Dr Harleen Quinzel (_drharleen) wrote in sog_ic, @ 2012-08-23 20:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | old - harleen quinzel, old - julian day |
The Big Break.
Who: Harleen Quinzel
NPCs: Calendar Man
Where: Arkham Asylum
When: August 23, 2:00pm.
What: Harleen catches her first big break interacting with the patients one on one.
Rating: PG-13
Of all the new doctor residents that worked at Arkham it seemed Miss Quinzel received the best treatment. Naturally she had to defend and fight for that right but with her glowing record at school, recommendations, and generally great disposition no one else had a chance. So while everyone else was off working nights or refilling coffee she had her own desk. Of course, when she says desk she means large cubicle tucked in a corner. Residents didn't get offices, no matter how hard she had to plead it wasn't going to happen.
Nonetheless she was content enough at her little cubicle with kitty cat calendars, cutsie souvenirs, and other random office supplies. It was decorated fully, but one thing you would never notice were pictures on her desk. She never had pictures of her and her family or of anything else, for that matter. Harleen didn't like people getting close to her and wasn't about to start.
At the moment, she was leaning back in her chair with her legs crossed artfully in her pencil skirt. Her eyes were gazing at this mornings paper. It was another story about the death of Bruce Wayne. (Oh the humanity.) Everyone seemed so interested in something that seemed so trivial to her. He was just a man - albeit a very rich one. Which of course was the real interest. Who would get his money and how would they spend it better?
She huffed as it went on about the funeral arrangements and when it was to be help. Of course she wasn't going. Only the best of the best managed to squeeze their way into there. Her father had said he was sending a donation on the behalf of their family in his honor. This simply meant that her father wanted more business so if he looked like a maunder who wouldn't hire him? Awh, Daddy. He has such a soft heart.
Harley girl was about to flip to the next page when she heard some footsteps approaching. She artfully creased the paper and turned her head towards the sound. It was her direct supervisor. He was a portly fellow with a pessimistic and otherwise downtrodden disposition. He also would love to jump her bones if ever she said the word. That would never happen, at least not yet.
"Swanson. How are you today? I haven't seen you all morning. I already finished those documents you needed and was waiting for your word." She reached over to a clipboard and handed it to him. She had gotten those done hours ago and had been bored ever since. "Are you upset?"
In fact he seemed a little red in the face all the sudden as if someone had just stepped on his toe or stole his favorite toy.
"I need your help on this case. You always seem to have a way with.. words, and that's all this guy is about. Clues and riddles and I'm not listening to another damn minute of it. Ever since he came in all he does is babble about nonsense." He traded the clipboard she gave him for a file in his hands. "Follow me."
Of course she wasn't going to argue. This was her first opportunity to be one on one with a patient. Sure she had gone through almost all the files here and had got to sit in or watch some of the interviews done before but this was new and exciting. Normally they wouldn't allow you to practice until your third or fourth year with a patient on their own but obviously her hard work had paid off.
She had glimpsed his name on the chart and automatically knew who it was. Her short strides in those tall heels caught up to the much larger man in no time. "Julian Day, aka Calandar Man. Has an obsession with dates which we believe correlates to the deaths of his victims. However we haven't got a lot out of him. A lot of riddles and mixed numbers."
The man nodded without talking anymore. They had reached the door to the interview room and her slid his key card once but stopped before they both entered. "Don't share personal information with him, don't let him touch you, and make sure you always have a recorder on from the moment you step in." He set a recorder down on top of her files and opened the door. "Julian you have a visitor, Dr Quinzel."
Harleen stepped in full of confidence, straightening her red button up shirt and clicking the recorder. Behind her she heard Jack say, "Have fun." Then the door promptly closed behind her and she was facing a serial killer. She had been waiting for this her whole life. Only a few short strides brought her to the table in the middle of the room where the man was seated, cuffed, and chained.
"Good afternoon Mr. Day. May I ask, what day is it?" A large smile broadened across her face as she settled into the desk suddenly feeling right at home.