The gas subsided--for the room, of course. Crane bit a full lip, hinging on everything Tillman said, every reaction, taking it in with an alarming amount of excitement. His heart was racing and he could feel his palms grow sweaty with anticipation, watching the other squirm as he looked at what must have been a twisted visage.
He was reacting curiously to it, however--resisting it. Tillman was somehow trained to resist this stuff. Crane's mind briefly flashed to the days in school and there was a split-second feeling of dread, of Tillman snapping the handcuffs and his fist connecting with Crane's face, a very familiar scenario from a very long time ago, and yet--
No. There we go. The handcuffs. Those beautiful pieces of metal around such a beautiful man's wrists. The monster was chained, leaving Crane to react accordingly.
He took the mask off and shut his suitcase, immediately pounding on the glass, looking urgent. Worried. Alarmed, even.
"This man is clearly suffering from psychosis. I'm postponing everything--he's to come to Arkham Asylum. Immediately, so I can better treat him."
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Date: 2012-01-30 08:06 pm (UTC)The gas subsided--for the room, of course. Crane bit a full lip, hinging on everything Tillman said, every reaction, taking it in with an alarming amount of excitement. His heart was racing and he could feel his palms grow sweaty with anticipation, watching the other squirm as he looked at what must have been a twisted visage.
He was reacting curiously to it, however--resisting it. Tillman was somehow trained to resist this stuff. Crane's mind briefly flashed to the days in school and there was a split-second feeling of dread, of Tillman snapping the handcuffs and his fist connecting with Crane's face, a very familiar scenario from a very long time ago, and yet--
No. There we go. The handcuffs. Those beautiful pieces of metal around such a beautiful man's wrists. The monster was chained, leaving Crane to react accordingly.
He took the mask off and shut his suitcase, immediately pounding on the glass, looking urgent. Worried. Alarmed, even.
"This man is clearly suffering from psychosis. I'm postponing everything--he's to come to Arkham Asylum. Immediately, so I can better treat him."