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Who: Harvey Dent, OPEN
Where: the bar
When: After this black out
Summary: Well wasn't this a familiar tune. Shame he couldn't remember the words.
Warnings: None~
It had been a long day- well, it had been a long period of time, he wasn't sure exactly how much of it had passed between the malfunction and the strange area. Didn't look like they were hanging up calenders or throwing up bank sponsored clocks with the time and temperature. When things didn't change there wasn't a great reason to pretend they mattered.
Harvey Dent, thirty four and a Gotham City District Attorney for several months now (longer than most pools thought he would last), sighed as he took a seat. The area looked like a bar, well kept enough and with plenty to choose from. If he were a less disciplined man he'd be nursing a scotch right now but somehow he felt, given the company he had so enjoyed before he stumbled across this area, that clouding his senses in any way was a terrible plan.
He tried not to dwell on the two mad men or their words, symmetry and sly smiles as though he was the punch line of a bad joke. There was so much to think about, too much to piece through, but all he wanted to do now was take a moment to sit back and catch his breath.
Where: the bar
When: After this black out
Summary: Well wasn't this a familiar tune. Shame he couldn't remember the words.
Warnings: None~
It had been a long day- well, it had been a long period of time, he wasn't sure exactly how much of it had passed between the malfunction and the strange area. Didn't look like they were hanging up calenders or throwing up bank sponsored clocks with the time and temperature. When things didn't change there wasn't a great reason to pretend they mattered.
Harvey Dent, thirty four and a Gotham City District Attorney for several months now (longer than most pools thought he would last), sighed as he took a seat. The area looked like a bar, well kept enough and with plenty to choose from. If he were a less disciplined man he'd be nursing a scotch right now but somehow he felt, given the company he had so enjoyed before he stumbled across this area, that clouding his senses in any way was a terrible plan.
He tried not to dwell on the two mad men or their words, symmetry and sly smiles as though he was the punch line of a bad joke. There was so much to think about, too much to piece through, but all he wanted to do now was take a moment to sit back and catch his breath.