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John Blake ([personal profile] oversight) wrote in [community profile] entrancelogs 2013-06-26 02:14 am (UTC)

"Hallucinations," Blake confirmed, his expression remaining wary. "Toxin. These toys've been laced with it." He gestured to one of the strange teddy bears in the corner and shook his head. Of course, that was Scarecrow's way, wasn't it? He would have preferred the madman focus on the adults and leave the whole concept of involving children in any way out of it. Of course people were going to wonder when they saw discarded toys. It was almost a sure bet.

He felt on edge, but the bulk of it was beginning to fade away. John stepped back again, his hand coming up to run through his hair. This has him sweating, not just from the exertion, but the situation itself. Being constantly thrown into these kinds of situations wasn't foreign, but it never really got easier, just less painful.

"You gonna be okay, Greed? It's Blake. You back here in reality now?"

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