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Tony Stark	<< OOC note: Scene run by Tony Stark as GM; Tony is not present. >> Getting into Arkham is no small feat. It's time consuming, and involves a lot of guard dodging, a lot of security hacking and avoidance, along with dodging all of the police that are camped out in the front area patting each other on the back about catching the Coventry Bleeder. Once inside, though, there's less security or other problems. There's a lot of very interesting prisoners here, and the Coventry Bleeder is not actually as high profile as even half of them. He's killed, yes, but he also isn't convicted. Still, where else do you put the mastermind of so many kidnappings? Turns out, at the front of the hall of the east wing. When entering the hallway outside of his cell, he is curled in a ball at the side of his bed: the bed has no 'underneath', so that's as close as it gets. He is an uninteresting middle-aged man, balding, but strong while still remaining slender.
Dan Richter	Amarok stalks through the hall, twisting a path around the sight lines of security cameras, the loud clattering and jeering of the asylum's residents not flinching him in his approach of the lowly dubbed serial killer. As he reaches Mr. Maylin's cell, he comes to a stop, straightening up slightly as he does a casual visual scan of the cell's contents, letting his gaze slowly fall upon Chester. He holds that gaze a moment before speaking, "....Mr. Maylin...I've come to talk..." He says in his usual cold monotone, standing statuesque in front of the cell, blocking out the light from outside like a looming horror.
Tony Stark	Chester Maylin wasn't looking, but makes a soft little terrified sound, twisting his arms out away from his head to peek into the hallway. The looming horror causes another sound of loss and despair from Chester, but he doesn't do anything else other than shudder where he is. Chester is in okay shape, though he seems to have some injuries on his knuckles, as if he had been in a fight recently, or tried to beat his way out of somewhere. Marks on wrists are consistent with handcuff struggles.
Dan Richter	Amarok tilts his head slowly from side to side at Chester's sounds of desolation, "....You know why I'm here, Mr. Maylin....Dont make me ask again...." His tone taking a threatening edge to it as he shifts his weight towards the cell door's handle.
Tony Stark	"I don't! I didn't do anything. They had me. It was horrible. Please. Can I call my girl? Please," Chester asks, gripping onto the side of his sleeves. He has no bedding, possibly due to a suicide risk, so there's no blanket to even huddle in, just a thin foam mattress on a cot.
Dan Richter	Amarok glowers down at the man, his LEDs betraying no pity for him in his hour of wretch. He holds for just a moment before his hands shoot to his belt, quickly producing a lockpicking kit, and picking through the lock of the cell in a matter of seconds. He then stands back up, slips the kit back into it's pouch, opens the door, and steps inside. He looks down at Chester again for a few long seconds before an arm comes up as if of it's own volition, grabs the bars of the open door, and sloooowly slides it back until it clicks shut. He then says in a low voice, just loud enough for Chester to make out, "...Who had you? Where was this?...Why?" His head slowly tilting again as he questions the cowering man.
Tony Stark	Chester makes no move to do anything other than cower on the floor, even when the cell is opened. He flinches from it, in fact, and starts to kind of butt-walk by scooching back away from Amarok. "THE ZOMBIES," Chester says, with a lift of his head and intense, very intense, stare. There's no lie in the stare: this man has seen some shit. "I stabbed one, I did. There was a gun to my head. Oh god. The gun to my head," Chester rambles. "She fell. But she's a zombie. They all are. Zombies are REAL. You don't understand. She was a zombie."
Dan Richter	Amarok takes a step closer, the already tiny cell now cut in half by his presence, "Where? Why? What do they want?....Who had a gun to your head?" He questions as his head tilts back the other way like a slow metronome.
Tony Stark	"I don't know where! With the bodies!" Chester brings his hands up across his face, hiding behind his wrists. "The zombies. They have guns. And knives. They made me stab her. But she was a zombie. It wasn't really harming anyone. It's zombies." Chester is losing coherency rapidly as he continues about the zombies. "She didn't die. Not really. I didn't do anything."
Dan Richter	In a blink, Amarok is across the room, crouched down in front of Chester, and giving him a slap across the face, "Focus." His tone as measured as ever, "What do you remember about the place with the bodies....No, before that...You mentioned a girl when I first arrived, your girl...If you're here, she could be in danger. What's her name? Where is she?" Amarok asks with his arms resting just across their respective knee, subtly ready to come back up in a flash if needed.
Tony Stark	Nothing about Chester reads as violent. He's clearly having trouble with coping, and the slap doesn't do a lot to help that. He's abruptly the opposite of chatty, he shuts up when slapped. It's a quick response: like someone who has been told to shut up when violence was offered to him. Maybe recently. "Don't hurt her, no," Chester says, clearly now in fear of Amarok. "nooooooooo, please. I just wanted to see if she was okay. She's not part of it. No."
Dan Richter	Amarok coldly stares at the breaking man, "....I dont want to hurt her, Mr. Maylin. But the zombies might. I cant protect her if I dont know where she is. You can still save her, there's still time. But only if you help me. She needs you to be brave..."
Tony Stark	"Are you a zombie," Maylin asks, curling his fingers into his thinning hair, hazel eyes mostly staying down on Amarok's feet. "You're a zombie too," he says quietly. "They talk. They look like anyone. They have guns."
Dan Richter	Amarok stares at Chester for a few quiet moments before slowly reaching out and pushing his chin up to force him to meet his gaze, "....If I were a zombie, Mr. Maylin...Why would I not have killed you when I first arrived?....Why would I not kill everyone in here on my way in? I want to help you. The rest of the city is content to blame you for all the deaths. If you dont cooperate, the zombies will go free, free to keep killing until they've completely overrun the city....Free to kill her, slowly and cruelly..."
Tony Stark	Chest evades the chin-press, twisting his head, but it does get the desired result of making him look up, at least. He doesn't meet Amarok's gaze though, his eyes are all over the ceiling and the wall in a wild seeking reach of gaze. Or through it, perhaps. "You're violent too. Everyone's violent. Kill me then," urges Chester. "I won't tell you who she is, weird zombie. No. I love her. No. She'll leave town. You won't catch her."
Dan Richter	Amarok stares down at Chester for a few moments before standing up tall over him and pulling the massive pistol from it's holster at his side and aiming it down on him. He holds like this for barely a second before twirling the pistol around so he's holding the barrel, the grip extended out to Chester, "....Take it....You have the power here, not me...I wont kill you, Mr. Maylin, I dont even want to hurt you...All I want is to stop the killing before it goes any further...I'm not afraid of any danger that requires."
Tony Stark	Chester screams loudly when the gun is pulled, and twists towards his cot. It's ugly crying, from someone clearly tortured in some way. He doesn't witness much of any of anything beyond the gun getting pulled out, by all looks.
Dan Richter	Chester's panic draws out an annoyed groan from Amarok, as he casually reholsters the gun. He simply stares at the pitiful sight of the broken man for a few moments before suddenly snapping him up, twisting him around into a chokehold with Amarok braced on the bed. As Chester begins to fade, Amarok releases the pressure and reorients him to keep from falling, "....Are you going to calm down? Or do I need do that again?" He asks the still held man.
Tony Stark	Chester chokes weakly, trying to pry Amarok's hands off his throat like any sane or normal person would attempt to do. Whether Chester is sane or normal may be questionable, but this reaction is honest to being choked. He gasps and moves like a caught fish against the stronger man now behind him, eyes bulging. He doesn't reply when released, so there isn't an answer, he just gulps on air and panic.
Dan Richter	Amarok whispers into Chester's ear, "We're running out of time, lives are at stake, and you're busy wallowing in self pity. So, I'm only going to ask you one more time before I get mean. You DONT want me to get mean....Now, who is she? Where can I find her? And most importantly of all, I need every last detail you can remember about the place with the bodies. And if you whine, scream, or otherwise refuse to answer, then by the end of the night you will BEG me to feed you to the zombies. Is that clear?" The monotone is gone, replaced with deathly clear impatient malice.
Tony Stark	"She's just--- just my girlfriend, no," Chester says, weepy. "We're going to get married. I haven't asked her yet. She's beautiful, leave her alone," Chester begs. The movement of topic to other things causes him to be more willing. "The room of bodies. There was a dozen. I don't know. It was like a restaurant kitchen. Big sinks. Bodies there. Why are you doing this to me," cries the man. "What did I do, I don't understand."
Dan Richter	Amarok forces the pair up, pressing Chester against the wall and delivering a hard punch to it right next to Chester's head as he spins him around to face him, "If I have my way, she'll never know I was there, and you're name will be cleared before you know and you two can go off and do whatever you want for the rest of your lives without a care in the world. But with YOU HERE, having survived the zombies, that tells me she's high on their list. What you've done is wasted my time and put her in mortal danger, and I will NOT tolerate that. Now, NAME AND ADDRESS. Before I need to send you home a cripple....And remember. Just. One. Whine..."
Tony Stark	Chester makes weak little noises but can't continue to fight. He doesn't have a will of iron. He swore to himself he'd protect his lady if nothing else, but he can't even do that. "Caitlin. Matthews. She... she works at the college with me. I don't... address...." Chester has clearly given up, though, as he gives up her name. Something major just died with Chester just then.
Dan Richter	Amarok backs up a bit as the name is given, "...You've done the right thing, Mr. Maylin. I know it doesn't seem like it now, but she'll thank you....I'll make sure she calls you soon." He says as he ushers Chester to have a seat on the bed, "...Try to get some rest, Mr. Maylin....You've earned it....And dont give up." He says as he makes his way out of the cell, relocking it before disappearing into the shadows of the old asylum.