Sometimes, I feel like going down I'm so disconnected

[osreborn]

WHO: Norman Osborn and you!
WHERE: NoHoPE
WHEN: Visiting hours (let's say between 1 and 4) on Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday. Specify the time and date in your comment.
WARNINGS: Hmm.
SUMMARY: Isn't it obvious?
FORMAT: Whatever is your pleasure.


It wasn't even a week since he'd been incarcerated in his hospital. Norman was far more stable than he had been when he was arrested thanks to the medications he was inundated with -- pills he tried not to swallow, injections that he couldn't avoid. He was calmer thanks to sedation, but the other affects would take longer to kick in fully. His body rebelled, trying to fight them.

He scratched at his neck, chewed his nails, slept poorly. One of the worst things about being here was the inability to have private conversations; Norman was missing them already.

The other things he might miss weren't things he would ever consciously admit to himself.

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[osreborn]

Norman read over the transcript, taking his time although he did remember this conversation, in full. It was purely for Bauer's benefit; his eyes drifted down the page slowly, jaw clenching into a calculated frown. He rubbed it in contemplation.

He knew his options. Certainly, they had no right to this conversation. But now that it was in their hands and several men were dead, fighting it would be a losing battle. He knew that as well. In a way it was lucky he didn't owe any particular loyalty toward Cavil.

"Do you have a pen?"

[out_of_time]

"Yeah, I have a pen," Jack said as he took one out. "Tell me what you want to write and I'll write it for you." Like hell he was handing a metahuman mental patient anything with a pointy end. Jack knew firsthand that the difference between 'writing utensil' and 'improvised stabbing or suicide implement' was all a matter of perspective.

[osreborn]

His expression soured only slightly, but without missing a beat, Norman gave Bauer the address, enunciating slowly. When he was done, he met Bauer's eyes and smirked.

"Did you get all that?"

[out_of_time]

"I got it." Jack nodded, his face impassive. "Thank you Mister Osborn, you've done the right thing." Although probably for the wrong reasons. He pocketed the pen and held out his hand for the transcript, ready to leave. "I'll come back if I have any more questions."

[osreborn]

"My office is always open," Norman said, smirking at his own humor. His annoyance had mostly passed -- he'd given away the location at no expense to himself, really. Cavil hadn't come to his help, so there was no reason Norman had to protect him. If the job wasn't done yet, then Cavil would just be out of luck.

"Have a lovely evening, officer."