Dr Harleen Quinzel (_drharleen) wrote in sog_ic, @ 2012-09-19 00:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | old - harleen quinzel, old - joker |
I don't care if it hurts, I wanna have control..
Who: Harleen Quinzel and The Joker
NPCs: Other Arkham Employees
Where: Arkham Asylum
When: Tuesday, September 18th.
What: Harleen gets her first interview with the most famous and possibly infamous inmate in Arkham - The Joker.
Rating: PG-ish?
Status: Complete.
Anyone else would have been called insane to be this excited to go to work. Yesterday wasn't even a comparison as to what she was feeling this morning. Harleen had spent the rest of the day and all of the night trying to research and look into what Julian had been talking about. It didn't make sense, none of it did. The only pieces she could get out of it was the "the fifth of the first" and the bird reference.
Apparently Mr. Day had been feeling a little caged in as that reference was to National Bird Day, which was a day where people recognized the plight of the caged bird. Of course she had sent off the e-mail to her boss and had tried to look into the other two references - Bulgaria and Mali but it didn't compute.
Nothing about it was clicking and she had been up until the wee hours before falling asleep on her couch, laptop still running when she was startled awake by her alarm set on her phone. She never trusted alarm clocks. Her phone was always on her and honestly she never knew where a night might take her.
However she did know where this day was taking her. She scrambled to get around and collect herself. It only took her around a half hour to speed dress and get cleaned up before she looked presentable. Today she wore her favorite colors - red and black. Something about them she had always been drawn to.
That and everyone wore white. Nothing could be more cliche in an Asylum.
She had strutted into work just in time, wearing a black pencil skirt with a matching black blazer and a shot of a red silk blouse underneath. Naturally she had been wearing stilettos again today. No outfit would be complete without those. Though as soon as she had made her way in she had instantly been approached and asked to speak with Jack .
Without anytime wasted she had made it to his office, knocking briefly before poking her head inside. "You wanted to see me?"
He waved her in as he was speaking on the phone. There were moments of silence and only grunts from Jack issued before he said goodbye to the person on the other line. "Apparently, there is something in the water. All of them in the basement seem to have gone crazy -- more than usual. Everyone is on a bit of rampage. Something is getting them upset and on edge and we can't work it out. I know I said you'd go in alone today but we have extra security and I'll be in the room too."
What he didn't tell her was that another doctor hadn't showed up to work today. One of the main doctors who had been working with the Joker had a bit of a mental breakdown. He wouldn't have been the first. No one discussed those details though. When you were asked to replace someone here you knew it was never good.
Don't ask. Don't tell.
Harleen nodded to what he said, figuring arguing wouldn't help anyone. Then she followed him as he made his way out of the room, greeting people as he went by and making idle chit chat. She just watched and listened, taking it all in as they made their way to the depths of Arkham Asylum. Silence of the Lambs anyone?
Nonetheless they had finally reached their destination and Jack eyed her carefully, taking a deep breath. "Don't give him anything to work with. I've told you it before, but this is serious. Sometimes insanity is contagious. Oh and leave everything you have out here, even a pencil can be a weapon for that one.."
With that he opened the door and there sat the man they knew as The Joker. Along with him stood two guards in the corners and she was sure several other people watching behind the glass. This was the big leagues.