Professor Pain

IMPRISONED

M!A: NONE OPEN

Physical Condition: Healthy.
Collared Status: ACTIVE

19 Apr '14
5

averyrook:

I’ll see what I can do. Never know. Migh’ be able t’seduce someone an’ get y’out of there. Jus’ sit tight an’ enjoy y’self as much as y’can.

Oh, I’ll try. The shrink in here looks like he’s been tenderized already.

Anyway, that’s the scoop and the orderlies are giving me dirty looks.

Toodles.

[He hung up shortly after that.]

19 Apr '14
5

averyrook:

Fuck me. An’ they’re workin’ with the cops from y’time, so they know all y’little tricks, don’ they?

Dunno how quick anyone’s gonna be able t’get you out— ain’t like it’s jus’ a normal hospital.

Wonder if I could talk ‘em into givin’ you a cellphone at least… One of those ones with limited numbers y’can contact or somethin’.

Unfortunately. You don’t exactly get a lot of freedom even if you’re good behavior.

I expect I’ll be here a little while. It’s the boredom that’s going to do me in.

You’re more than welcome to give it a try. I didn’t know they allow that sort of thing. I might have to give something in my head up for that sort of privilege.

18 Apr '14
5

averyrook:

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It’s Phin. You might not be getting your vest back. I’m also apparently in a prison for the criminally insane. Thought I’d give someone a heads up on that.

… F’fuckssakes. Well. At least y’not dead. So m’guessin’ the vest helped some.

They’re gonna be pissed, y’know.

D’y’know where y’are? Like specific location.

Baltimore State Hopsital.

It helped me a couple of times. I’d send you a dick pic or two with bruises to show, but I’m sadly without cellphone rights.

Mm, yes, well, anger doesn’t get me out of here for now.

18 Apr '14
6
Everyone Is A Jerk

onecangrowtolovebeets:

profpain:

"Doctor Chilton." He hummed back. Taking the name and keeping it. To the question he pushed away from the bars with a little sigh.

"A Mister James Rook." He made it back over to the cot and flopped down onto it unceremoniously. Phineas wouldn’t call Schtein or his daughter while he was being so heavily monitored. He’d lie when asked about them. At least give falsified names.

Thanatos likely already had word of his capture. Doubted they’d care so much until he was of use again.

"Don’t worry Freddie, I’m familiar with the game of privileges behind bars."  He lifted his head enough to look at Chilton again. Offering a small friendly smile. Gap tooth and all. "You get as good as you give." 

The psychiatrist tried not to bristle at being called ‘Freddie’. At least Will had the reservation to call him Frederick. Oh, well. Not much he could do for now. The man was incarcerated for life, after all. “Hm. Yes, well, my men will be back to escort you to the phone soon enough. We’ll have a longer chat another time.”

Chilton excused himself, letting the door buzz and open to let him through once he left. This man gave him a bad feeling - a striking sense of de javu, really. Phineas Armastus was a bit like Abel Gideon. But he knew there wouldn’t be any repeat performances there. He subconsciously touched at his stomach before shaking his head and heading back to his office to call and schedule. And set up to hear the phone call with this James Rook.

Hhhhhh. Ew.

He adjusted how he was laying again. And then took up singing. Why the fuck not?

It’d keep him occupied. Until he got books or something to keep his sanity with.

He’d be very cooperative about the phone call today. He needed to be to at least get that done.

18 Apr '14
6
Everyone Is A Jerk

onecangrowtolovebeets:

Chilton kept his head slightly cocked while listening to Armastus, his fingers tapping along the silver tip of his cane before he twitched hi lips into a further half smile. “Phineas, then. I am Dr. Frederick Chilton. I am the administrator of this hospital. And as for a phone call, it’d be terribly unorthodox not to give you that right.”

He paused. “But you can understand my hesitation. Just who do you plan on calling, hm?” He highly doubted the man’s wife was particularly reachable. And letting Phineas Armastus out of his cell, even with such strong supervision, was still risky. But - rights were rights.

"I’ll let you have your phone call within the hour. Do make yourself comfortable while he prepare to let you into the room. Your continued cooperation will offer you benefits in the future."

"Doctor Chilton." He hummed back. Taking the name and keeping it. To the question he pushed away from the bars with a little sigh.

"A Mister James Rook." He made it back over to the cot and flopped down onto it unceremoniously. Phineas wouldn’t call Schtein or his daughter while he was being so heavily monitored. He’d lie when asked about them. At least give falsified names.

Thanatos likely already had word of his capture. Doubted they’d care so much until he was of use again.

"Don’t worry Freddie, I’m familiar with the game of privileges behind bars."  He lifted his head enough to look at Chilton again. Offering a small friendly smile. Gap tooth and all. "You get as good as you give." 

16 Apr '14
6
Everyone Is A Jerk

onecangrowtolovebeets:

Frederick was a bit excited. Hadn’t been so excited since Will had entered his little collection but that had become a whole other game when he now knew that man was innocent. Will’s mind wouldn’t be his for much longer. That was all right. He had himself another curious case. From what he read, this man was difficult when it came to being psychoanalyzed. Precious. Not very different from Mr. Graham, honestly.

Only this one was most certainly a killer. Such acts of violence was well noted. And the case surrounding him was quite the gruesome, disgusting one. Made the judge vomit. But how many of his patients could say their judge had been killed and strung up like a puppet?

Chilton wasn’t sure if it was a disappointment or a blessing Will Graham would be out of his hair. They would catch Hannibal soon, he knew it. 

But those thoughts were brushed aside as he carefully made his way down the hall of cells, guards not far behind as he attempted not to limp too much with his cane. He stopped at a fair distance from Phineas and tilted his head with a small, polite smile. However it still felt pretentious, mocking. “How’s our new family member? You’ve made quite the mess getting here. Shall I call you Professor Armastus? Or do you prefer the little trademark the papers gave you?”

Phineas didn’t give his attention immediately to Chilton. Gave the guards a look over. Calmly taking in a deep breath. First one since he woke up. He’d need it for talking.

One guard had keys on them. Both were far away and had batons. Disappoint. It would have been hard to leave the Nevada prison, but it’d been possible at least. With the times and the right moves.

Phin put on a smile while settling attention on the prissy man talking to him. Friendly, cheerful, bright, normal. “The last time they caught me I was taking a piss. Can’t blame me for giving them a little more of a run this time.” Tone to match. High in volume. “While I like that you know what the papers coined me, it’s…odious. Professor Armastus is fine. Phineas is fine. Phin is fine.”

He pushed more upright and leaned shoulder to the bars he was speaking through. “Who do I have the pleasure of speaking with? More importantly, where am I? And do I get a phone call?”

16 Apr '14
3
1 ((Mirror of Erised: Gotta be his own grave. He's not always actively suicidal but I think he's still got that general idea that he and everyone else would honestly be better off dead. Because logically, what else would he desire? A loving, supportive wife that he would constantly compare to Denise? Denise back from the dead, to live out a life that might ultimately end up with him snapping and killing her? No he wants Alice to grow up without his inner madness stalking behind her because

2. she fits his M.O. He wants P E A C E from the steadily pulling darkness that he canNOT escape from. He is in a grave already and he knows it, someone just needs to throw dirt on top of him and plant a flower.))

(( you need t oshut up and marry me

by my second Mormon waifu ))

16 Apr '14
6
Everyone Is A Jerk

He hadn’t sustained any serious injury. A number of bruises, some of them pretty nasty to his torso, but nothing that warranted hospitalization. Especially since he wasn’t giving signs of pain. He was low maintenance as they called him once they had a file on him enough to know he had analgesia.

Faking his way into a hospital went out the window. He’d been less than cooperative most of the way to the institution. Took them a few times to stop using pepper-spray. From there he’d been sedated for a number of what he had to assume were hours.

Woke up without his glasses in velcro shoes on a cot in a very incredibly sparse prison cell. Left metal hand gone. Capped and welded over. Lovely.

This was a problem. He slowly swung himself upright. He wasn’t dizzy. Good. They didn’t knock him in the head. Or borderline overdose him. He got right up and went straight to the bars. Grasping a couple near the door hinges with a shoulder under the middle bar. Where he rattled and attempted to heave them up and out of place. 

Couldn’t do that with the door closed. Couldn’t do that even with his propensity to push until muscles tore. So he stopped and moved away from it again. Gave it an honest try at any rate.

Well, then. He stuck hands and lack of hands through the bars and leaned into them with elbows on the middle bar. Time to wait. Someone would be around eventually.

Even if he was the only one in a cell down there he could hear.

16 Apr '14
1
Anonymous:
Mirror of Erised: An aged mother standing next to Denise, accepting her as her daughter and her dear Phineas' wife

[loudest of serial killer squints]

16 Apr '14

aMaZING

just now got this

you’re too kind