[J's not aware that the camera's on, but it is, because that's the way this mansion likes to roll. He is, however, currently boarding his door up
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*It will be entirely reassuring to have this broadcast of Tim, still in his white patient scrubs, looking slightly away from the camera. In fact he's wearing a new clean pair he pulled from the closet so that's saying a lot about his mental state.*
[His head snaps up and he focuses on the comm, looking scared for a moment. His eyes are inhumanly, animalistically scared, frightened beyond belief, but it only lasts that one moment and he's frowning, eyes going dead again.]
...That reminds me.
[Uneasily, J stands and wanders over to the hammer and nails, picks up enough to cover up the communicator, and starts to walk back across the room.]
*Tim just watches passively. He's not going to stop J from nailing up his door. In fact he'd be nailing up his, but he's done that before, and it didn't help.*
Ripped my arms up. [He sets a board over the camera, starts to hammer in a nail, but the nail won't stay in and he curses.] Met the Operator. Human form. [He's not really... firing all cylinders here, is he.] I just want to go home.
I broke my ribs, got drugged into oblivion, strapped to a bed, had Alex of all people think he was my psychiatrist. *sigh* We're a fucking mess aren't we?
Diogenes was mine. [A pause.] And the Operator. [He fixes Tim with a very YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT look, and then frowns.] I think you were next door to me.
Yeah. Don't worry about it. [J sighs and puts the hammer down, leaning back in his chair. He's shaking almost enough to be visible.] It's not like you could control it.
You too?
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...That reminds me.
[Uneasily, J stands and wanders over to the hammer and nails, picks up enough to cover up the communicator, and starts to walk back across the room.]
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Shitty event for you too huh?
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*He bites his lip. Yeah that sounds AWFUL.*
I broke my ribs, got drugged into oblivion, strapped to a bed, had Alex of all people think he was my psychiatrist. *sigh* We're a fucking mess aren't we?
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*He's not looking at the camera anymore, thinking about the bloody walls in his room.*
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*He looks away and shuts his mouth with an audible click. He finally gets it. And he's not happy about it.*
I ... Sorry.
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Who the fuck put us next to each other?
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*Someone missed the family event, and someone doesn't know what a big douche Diogenes is.*
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