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Jonathan Crane ([personal profile] jonboy) wrote in [community profile] icebergloungers2022-10-21 07:57 pm
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[personal profile] 3rs 2022-10-21 07:14 pm (UTC)(link)
""What is the freak doing here?!" Barbara said it accusingly, staring at Jonathan as if he was especially repulsive. "Pervert."

Granted, Jonathan probably had not chosen to be taped to a toilet stall door in the girls' bathroom, but she was not happy about it anyway. "This is the girls' bathroom, you shouldn't even be here. Oh, hi, Ed."

She changed her tone from one moment to the other, smiling at Ed and giving a short wave as he walked in with Deirdre, better known as Echo, evidently not taking any issue with that boy being here.

"Hey." Ed waved back, then looked at Jonathan, looking him over. "Wow. Someone had a lot of tape."

Quite the observation.
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[personal profile] 3rs 2022-10-22 01:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"We have to stop meeting like this," Edward commented as he opened the trashcan, after having moved the weight off of it. He hadn't come here to free Jonathan from his imprisonment, he hadn't even be thinking about Jonathan, but he knew what it meant when something weighed down the lid of the trashcan and he wasn't enough of a jerk to simply ignore that.

Still, once the lid was open, he moved over to where he had abandoned his notebook to pick it back up, leaning back against the wall and returning to scribbling furiously. Something didn't quite make sense and it was getting to him, rather visibly, as he frowned and ran his hand through his hair repeatedly, all five fingers.
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[personal profile] jonboy 2022-10-22 03:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Jonathan was bored. Two weeks in Gotham, no more hazing and not much was going on. The school was boring, the crows weren't active after sunset - which was crazy early here - and he didn't have much else to do. So he went to a club. He needed cash for drinks so he sold some of his compound to people who looked like they wanted a high, dealing as subtly as he could, like he used to back in Georgia. Though it was harder here, gangs had a monopoly and all. He still managed to make enough to have a generous amount in his pocket as he purchased himself a bourbon from a very lax bartender who didn't bother to card him.

The music was loud and Jonathan sat there, sipping his drink, considering his next move. And then he made a potentially dangerous mistake. He knocked back one of his own pills.

His pills were hard to miss. They looked like candy corn and the bottom had a JC on it. He thought half the market was in the branding and apparently it was true. October and everyone wanted to buy from him.

Now he was almost all out and riding a high in a strange club where almost everyone was older than him and likely the gangsters would get word of his work. He should be scared or concerned, should have left but... well, he wasn't bored any more. He giggled to himself and knocked back his drink. Oh, he hoped he had trouble tonight.
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