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Log; ongoing - Chlorophobia
WHO: Eddie Nygma (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
enigmaestro), Jon Crane (is_fear_itself)
WHERE: A pretty nice little Italian place somewhere near Jon's new apartment.
WHEN: Backdated to the afternoon of Jan. 7th
WARNINGS: Probably should be okay for everybody~
SUMMARY: Jon's trying to get information out of Eddie. Wish him luck, because he'll need it.
FORMAT: Parato start, quickaction thereafter. is how we roll
Jon had actually bought a suit for this meeting. A cheap brown one, off the rack, and one that felt somewhat uncomfortable, but it was new, at any rate, and he felt vastly more vulnerable in it than he had before, but his mask was in the deep left pocket of his trenchcoat, and a small, mace-sized canister of his latest formula in the right, so he wasn't completely isolated from the Scarecrow's confidence. High up above, black birds circled and swooped, keeping an eye on him like dark angels. It would take him a long time to get used to that.
He stepped in under the awning of the restaurant's facade - it wasn't so fancy that he'd had to reserve a table, hell, no - and surveyed the inside of the building through the window, before pulling back and frowning at his reflection. If Eddie had beaten him here, he couldn't see him inside.
Jon cast another leery look around the street. Surely it wasn't hard to spot a man like Edward Nygma.
enigmaestro), Jon Crane (is_fear_itself)WHERE: A pretty nice little Italian place somewhere near Jon's new apartment.
WHEN: Backdated to the afternoon of Jan. 7th
WARNINGS: Probably should be okay for everybody~
SUMMARY: Jon's trying to get information out of Eddie. Wish him luck, because he'll need it.
FORMAT: Para
Jon had actually bought a suit for this meeting. A cheap brown one, off the rack, and one that felt somewhat uncomfortable, but it was new, at any rate, and he felt vastly more vulnerable in it than he had before, but his mask was in the deep left pocket of his trenchcoat, and a small, mace-sized canister of his latest formula in the right, so he wasn't completely isolated from the Scarecrow's confidence. High up above, black birds circled and swooped, keeping an eye on him like dark angels. It would take him a long time to get used to that.
He stepped in under the awning of the restaurant's facade - it wasn't so fancy that he'd had to reserve a table, hell, no - and surveyed the inside of the building through the window, before pulling back and frowning at his reflection. If Eddie had beaten him here, he couldn't see him inside.
Jon cast another leery look around the street. Surely it wasn't hard to spot a man like Edward Nygma.