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In the cells at Arkham...

The ghost seems to have noticed Constantine now, and stands to walk toward him. Up close, it's easy to tell that one eye is gouged out, and judging from the blood on his hands, the man did it to himself. His teeth are impacted, some shattered -- they chattered from fear so hard that they broke. They

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*An orderly is running down the hallway. His clothes are ripped, and his forehead is bleeding. He's clearly been separated from other asylum workers, and he's near-panicking. But not quite there yet -- he's got enough sense to realize the man in front of him doesn't belong here.

He sees Cosntantine and stops suddenly, preparing to bolt back the direction he came -- a prospect which visibly doesn't thrill him.*

Who the hell are you? What are you doing here?

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Ah, isn't it nice how syncronicity provides?

"I'm just a visitor Squire. Mind tellin' me how many people you all killed recently?" He points at the empty cell where the ghost was.

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What? What are you ... we haven't killed ...

*Suddenly, he realizes what cell that is.*

Oh, God. That's Hayden's cell. I didn't realize any of the inmates on this side had gotten loose.

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Raises a brow, my that was a reaction.

"Right, help a foreigner out mate I'm not up on all the colorful alter egos of the whack jobs in here. Who's Hayden? An he's been gone a while you can stop messing you knickers."

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*The man goes beyond white -- so terrified he's come back around to calm.*

How could he be gone, he was ...

*He thinks about it*

My God.

*Looks up at Constantine*

Hayden's been here for years, ever since the red skies. No visitors, no trouble. Never even tried to escape.

*The man gulps, obviously taking in the reprecussions.*

The Psycho Pirate. Roger Hayden was the Psycho Pirate.

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Frown crosses his face, he knows about the psycho pirate, he doesn't remember everything about the time the worlds were colliding somehow but there's enough.

"been here since the red skies has he? He ever tell you anything about it? What did he say while he was here? It's more important than you can believe mate."

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*The man is distant, stammering.*

Hayden was insane. He said there were once thousands of universes, but they were all gone now. That no one remembered them but him.

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"Too bad for you mate, he knew what he was talkin' about. Anything special about the other universes? And did he ever say anythin' about the red skies?"

Lights up a smoke, but is careful in which one he picks.

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*Horror has now washed over the man's face.*

He ... he would just rock back and forth, muttering about worlds dying, about how the Flash didn't save him. About how it was better then. About how he missed them.

I ... everyone knew about Hayden, he'd been here so long, but I never really talked to him.

No one did.

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How he missed them, a chill goes down his back, multiple universes this was probably a really bad bad thing.

"Oy, if no one went near him how come some bloke died in there an he's all AWOL you stupid prat?"

He thinks maybe it's time to make his way out of here now. Of course the way out is through the lunatics that are all escaping.

Bollocks.

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*The man's angry now, the anger snapping some of the fear out of him.*

Don't you get it? No one died here!

No one broke out until just now.

We. Never. Knew.

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"Obvious you never knew." His mind is turning over things now and he's pushing past the man before turning back and taking his id badge off the coat.

"Might want to hide, thinkin' anything in a white coat is a target right now." He takes off the coat he'd nicked and throws it at the man, stuffing his things in his other pockets.