RP With Jonathan Crane | Scarecrow

[whatam_i]

Arkham Asylum.

It's a name that everyone in Gotham knows but also fears, it sits at the edge of town on a high hill that can only be reached by one or two winding, desolate roads. The original contractors probably weren't trying to make it look like something from a Vincent Price movie but over time it has grown to be just that, a place that is dark, haunted, and full of dangerous and disturbed people.

Not that the elected officials would say that, oh no, when they have to talk about Arkham it's always spoken as a state of the art hospital. Full of doctors and therapists who work day and night to help everyone who goes there.

But that couldn't be further than the truth.

Edward Nygma hasn't been in Arkham long but already he knows that this isn't a place where people go to get better, it's a place where they go to be broken.
Forgotten.
Buried.

But he refuses to be one of them, he will escape, because at it's core Arkham is just one big puzzle.
And puzzles are his forte.

Comments

[phobophilia]

Arkham Aslyum was never a place Jonathan Crane had figured he'd be working. Technically, he was moonlighting more than being full-time. He still taught Psychology at Gotham State University and had for the past five years. While his mentor had gotten tenure for bringing on the youngest professor in the school's history, the man had gotten tired of his star pupil when Jonathan's reputation started to outshine his own.

He was miserable, of course, Jonathan loved to teach, but being bullied by coworkers and students alike didn't make for a good environment for one to flourish. Most of the teasing came from his looks, too tall, too gaunt and his creepy blue eyes. People either loved his eyes or recoiled from them. The other factor was his clothes, they never really fit right, and his suits were always outdated, bargain rack items. He made it work, though, even with the air of poverty about him.

He was paid wonderfully, of course, but his little issue of being a bibliophile certainly didn't help, and that was how Jeremiah Arkham got the young professor to work at the Asylum. He only worked about thirty hours at the Asylum, but that didn't mean he didn't take it seriously. Not yet jaded to his craft.

It was a lost bet that had the Riddler's files put in his arms, and sent down to the room for his first real visit with one of Arkham's most famous. The guards opening the door as he stepped inside, waving them off with a look of annoyance. "Please leave me and Mr. Nygma, I do not need your help." The accent sounding perfectly upper crust gothamite. Yet, seemed fake on him. Adjusting his glasses, as he looked from the file to Edward while the door was shut. "Good evening, Mr. Nygma. My apologies for the late visit, I am your new psychiatrist, Dr. Crane." He spoke, offering one of his bony hands over. Those piercing blue eyes trying to read the man before him from behind his smudged lenses.