Post by Dr. Jonathan Crane on Apr 24, 2010 20:15:00 GMT -5
DR. JONATHAN CRANE
The proceedings for this session with one Dr. Jonathan Crane can now commence
after being postponed since 10/30/1976. Subject is male and by referring to their date of
birth we are able to assume they are thirty-four, without suspicion of
falsehood—as of yet. Inquiries are being made, however, in regards to their response to the
request "Describe yourself in one word", to which their reply was “au fait”
Individual’s sexual preference on the generic scale is heterosexual and he/she associates,
generally, with other villains. However, their current mental state
has left us to wonder if being a psychopathic psychiatrist is truly right for them. The patient has also informed us
that we may call them by the following title(s), The Scarecrow. Of all the responses received we were most disturbed to find that they believe quite adamantly that they resemble Cillian Murphy; such a claim raises many questions. [/color][/center]
distinguishing features
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self-presentation
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likes?
* Educated, intellectuals, others who hold a similar appreciation for the sciences
* Fear (others’ especially, but even his own, on a certain, intellectual level)[/SIZE]
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dislikes?
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personal strengths?
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personal weaknesses?
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phobias?
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motives?
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evaluation summary
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As we neared the end of the session, we began to reach the roots of our subject's character.
Questions were posed concerning their immediate relatives. The persons responsible
for their upbringing are/were "my zealous and abusive great-grandmother.".
When asked about siblings they responded: ”I wouldn’t really know, would I? My mother abandoned me as a child.” Lastly, we inquired about
"significant others" who have had held or who currently hold in a role in their lives: ”I have no time for love and relationships. My research is far more important than such trivial matters.”
background check
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This marks the conclusion of this report.
To finish, we ask the name of the patient’s doctor: Dr. Brekken Armstrong.
Next, we need to know your schedule: GMT-6 Central.
”I don’t think I have anything to say here … ”
Lastly, before we forget, a statement of your past experience in this field would be an excellent finishing touch:
The woman’s eyes fluttered open. Her reaction was not immediate. Perhaps she was still shaking off the effects of the chloroform? No matter. Even groggy as she was, she seemed to understand something was wrong. As consciousness returned, she realized she was strapped to a hospital bed. A few minutes of pointless struggling left her with no other choice but to call for help.
“HELP!!! SOMEBODY HELP ME!!! PLEASE!!!”
A voice came over the loudspeaker: “Good morning, Ms. … Albright. How are we feeling today?”
“WHO ARE YOU?! WHAT DO YOU WANT?!”
“Please lower your voice, my dear. You’re disturbing the other patients. All of your questions will be answered in due time. For now, I must ask you to just sit back and relax. Rest, my dear girl. Doctor’s orders. Haha.”
“NOT UNTIL YOU TELL ME WHO THE FUCK YOU ARE!!!”
“How rude. If you insist on continuing in this manner, I am afraid you will have to be removed from the experiment. I can understand your trepidation, however. I will humor you.
“My name is Dr. Jonathan Crane. You may, however, know me better by my nom de geurre. Now, if I am not mistaken, you are Ms. Rebecca Albright. “Becky” to your friends. You like horses, shopping at the mall, cardigan sweaters, and the color pink. You are a college student at Gotham State University, or at least you were before the earthquake. Unable, or perhaps unwilling, to leave the city before it was declared a “No Man’s Land”, you instead sought shelter at St. Hubertus church. It would seem that St. Hubertus’ was not to your taste though, as you would regularly make excursions into the deserted streets of our not-so-fair city. Which is how you ended up here, of course.”
“How … how do you know so much about me? Wha … what do you want with me?”
“There we are. Much more civil.
“Rest assured, it is nothing you did, my dear. I have nothing against you. It is merely chance. Luck of the draw, you could say. I’ve done my research, and it would seem you have no family here in Gotham. Nobody will notice you are gone, nobody will miss you … care about you. You have nobody. Now you will have a chance to be a part of something bigger than yourself, Ms. Albright. Congratulations. It really is a great honor, although I oubt you see it as such.
“Now, do try to make yourself more comfortable. Is there anything I can get you? A coffee? An extra pillow, perhaps? The experiment will commence tomorrow, and I’m afraid that after we start, you won’t really be in a fit state for vocalization … if you survive.”
“HELP!!! SOMEBODY HELP ME!!! PLEASE!!!”
A voice came over the loudspeaker: “Good morning, Ms. … Albright. How are we feeling today?”
“WHO ARE YOU?! WHAT DO YOU WANT?!”
“Please lower your voice, my dear. You’re disturbing the other patients. All of your questions will be answered in due time. For now, I must ask you to just sit back and relax. Rest, my dear girl. Doctor’s orders. Haha.”
“NOT UNTIL YOU TELL ME WHO THE FUCK YOU ARE!!!”
“How rude. If you insist on continuing in this manner, I am afraid you will have to be removed from the experiment. I can understand your trepidation, however. I will humor you.
“My name is Dr. Jonathan Crane. You may, however, know me better by my nom de geurre. Now, if I am not mistaken, you are Ms. Rebecca Albright. “Becky” to your friends. You like horses, shopping at the mall, cardigan sweaters, and the color pink. You are a college student at Gotham State University, or at least you were before the earthquake. Unable, or perhaps unwilling, to leave the city before it was declared a “No Man’s Land”, you instead sought shelter at St. Hubertus church. It would seem that St. Hubertus’ was not to your taste though, as you would regularly make excursions into the deserted streets of our not-so-fair city. Which is how you ended up here, of course.”
“How … how do you know so much about me? Wha … what do you want with me?”
“There we are. Much more civil.
“Rest assured, it is nothing you did, my dear. I have nothing against you. It is merely chance. Luck of the draw, you could say. I’ve done my research, and it would seem you have no family here in Gotham. Nobody will notice you are gone, nobody will miss you … care about you. You have nobody. Now you will have a chance to be a part of something bigger than yourself, Ms. Albright. Congratulations. It really is a great honor, although I oubt you see it as such.
“Now, do try to make yourself more comfortable. Is there anything I can get you? A coffee? An extra pillow, perhaps? The experiment will commence tomorrow, and I’m afraid that after we start, you won’t really be in a fit state for vocalization … if you survive.”
I'M NOT MAD BATMAN! by a.l.e.x. of caution 2.0? (edited by Tori)
