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In the cells at Arkham...

The ghost seems to have noticed Constantine now, and stands to walk toward him. Up close, it's easy to tell that one eye is gouged out, and judging from the blood on his hands, the man did it to himself. His teeth are impacted, some shattered -- they chattered from fear so hard that they broke. They

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*An orderly is running down the hallway. His clothes are ripped, and his forehead is bleeding. He's clearly been separated from other asylum workers, and he's near-panicking. But not quite there yet -- he's got enough sense to realize the man in front of him doesn't belong here.

He sees Cosntantine and stops suddenly, preparing to bolt back the direction he came -- a prospect which visibly doesn't thrill him.*

Who the hell are you? What are you doing here?

[laughing_mage]

Ah, isn't it nice how syncronicity provides?

"I'm just a visitor Squire. Mind tellin' me how many people you all killed recently?" He points at the empty cell where the ghost was.

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What? What are you ... we haven't killed ...

*Suddenly, he realizes what cell that is.*

Oh, God. That's Hayden's cell. I didn't realize any of the inmates on this side had gotten loose.

[laughing_mage]

Raises a brow, my that was a reaction.

"Right, help a foreigner out mate I'm not up on all the colorful alter egos of the whack jobs in here. Who's Hayden? An he's been gone a while you can stop messing you knickers."