Essex. (sinister_doctor) wrote in x_2012, @ 2010-08-14 10:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | sinister |
Who: Dr. Moreau [Sinister, Narrative]
When: Saturday, mid-morning
Where: Dr. Moreau's room at the Haven
What: A glimpse into the mind of the man who isn't all that he seems.
Dr. Moreau looked around the room he'd been given. It was pleasant in a college dorm sort of way. The overall feel of this place was somewhat chaotic, but it was hard to think it wouldn't be considering the simple fact of the number of people residing in the space. With a sigh, he settled himself on the bed, looking at the door.
He could feel/hear others moving around, but he didn't try hard to interact with them. He had a good excuse, he was traumatized by the things that had gone on. Even if he was a smart man, there was still something hard to accept about having your entire life turned upside down by getting involved with things. He had chosen to involve himself with saving those who needed saving. For that, everything he had was taken from him.
Bitterness would have been expected.
In his honest emotions, Essex was vaguely elated. He now had access to Shatterstar, Wolverine, and Illusion. Better than he could have hoped for, all because he chose to involve himself. Perhaps there was something to be said for getting in close to others. He could also find out who else there was at the Haven which he might be able to find a use for in his longterm plans.
Once he had spent enough time in his room to make it seem as if he had truly grieved his former life.
With a slow movement, he pulled himself up off the bed, walking toward the door. Stopping there, he put his hand on it. Undoubtedly, they had started looking into the past of one Dr. Moreau. He was an old man, British Ex-pat with no family, his beloved wife was ten years dead and unfortunately no children. Once upon a time, he had been a genetics researcher before dropping off the grid almost directly after the Flare.
Of course the true Dr. Moreau was dead, but Essex had disposed of him himself, so there was no reason for him to worry about them finding any evidence of him. Even before he learned to shapeshift, the good Doctor had stolen the old man's identity.
Dr. Moreau was going to have to come out eventually. For now, though, he slipped his door shut and went back to lie down. It would wait a little longer.