Overture
"She's crazy."
"They're all crazy here, if you haven't noticed."
"I know, it's just...I've been working here for about 20 years now, I haven't seen anyone just mumbling gibberish for the past three hours."
"First time for everything, Lester."
"I guess so. Do we need to put her in a straightjacket?"
"Probably. Wouldn't hurt. I'm more concerned that she'll harm herself, she's just...creepy."
The guards stared at the girl before them, taking in her ratty flannel pajamas, matted mousy brown hair, stuck up like a bird's nest, and glassy eyes that rarely blinked. It wasn't a pretty sight.
They tugged the straightjacket from the drawer, the locked one (well, they were all locked) on the top right corner. The two men were in an industrialized room, partioned by a thick plexi-glass interwoven steel window inbetween them and the girl. Lester couldn't express how happy he was for that barrier.
The girl was safe and sound in the rubber room opposite the officer's office, the tiny room they were in now, filled to the brim with filing cabinets and various drawers containing various contents, from straightjackets to instant coffee. Inmates would kill for instant coffee.
They marched in, and cornered the girl. She was handcuffed already, her hands behind her back and her feet to the ground. They fastened the jacket around her with no trouble, she was just...limp, like she had given up already.
Louis held up the girl's placard for her, stepping a safe distance away from the camera.
Sybil Demetrius. Age, 16.
Sybil Demetrius was...to put it simply, a loon. One of the craziest crazies yet. A member of the GCPD had found her screaming on top of the Wayne Enterprises building, some sort of crazy talk. She had been about to push someone off, a member of Wayne Enterprises, who chose to remain unidentified. That was what Lester had read in the news. The GCPD had stepped in, the girl was clearly insane. That was why Lester was here with her right now.
"Mm...buh...oll..." Mumblings came from the girl. Not again.
She had been repeating the same thing at different volumes the entire time she had been dropped off at the Asylum, and according to the GCPD officer, the entire trip to the Asylum, too.
"Gotham...burn...will..."
Lester pinched the bridge of his nose tight, sighing.
"Acid rain, suffering, pain.
The rising tide will swallow Gotham in a wave of fire, killers, crazies, fighters, liars.
The ginger, the fire, rises above all, his grin growing wider and wider.
The all seeing eye, underestimated and misunderstood.
The steady hand, ambitious, wanting more than her life, to be all she could.
The gambler, reckless, power hungry, the best liar.
Gotham will burn, swallowed by fire..." She broke into mumbling again.
"Creepy," Louis said. Lester nodded. The girl's monotone sent chills down his spine, if he was being honest.
He could of sworn he heard laughter afterwards.
OC forms are still open! I need my GCPD homies, (oh my god, did I seriously just say that...) and some inmates.
See previous chapter for the OC forms! (For the inmates, please remember, I WANT insane, and just downright maniacal. I also want original, many OC forms I've seen have been triggered by drunken parents or parents of some sort. I want imperfect, insane, original inmates!)
Spots:
Escaped Arkham Inmates:
Seelie Jones, sniper
Sybil Demetrius, XXXXX (Her purpose will be revealed later, if you haven't already figured it out...)
Blaze Tomlins, the con artist
(Open spot, muscle)
(Open spot, seducer)
GCPD Peeps (I'm still saying stuff like this...)
(Open, leading detective on "Rising Tide" case)
(Open, leading detective's partner)
(Open, intern)
(Open, intern)