Starter for chloehellahellaprice
The Dark Room was always a lot warmer than it seemed.
From the lights, probably. Jefferson had already shed his jacket, letting it drape on the back of the computer chair. He stood back, arms crossed as he looked at the girl laid out on the white backdrop, not posed yet, but still seemed to be knocked out. That was good, didn't need her fighting him.
Didn't want her awake at all. Could have her eyes open, that made for good pictures, but didn't want her knowing where she was. Recognizing anything.
Chloe Price. Mark hadn't seen all that much of her before, though she seemed quirky when they did interact. Troubled, too. She made a nice subject, he just needed to figure out how to go about this. Firstly, he needed to check to make sure that she was still breathing, that he didn't accidentally overdose her. He made his way over to where she was, bending down and pressing a firm hand against the side of her neck, feeling the heartbeat there. Good.
Mark quickly stood up and made his way over towards the table, pulling out a fresh needle and filled it.
Half dose, it would keep her unconscious if she did end up waking up.
