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capeandcowllogs2009-02-24 09:53 pm
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Justify denials [incomplete]
WHO: Millions Knives (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
returntoeven) and Jonathan Crane (phobiaasphyxia)
WHERE: Crane's office
WHEN: February 25th, mid-afternoon
WARNINGS: Two creepers creepering it up at each other.
SUMMARY: Fed up with the games Crane has been playing, Knives goes to question the not-so-good doctor. This may not end well.
FORMAT: Quickparawhatever
Knives paused, looking up at the building in front of him, the very window Robin had (supposedly) fallen out of days ago in clear view. He hadn't particularly wanted to come here, especially given his own disgust and frustration over the events of the past several days. Still, he was calmer than before, his current state of mind helped along since he'd been given a project. He should have been working on that, most likely, but something inside him wouldn't let this go.
He needed answers - or if not that, then confirmation - and no one else would be able to give them to him.
Thus, it was with these thoughts in mind that he turned up outside of the door of once Jonathan Crane's office, the same presence that would have made normal humans cower in fear settling about his shoulders as easily as the air he breathed - as always.
He knocked.
returntoeven) and Jonathan Crane (phobiaasphyxia)WHERE: Crane's office
WHEN: February 25th, mid-afternoon
WARNINGS: Two creepers creepering it up at each other.
SUMMARY: Fed up with the games Crane has been playing, Knives goes to question the not-so-good doctor. This may not end well.
FORMAT: Quickparawhatever
Knives paused, looking up at the building in front of him, the very window Robin had (supposedly) fallen out of days ago in clear view. He hadn't particularly wanted to come here, especially given his own disgust and frustration over the events of the past several days. Still, he was calmer than before, his current state of mind helped along since he'd been given a project. He should have been working on that, most likely, but something inside him wouldn't let this go.
He needed answers - or if not that, then confirmation - and no one else would be able to give them to him.
Thus, it was with these thoughts in mind that he turned up outside of the door of once Jonathan Crane's office, the same presence that would have made normal humans cower in fear settling about his shoulders as easily as the air he breathed - as always.
He knocked.