Primeval/Alice fusiongoing_boldlyJanuary 3 2011, 03:17:53 UTC
Hatter didn't trust the doctors: they seemed genuinely nice, yes, but they also had said that he wasn't a prisoner here, which probably meant that he was supposed to take that at face value, and wasn't supposed to have noticed the camera mounted in the corner, or the black-clad figure with the large-ish gun in the corridor.
So he was in the Anomaly Research Center they said? That was nice and generic sounding (like 'Tea') but what could that actually mean? They could be lying about the name of the place, of course, but lying took effort and coordination. The best liars always had some truth in their lies to make it go down smoother, and the name of the place was one detail that, if contradicted, would set off alarm bells in most everyone. So: why would an Anomaly Research Center want to kidnap him?
They could know he wasn't actually from Yorkshire. They could know he was from Wonderland. Or, he thought, clenching his strong, modified, downright anomalous right hand, they couldn't give two shakes of a rath's tale about the wheres, and might just want to see what makes you tick.
He looked around the sterile, closed off little ward he was in; it reeked of medical things, of surgical things.
Fuck a gigolo and learn he's your mother. You've gone right back to the beginning, haven't you, Hatter?
Right, enough of this. He stood carefully, just to see if he could without any support. It was painful, but doable. He pulled the pillowcase from his pillow, and flung it over the camera. Then he settled in to wait for someone to check up on him.
So he was in the Anomaly Research Center they said? That was nice and generic sounding (like 'Tea') but what could that actually mean? They could be lying about the name of the place, of course, but lying took effort and coordination. The best liars always had some truth in their lies to make it go down smoother, and the name of the place was one detail that, if contradicted, would set off alarm bells in most everyone. So: why would an Anomaly Research Center want to kidnap him?
They could know he wasn't actually from Yorkshire. They could know he was from Wonderland. Or, he thought, clenching his strong, modified, downright anomalous right hand, they couldn't give two shakes of a rath's tale about the wheres, and might just want to see what makes you tick.
He looked around the sterile, closed off little ward he was in; it reeked of medical things, of surgical things.
Fuck a gigolo and learn he's your mother. You've gone right back to the beginning, haven't you, Hatter?
Right, enough of this. He stood carefully, just to see if he could without any support. It was painful, but doable. He pulled the pillowcase from his pillow, and flung it over the camera. Then he settled in to wait for someone to check up on him.
He had to get out of here.
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