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Post by Katarina Williams on Oct 21, 2010 23:28:12 GMT
Katarina was escorted out of her cell. Parking herself onto a wooden bench. She didn't want to venture any further because of all the weeds and overgrown grass. You'd think someone like Ivy would have kept this place under better care. Laying down on the top of the bench as she looked up at the sky.
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Post by Dick Grayson on Oct 24, 2010 16:03:37 GMT
Tapping his hand on the steering wheel of his car, Dick drove down the familiar dingy road. The sides were cut off with steel mesh gates, towering a good few feet over his shimmering black BMW; which itself was half the size of a monster truck. His crisp dark grey suit failed to crease against the leather of his seat, blue tie tucked neatly resting on an ironed white blouse, fake glasses on his nose and hair gelled back. Appearance: immaculate. He bobbed his head lightly along with the tapping of his hands, hardly phased by the morbid surroundings of Arkham's entrance, the rhythmitic sound of the Blue October was far too captivating for him to stop listening.
Swerving around a corner he approached the black and yellow barriers that screamed 'CAUTION' with their brightly painted colours. He flashed his pass to the nervous guard that he remembered from his last visit. It was the same alias: Ron Mael, just this time he was promoted in proffesionalism. If he were to run into Matthew, God forbid, he'd have to conjure a story of how he came to be what he was wearing. He continued on, driving under the elevated barrier then parked in a nearby area. Stopping the music, he opened the door, he picked up his briefcase and locked the car security safely.
Black leather shoes made a faint sound on the concrete with his every footstep until he arrived in the actual building reception. A burly guard eyed him with a stern glare then he noticed the security pass clipped on his pocket and nodded for 'Ron' to proceed through the hallway.
'Where to start first?' He questioned himself mentally. While walking down the corridoor he glanced out of a window, spotting a few inmates roaming around. Two guards of muscular size stood outside every door and corner. A few were patrolling around the grounds, speaking into radios. Breaking his stare away, Ron decided on where he would start his gathering of information for 'TIME' magazine. He eventually found his way to the grounds, a guard telling him the precautionary necessities of him being there. No antagonizing patients, a guard always being within a ten metre radius of him, et cetera. Ron nodded, then scanned the field over grown with tendrils of dry greenary.
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Post by Katarina Williams on Oct 24, 2010 16:14:13 GMT
Placing a smoke between her lips as she lit it. As to how she obtained the two contraband items was left in question. Continuing her little sky gazing as she inhaled the smoke into her lungs before slowly letting it out. She didn't realize that more inmates were being permitted onto the garden section. That was when she spotted a man in different attire than the guards or the inmates. He was wearing a suit. Lips curled into a smirk as she rolled onto her side propping her head up with her hand as her elbow laid bent to hold her up.
"Well you're certainly out of your environment. Dressed like that just brings attention to you. If the Joker saw you I'm sure he'd be pissed that you were hogging the limelight." Taking another drag from the smoke as the tip lit amber in color. "So.. Ron Mael." Glancing at the name tag clipped on his suit. "What brings you to the circus?" Hazel eyes continued to roam over his form. Something about him seemed familiar but she couldn't place it.
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Post by Dick Grayson on Oct 24, 2010 18:14:06 GMT
Ron mentally cringed. The whole place was unkempt, as if it had been left to rot for a long while. He presumed gardeners were too afraid to work here or maybe Arkham staff didn't care what the patients thought of the gardens. He walked along the cracked pavement then heard a voice break away his attention. Dick immeditely recognised the woman lying on the bench in a sultry pose: Katarina Williams. After turning her in to Arkham under his Nightwing alias he managed to do a little research on who she was, thanks to Barbara's uncanny tech skills. He couldn't help the malicious grin that crossed his features.
"I'll just have to make sure I don't get seen by him then, won't I?" He chuckled, sitting down on a rusted patio chair that was opposite Katarina's bench.
Ron set his briefcase on his lap then entered the specified code to open it, he pulled out his laptop then began writing down the environment contents and Katarina's words, "I'm sure you've heard of Time magazine?" He asked, his blue eyes glued to the computer screen.
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Post by Katarina Williams on Oct 24, 2010 18:21:48 GMT
"Then again, I'm sure if I said to leave you be he'll listen to me. I made a few acquaintances here." Finishing off the smoke as she put it out on the bench before flicking the butt not wanting to cause a fire. Besides, who knew what kind of fumes would start if these weeds were caught ablaze. Watching him sit down on a rusty patio chair. "I hope you had your tetanus shot. That's why I sat on the bench instead. I don't have to worry about rusted metal cutting me open like a can opener."
Her eyes were darker since she was placed in her and it looked like she was sleep deprived for the most part. "Yea, I've heard of the magazine. I guess you're writing an article on this place?" Lifting a curious brow. "Isn't there more interesting stories to write about?" Twirling a strand of hair around her index finger as the tip of her shoe grazed his leg in a playful manner. "You know you got these really attractive eyes.. A nice shade of blue..like the ocean."
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Post by Dick Grayson on Oct 24, 2010 23:05:05 GMT
Nodding at her words, Dick's fingers typed at lightning speed over the keyboard, his eyes glancing in three places; the progressive document on his screen, to Katarina, to his keyboard. The cycle repeated itself over for a fair few seconds before he answered her.
"It's not dangerously rusted. Besides to get tetanus I'd need a wound, the rust is only an aid, rubbing off on my skin would hardly make any damage. Then the wound would have to be infected, with today's medical treatments the virus would be over before it started," he spoke, addressing her all the while then turned his attention back to his laptop, "'Sides I never really liked can openers."
Ron jotted more down on the environment and Katarina's appearance, "Yeah. Believe it or not this place is interesting for people who don't live in it. Especially psychiatrists and such," he stiffened slighty as she flirtaciously grazed his leg. 'Not this again' he mentally cursed. 'Seems she likes more than just Nightwing.' Instead of showing his hesitance in his features he smiled politely at her... compliment, "Thank you, I don't suppose you can tell me a little about these acquaintances?" He asked, eager to move on the subject.
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Post by Katarina Williams on Oct 25, 2010 0:15:23 GMT
"Good point." Commenting as she agreed with him about the tetanus. Watching his reaction to her grazing his leg in a flirty manner. Lips curled into a smirk, "You got the same set of eyes as the one who put me in here. That cute guy, Nightwing."
Shifting positions again this time laying on her stomach. Propping her arms up to hold her head up still but the Arkham issued uniform they made the inmates wear fit her kind of snug especially in the top region where she had some cleavage. Leaning forward as she took his tie into her hands twirling it a little. "What would you like to know?" Giving him a playful wink as she seemed to be in a flirty mood.
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Post by Dick Grayson on Oct 25, 2010 9:54:23 GMT
Ron glanced at Katarina when she mentioned Nightwing but didn't cease the rapid movement of his fingertips swapping from letter to letter on the keyboard.
"Well it is the second most common eye colour, Gotham is a small world," Again, when he spoke he turned his full attention to her then back to the computer. When she altered her position he mentally rolled his eyes, the total opposite of a roaming guard who looked like he was trying to undress Katarina with his lucid gaze. When he saw Ron had spotted him he quickly got back to his work.
Ron carried on typing when Katarina grasped his tie, "There's new patients, right? Jane Reid, Ruby Carter, Adam Ritter. Have you met them?"
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Post by Katarina Williams on Oct 25, 2010 13:04:12 GMT
"Perhaps so but very few make it look good. Nightwing's got that nicely shaped body and black spikey hair to compliment those eyes of his.." Smiling just thinking about him.
Glancing at the guard seeing him take notice of her seductive pose but disregarded him like he was nobody. She wasn't interested in him. Giving a blatant roll of the eyes at the guard to show her disapproval.
Tongue traced her lips as she thought about the names carefully, "Jane's my cellmate from across the hallway. Girl's constantly singing and bashing herself against the glass. She's pretty amusing and kind of cute. " Smirking as she thought about Jane for a moment.
"Ruby Carter I didn't have the pleasure of meeting. And Adam Ritter." Taps her chin in thought as she continued to play with Ron's tie removing it as she tied it around herself. "Yea, I met him. He's similar to Dent but he doesn't compare. I only consider Dent a friend though but his girlfriend Olivia..now she's quite the looker."
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Post by Dick Grayson on Oct 25, 2010 13:19:01 GMT
Ron pushed up the glasses that had ever so slightly slid down his nose, looking through the clear glass at Katarina. A smirk crossed his lips as she mentioned her affection for Nightwing, "Maybe if you're lucky he'll drop in and visit," he joked.
He typed down Katarina word for word, a few mistakes here and there due to her trying to strip him off but it was only a minor distraction. Besides, he could buy a new tie later. He couldn't help but chuckle at her speaking of Dent, he was about to remark but a guard had opposing plans.
"Williams! Give the man back his tie!" He yelled, an unecessary AK47 strapped to his back. Ron presumed a few patients may find any materials to hang themselves when in their cell. Not that the guards cared.
Ron glanced between the screeching guard and Katarina then carried on with his questioning, "What about Goodnite, he's back in here. Any updates?"
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Post by Katarina Williams on Oct 25, 2010 13:27:40 GMT
"I can only hope." Sighing out sadly. "I've been thinking about him since I got here but who wants anything to do with me?"
Giving the tie back to Ron but not before flipping off the guard who ordered her to do so. "I'll shove that AK47 straight up your ass.." Huffs upset she had to give up the tie. That brief moment she almost seemed like someone else as her eyes were darker in appearance but that faded away when she looked back at Ron.
Her attention went back to Ron again. Eyes narrowed instantly at the name. "Oh you mean Mr. Hardass..Yea he's been successful in making enemies to say the least. Joker and Dent hate him and if they do then so do I.." Making it quite clear that she had allied herself with those two men.
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Post by Dick Grayson on Oct 25, 2010 13:45:25 GMT
"I'm sure a few people want something to do with you. You said Dent's a friend," He suggested, feeling a little sorry for Katarina. Hell, he felt sorry for everyone who had got themselves in this place... but it was the one last shred of control Gotham had over the criminally insane, where else could they go?
He chuckled at her comment directed at the yelling guard then thanked Katarina when she gave his tie back with a warm smile. He jotted down her description of Goodnite and acknowledged her words of the Joker and Harvey, "See, Joker likes you too," He winked, a little bit of boyish charm seeping through Ron's alias. He found the more he talked he would turn into Richard Grayson rather than Ron Mael.
"How is Doctor Reid?" He asked out of curiosity, popping the tie loosely around his neck.
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Post by Katarina Williams on Oct 25, 2010 14:01:29 GMT
"Yea but I want more than friends.." Katarina sighed again looking almost mopey and depressed.
"Joker has his ups and downs. He really likes Dent. Well Two-face that is. Besides, he's not my type.." Eyes lifted but her head remained propped against the palms of her hands.
"Matthew? I only saw him once when he was visiting his sister. He's a nice guy but he wouldn't even give me a cigarette. I haven't had one of those since I got here. It's one of the things I miss..Even my ex-boyfriend won't visit me. I guess he's afraid of being jailed.."
"Truth is I'm alone in here..Everyone's got someone..except me."
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Post by Dick Grayson on Oct 25, 2010 14:32:29 GMT
"Friends are one of the most important people you'll ever know. Your lucky you have them in here, some people don't have anyone," he looked away from the screen for a momentary second before pulling out a piece of pen and paper, he wrote down one of his mobile numbers, "here, if you ever feel like talking to someone outside of this place."
He gave her the note then remembered the tie around his neck. Swiftly, he did it back up back to the mint condition it was in before Katarina took it off.
"I'm not sure doctors are allowed to give patients drugs," Ron chuckled, tightening the noose around his neck, "Ex-boyfriends don't really make it a habit to re-get to know ex-girlfriends," he reasoned.
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Post by Katarina Williams on Oct 26, 2010 0:58:44 GMT
Taking the piece of paper gratefully folding it neatly before she stashed it into her bra not wanting the guards to confiscate it. "Thanks, I'll probably take you up on that offer. I just hope I won't be annoying and call you too much." Feeling her cheeks flush rose as she spoke. He had that cute nerdy look to him.
"If you do have a girlfriend...she's very lucky to have you." Giving him a soft smile as she wasn't sure if he did or not but it was her way of prying that kind of information out of him.
"A cigarette isn't a drug, sweets. If that's the case then so is coffee." Helping him with the tie since she was responsible for removing it in the first place. "Yea well my ex was a drug dealer..He probably only saw him as a drug and fuck girl." Sighing out softly. "He didn't truly love me..no one loves me."
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