Sixth Floor drama [open to anyone]

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

*Jonathan Crane sat at his desk, trying to perfect the fear toxin. He had been experimenting on his rats, but it was difficult to see whether the effects were from the toxin itself or something else. He ran out in the hallway with the toxin, intending to add some more chemicals to it in the bathroom, so as not to spill anything in his room. Of course, as soon as he made it out in the hallway, he bumped into someone and the fear toxin spilled on the floor, not touching anyone.*

Oh for heaven's sake, watch where you're going!

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[02maxwell.livejournal.com]

*on his way to the roof*

Woah, sorry there, buddy! Need help with that?

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

*He bites back a scowl, not really wanting to get security on his butt right now*

I could use some help, yeah. Thanks to you, my month's experiments are all spilled out on the floor.

[02maxwell.livejournal.com]

Er, sorry 'bout that! *sheepish* Don't see too many folks up here on this floor, didn't know ya lived here! Name's Duo Maxwell, I live over there in 603.

*goes to help clean up*

Whatcha got here, anyway? Is it gonna burn holes in the floor? *laughs*

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

*He lets out a sigh and decides to let it go. He knows that the JA's are being watched closely.* I'm Jonathan Crane, of 605.

*He looks down at the mess* It's nothing too lethal when it's in liquid form. It's a chemical compound that, when inhaled through the lungs causes a reaction similar to the "fight or flight" mechanism. I'm using it to study the effects of fear on the mind.

[02maxwell.livejournal.com]

*considers*

Huh. That's interesting. I flew this system once that calculated battle data and fed the freakin' statistics on estimated values right back into my goddamned brain. It also made my head go a little whack--to the point where I wouldn't even fear my own death so I would win the battle no matter what. *shudders at the memory* Sorta reminds me of what you might be talkin' about...

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

*smirks* Sounds like fun. Well...not when you're on the receiving end, of course.

[02maxwell.livejournal.com]

*eyes* Yeah, not really. Thought I blew up a whole Colony...

Anyway, what're you making this for? A class? I'm not too good with chemicals, so I ain't taking chemistry or nothin'.

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

Nah, no class. It's for my own benefit. I'm studying psychology, so I figured I ought to get a head start. Besides, I'm very sadistic enjoy watching the effects.

[02maxwell.livejournal.com]

Er. Right. *thinks they've cleared everything up* Anything else ya need help with?

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

Not right now. Just...watch where you're going next time, 'kay? *He sighs, realizing he has to go all the way back to the beginning and try to recreate the formula*

[02maxwell.livejournal.com]

Er, right. Sorry, dude. Uh, if ya ever need help with something, let me know, I owe ya one. *grins* Now I'm off to the roof, catch ya around!

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

I just might take you up on that. I know where you live, after all *He smirked, which made him look slightly psychotic* 'Till we meet again.