Aw, someone got a computer.

So this is what it looks like on the patient side of Arkham. Gotta say, not loving the decor or the outfits. How's it hanging, boys and ladies? Did you miss me?

In general, I don't plan. Not far. Never had to. I choose a direction and I go. The rest will come. Always has. I'd call it karma but it works far too well in my own favour for that to be the case at all. Maybe this is karma. Here and now. Arkham and red and my dead friends. That is my karmic fate ( Read more... )

From what I understand, soon I will be released from Arkham and reintegrated into society.

After posting to his journal, Victor settles in to 'working' at the little library in Arkham. Some books need to be reshelved, some repaired, and others need to be checked and then passed along to patients who aren't permitted to leave their rooms.

Oh God, what's this for?

Does anyone else with a window see the fire northwest of here? It's been going for at least five minutes now. Pretty big.

This place has sprinklers, right?

A month in a tiny cell in the basement will give you a new appreciation for the finer things in life, no question. Things like sunlight, and conversation, and hourly rounds (okay, not necessarily good, but it's nice to see people, even -- especially -- if they're always unnerved to see him), and... libraries. Definitely libraries ( Read more... )