Post by Jeremiah Arkham - Black Mask on Jan 27, 2015 22:06:35 GMT -5
His sleeves were rolled up and the top two buttons of his dress shirt were unbuttoned. His tie was lying haphazardly across his desk where he’d removed it hours ago. His shoes had a much neater fate; they were tucked beneath his desk.
Jeremiah padded over the hard wood of his office within Arkham. He paced back and forth, his socked steps a whisper against the floor. His body was stiff and his fingers restless at his sides. His mouth moved over syllables, but nothing save air left his lips. He wasn’t, however, distressed over any news he’d gotten. With his phone sitting and set to silent on his desk, his computer turned off, and no television to speak of within his office it wasn’t as if he knew of what was going on with the world outside. He could see the city from the bay windows of his office, but there nothing out of the ordinary there. Gotham wasn’t on fire and that’s all that mattered.
No natural disasters were plaguing the head of Arkham Asylum. Nor was any news of his family. His infant son, Isaiah, was most likely asleep and dreaming of something pleasant and Melina was probably off to bed herself. He’d just spoken to her not but a few minutes before, taking a break from the task that had him walking around his desk, whispering wordlessly into the room.
He was practicing for a lecture.
Every year he’d do a guest lecture for one of Gotham University’s advanced psychology classes. It was not only to open student minds to the various fields and directions one could take psychology in, but also his own way of recruiting new graduates into their programs into Arkham employment. After all the world was ever-changing. If you didn’t change you were replaced. He needed to keep Arkham advanced, its workforce up-to date. The workforce and its faces had a habit of believing themselves superior, their theories infallible, and people could become so very narrow-minded.
His eyes were shut as he pinched the bridge of his nose. He paused and took a breath, not even hearing the noise of his door opening behind him. Just like the students he wanted to capture he too had to keep things fresh. He never gave the same lecture twice.
Jeremiah padded over the hard wood of his office within Arkham. He paced back and forth, his socked steps a whisper against the floor. His body was stiff and his fingers restless at his sides. His mouth moved over syllables, but nothing save air left his lips. He wasn’t, however, distressed over any news he’d gotten. With his phone sitting and set to silent on his desk, his computer turned off, and no television to speak of within his office it wasn’t as if he knew of what was going on with the world outside. He could see the city from the bay windows of his office, but there nothing out of the ordinary there. Gotham wasn’t on fire and that’s all that mattered.
No natural disasters were plaguing the head of Arkham Asylum. Nor was any news of his family. His infant son, Isaiah, was most likely asleep and dreaming of something pleasant and Melina was probably off to bed herself. He’d just spoken to her not but a few minutes before, taking a break from the task that had him walking around his desk, whispering wordlessly into the room.
He was practicing for a lecture.
Every year he’d do a guest lecture for one of Gotham University’s advanced psychology classes. It was not only to open student minds to the various fields and directions one could take psychology in, but also his own way of recruiting new graduates into their programs into Arkham employment. After all the world was ever-changing. If you didn’t change you were replaced. He needed to keep Arkham advanced, its workforce up-to date. The workforce and its faces had a habit of believing themselves superior, their theories infallible, and people could become so very narrow-minded.
His eyes were shut as he pinched the bridge of his nose. He paused and took a breath, not even hearing the noise of his door opening behind him. Just like the students he wanted to capture he too had to keep things fresh. He never gave the same lecture twice.
