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Day 57: Intercom, Evening

Jul 10, 2011 00:43

Varying opinions aside about the new caretakers, the efficiency of the military was worthy of some admiration. The Great Escape ended with minutes to spare, and the staff wasted no time in dismantling the equipment in the Sun Room. Visitors were kindly informed that visiting hours were over while patients were ushered to their rooms ( Read more... )

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M50 unheroed July 11 2011, 23:57:52 UTC

Having to face Bruce Wayne was more or less the last thing that Harvey had needed today. He was under enough stress already with the trip to the coliseum coming up and he couldn't afford to be unhinged when they didn't know what was in store for them. But seeing that man, hearing his voice, having to discuss all those things that he'd tried to bury and leave behind him -- it had brought those memories back in crystal clear detail, and with them, the maelstrom of emotions he'd been fighting with ever since.

It was all magnified, shoved in his charred face until he felt like he was choking. When Bruce left it was like a breath of fresh air, and yet Harvey knew that that was all wrong. Bruce might be his only way out of this place, and yet he'd been so strangled by his own anger that he hadn't even thought of that.

Another wasted opportunity, and here he was, left behind to rot in a mental institution.

Part of it was due to his own pride, and yet that was no help to him if it meant he remained here. He hated the idea of groveling, but it was all a moot point when he was deposited back in his room, wasn't it? Frowning, he sent a glare around the small space and then let out an angered growl as he tore off his bandages. Soon after that, his fist met the wall.

He punched it hard enough that his knuckles started to bleed. It was a good thing he hadn't done it with the hand that was already injured. Still, he needed to calm down before he headed out to meet the others -- and more than that, before Lunge showed up. This wasn't something he cared to explain.

Picking up the bandages that he'd pulled from his face, he wrapped his hand up with little concern for being sanitary. After that, he took a few deep breaths and then finally lowered himself into his seat, as if everything was normal. He stared at his food, trying to will himself to eat.

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