E.Nigma

// #AnnihilateArkham ~ Pause

--They want to get in your pants, right? But friends. Do you have /friends/? @DentedMorality @_AngelOfGotham @SpiritOfGotham

--*whispered* Boring... Do you have friends, Rachel? Gordon and Harvey? -- @DentedMorality @_AngelOfGotham @SpiritOfGotham

--all I'd have to do is give somebody my medication... *shaking his head* -- @DentedMorality @_AngelOfGotham @SpiritOfGotham

-- the table with a clatter* Have you /seen/ Arkham? It's /full/ of people. If I wanted friends, -- @DentedMorality @_AngelOfGotham

-- you here because. I'm. Lonely... *dropping a heavy, iron, hook-shaped clamp to-- @DentedMorality @_AngelOfGotham @SpiritOfGotham

-- *quietly* Now you understand. I'm not your friend... *giggling* I didn't bring-- @DentedMorality @_AngelOfGotham @SpiritOfGotham

*brow arching at the quaver in @_AngelOfGotham's voice, he inspected the workbench tools*-- @DentedMorality @SpiritOfGotham

For @_AngelOfGotham, @DentedMorality, and @ShieldOfGotham youtube.com/watch?v=qrdpliMf… *giggling*

--and dropped the cuttings in her lap. Pivoting away* *singing* What'll I do... @DentedMorality @SpiritOfGotham @_AngelOfGotham

--blade back, he hacked ferociously at her hair, cutting it roughly from her head, -- @DentedMorality @SpiritOfGotham @_AngelOfGotham

--a gleeful smile* *singsong* What do you think he'll do? *bringing the -- @DentedMorality @SpiritOfGotham @_AngelOfGotham

--blade free, yanking her head back, and glanced down into her eyes with -- @DentedMorality @SpiritOfGotham @_AngelOfGotham

--bringing the rusty instrument forward, and thumbing a two inch section of -- @DentedMorality @SpiritOfGotham @_AngelOfGotham

--he gently stroked her hair, smiling at the silky feel as he gathered it into a ponytail -- @DentedMorality @SpiritOfGotham @_AngelOfGotham

--behind @_AngelOfGotham* What do you think he'll do first, Rachel? *reaching up,-- @DentedMorality @SpiritOfGotham @_AngelOfGotham

--side-eying the camera as he stepped behind it, knowing his face was out of frame-- @DentedMorality @SpiritOfGotham @_AngelOfGotham

--box cutter, he gripped it tight, spinning back to the chair, with an impish grin,-- @DentedMorality @_AngelOfGotham @SpiritOfGotham

--*giggling* *quietly* Too soon... *gasping as his hand fell on an ancient -- @DentedMorality @SpiritOfGotham @_AngelOfGotham

--tools humming softly to himself and stilled, his hand poised over the wire cutters* -- @DentedMorality @SpiritOfGotham @_AngelOfGotham