[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

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[puzzleprince.livejournal.com]

Where would you like to go? Your room? A common room? And don't say the barge refrigerator. That's off-limits.

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[warrenwhite.livejournal.com]

[Warren just looks utterly confused.] But I can't do that. I need to find a... knife. Or a... [He trails off, looking back towards the kitchen.]

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[puzzleprince.livejournal.com]

[Eddie motions again.] Wait for the doctors to assist you, Mr. White. With their help you should be able to recover some resemblance of your namesake. Simply lopping off your nose and ears is going to leave you looking like nothing more than a deformity.

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[warrenwhite.livejournal.com]

[Warren considers this. He can see the logic in it.] Yeah, actually. It wouldn't be the same at all, would it? [He walks towards Eddie, slowly.] Do you think that I'd be able to make an appointment for it?

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[puzzleprince.livejournal.com]

I'll even go out of my way to speak with them for you. [He turns on his heel, starting down the hallway.] This way, Mr. White.

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[warrenwhite.livejournal.com]

That sounds great! [Doctors were always more convinced by a group of people after all. Warren started following Eddie down the hallway.] Are we going to see them now?

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[puzzleprince.livejournal.com]

Not yet. They'll be less inclined to help you if you bother them this early on. [Points towards a turn in the hallway with his cane.] Lets go to the common room.

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[warrenwhite.livejournal.com]

Why? Isn't that what they're there for? [Warren doesn't sound sure about that though, and is still following behind Eddie. He's momentarily distracted by the cane.] Nice cane.

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[puzzleprince.livejournal.com]

They're not legally employed. The barge is-- well, its not at all like an asylum. [He glances back, grinning.] Thank you. It's custom-made.

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[warrenwhite.livejournal.com]

We have illegal doctors? [Warren isn't bothered by this - in his mind it makes them more likely to 'fix' his face.] I suppose that makes sense. Since we're in a dead person prison and everything.

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[puzzleprince.livejournal.com]

Well, technically, yes. [Eddie turns down a different hallway.] Ah, that reminds me. How did you die? Warren White disappeared, but last I heard, the Great White Shark seemed to be doing fine. Had a disagreement with Sionis, did you?

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[warrenwhite.livejournal.com]

Black Mask? [Warren had never been a big fan of using people's real names during business transactions.] I don't know. Maybe. There's a difference between seeing the goons and knowing who ordered the hit. [He shrugs.]