tres: a tragedy condemned.

[iam_aghost]

[Private to Jim Profit]Mr Profit, I believe we have some business

Comments

[Private]

[championoftime]

I was his previous warden. All the information pertaining to him should be there from I and the warden before him.

Re: [Private]

[iam_aghost]

It was less information and more perspective I was after.

I prefer, sometimes, to talk than read.

What did you find a matter of difficulty with him?

[Private]

[championoftime]

Bluntly? Between the abuse from his father and being taken advantage of by his step-mother physically, he discovered somewhere along the line that taking control of everything in his life and treating it like a dispassionate component, a piece in a puzzle is the only way he can comfortably exist. Exerting power through physical and psychological attack is how he makes himself feel secure, and placing himself in a position of authority

Re: [Private]

[iam_aghost]

[this reply is quite delayed.]

How long were you his warden?

[He's listening. He just has questions.]

Private

[raisedinabox]

Please, just call me Jim. It's good to hear from you, Doctor. I have no objection to meeting you tonight, what time should I be there?

Re: Private

[iam_aghost]

Jim it is, then.

Make it... ten o'clock, perhaps? I think that's a reasonable hour.

Private into Spammm?

[raisedinabox]

All right, I'll see you later then.

[And sure enough, a few hours later Jim is loitering outside the bar, waiting for his new warden to show up.]

Re: Private into Spammm?

[iam_aghost]

[Caesares walked along to the pub, quite casually, a book of poetry in his hand, and he spotted a man up ahead,]

Ah, Jim, am I correct? [He offered his hand out to shake, and tried to get the J right in his name.] Dr Caesares.