[arkham asylum]
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arkhamunhingedCaroline ducks into the tunnels leading to the Penitentiary, stack of papers tucked under an arm. She's got a folder of stuff for one of the... patients? to fill out. Are people enjoying a stay in Arkham patients or inmates? It should be the former, but given that she's going to the "penitentiary" building... Well.
Anyway. Whatever the case, she's been directed to take these forms to a uh, resident and help them fill them out. Whoever this is apparently isn't allowed to use pens or pencils, but that's just Caroline guessing from her instructions. The higher ups sure as hell don't tell her things like that. Things that might be uhh, important. And you know? Caroline's pretty sure they don't ban Benny with the bad depression from having pens (though you can never really tell with Arkham). So this'll be a fun trip.
It's kind of a hike to get there from the Mansion, but the tunnels help a little. She really doesn't understand why she so rarely sees anybody else down here. They're convenient. And lowkey kind of creepy when no one else is in them. ...Huh. Maybe that's why. Up some stairs and here she is. And... no map. Goddammit. She'll actually have to flag somebody down and ask them, and that's always a crapshoot.
Fortunately, her first try pays off. A decently nice guard gives her directions and no bullshit, and he even threw in a tip about the back hallways so she doesn't have to awkwardly walk through the cell blocks. Thank god. Caroline had not been looking forward to that.
Here it is. Interview room two. It's got one of those one-way mirrors like a police department interrogation room, so she can see she's the first to arrive. That's fine. She steps in and takes the seat closest to the door. Some instincts are hard to break, even if that means whoever she's helping has to be led past her. Hopefully that'll be soon. Caroline's not really into drawn out suspense.
Anyway. Whatever the case, she's been directed to take these forms to a uh, resident and help them fill them out. Whoever this is apparently isn't allowed to use pens or pencils, but that's just Caroline guessing from her instructions. The higher ups sure as hell don't tell her things like that. Things that might be uhh, important. And you know? Caroline's pretty sure they don't ban Benny with the bad depression from having pens (though you can never really tell with Arkham). So this'll be a fun trip.
It's kind of a hike to get there from the Mansion, but the tunnels help a little. She really doesn't understand why she so rarely sees anybody else down here. They're convenient. And lowkey kind of creepy when no one else is in them. ...Huh. Maybe that's why. Up some stairs and here she is. And... no map. Goddammit. She'll actually have to flag somebody down and ask them, and that's always a crapshoot.
Fortunately, her first try pays off. A decently nice guard gives her directions and no bullshit, and he even threw in a tip about the back hallways so she doesn't have to awkwardly walk through the cell blocks. Thank god. Caroline had not been looking forward to that.
Here it is. Interview room two. It's got one of those one-way mirrors like a police department interrogation room, so she can see she's the first to arrive. That's fine. She steps in and takes the seat closest to the door. Some instincts are hard to break, even if that means whoever she's helping has to be led past her. Hopefully that'll be soon. Caroline's not really into drawn out suspense.
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Date: 2017-08-07 05:09 am (UTC)"It varies. Weeks, at least," Harvey frowns thoughtfully, half-shrugging. "Usually months."
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Date: 2017-08-07 05:44 am (UTC)She shuffles the papers back into some kind of order so she can put them back in the folder. Distantly, Caroline hears some shuffling around that's probably the guards reluctantly getting ready to do their jobs again.
"Well, I think all the noise out there is my cue," she says, standing and stretching. "I don't really want Mister Rules interrogating me like I brought you home past curfew." He's a very overprotective father, Mister Rules.
Instead of heading out the door though, Caroline makes a uh, slight detour first. If anyone ever asks, she'll claim it was a last minute impulse, but it's really more like a several hundred forms ago impulse. So sue her. She scoots around the table to the No Crayon Zone. "All right, before I leave, as promised--" she leans down into Dent's personal space and wraps one arm around his shoulders in a hug. Not a very long one, and it's not a great angle for it, but you know. A hug.
"Anyway," she says as she straightens up and moves back toward the door, "good luck with lunch." She picks up the folder full of papers. "I hear they're doing meatloaf again already." And with that, she's out the door.
Whew good, the guards are only just heading this way with the... upright gurney thing they're apparently going to strap Dent into. Fun.