Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2021 15:15:04 GMT -6
Herman was never quite the social type.
Even in the hands of the entity, he keeps mostly to himself and would much rather only interact with those who are worthy of his time or simply for information. Miss. Young was always a woman he was fond of, though even then he always had a distinct lack of desire to converse with her. Better put, he would simply rather stay by himself and silently observe, only stepping in when needed. He sat at his desk, vacant of any sound aside from his shallow, irregular breathing.
If one put aside the popping electricity and the intimidating device on his head, he almost looked calm; as if someone imagined a professional doctor who was scribbling down notes after a hard day, and out came Herman. The idea wouldn't be entirely wrong, of course, seeing as he was in fact hastily writing down borderline unreadable words, with messy footnotes and the occasional graph (or, more accurately, a drawing of whoever he was writing about).
It was quiet, aside from that.
A handful of the killers silently agreed to avoid Lery's – there was not much to offer there despite faulty medical equipment and the frigid air that was near comparable to Mount Ormond Resort. It only brought trouble, they decided, which was hardly considered an exaggeration. The Doctor would rarely mind if someone paid a visit, so long as they abided by the rule to leave him alone. There were more than that, of course, which Herman couldn't believe he had to explain;
- Do not break anything, or touch things that aren't yours.
- Do not disturb me.
- Avoid lingering for longer than needed.
A part of him still lived with the idea of pre-entity Lery's, where he had his own office and whatever happened to the rest of the rooms were obsolete in the long run – of course, the killers who had been just recently taken by the entity, he would be more lenient towards... a few shocks to correct their behavior always taught them their lesson.
But some killers were adamant on having unwarranted visits, welcoming their futile selves into his realm for the sole purpose of disturbance. The institution was typically quiet aside from the angry sparks of electricity, though the shuffling caught his attention. It sounded as though they were heavily clothed; his initial thought (which, though was slightly unreasonable, was simply what he would've liked, seeing as she is his friend) was Amanda Young, though the scuffing of their feet nearly caused him to let out an audible sigh. It was someone trying to be sneaky.
He decided to bathe in his blissful ignorance, instead scribbling down some more writing. It was only until there was an audible sound of papers falling that he forced himself up, laughing quietly to himself (out of annoyance, rather than joy).
"There's surely no reason to hide, is there?" He began, tone almost taunting as he continued. "Who is it?"
Even in the hands of the entity, he keeps mostly to himself and would much rather only interact with those who are worthy of his time or simply for information. Miss. Young was always a woman he was fond of, though even then he always had a distinct lack of desire to converse with her. Better put, he would simply rather stay by himself and silently observe, only stepping in when needed. He sat at his desk, vacant of any sound aside from his shallow, irregular breathing.
If one put aside the popping electricity and the intimidating device on his head, he almost looked calm; as if someone imagined a professional doctor who was scribbling down notes after a hard day, and out came Herman. The idea wouldn't be entirely wrong, of course, seeing as he was in fact hastily writing down borderline unreadable words, with messy footnotes and the occasional graph (or, more accurately, a drawing of whoever he was writing about).
It was quiet, aside from that.
A handful of the killers silently agreed to avoid Lery's – there was not much to offer there despite faulty medical equipment and the frigid air that was near comparable to Mount Ormond Resort. It only brought trouble, they decided, which was hardly considered an exaggeration. The Doctor would rarely mind if someone paid a visit, so long as they abided by the rule to leave him alone. There were more than that, of course, which Herman couldn't believe he had to explain;
- Do not break anything, or touch things that aren't yours.
- Do not disturb me.
- Avoid lingering for longer than needed.
A part of him still lived with the idea of pre-entity Lery's, where he had his own office and whatever happened to the rest of the rooms were obsolete in the long run – of course, the killers who had been just recently taken by the entity, he would be more lenient towards... a few shocks to correct their behavior always taught them their lesson.
But some killers were adamant on having unwarranted visits, welcoming their futile selves into his realm for the sole purpose of disturbance. The institution was typically quiet aside from the angry sparks of electricity, though the shuffling caught his attention. It sounded as though they were heavily clothed; his initial thought (which, though was slightly unreasonable, was simply what he would've liked, seeing as she is his friend) was Amanda Young, though the scuffing of their feet nearly caused him to let out an audible sigh. It was someone trying to be sneaky.
He decided to bathe in his blissful ignorance, instead scribbling down some more writing. It was only until there was an audible sound of papers falling that he forced himself up, laughing quietly to himself (out of annoyance, rather than joy).
"There's surely no reason to hide, is there?" He began, tone almost taunting as he continued. "Who is it?"