Aug 11, 2008 00:30
When in doubt of your abilities to get what you want in the smallest way possible, Harley, beg. Beg and get assigned to the night shift on a Sunday night. That's when the slackers work, right? That's when you can, somehow, figure out round about where the person you most want to talk to in life is being kept and you can wander the corridors, peering in the viewing apertures to see if she can find him.
It's not like she's really doing anything wrong, or breaking any rules. What if a patient were choking in their sleep? She'd probably have to come down here anyway.
She just wants to look after all. Like at the zoo! If the zoo were filled psychotics.
[arkham],
icd10f60pt7,
laughing_magus,
glasgow_smile