Thread: Arkham's Education (Cain and AliceArkham)

A priest? Alice smiled in a spite of herself. No, not a priest, she said quietly. The guy I broke Furrowing her brow, Alice wasnt sure how to answer. This time it wasnt a question of inability, as had been the case when she was trying to remember earlier that day-- she knew who the man was now. But she didn't want to give anyone, let alone the Joker, that much information about herself. The knowledge of the identity of her victim, if he could really be called such, had slowly dawned on her as the amphetamine worked its way out of her system, manifesting first as a feeling of hatred painfully edging its way into her consciousness. By the time all of the drug had been metabolized, she recalled why shed taken it in the first place. When she was a sophomore at GSU, her godfather was sent to Blackgate. And not long after being incarcerated, he was been stomped to death in his cell. Alice believed it a random act of prison violence and, while devastated, had no intention of carrying out retribution. Of course she wanted the person responsible dead, but her godfather wouldnt have wanted her to risk her freedom by going after a rabid inmate. Three days ago, however, while invading networks to find customers, she came across a bank account with a peculiar pattern of withdrawals. In retrospect, she wasnt sure what made her look into the consist payouts he thought he was hiding stupid bastard , she scoffed but it didnt take her long to connect him to the death of her godfather. That man she half smiled to herself as her mind scrambled to piece together the look of horror on his face as she had grabbed the hole punch and made it clear to him what his last minutes alive had in store had ordered a hit on everyone involved in a local operation that had been centered on, from what she could gather, something as mundane as a bank robbery. For whatever reason, he became disenchanted with the idea and had everyone involved in the planning of it offed. Although her godfather was jailed by the time the job was canceled, he was killed for his trouble. That manshe pictured him, on his knees, begging for his life until she smashed his slimy jaw apart to shut up himmay not have physically killed her godfather, but he ordered the hit. There were very few people in her life that Alice had grown to care for. Her godfather was one of them, was the one of them. He raised her selflessly since she was a small child and taught her a lot of what she knew that helped her make her living. Alice sat down slowly, a noticeable pause starting to form after her last words. What could she say to the Joker? That she found out who was responsible for her godfathers murder in the afternoon, and in less than 24 hours, she'd sought what she perceived to be justice? He was, ah, responsible for the death of someone I cared about. Voice slightly raised, she added, Deeply cared about. Shivering, as if trying to shake from her body the memory of what she had done, of what had been done to her godfather, she changed the subject. The box whats in it? Alice wasnt prepared to start pissing off guards already, so she wasnt going to open something she needed to step away from without knowing what it was.