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[dysfunctionjnct]

Huang waits in the lobby of Arkham Asylum, reviewing updates to a few patients files as he does so. Though he's had reason as of late to mistrust staff, even other doctors, there wasn't any problem with letting Tony Hill assess one of his patients. Being a published author in their academic field is by no means a guarantee of sanity, but he's has

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[doctorhill]

Perhaps it isn't a common occurence, that a man, no matter how professional, would set aside the time and money to travel overseas for an assessment, but Tony has always approached things like these the same as he approaches all things concerned with the human psyche.

With near-obsessive zeal and enthusiasm. Coming to Gotham, the single most corrupted, rotten to the core capital of the western hemisphere, his expectations are as simple as he himself may seem at first glance. He has booked a room at one of the cheaper hotels in town, he survived the cab drive and paid for it - paying no attention to the fact he was ripped off - and now he's here. His shirt not quite as neatly tucked in as one might expect, his suit doesn't quite fit and from the look of it, it didn't fit when he got it back in the 'nineties.

He steps into the lobby carrying all the information he's procured on the patient, a certain John Constantine, and the circumstances under which he was put here...in a blue, see-through plastic bag.

"--lose the girl, get her arm

[dysfunctionjnct]

Compared to his daily interactions at Arkham, Tony is still something of a relief. He's coherent and seems unlikely to attack anyone, two big points right off the bat. The plastic bag (slight security risk, but in that suit, who was going to mug him?) and talking to himself reminds Huang of one or two professors he'd had. If he had the time and inclination to blog, this meeting would certainly merit an entry.

"Dr. Hill? I'm George Huang. Here are some notes from John's most recent session."

He offers Tony a manila folder with printouts inside. "If you'll follow me?"

[doctorhill]

"Yes." He takes the folder, flipping it open, already taking a peek. Then thwack, it's shut again. "Right."

He falls into step slightly behind his fellow psychiatrist, sneaking another peek at the contents of the folder. 'Convinced spirits of murder victims want to hurt him'. 'Protective circles'. Black magic. Wicca, druids, hedonism. Protective circles, all alone in the middle, everyone else on the outside looking in. Safe. Never safe. A prison within an asylum. Self-inflicted.

"Thank you for letting me come here. Oh, and you can call me Tony. Since we'll be working together."

Yes, that's plenty reason enough.

[dysfunctionjnct]

"Sure, Tony. Please call me George. We're only too glad to open our doors to the medical community. It's just rare that anybody actually takes us up on our offer. And despite some of our more flamboyant patients, John is actually one of the most interesting cases. I don't mind admitting professional insight is welcome."

He glances back at Tony, a thought occurring to him. "Actually, I had planned to stay up with him all night due to his sleeping problems, but depending on how today goes, perhaps you'd be more interested?"