[1] - Video

[warrenwhite]

[The journal clicks on, and Warren appears. The camera angle goes wild for a second as he turns it over to look at it.]

This is different! A new type of therapy for the crazies, I guess.

[Warren goes right up to the camera and gives it a huge grin. Then something in his expression changes, and he reaches up to touch his hair, then his face, looking surprised. It’s pretty clear that he’s missing basically all of his fingers.]

Oh-kay.

[Looking nervous, he bites his hand, hard. Looks at the imprint left there for a long moment.]

Holy shit.

[Cue Warren dropping the journal on the floor, and having a madcap run around his room looking for any type of reflective surface. After a long period of time, he picks of the journal, looking way less happy.]

Okay. Very funny. I get it, I get it. The Two Face style of therapy. No problem. I just gotta find something cold. Real cold. Get rid of all this excess… [He makes a general gesture to his nose and the rest of his face. You get a glimpse of him walking towards the door before he turns off his communicator.]

OOC: Warren’s talking on voice for all his replies, as he wanders around the barge looking for some type of freezer to try and get rid of half his face again. Anyone who wants to Spam, feel free to run into him/stop him/hassle him. He’s not violent.

Comments

[proudsociopath.livejournal.com]

[just a smile for a while.]





Hey.

[warrenwhite.livejournal.com]

Oh, wow. [He actually holds the communicator up to his face for this.] Did you get out of the women's ward? Or are you a doctor?

[proudsociopath.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I'm from the young women's ward. I just got out yesterday. You look pretty clueless, though, so I'm going to help you out.

You're dead. Wherever you were before? Gone. Over. Done with. Forget it. Now, you're in a prison. [wiide grin] But you seem like you're used to that, so you're lucky, like me.

Now, you just need a the-rapist and some medication, and everything will be a-okay, won't it?

[lotoftrouble.livejournal.com]

I think he left already.

[warrenwhite.livejournal.com]

Who? Two Face? Good. [Warren actually sounds angry on the subject of Two Face.]

[lotoftrouble.livejournal.com]

I think he reformed, actually. It doesn't matter to me anyway. He was fairly boring.

Spam

[namorofthesea.livejournal.com]

[Namor, however, was returning from the CES with his bounty, a bag of oysters, krill and other sealife, and the Atlantean gave off an even stronger fish-like odor than usual. That was when he saw a man who was looking a bit stressed.]

Is something the matter?

Spam

[warrenwhite.livejournal.com]

[Warren has to stop himself from asking where Namor got those wonderful pieces of the ocean.] I can't find the kitchen. [He shrugs, frustrated.] I need the cold, like, right now.

Re: Spam

[namorofthesea.livejournal.com]

"Cold?" Namor, of course, instantly assumed that this man was a mutant or alien of some sorts that required the cold to live. "The kitchens are on the first floor, but the refrigerator is locked. Perhaps I could take you to the CES? It simulates whatever environment you are from."

[peektuttut]

You've got to be kidding me.

[warrenwhite.livejournal.com]

Ha, no. [Behold the sound of cheerfulness.] I'll be back to myself in a moment, just need to get my face on. Or off. [Chuckle.]

[requiresssacrifice]

You want something cold? Try the kitchen.

[warrenwhite.livejournal.com]

Of course! [He sounds exceedingly happy.] Do you know what floor it's on?

[amagicalmystery.livejournal.com]

Why is it always the new guys?

Ah, son, I'd love to be of assistance, but what're you tryin' to do exactly?

[warrenwhite.livejournal.com]

Okay. [Warren flips his communicator to video. He's walking up some stairs and putting it on his face at the same time, with dubious success.] I need the freezer for the cold, so it will pull off this... [He points to his nose, and then basically everywhere else on his head.]

I don't need it any more. Should get rid of it, yeah?

[puzzleprince.livejournal.com]

Pardon? Trying to get rid of what, now? [Absentmindedly said. He's trying to remember who this is.]

[warrenwhite.livejournal.com]

Face. Unnecessary. [Said casually.] It's a bit overrated, I reckon.

[toldastory]

I'm sorry, but what do you need to get rid of?

[warrenwhite.livejournal.com]

My face, of course. [Said cheerfully.] Primarily the nose, because it bothers me, but the ears and the rest are quite ridiculous.

[everylittlegirl]

[She tries to find something to say. She really does. Then just fails after listening to his interactions with Rex and such.]

[warrenwhite.livejournal.com]

[I like that Warren's general manner is bizarre enough that people don't seem to get particularly angry at him. :D]

[spam]

[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

[The kitchen door was unlocked, but Paddy was the only guy in there right now. He liked to make sure the place had been properly clean before he left, so he was just minding his business.]

[spam]

[warrenwhite.livejournal.com]

[Like Rex had said, the kitchen wasn't hard to find. Warren wandered in there happily, pleased that his problems would soon be solved.]

Hello there! [He said after he stepped through the door, waving at the only man there, before starting to walk past him in search of the freezer.]

*video post to freak the newbie*

[lastsonofangtu.livejournal.com]

You are trying to be rid of your face? Why?!

[warrenwhite.livejournal.com]

[Warren swaps to video. There's a moment where he just stares, and then he starts to laugh.] Hey, that's really cool! How'd you manage that? Special paint or something?