investigation, Mr. Nygma?
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[ Every rogue wrote their story in their skin, failure after failure, and the occasional price of success. ]
I'm always up to find answers, Jason. It's what I do.
But not without pants. I'm going to have to have my clothes at some point -- I hope they aren't complete losses, but... [ He figures at the very least he can get dressed and get home to clean up, pop the double jeopardy of No Doz and painkillers, and see where the road took them. ]
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[Jason nods his chin towards the room Edward woke up in.]
Take something of mine for now.
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[ But he pads back to rummage though the other room; Jason's style couldn't be further from Edward's, and his shape wasn't as on, either. Jason was more muscular, Edward taller. The jeans were loose in odd places and came up short and the t-shirt baggy, but it would do to get him home in, at least. ]
Yeah, I look like someone trying to be half their age.
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[Jason tosses a pair of shoes that actually belong to Edward at him. He'd found them after Nygma passed out.]
You need help getting home?
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[ Because he doesn't know where he is and fuck walking home in Gotham City, okay. ]
lol I am so mean. Eddie's gonna have to hug Jay. <3
Nodding towards the side, Jason leads them out into a cargo hold, where there are a few motorcycles spread out, as well as what appears to be an arsenal that could rival anything Cobblepot, Dent, or Black Mask could ever hope to accumulate.
Jason approached one of the bikes and straddled it, nudging the kickstand out.]
Home or office?
he'll live
[ Not one car. ]
[ Eddie palms his face, before he sighs, coming over to the bike. This is not his first time on this rodeo, though. Echo and Query favored them, and he rode one himself once or twice. ]
[ He's just usually been the one driving, not the one holding on. But his grip on Jay is firm; he's still woozy, and Eddie doesn't trust him not to drive like a nut. ]
Home-- no, office. Whichever has the least police presence. If anyone even noticed I was kidnapped from my home other than you.
[ .... he's going ask about that later, too.]
OR WILL HE....naw he prob will
[Jason opens the loading door with a click of a button and starts the engine. He knows Gotham PD too well. They're a bunch of unqualified and self-important assholes who mess with people under them just to feel big. Oh, and take bribes by the dozens, because they're too goddamn-ass lazy to do their fucking jobs.
Feet up, Jason speeds out, and the door shuts behind them, the security system locking up. And yeah, Nygma was right to hold on tight: Jason doesn't exactly obey traffic laws.]
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[ He goes from 'holding on' to 'back barnacle' as Jay flaunts all the traffic laws in a tristate area. He closes his eyes, hides his bruised face against Jason's collar, and holds his breath for part of the trip. ]
[ At least when they (vaguely) slow down in the residential area to pull up to his home, he's not as terrified. But he is wobbly when he gets off the bike. ]
Right. Never letting you drive again. My kingdom for my sensible car.
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[Jason nudges the kickstand out, turns off the bike, and steps off, reaching for Nygma. God help him, he has no clue why he gives a shit whether Eddie munches it after their joyride, but the former Rogue is growing on him. Like mold or something.]
Don't fall. This is one of my favorite shirts, so I'd rather not get blood stains on it tonight.
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