Entry 15

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[J isn't a nearly violent enough patient to get tied down or straight-jacketed or anything, but he does have himself a nice, white, padded room, where he's sitting in the far corner, curled up in a ball, in his trusty sweatpants and white t-shirt. He's leaning back against the corner of the wall, his arms down between his legs, fingers curling

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[fraterminor]

[Dr. Pendergast enters J's room, looking at him very intently.]

Good afternoon, J. How are you today?

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[He doesn't look at Diogenes. Worst fucking possible doctor to wander in now. Absent-mindedly he begins to touch his scabs.]

Can't hear the whispers of the trees.

[fraterminor]

[Diogenes disregards this little remark. Leaning close, he inspects the scabs on J's arms.]

We are going to have a problem if you insist on harming yourself, J. I don't want to put you in the special ward.

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[Very suddenly he realizes how close Diogenes has gotten and his eyes snap open, a sharp gasp in his throat. J presses against the wall, hard, shying away from the scary red head with the freaky blue eye.]

Please. Go away. Be alone. Be alone...

[timisnotme]

*Would a familiar voice help or hinder J? We're about to find out as probably the entire asylum can hear Tim yelling and thrashing.*

Get me the hell out of here!

Fucking .. I'm not freaking crazy. Untie me you fucking assholes.

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[Something certainly clicks in his head when he hears the voice, and he jerks where he's sitting.] ...to the ark. [His voice is the merest whisper for now.] To the ark. And I will lead you to the ark.

[timisnotme]

*Tim can't hear your merest whisper, which is for the best considering what you're calling him. So his yelling goes on and on until he's disturbingly quiet for a good 15 minutes.*

[41810]

[About twelve of those minutes pass without any movement from J. He's simply sitting there and listening.

Then, slowly, he stands, uneasy on his feet as he leans against the wall and starts to inspect it, running his hands over every nook and cranny of his tiny padded room. He's trying to find you, masked man.]

To the ark. Totheark. Mysteries on mysteries and questions unanswered. Just wait 'til we're alone together.

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[seesyou]

If the hand is familiar, it is only in the way it moves, fingers first after the soft click of the latch, curling delicately around the edge of the door, but not so long and not so scrubbed lineless. The snow-blind white is now just pale, marked with the usual seams and creases, tipped with fingernails. Then the wrist with a crisp white cuff, then the black of the suit-coat, then another white cuff from the white coat over top of that.

He slides in sidelong, a tall man, as bald as if he never had any hair at all. His mouth is a thin, dark line, and his eyes are pale and remote, focused on the wall just behind J rather than on the boy himself. Across his face, there are two thin scars, joining on the bridge of his nose in a barely-visible x.

His sympathetic smile is a stiff twitch at the corners of his mouth, drawing lines down from the corners of his nose but otherwise touching the rest of his face not at all.

"I heard that you had a small accident earlier today, J."

His voice falls dead on the air like sound after a heavy

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J splutters when he sees the hand, still sobbing softly from Diogenes' attack, his arms covered in and dripping with blood, the scabs torn open in an attempt to feel real. When Dr. Oliver walks in, stiffly, J coughs on his noises and goes almost unrealistically silent, though his frame still shakes now and again with a soft sob catching in his throat.

"I-I... wh-why are you here? please don't take me away. Alone, alone..."

[seesyou]

"I received a report that you became violent with another doctor. We will be moving to another ward now, J."

For a moment, the distant eyes focus, and it becomes clear that the chilly, faraway gaze is much preferable to being stared through by Dr. Olivier.

"You are bleeding."

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"O-oh, God," he whispers, uneasily looking away from the gaze uneasily and shifting further into the wall behind him, scratching at his arms subconsciously. "This is worse, this is so much worse. P-please don't take me. Please don't take me away." Then, his voice breaks, and he gives out a soft little sob. "B- Bleed more, bleed more... Found me, found me forever, n-never going to... oh, God, never going t-to let me go..."