bakerstreet | 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.

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I have it on good authority [ strange how his tone deceptively mild ] that Miss Quinzel and her nutjob boyfriend are on the outs and have been for a while now.

[ 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. ]

They're always on the outs, but that doesn't mean he won't string her along on whatever he's cooked up.

[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?

[ Eddie wasn't a tough rogue; he wasn't physical like the others, and standing here, arms folded over his chest in a blanket around his hips, he was uncomfortable and bare. Scars dotted him -- his face had seen the side of a fan, once, there were burn marks here, the pock mark of an old bullet wound there. In triplicate: the clean lines, one after the other, of batarang impacts. ]

[ 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. ]

You really want that mess of cloth you were wearing? It's bloody, torn, and just nasty, dude. Seriously. No amount of washing's gonna fix it.

[Jason nods his chin towards the room Edward woke up in.]

Take something of mine for now.

...that's going to be interesting to fit.

[ 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.

You could do worse. Imagine if you wound up under Catwoman's care: you'd be in stilettos and a catsuit.

[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?

Yeah, I'm going to need a lift.

[ Because he doesn't know where he is and fuck walking home in Gotham City, okay. ]

[Jason nods, flicking off the monitors with a single switch that also cuts off the power to the entire building's light sources. The security systems remain on, but everything else is muted and dulled.

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?

[ Seriously Jay. ]

[ 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.]

Don't worry about the police. I made sure their attentions were on other things. Didn't trust them not to ransack your place, just because.

[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.]

[ oh god he's going to die ]

[ 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.

Sensible cars are overrated.

[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.

I didn't realize you were such a Gotham Knights fan.

[ Sarcasm delivered, he took the hand that was offered all the same and wobbled off the bike. He was still aching from the nail to the thigh, and riding a fast, powerful bike that vibrated from his ass to his skull had been enough to test his strength. ]

[ But he got his keys from his things, and went into his brownstone. ]

[ IT was still a bit bloody here; spatters of red, possibly a bit of tooth, on the carpet not far from the doorway. He'd been waiting for him. Hadn't wanted him to get comfortable when he came home to find his attacker ready and waiting. ]

Help yourself to the coffee. My things are upstairs.

[ He headed to the second floor to dig up clothe and a robe, vanishing into a bathroom to check his wounds and change. ]

the "rescue me" meme.

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lol I am so mean. Eddie's gonna have to hug Jay. <3

he'll live

OR WILL HE....naw he prob will

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