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[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.

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[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.]

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[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

[Paddy turned around in mild surprise that someone else came in the kitchen at all, and quickly made his way over to block him off. He was probably new and confused.] Hey, hey, mate, you ain't allowed in here. Staff only, yeah?

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[warrenwhite.livejournal.com]

[Warren's by now slightly creepy grin didn't waver.] Of course, of course. I just need to borrow your freezer for a few hours. A one off thing.

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[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

[Paddy gave him a skeptical look,] Borrow my freezer. Borrow my freezer?

Nah, none of this kitchen's for hire. What the hell do you want the freezer for?

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[warrenwhite.livejournal.com]

[Warren laughs.] Crazy stuff, right?

No, seriously. [His tone doesn't sound particularly serious.] For some reason, they've decided to give me my face back. [He uses his fingerless hand to kind of point in the general direction of his nose, before swirling it around the rest of his head.]

So I'm gonna need your freezer to take it all off again. I could use a knife, but your know. [Warren looks at Paddy seriously.] It's not the same.

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[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

[Paddy did stare, but there wasn't much he could do about that. It was sort of a natural reaction.]

Uh. I think, mate, you ought to go see someone in the infirmary about that. Because my freezer ain't gonna help you... and you definitely aren't... using a fucking knife. Just... yeah, go see one of the fucking doctors, they'll help you. That don't look like something you should do yourself.

[He was still a little too baffled to be angry right now.]

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[warrenwhite.livejournal.com]

[Warren's grin, now back in place, wavers a little bit.] But they did this to me in the first place. They aren't going to take it back. [He's almost talking through his teeth there.]

I'm going to use your freezer now. [And, snap back to happy. He tries to edge around Paddy.]

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[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

[Paddy blinked a little, but when he tried to get around him, just stood directly in his way.] No, you're not. I don't give a shit about who's done this to you or whatever, man, but my freezer ain't for... that kinda use. Neither are my knives.

Talk to your fucking warden when you get one, mate. They can sort it. My stuff can't.

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[warrenwhite.livejournal.com]

So, what? I'm just have to stay like this until I get a warden? [Warren makes 'this' sound like something absolutely horrifying.]

That's not good enough. I want it off, and my hands can't do that. [Warren looks down at his hands gloomily, turning them over as if that would magically make fingers appear.]

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[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

Yeah, you fucking do, sorry, mate. [He wasn't about to get confrontational, because he really didn't get it, so he just put his hand on the guy's arm and aimed to lead him out,] I'm not letting you in my freezer, so go try the infirmary folks or something.

[Paddy. Passing the buck. Like a winner.]

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[warrenwhite.livejournal.com]

I can pay you. All it takes is one phone call, you know. Then you can own your own private island. [Warren didn't resist Paddy leading him out, just continued trying to work out angles to try and convince him.] That would be pretty cool, right? You could have a whole apartment block of freezers, all to yourself.

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[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

[Paddy shook his head and continued to lead him right out the kitchen,] Money ain't worth shit here, and if I'm gonna be one of two places, it's either here or back home. Don't give a shit for private islands, mate.

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[warrenwhite.livejournal.com]

[Warren looked disappointed, but didn't press the issue. He figured that Paddy couldn't be in the kitchen all the time after all. Time for a change of tact.] Have you got any smokes?

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[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

I'll give you some if you piss off out of my kitchen and don't come back.

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[warrenwhite.livejournal.com]

You know, if you just let me use your freezer we wouldn't even be having this problem [Said as if that suggestion was the height of reasonableness.] You'd be doing whatever you do, I'd be in the freezer doing what I do, and then everyone would be happy.

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[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

[Paddy frowned and pushed him out of his kitchen gently,] Yeah, but my freezer ain't for fucking about with. It's for fucking keeping food cold.

[spam]

[warrenwhite.livejournal.com]

You do realize that now I'm just going to have to bang my head against a wall and hope that it all squishes away? [He sounds very indignant.]

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[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

If you're that fucking nuts, someone'll stop you doing that too. We pay attention, mate. Now out my kitchen.

[spam]

[warrenwhite.livejournal.com]

But that's so unfair! [Even saying that, Warren seems to recognize that he's been defeated. Or at least that he'll have to come back later for round two.]

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[puzzleprince.livejournal.com]

[Here's Eddie, just in time to catch Warren at the door of the kitchen.]

Warren. I see you've located the kitchen. [He extends a hand.] Would you mind coming this way, please?

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[warrenwhite.livejournal.com]

[Warren turns to Eddie, and just stares for a second. Taking in the green. It's fairly iconic, after all.] You're the Riddler? [He doesn't sound too happy.]

[spam]

[puzzleprince.livejournal.com]

No, just Edward Nygma. [Gesturing for him to come over.]

[spam]

[warrenwhite.livejournal.com]

[Warren takes a step away from Paddy and the kitchen door, but is still looking at Eddie suspiciously.] Where do you want me to go?

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[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

[Paddy rolled his eyes and sighed,] C'mon mate, my kids can do better. Go on, get out of here.

[spam]

[warrenwhite.livejournal.com]

Yeah, fine. [Warren gives Paddy a glare, but does wander off to where he's about to run into Eddie.]