don't turn out the lights;

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WHO: HARVEY DENT, TOPHER BRINK, WHISKEY, MATT MURDOCK/DAREDEVIL, and VIC SAGE/THE QUESTION.
WHERE: Second Home Hotel.
WHEN: 2/2/11, a bit before 2 PM and onward.
WARNINGS: Violence and death.
SUMMARY: Two-Face makes good on his Mad-Libs and kidnaps four unfortunate victims. Only two will leave! And then other stuff.
FORMAT: Whatever's easiest; para to start, then quickpara?


The room was sparse, secluded; essentially perfect for Two-Face's purposes. He'd set up the chairs in pairs, two on each side of the room, the two men he'd kidnapped on one side, the two women on the other.

He liked the illusion of symmetry.

On the bed in the center lay a large stone he'd procured from Central Park, along with a sharpened stick, painted black. One by one he ticked things off; it was much easier to plan this way, fill-in-the-blank details. He tossed the book aside, not needing it any longer. The stage was already all set.

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The punch hit him hard, making him smack the wall and slump, just slightly. Harvey's eye narrowed, though Two-Face's was still large and stared forward with its milky pupil. He looked at Topher again, then back at the Question, almost disrespectfully.

"Sometimes. Just as much as anyone's life is a game. Don't you know sometimes fate is just a gamble anyway? There's good luck and bad luck, no in between." He gestured with a hand, still not withdrawing his gun. "Speaking of which, you should untie the poor boy."

His eye darted, eyebrow low and calm, and then Harvey spoke again.

"What now, Murdock?"

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"It wasn't fate that did this to them, Dent," he shouted, throwing a hand back toward Whiskey without turning away from Harvey. "That was you!" He balled the fist and brought it back forward for another hit.

[guardiandevil]

"Enough," Matt said coolly, eyes narrowed behind his shades, hand slipping into his pocket and emerging a moment later with his phone. Between the shouting and the screaming and the broken glass and general noise output of the room, it was a wonder the cops hadn't already been called to the scene.

"You can save your justification and excuses for your trial, Dent. I'm sure a judge and jury would love to hear all about your point of view, but this isn't the time or place." He flipped open his phone and started to dial, speaking to the Question now, "Keep an eye that he doesn't go for the gun in his pocket. Last thing we need is another body in here."

sorry folks! CRAZY weekend

[amoral_savior]

Topher's eyes never left Whiskey. He had done this, all of this. His words.

It should have been him.






[[ooc: he's very shocky, so we can skip his tags since they're going to be fairly repetitive. I'm going on the assumption that he was eventually taken to the hospital to be treated for shock.]]

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"Fate always -- hhnnngh." His face whipped back again on impact, and he whipped his hand out to swipe back at the Question. His hand balled into a fist.

"He's making it the time and the place," he spat, sliding his other hand into his coat. This could have been easy. But no one ever seemed to want to learn from Harvey or Two-Face's lessons.

He rested his fingers around his gun, but then made a face of annoyance. He didn't draw it out, pulling out his coin first.

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He stepped to the side and caught the punch at the wrist, twisting it with him as he moved behind Harvey. Vic closed the hold with an arm around the neck, his thumb jammed under Harvey's jaw. "Take responsibility for once, Dent. You're the one who created this situation, not me and not fate. Just you. Everything after is consequence."

He put more pressure on Harvey's jaw as he hissed into his good ear. "Now drop the coin."

He spoke to Matt without looking away from Harvey. "He should have trouble going for it as long as he's in this position, if you want to come take it. But he hasn't flipped for that yet. Isn't that right, Dent?"