there are not enough days in the week for all the therapy you need.

HMD

Wed, 06 May 2009 08:12:58 GMT

Anonymous enabled. I have no idea how to turn off IP tracking.

duty is its own reward

Wed, 10 Sep 2008 01:36:40 GMT

There are no longer enough hours in the day. There weren't previously, but now he can feel every minute racing ahead of him, like twigs on the surface of a great river of madness, dragging them all onward to the inevitable drop.

Duty is its own reward, meaning that it's honored with more of the same.

More than ever, the division between what he doesn't want to do and what he feels he has to do fails him. It started as soon as he accepted the position. Anything to mitigate the damage Jonathan Crane had done; he could hardly do worse, or so he'd thought at the time. And until Harvey Dent, he could have said without irony that he thought they were making real headway.

Until Harvey Dent, who he had voted for and watched and been proud of like many other Gotham citizens, with one half of his face burnt into a twisted landscape of scarring and coy hints of bone, entered Arkham through the window of his office by way of Bat. Harvey is the most coherent patient in Arkham. He probably beats a handful of orderlies, too. Harvey makes hats, simmers silently, refuses to talk, talks in circles, reminds him always of the dizzying amount of illegal actions associated with his continued presence. He stares and talks like someone who belongs outside these walls, but then he flips the coin and Huang remembers: can't let him go.

More than ever, the division between what he'd thought he would never do and what he feels would be best fails him. There is a secret that everybody knows but nobody understands: Arkham cannot and does not work. Not the way they want it to. It only works in scraps, in little bits at a time, when Dr. Hill comes in to talk with John, or he makes a breakthrough with Thomas. All he can do is work for those moments while trying to keep his head above water for the rest. If there are enough of these moments, he may help someone out of here. If he works hard enough, there will be more of these moments. If he works hard enough, fighting time, he can help pull somebody back from their gripping systems of madness. If he works hard enough, it will be worth it.

Will it? Harvey Dent wordlessly accuses.

I believe, Huang never says. There's no use trying to justify yourself to madmen.

OOC: If Huang were posted to SWS

Wed, 13 Aug 2008 07:33:43 GMT

Well, I didn't hire Harleen Quinzel.
"Why so serious"? Why not valium?
What is wrong with Arkham guards?
What isn't wrong with Arkham guards?
PROTIP: let's actually watch security tapes.
Surely I can fire other staff.
I regret I'm not Doctor McNinja.

app

Tue, 05 Aug 2008 21:14:16 GMT

[CHARACTER INFO]
CHARACTER NAME: Dr. George Huang
FANDOM: Law & Order: Special Victims Unit
CHRONOLOGY: 2008 season

BACKGROUND: Huang is a forensic psychiatrist and criminal profiler. He analyzes crime scenes and suspects and provides perspective on the actions of both suspects and victims. He works with the SVU team, on loan from the FBI, to prosecute criminals. However, he sticks with his analysis even if it impedes the case. After an intially rocky start, they've since grown to trust his word, as he's helped with countless cases by lending his insight.

Yes, he really is an FBI agent. A tiny one. 5'5", 122 pounds. He is also versed in theology, ethnic studies, and forensics, and speaks fluent Chinese.

This section is woefully short because of the lack of information available. :(

PERSONALITY:
Weirdly calm, mildly sarcastic, and very well-educated, Huang is civility personified. Before working with the SVU, he worked as a counselor for sex offenders to rehabilitate them. After a few years, he quit, frustrated by the lack of progress. Though somewhat cool and reserved, he genuinely cares for the SVU team, and often helps the detectives personally after particularly disturbing cases. He is a firm believer in human rights, sometimes disagreeing with Det. Stabler over the treatment of suspects.

He's not a pacifist, but physically attacking people is just about out of the question for a man of his demeanor and body type. He has been attacked before in the course of working with SVU, and taken a beating. Still, he tends to focus on empathy and rehabilitation than the outright prosecution that the detectives favor.

Huang both likes and is interested in people, despite everything he's seen in his years of counseling and profiling. He would prefer to return to counseling, if only the offenders he worked in were actually interested in rehabilitation. That was what made him leave that job. Dealing with the sometimes ornery SVU team is a different challenge, as he feels obligated to proceed according to his psychiatric ideals and not those of criminal justice.

(Note: the following is player-decided background, to bolster the meager amount of canon information available.)

The interest and desire to help people stem from the experience of having a severely autistic younger sister, and the difficulties of taking care of and understanding her.

CLASS: Hero
SUPERHERO NAME: none
ALTER EGO: Dr. George Huang, psychiatrist
POWER: force fields - translucent domes or bubbles that can withstand great physical force as well as resist magic/energy/elemental attacks. He can generate these around himself or around others (or both at once, if he can concentrate sufficiently). He can also generate them inside people but he would never do that, possibly not even in a life-threatening hostage situation.

COMMUNITY POST SAMPLE: As it is highly unlikely that I entered a fugue state and somehow transported myself across the city to a building whose existance I had not noted before, I think it is justifiable to say something unusual has happened. And is, in fact, still happening. This device allowed me access to some very interesting posts, but I'm hard-pressed to take some of this seriously. I was never into comics growing up, but I recognize some of the names mentioned. Please allow me to present the facts as I understand them, and feel free to correct any errors I've made.

People with "superpowers" exist.
So do sentient robots.
As do Batman, Iron Man, and Captain America.
This city is not New York, despite looking very much like it, but "the City".
I am supposed to be a hero.

THIRD PERSON: Huang considered unplugging the phone, but that would be unconscionable. If anybody really needed his help, even if it was 3:42 at night (in the morning?) they should be able to reach him. Olivia had gone home this evening with a tension to her jaw, and Stabler with that coiled, waiting, mad dog look in his eyes. They were quite a pair. He didn't blame them, though he did feel bad about comparing Stabler to a mad dog. The cases they'd been handling lately would make anybody crazy, but they'd seen a lot. He'd seen a lot, and it made him sorry for the human race. This was what men and women could be driven to. And the men and women who strove to protect others from those wrongful urges could be driven to depths just as dark.

He wasn't a drinker, but he supposed it would be appropriately noir to have one now, and look out the window of his apartment. Never mind the mood music. His mom had wanted him to become a doctor, and not the kind that spent all day morosely staring at crime scene photos and police reports. He sometimes wondered if he'd be happier with more "normal" patients, people with whom more evident progress could be made. Which was not to belittle the field; it was just that patients who sought out psychiatrists were ostensibly interested in getting well, whereas sexual offenders in prison were rarely as cooperative.

Still, he may have reached a few of them. He hoped they would contact him if they did get out of prison and started to lead less harmful lives. They were about the closest thing he had to kids, which was... uh. Yeah. But he wished them the best.