The doctor will see you now.

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Watch where you’re going

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dante-sweeney‌:

“Oh, I have a purpose,” Dante replied with confidence, through the slight slur of his speech. He really didn’t feel great. “I’m very busy healing, you know, being as this is a hospital. I’m making good progress, but it’s so hard when the staff act like assholes.” He knew she shouldn’t talk like that, to the staff, or to anyone, but he was past giving a fuck. What were they going to do? Chuck him out to the streets where he could starve himself to death, if he didn’t OD first?

Barkin pursed his lips, seeing the boldness fade from the man’s words. It wasn’t so much that he felt bad about what he said, but he felt how unprofessional it had sounded. “You’re right. Forgive me...” His words held a tinge of something in them, though it wasn’t sincerity. “What is your name?” He looked down at the jumbled files, thinking that he maybe had it in his hands. 

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channingxmoore‌:

Channing accepted the proffered hand and gave it a firm shake with a little smile. “Pleasure’s mine, Doctor Jamison…” because of course it was ‘Doctor Jamison’ and not simply ‘doc’ or ‘Barkin’, wouldn’t want the rabble getting any funny ideas, right? Right. Channing supposed he could be generous, the guy would have gone through a lot of work to get the ‘doctor’ in front of his name and maybe that’s all it was. He could be generous. Didn’t think he would though.

Two questions amounted to an interrogation? Channing’s eyebrow went up as he followed the doctor into his office, leaving the door open, and slowly letting his eyes move over the interior of the office. He let his thoughts guide his words, “Two questions is an interrogation?” he chuckled, still looking around, you could tell a lot about a man by how he set up his office, it was pretty interesting, didn’t quite know what to make of Barkin yet, “Glad you’re settling in… that’s good to know, I’ve only worked in one institution so I wouldn’t know but.. I trust your word, doc.” he threw out the ‘doc’ to see how Jamison would take it, being very casual about it, pulling a book off a shelf to look at the back of it.

Barkin watched Channing eye his room. “Like what you see, hm?” He mused, taking a glance for himself. “I haven’t exactly gotten everything set up to my liking just yet.” There were still boxes on the floor and some of the walls seemed bare. He had a few ideas to fix that, just nothing he had the time to deal with now. “It’s an interrogation when i’m usually the one asking the questions.” He forced a chuckle. 

The doctor paused a moment, catching the word ‘doc’ come out of Channing’s mouth. He opened his mouth to reply, but decided against it, instead shooting him a glaring look. 

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Watch where you’re going

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littleivycooper‌:

“I know where we can get some juice!” she said hoping he would go with her to where the juice was. “I’m exploring. I just got here.” she explained as she walked hoping he’d follow her. “It’s so big here, it’s different.” she added.

“Well, then, we better get going before they run out!” Barkin smirked, studying the child. He wondered what her illness was as it didn’t seem to be outright apparent. “What’s your name, sweetheart?” Surely, he would be able to search her file later.  “I think you’ll get along just fine here. Big places just means plenty of spaces to have fun in.” Standing, he trailed behind her. 

[muse-for-the-beanboi-blog]

God. He had most certainly not missed the gray walls of Brielle. The music room however. The old piano. The ivory, worn out keys. A small shiver ran over his spine as he finished the piece. Still hearing the sound echoing through the room. He hadn’t even noticed the other person standing in the door opening as he turned around feeling the eyes burn into his back. “H-Hi~”

[doctorjamison-blog]

Barkin was roaming the halls, attempting to stretch his legs after sitting at his desk for so long. The sound of a piano filled the halls and curiously he followed the music. It led him to the music room, where he eyed a young man sitting at the piano. He’d meant to just look in and then leave but his presence was noticed before he could dip out. “Hello.” He pushed the corners of his mouth to flick up. “That was nice. Did you write it yourself?” In his younger years, Barkin had been forced to play the piano. He didn’t enjoy it much, but could definitely appreciate the work it took. 

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“Have you ever cheated or been cheated on? tell us your experience.” 

Barkin raised a brow at the figure in front of him. “Wow, I didn’t realize that I had been scheduled for a therapy session.” Cheating was a staple of his parent’s relationship. He knew the ins and out of it very well. Identifying a healthy relationship would probably be out of the man’s realm of skills. Why did I even agree to this again?, he thought to himself as he struggled not to roll his eyes, choosing to sigh instead. “If you must know, I grew up surrounded by infidelity and the problems it caused so I’m not too interested in the idea.” It was an excuse that he liked to use when the truth is, he didn’t care enough to have a stable relationship. The kind you would have to have in order for cheating to be an issue. It’s kind of hard to cheat in your friends with benefits relationship. Shrugging, The man added. “As for being cheated on, I have to tell you, I’m not entirely sure. If they did then they were pretty good at hiding it.” Probably for the best in their case., his mind added silently as he clenched his jaw. Growing impatient, Barkin began to pace. “I don’t see why it matters anyway. Especially to you. What kind of question was that?”

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channingxmoore‌:

Channing turned back with a little smile when the door opened and was confused for a fraction of a second before he dropped his gaze a few inches. There he was. Short and a weird name… and apparently an attitude to boot but he kept it professional, as a courtesy, “Hey doc, sorry for bothering you, just wanted to introduce myself and welcome you to Brielle. The name’s Channing… Channing Moore, I work security here so if you need anything, don’t hesitate. Are you getting settled alright? How are you finding things?” 

The doctor was quite… intense but Channing tried not to be too judgemental - except about his name and height, of course - everyone had off days, right? Barkin certainly didn’t look like he wanted to do the whole smalltalk thing but Channing hadn’t gotten a good enough read on him yet. He was curious by nature and liked knowing who he was dealing with. 

Barkin shifted his weight, leaning in the doorway. He could tell that this wasn’t going to be a short exchange by any means. The corner of his lips curled into a smirk at the amusing fact that Channing introduced himself like James Bond. He figured the man thought of himself as such as well. “Barkin Jamison.” He held his hand out to shake. “Most just refer to me as Doctor Jamison around here though.” He didn’t like the idea of the security guard thinking they were friends and getting too familiar. 

As the man in front of him began listing off a round of questions, Barkin shook his head. “Are interrogations part of your job description?” He turned to walk back to his chair, not really caring if his guest bothered to follow or not. “I’m settling in just fine, by the way. Once you’ve worked in one institution setting, you’ve worked them all.” 

[channingxmoore-blog]

It was about time Channing meet the new hire. He was usually more on the ball but things had been busier than usual so he had to put it off. He wished he had access to staff files, what he wouldn’t give to read applications, resumes, personnel files… it would make his life so much easier. But alas, he was just a lowly hall monitor and the head of security - an asshole in his own right - Harry Caldwell was the only one with that privilege. 

Giving his head a little shake to stop all thoughts of Caldwell, Channing knocked on the new doctor’s door. Doctor Barkin Jamison… the hell kind of name was Barkin? Ah well, wasn’t worth worrying about and the guard crossed his arms, looking down the hall with a little frown, brow slightly creased, waiting for the door to open. @doctorjamison

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Barkin sat at his desk, chewing on a reheated sub from the night before. He would argue that he was simply too busy to eat lunch in the cafeteria or go out with the other staff members but truth be told, he just didn’t get excitement out of the human interaction as everyone else seemed to. Here, he could be alone with his thoughts and catch up on the work that he felt piling up. 

As the silence of his room was broken with a knock, The man placed his sandwich back in the tupperware and pinched the bridge of his nose. “What now?...” He mumbled to himself. Swinging the door open, Barkin was met with a man who towered over him. He recognized him as part of the security in the building, but that was about it. “Hello.” His greeting was laced with confusion. “May I help you?”

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Watch where you’re going

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dante-sweeney‌:

The methadose was not doing its job. Or maybe it was, and Dante just couldn’t stomach a pale substitute for his chosen poison. Either way, he felt spacey - and not in the delicious oblivion that heroin brought him, but in a way that left his mind feeling fragmented and confused. He wasn’t looking where he was going, and he barely even registered the collision until a few caustic words were spat out in his direction. Blinking slowly, by the time Dante tuned in, Barkin seemed to have changed his tune. “No, no, you should finish. What were you saying? Telling me to watch where I’m fucking going? You’re not wrong. Although I’d like to point out that it takes two to tango, and your handful of folders you were reading seems to suggest that you were paying about as little attention as I was. Maybe we’re both the assholes.” There was no heart to the snark, just an autopilot function of Dante’s brain rolling across his tongue.

Barkin paused a moment at the harsh reply, taken slightly aback at the boldness. Clenching his teeth in frustration, he eyed the man up and down. “Projection isn’t a good look.” He knelt down to scoop up his papers that had littered the floor. “Besides, There’s a difference between the two of us. One of us isn’t walking around without a purpose.” Standing, his voice was barely a whisper. “So you have plenty of time to watch where you’re fucking going.” His head tilted slightly. “As you put it.”

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Watch where you’re going

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littleivycooper‌:

The blonde child skipped down the hall looking around. She felt lost but still kind of excited. She could have so many adventures around here. She tuned the corner and accidentally walked right into a bigger person. “Oopsies, sorry!” she said trying to get some of his papers she had knocked out of his hands. “Maybe you need some juice or milk, that always helps me” she offered with a smile.

It took Barkin a moment to realize that the person who had bumped into him was a child. A little girl. He knew there were children in the facility, but he hadn’t imagine bumping into one this soon. Literally. “Maybe you’re right. I did skip breakfast this morning.” He chuckled and knelt down to the girl’s level. There was a pause as he eyed her before continuing. “So, what’s got you in such a hurry this morning all by yourself?” 

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Watch where you’re going

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nurse-elise‌:

The nurse’s eyebrow began to raise as he began his harsh words, her face relaxing when he chose a different path. Probably for the best. If there was one thing Elise couldn’t stand, it was the arrogance of some doctors. “Probably shouldn’t read and walk, honestly. You could head down to the beach and read there, though. Might make you feel a little more… or.. a little less on edge.” Her advice was to the point, as Elise almost always was. “Who you reading on? Anyone in particular? I’m a nurse, I might be able to help.”

 Barkin forced a smile onto his face and nodded. “Trying to get all the work in that I can.” The idea of going to the beach nauseated him but he could tell that she was just being polite. “I’m, uh, not really a beach type of guy. Besides, I don’t believe I have the time.” He glanced down at the files, names blending together as he struggled to remember them all. “I don’t quite remember who I was reading on at the moment. A child, I believe. Honestly, I’m trying to learn a bit about everyone before I meet them. Makes for a more informed session.”

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Watch where you’re going

It was early and Barkin hadn’t had his coffee yet. As he entered the building, he skimmed through one of the files he’d been trying to familiarize himself with. It was quite a lot of information to take in, but he was certain that it wouldn’t take him long. He must have been walking too fast and obviously wasn’t paying much attention to his surroundings as he bumped straight into someone coming from the opposite direction. “Shit.” He mumbled as his eyes left the papers that were now floating down to the floor. “How about watch-” He caught himself, cutting the harsh words short. “I’m sorry. It’s been a hectic morning already so I guess my heads not exactly in the right place making me a bit on edge.” Kneeling down, he scooped up the papers and slid them back into the folders. He would have to spend the rest of the morning organizing them back into their original places.

[brielleinstitutehq]

BARKIN JAMISON is a 35 year old DOCTOR at Brielle Institute and looks a lot like James Mcavoy.         

MAYBE THEY’RE HIDING

Growing up in a suburban home with two rather wealthy parents, it was a challenge to live in the spotlight. Barkin’s mother was a socialite. She made money solely off of her ability to coerce people into making decisions and convincing them she deserved a profit for the idea. Barkin’s father was a lawyer who seldom was home. The man traveled for his firm and usually brought another woman home preceding each episode of leaving. Sometimes the women were clients, other times they were people he’d met at the local drag. It wasn’t strange for Barkin’s mother, Constance, to feel suppressed by the other beauties that slept with her husband. Sometimes it appeared like his parents were in a far greater competition than they were in a wedded union. Despite their marriage struggles, they insisted their son take on a profession that would overthrow their own decisions and ultimately benefit him for the rest of his life. His father concluded the best approach was to send their son to medical school after he graduated high school. Barkin’s choice of lifestyle was laid out for him - but he was the valedictorian. It couldn’t be that bad, right? 

WE HOPE THEY ARE PLAYING A GAME

Medical school came with its perks. He was coined the name “The Dicktator” by his classmates because of his unusually cantankerous, vindictive attitude towards the rest of his class. Most commonly, he found a sick interest in children. Barkin made it a goal to find all the women on campus that had children or access to them. Babysitters, new mothers, old mothers, women that were currently pregnant, those with younger siblings, etcetera. Once he picked a person to prey on, he wiggled his way into their lives like a parasite. Slowly, after the many years he spent with his grades and marks the highest against all the others, fifteen children died. Each were kidnapped, purposely taken to a specific location far from the campus, watchful eyes, and anyone that might be witty at searching for a license plate. In that specific location, Barkin committed heinous crimes, decapitating, mutilating, and dissecting the children. Some speculated there may have been sexual allegations. When the police were informed of the missing children, they could not be found anywhere. Traces of them didn’t exist. Parents had lost all hope. Pleas to return the children to their homes scattered the media. Hefty sums were even presented, but no evidence came about… 

BUT THIS IS REALLY HAPPENING

Barkin was lucky to never be investigated. He went back to his old ways and become more focused on med school than ever before. He grieved with his friends that had lost their children, family members, and aquaintances. He attended wakes and activities that mourned the families and asked for any information to come forward - he blended perfectly. After med school, Barkin took up his residency at Warren State Hospital in Pennsylvania. There he would kidnap children from around the small, surrounding towns and continue to abuse, neglect, torture, and murder them. By the time his count was fifteen, he worried the police were too close to his tail. Talk around the town was getting too close to the answer he desperately wanted to hide. Barkin put out applications, frantic to leave the small towns behind and find another location to begin his next killing. The children’s bodies were properly disposed of in Allegheny National Forest where he buried them all in different locations near Kinzua Dam. One application in particular stood out to Barkin - Doctor Wright’s facility in Utah. Far enough on the west coast he might be able to escape the reputation he’d made in Pennsylvania and it incorporated children - right at his fingertips. Frightening in all ways because he would be under the noses of officials to keep himself from getting caught, but brilliant because he would be in a position of trust. Having only just been taken on by Robert, Barkin was looking incredibly promising - something which Robert was willing to take a risk on, whisking him away to Oregon with the rest of his team.

Connections: Ex-colleague to Harry Caldwell, Benjamin Hurst, Louisa Kemp, Ava Madison, Arianna Acker, Kit Rawlings, Becca Wright, Dylan Gale, Danny Trainor, Dana Fellows.

Fortunately, Barkin is TAKEN!