//Thinking of deleting this blog… That or just changing it to a different character…
[I am WAY more active over here and I don’t have the muse to play Crane all that much anymore… So please follow this blog and shoot me a message so we can discuss a thread together! :D]
I always seem to think I have really good characters and ideas, but once I finally make a blog for it, it makes me lose inspiration. I think I’m cursed.
They had started this with a question for a question, and as the score sat Castiel had asked more than answered. “She does her job. Did her Job.” He corrected himself, and his gaze was back to wandering the room. She was gone now. Her own tool shoved in the back of her skull the last time he had stepped foot in her office. By the time he had arrived Metatron had already- “She wasn’t all bad in the end. She just got lost, and scared. It made her forget the important things. But it dosen’t matter anymore.” His gaze settled back on Scarecrow again. “I had a big family you know. But it seems to get smaller everyday.”
Scarecrow chuckled. He somewhat enjoyed that Cas was loosing people. “Oh you poor little bug… Now Jonathan has no one… No family, no friends… Hell not even the doctors, nurses, or patients here will talk to him..” He knelt down in front of Cas slowly before he looked up at him. “and apparently it does matter… Do you hold yourself responsible? or think you could have helped her?” He was in no way trying to help. Scarecrow needed leverage and that is what he was searching for..
Finally Castiel’s eyes focused on his, and for a long moment he did nothing but stare. He didn’t move or speak, even with Naomi pacing the room behind Scarecrow. “Poke and prod.” He repeated. He said the words slowly, as if trying to put a physical meaning to the metaphor. “Funny you use those words. It’s what she does to. Poke and prod and dig into. Keep digging farther and farther until she gets to the programming.” His voice was listless, faraway sounding. Castiel reached a hand up and tapped the inside corner of his right eye. “It starts bleeding when she gets close.”
Now he was curious; even more so than before.
"Who?" Scarecrow tilted his head slowly as he took another step. "She hurt you didn’t she?" His voice was oddly consoling but given the circumstances took on a creepy undertone that was only magnified by the wild look his in blue eyes. "Betrayed? Hm?"
He had nothing to go on- He knew nothing of this angel nor where he had come from and right now he was just tossing out scenarios (the more common ones) just to try and find a place to latch on to.