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[maraudingstar]

Opting for a slightly low-profile approach, Sirius decided to simply Apparate to Gotham city, and stood before Arkham Assylum. He gave a little sigh and hoisted a bag over his shoulder, unsure what to take or do, and so had brought a few necessities. He was sobre. His head hurt. And he looked slightly more pale and thin than a seventeen-year-old

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[twitchnosewitch]

The receptionist looks him up and down quickly, then nods. "Sure thing..."

A bit of shuffling, and some paperwork on a clipboard is thrust towards him. "Fill these out, please, and I'll page them for you."

[maraudingstar]

He took the pen and began to fill out his details. He wondered if he should be truthful about the details --such as being born in 1960-- but shrugs it off. Either Rosie or Dr Crane would have filled them in or they'd think he was crazy, which was no surprise. He handed them back to the receptionist after a while.

[twitchnosewitch]

The receptionist, well, at least she can keep her comments to herself.

Rosie appears not long after he's finished the paperwork, smiling apologetically. "Sorry I took so long."

[maraudingstar]

He smiles slightly nervously. "Hi Rosie." For the first time in a long while, the slightly haughty, confident nature of Sirius Black is gone to reveal the wide-eyed nature similar to his younger self in the nexus.