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.

Comments

[plays_with_dolls]

"It seems these heroes, and law enforcement are entirely too comfortable with each other. How can we expect them to do their job when they're associating with vigilantes." Boyd for his part was more than happy to play the outraged law abiding citizen. It was an angle that would make it easy for him to find support amongst the natives and use that to pressure the police, and maybe even the mayor into action. "Thank you for telling me about this, Mr. Osborn. I wasn't aware of how bad the situation had become."

That wasn't true, but it couldn't hurt to boost the man's ego a little. It would make future conversations on subject easier hopefully.

[osreborn]

"Oh, it's my pleasure. I always welcome people who listen: legitimate concerns over public safety shouldn't be so readily dismissed. But then, I suppose my word got dismissed as 'crazy talk' even before I was incarcerated here."

Truly bitter irony, that.