some had scars and some had scratches

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WHO: HARVEY DENT and YOU.
WHERE: NOHoPE.
WHEN: Tuesday (17th) to Sunday (22nd)
WARNINGS: ??
SUMMARY: Visiting hours!! Or various other hospital things.
FORMAT: Tagger's choice.

[ It hasn't been long since he was arrested, but Harvey's been well-behaved. He does as he's told, he takes his pills, and he reads and sleeps a lot. Therapy hasn't been productive in that mostly he's been unresponsive so far, uncommunicative and sullen, but it's an improvement from his usual tendency to provoke his doctors.

How long this'll last remains to be seen, but for now-- well, some doctors might note it as the "down" cycle in a manic-depressive. For those that know Harvey, though, they might recognize that his mood shifts aren't necessarily just chemical-based. Any visitors shouldn't expect too much energy from him... at least not at first.

But Harvey's emotions are easy ones to provoke. ]

Comments

tuesday morning

[heartlessglitch]

[ maybe it's her distrustful nature, but the last thing she expected from a return patient was good behavior-- especially from harvey dent. after all, he'd gone to great lengths to escape, and that incident was one that danger continued to take personally. an inspiration for improvement, as it were. still, time had ebbed her resentment-- or their conversations had. either way, it wasn't something she celebrated, having him contained again. it just was.

she's as stern and unyielding a keeper as she ever was. if anything, the hospital's becoming a harsher place in some regards. but when she finally comes to see him personally, it's hard to say if she means to approach as his warden or his acquaintance.

as the cell door shuts behind her, the smooth hum of her mechanical voice offers an unreadable greeting: ]

Good morning, Harvey.

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[ It isn't immediately that he looks at her, seeming quite content in whatever part of the ceiling he's staring at. His mind feels empty at the moment, emotion buried somewhere deep that he hasn't seen the need to tamper with. ]

Danger.

[ He turns his head finally, not moving from his bed. He looks at her for a silent moment before he looks back at the ceiling. ]

Too early to tell.

[heartlessglitch]

Perhaps not.
Your days here have thus far been fairly regular and routine.

[ she says it mildly enough, not yet argumentative. the inflections in her voice remain minimal. in her place, one of the doctors or orderlies might have been flipping through his chart, full of meticulous documentation, but not her. everything is in that computerized brain of hers. even now, she's monitoring him. ]

You have been a well-behaved patient, Harvey.

[ it's hard to tell if she means to express praise, suspicion, or a simple observation. ]

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Good of you to notice.

[ He looks at her again, finally sitting up so that his legs swing off the side of the bed. He lets his hangs off his knees. After a moment watching her in return, he shrugs a little absently. ]

Maybe I'm bored. If I'm going to be stuck here I like being able to use both my arms.

[ Coin flipping don't work in a straightjacket. ]

[heartlessglitch]

I would be ill-suited to the responsibilities of a warden, if I did not notice the unusual and the unexpected.
I would have thought you would be more resistant.

[ there, finally. something less ambiguous-- an expression of doubt, even skepticism. her distrustful nature showing itself. she even lets one hand rest lightly on her hip in a human gesture she must have picked up somewhere. ]

Are you bored, Harvey?

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Hm. Ain't like I'm bad all the time, is it?

[ He raises his eyebrow, looking at her with the same deadpan kind of calm no matter the dissonance between each side of his face. He shakes his head. ]

I don't know what else I should be doing. Is that boredom? [ He frowns. ] Don't know. What do you think?

[heartlessglitch]

[ she meets his gaze steadily with her own unblinking stare, making no secret of her blatant observation. ]

I would hardly go so far as to accuse you of being bad all the time.
You did, however, go to extreme lengths to escape before.
So I assume you can understand my skepticism of your compliance.

[ a brief pause, before she goes on: ]

One might even say it concerns me.

20 september, afternoon

[culver]

[This is probably a bad idea.

She hasn't seen him since he broke into her and Kate's apartment. She hasn't wanted to. She doesn't even really want to now. But he keeps coming back into their lives, and a part of her wants to know why. Not that she really expects him to answer, but there can't be any (physical) harm in trying, right? She takes a deep breath, standing stock still around the corner for a moment with her pad of paper and pen clutched in her arms. She isn't allowed to touch him to speak and even if she was, she wouldn't.

Nill steps up to the cell door, waiting for him to see her.]

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[ It's a few moments before he says anything -- it's not often that when he's locked up young girls drop by to see him. She's no one he'd been expecting.

Not that he'd been expecting anyone.

Harvey looks at her, leaning close to the glass, good eye halfway lidded as he regards her. ]

You're her. That kid. Aren't you?

[culver]

[Her lips press together. That kid. She isn't entirely offended that he doesn't know her name. Nill takes a deep breath, exhaling through her nose as she nods. Yeah, she is that kid, then. She steps forward, inspecting him. At least he's behind bars, that's comforting. But she doesn't make any move to communicate quite yet. She isn't really sure what she'd even say.]

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[ He watches back, not agitated or anything -- he's calmer now than he usually appears so on the network, and certainly the last time he and Nill had interacted in person -- so as to give his whole demeanor an unnerving sort of peace. He smirks a little, crooked. ]

So. What do you want? Doubt you're here just to see the freak in the cage. Unless you are.

[culver]

[She bites the inside of her cheek. It isn't that she can say anything anyway, she's just trying to keep her expression neutral. She holds a hand behind her pad of paper so she can write on it, carefully. When she's finished, she holds the words up so he can see them.]

Why won't you leave her alone?

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She's the one who won't leave me alone.

[ The way his eye narrows is decidedly unapologetic. ]

She knew what she was doing. Got what was comin' to her. Kind of thing that happens every day to nosy troublemakers.

sunday afternoon;

[withamask]

[ She never wanted to see him again.

Yet, here she is, approaching his cell. Each step closer intensifies her anger, causes her to relive that night over and over. The image of Kate's corpse will never leave her memory.

Although she wants nothing more than to turn around and walk away, it's her duty to be here. Another innocent victim has died, and there's no doubt who the culprits are. Based on eyewitness descriptions, the perpetrators were infamous, and the only one who would know their location would be their employer.

She's exhausted all potential leads with no success. While she doubts that Dent will offer useful information, it would be foolish if she didn't at least try. ]

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[ He hadn't expected her to come, really. Hoped she would, wished she would, but expected? Harvey Dent wasn't naive. So it's with nervous anticipation and some surprise that he watches her approach, not daring to let himself feel anything.

Not until she talks to him. ]

Renee.

[ ... ]

What are you here for?

[withamask]

[ Her fists clench, and she exhales softly before speaking. ]

Your twins killed a man. Where are they?

[indentcision]

[ He looks at her, then casually holds out his hands, palms up. His gaze doesn't stray from hers, though his eyebrow quirks mildly. ]

Don't know. You think I've heard from them?

[withamask]

I bet you have a hunch.

[ Headquarters or other locations where they could hide. Even if he has no knowledge of this specific incident, he has information. ]

[indentcision]

Who'd they kill?

[ He sits back, finally glancing away a little casually. One leg folds over the other and his hand twitches a little, like it wants to go for his coin. He doesn't, yet. ]

saturday morning.

[folieamor]

[Harley wakes up early for this occasion. There's something sad about visiting Harvey here, of all places. Something about him going off the rails tugs at her heart strings enough that she just feels real sad about it every time she thinks about him. People like Harvey - like herself - they aren't bad.

She hasn't been in an institution since her last stint at Arkham either. Being a visitor is a little strange and completely daunting. There was always something familiar about Arkham, but NOHoPE is foreign and weird.

She stand outside of his cell door and offers a wave in greeting. ]

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[ Harvey doesn't way wave back. He glares back, because in terms of visitors Harley is not high on the list of people he's been dying to see.

He crosses his arms, turning over in his bed so that he's sitting up, legs hanging off the side. ]

Quinn.

Did you want something?

[folieamor]

Do I gotta want somethin' to come see you?

[Harley is nothing if not optimistic and annoyingly cheerful. She steps close to the cell glass and gives him a flash of teeth as she grins. ]

I wanted to see how you're doin'. It ain't no adventure bein' locked in one of these.

[indentcision]

I figured you might. You're either here to analyze or rub it in -- which is it?

[ He doesn't hold her in high-esteem at the moment, let's just say. Not her fault, he's in one of his moods. ]

Ain't no adventure, no. You get pretty used to it after enough times.

[folieamor]

You've got a real bad impression of me, Harv. I'm concerned.

[Dummy is muttered under her breath. She gives him a look that suggests long-suffering, as though this reaction is an every day occurrence. ]

What the hell got into you?

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[ He narrows his eye a bit more, looking at her curiously. ]

What d'you mean?

To get locked up in here?