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[arkham asylum]
Feb. 10th, 2014 11:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
two_faceThere's a certain rhythm to life in Arkham, and it's set as much by the kitchen as it is by the guards. Breakfast, lunch, dinner. Two hots and a cold, shitty breakfast, usually some ungodly rubbery eggs with something vaguely resembling toast or some ungodly version of waffles. Not that the other meals are much better than gruel. Today's is... especially that. Today is meatloaf day.
Harvey really fucking hates meatloaf day. Sure, it's slightly better than eating cold NutriLoaf with his fingers in administrative segregation, but not by much. At least there's no goddamn Tetch trying to chat him up when he's in solitary.
"--And off with their heads!" Tetch cackles up at him in the lunchline, expectantly. Honestly? He'd tuned most of that out. Something about him taking off heads. More Wonderland bullshit that he just does not have time for.
"Just get your goddamn food," Harvey can't even contain his exasperated groan. "And stop holdin up the fuckin' line." It still takes too long to get to the end of that and get his food. It's grey and horrifying, as usual - Arkham's consistent with this, he'll give them that much.
He pointedly finds an empty place to sit, far away from Hatter. Not that it matters all that much. By then, Hatter's already busy annoying someone else. Harv can enjoy his... watery mashed potatoes and unidentifiable meatloaf in relative peace.
At least, in theory.
Harvey really fucking hates meatloaf day. Sure, it's slightly better than eating cold NutriLoaf with his fingers in administrative segregation, but not by much. At least there's no goddamn Tetch trying to chat him up when he's in solitary.
"--And off with their heads!" Tetch cackles up at him in the lunchline, expectantly. Honestly? He'd tuned most of that out. Something about him taking off heads. More Wonderland bullshit that he just does not have time for.
"Just get your goddamn food," Harvey can't even contain his exasperated groan. "And stop holdin up the fuckin' line." It still takes too long to get to the end of that and get his food. It's grey and horrifying, as usual - Arkham's consistent with this, he'll give them that much.
He pointedly finds an empty place to sit, far away from Hatter. Not that it matters all that much. By then, Hatter's already busy annoying someone else. Harv can enjoy his... watery mashed potatoes and unidentifiable meatloaf in relative peace.
At least, in theory.
