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Post by blindpew on Jul 28, 2012 23:14:45 GMT -5
Moving between towns, cities, regions, and even things like alternate worlds wasn't hard to understand for a slightly psychotic, insane, blind pirate. Especially one that was on an undying quest to find an ex-shipmate of his that'd run off with their dead Captain's treasure map.
Blind Pew hadn't even realized that he'd stepped into a different world, let alone a different time zone. The blind maniac continued to venture throughout the city that never slept. He was so much shorter than the people that lived there, walking into sets of legs as he tried to move throughout the rivers of people on the sidewalks. He thought he was moving through a "jungle," which was half true. New York was like a jungle--a great big metal one.
Along the way he caused traffic jams, barked at several dog walkers, and held conversations with Hobos--all of who yelled at him and called him crazy. Which was when he'd swiftly call them all little girls and waddle off to find Billy Bones.
"You can't hide forever, Billy!" Pew cackled to himself, "And when I find you, I have the perfect surprise gift for youuuu. Hahaha!"
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Post by crane on Jul 29, 2012 1:00:31 GMT -5
Gotham had been retaken from the clutches of Bane. The people could once again walk free in the streets of the city and supposed criminals like Jonathan Crane were being hunted down by the police once again. It seemed like the Batman really had saved the city once again... Crane had not let the courthouse, having boarded himself and a few of his own hired hands up. The police had been trying to get in for days. Crane's men would be easily killed if the police managed to get in.... but Crane had a backup plan. One that he was sure everyone would have fun with... especially himself.
The police were close to getting it. In fact, it was a matter of minutes before they breached the barricades they'd put up and stormed in. Crane took hold of his burlap mask and slipped it on. The thugs were... a tad confused, but they knew who was paying then and they didn't question him. Suddenly, a loud noise resounded through the courtroom. Crane sat up straight in his large chair and watched as the battle began. So calmly he sat at his judge's chair while the police gunned down his men one by one. Suddenly one of them called to him. "It's Crane! Get him!"
Crane smirked beneath his mask and pounded his gavel on the desk. "Order!" He shouted, following his words with a loud laugh as his gas filled the courtroom. The police were not only blinded, but they were soon faced with their worst fear. Crane walked out of the judge's area and strolled through the area before spotting... something unusual. It was a large crack in the wall, large enough to fit a human of his size... and it was glowing with some bizarre energy. Perhaps it would take him somewhere else... somewhere with no Batman. It wasn't as though he had anything to lose.
Crane took off his mask and turned around, taking one last look at his courtroom. He gave a smirk before entering the strange crack in the wall...
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...And ending up in New York City, of all places. Crane glanced around the area, folding his burlap mask and placing it in his pocket afterwards. Perhaps in this world he wasn't recognized as he was in Gotham. Perhaps he could start his experiments once again. ...Though he should get back to Gotham first. Crane stepped out of the alleyway he'd ended up in and began strolling down the street. Admittedly, he was lost. It wasn't like he went to New York often.
Eventually, he came across the strangest thing he'd ever seen. A strange... creature hobbling down the street cackling to himself. Crane tilted his head before deciding to talk to this... thing. "...Hello." Crane said. "...Do you happen to know how to get to Gotham?"
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Post by blindpew on Jul 29, 2012 11:58:28 GMT -5
The "creature" suddenly came to a halt as Crane started to speak. He turned around rather quickly, his walking stick striking the man in the ankles. "What is this?" Pew questioned---mostly talking to himself--as he hobbled forward, hands outstretched to feel where he was going. When he was close enough his hands bumped into Crane's leg. "Another talking tree, eh?" The Pirate just laughed, "A lost talking tree? Well, you're better than the trees with the moving branches that bark."
His hands patted Crane's knees as he tried to move around him, but then he brushed a hand--if Crane's hands even were down by his sides--which made the pirate tilt his head and look up, both eye patches staring at the man's face. "No, you're not even a tree at all are you? A person, yes, a person you are...a lost person. Did Billy send you?"
He lifted the stick again, using it to navigate the full height of Crane, until he reached the top of Crane's head, where he whacked him ever so gently. "You're even taller than Billy, ah, you must be a Captain of this Gotham ship, yes?" His mind jumbled his thoughts around again, taking Gotham from being a place to a pirate ship.
He went silent for a moment, before a string of laughter fell from his mouth, "A Captain losing his own ship! Ahahahaha! Ohhohohoho hehehe!"
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