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Post by Rabid Rebecca on Jul 24, 2011 11:13:50 GMT
Rebecca whined, putting her slender, bruised arm through the bars on the gate, reaching towards the carriage as it faded into the distance. "DON'T LEAVE ME HERE!" She screeched, kicking and hitting her head of the bars. "There are no dogs here...only people..." She muttered to herself as she looked up at the large asylum, hoping no-one would notice her so she could sneak out and find her pack again. She shrank into the bars, keeping one bony hand wrapped around the bars behind her.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Jun 24, 2012 21:41:15 GMT
"Ah, it seems we have a new addition to our lovely family" said the tall and gaunt Doctor Bramsfield as he loomed over the bars of the woman's cage. He leered at her and curled his lips into a sneer before putting a bony hand against the bars of the door. "Tell me. Why do my chasers have the need to lock you up so soon when they should have taken you to my office for admissions, mm?" He asked, condescension dripping from his voice "Are you far too...rabid...for their strength? I've come to you to admit you, instead of vice versa."
He pulled a stool from the small watchroom nearby and set it down, sitting wide-legged and relaxed on it with a pen and paper in hand. "State your name, age, and whereabouts are you from?" He said boredly, as though this were the most menial job in his existence.
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Post by Rabid Rebecca on Jul 25, 2012 22:51:43 GMT
Rebecca spun quickly as she heard the voice behind her, drawing her lips back over her teeth as she growled at the tall man, not seeming to mind that he was over a foot taller and could easily overpower her. The fact she was locked in the cage did not help her in the slightest. She ignored his question about why she had to be locked inthe cage,and turned her head away from him in defiance. She inhaled sharply at the rabid comment, as a paper white hand reached up to touch the collar concealing the ugly scars on her neck, the darkness of the collar and the pallor of her skin contrasting greatly.
Rebecca couldn't help but watch the man from the corner of her eye, slightly intrigued by how casual he was acting, she was an asylum inmate after all. His voice snapped her out her momentary daze, as she turned away again in a rather childish..well, a huff was the best way to put it. She didn't want to be here, so why should she give him the satisfaction of being good and answering his every question? She knew she was being ridiculous, but Rebecca wanted to see how far this man could be pushed.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Jul 26, 2012 0:10:42 GMT
"So you're one of those then, are you?" He shrugged, tossing aside the papers and scooting forward towards the bars. he rested his hands casually on them where he could withdraw them quickly if needed, and sneered. "You really think you have any impression on me, you obnoxious little shit?"
He laughed a pitiless laugh and gazed at her for a while "Remind me to get you into our standard-issue shifts as soon as possible. Those clothes will never do." he said, more to himself than anything. He closed his emerald eyes and sighed heavily, growing impatient. "Perhaps if you're good, you'll earn yourself something nice. A biscuit maybe, or some tea. How about that?" he asked, shrugging.
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Post by Rabid Rebecca on Jul 26, 2012 0:35:51 GMT
Rebecca looked up at his hands, as they rested on the bars, not too far away from where she sat. It was clear in her gaze that she was contemplating whether or not it was worth it, she may not even be able to get hold of them because of the bars that seperated them. Her gaze snapped to his eyes as he called her an 'obnoxious little shit.' She raised herself as high as the bars would allow, as she would never back down and cower in fear to someone like him "I am not an obnoxious little shit, as you put it. I merely do not trust you, and I am trying to see how far you can be pushed is all..." She answered truthfully, still with her eyes fixed on the doctor's.
She shrugged as he brought up her clothes, smirking slightly as she challenged him. "I'd like to see anyone try take them off, I bite you know..." She snapped, now that she had got some form of a reaction out the man, she wouldn't back down. She admitted though, a cup of tea would of been wonderful at the moment, but she still didn't want to back down, she knew if she did, he would see that this current mess she was in actually scared her slightly.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Jul 26, 2012 16:33:46 GMT
"Such a pity, then. We have a few chasers who adore biters." He smirked, rising to stand as well. He was a good foot taller than she, standing at six feet and three inches tall. His poise was refined and yet quite imposing. This was a man who wouldn't be pushed far. His eyes flashed fire for a moment and he lunged at the bars, overcome with the fury that sometimes visited him in swings, along with any other mood his body decided upon enduring.
He snarled fiercely, but a smirk was in his eye. He was not one to be bested. "I suggest you either shut your sorry trap and answer these questions, however menial or tedious they may be, or you will find yourself without food or water for quite a while. Worse yet, you continue on with this snarky attitude of yours and I'll make sure you're first on the list for leeching this evening. And I'll be the one treating you." He said with a hearty laugh, enthused by the idea of torturing the poor wench.
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Post by Rabid Rebecca on Jul 26, 2012 18:43:56 GMT
"Well then I'm sure we'll get along just swell..." Rebecca answered sarcastically, never taking her gaze off the man. She got a fright as he suddenly lunged at her, as she pressed herself against the bars at the back, an accidental whimper left her lips. Rebecca calmed down slightly as she noticed the bars still between them. As she straightened again, she glared up at him, though cursed herself for reacting as she did.
An involuntary shudder racked her body at the mention of water, she usually had to be forced to drink or bathe in it. "I wouldn't mind the lack of water...and I'm sure I could find food elsewere." Rebecca muttered, though loud enough for the doctor to hear. "You'd leech me?! You are getting pleasure out of this though...aren't you? Sick..." Rebecca growled, as usual, she never did think before she spoke, but she could see the enjoyment on his face.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Jul 27, 2012 0:15:46 GMT
"Oh yes. A common method of punishment on top of a madness reliever. Maybe it will take away your rabid tendencies" he snapped and sneered at her. "Ah, Willian..." he called for a chaser, who stepped up eagerly, a twisted grin on his face. "Do take her to Lymer's laboratories, yes?" Doctor Bramsfield smirked, feeling pride. Just to scare her, he lunged again at the bars.
To see her flinch was a victory, and he smirked wickedly "There's my little coward. Come now. Do you want to take a journey to the leeching laboratory with me?" He offered a hand that did not extend past the bars.
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Post by Rabid Rebecca on Jul 27, 2012 0:36:55 GMT
"That's wishful thinking..." Rebecca muttered, as she watched the man he called Willian with a predatory glint in her eye. A hand flew up to her neck as she was lunged at again. She growled up at him, her mind temporarily distracted from the other man as she moved slowly closer to the doctor.
"I am not a coward, more importantly, I am not your coward." Rebecca snapped back, refusing to let him call her such names again. She looked down at her arms, our more importantly, the open and closed gashes running across them. She highly doubted there would even be a clear patch of skin showing for those horrid leeches, unless they removed her clothes, but she would never let that happen. Especially not with the doctor there.
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Flora Selene
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Inmate A, Cell 18, Ward A
Madness is a curse, unbreakable, unavoidable.
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Post by Flora Selene on Jul 27, 2012 0:46:09 GMT
Flora heard the yelling from down the corridor. `She`s not afraid of you! She`s definitely no coward either! She`s braver than you!` Flora said loudly from down the corridor. She quickly shut her mouth, biting her lip hard. Flora could taste the blood in her mouth, the taste of rust and salt. Scrunching her nose, she spotted a rat scurry past the cells. Perhaps it was going somewhere, Flora thought to herself. Attachments:
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Post by Rabid Rebecca on Jul 27, 2012 0:59:37 GMT
Rebecca heard the shouting from down the hall, not knowing who had shouted, but watched the doctor's reaction closely, a small, crazy smile appearing on her lips as her single brown eye flicked between the door and the doctor. "She's right though... You victimize women smaller than yourself, weaker too. That shows how 'brave' you are..."
Rebecca didn't regret her words, though a feeling started building up inside her, yet part of her desperately tried to push the worried feelings away. She knew that she was in trouble though - if they got her out the cage that is. She knew that she was cornered in the cage, yet if someone was in with her, she thought she might be able to win if a fight broke out.
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Flora Selene
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Inmate A, Cell 18, Ward A
Madness is a curse, unbreakable, unavoidable.
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Post by Flora Selene on Jul 27, 2012 1:09:43 GMT
`She`s right!`Flora shouted, agreeing with the girl. She sighed to herself, silently talking with River. `River, if you even think of doing that, I will be mad at you.`Waiting a moment for an answer she replied: `Raven and Puppie are my friends. They will never side with you. You just bully them around.` Attachments:
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Aug 2, 2012 23:06:14 GMT
((Just a reminder, keep your posts a bit longer, please. Something akin to ten-fifteen sentences or more.))
"Oh hush you." He snapped fiercely. Now she was trying his patience, and this new inmate was not something he needed to be egging him on. He stomped down to her cell, fury raging through him, and slammed his fist on the girl's bars. "Do me a damn favour and shut your whore mouth!" He shouted in a fit of rage that overtook him like a storm. He did not understand the sudden fury, but he liked it, felt powerful with it.
He returned to Rebecca's cell door and snarled "I'm giving you one last chance. Come now and answer some simple godforsaken questions, or, I'll be damned if you see the light of day again" he snapped, "I've got plenty of ways to keep you occupied. We have a cell--a horrible cell--deep beneath the earth where I'd be glad to keep you locked up for a month. It's still covered in my own blood" he smirked, a twisted, wicked smirk.
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Flora Selene
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Inmate A, Cell 18, Ward A
Madness is a curse, unbreakable, unavoidable.
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Post by Flora Selene on Aug 2, 2012 23:21:27 GMT
Flora heard him coming down the hallway towards her. She held back a grin as he stormed, clearly amused. Flora thought about a million things at this time, but there was something she needed to say to the man. "You're furious because you know I'm right." She bit down on her lip harder than necessary, a little droplet of blood formed and she discreetly licked it away. "But yes," she began again, "if you'd like me to shut my mouth, I will. But God only knows how long." He stared at her, face red, with a powerful aura. She listened to him scowl, and head back towards the other girl's cell. Hearing the threats he posed, she couldn't help wonder what was to come next for the other girl. Flora felt a wave of panic, and began talking to River on what she should do about this. There was no solid answer. "Thanks a lot River," she said sarcastically, "you're a wise one today." Attachments:
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Post by Rabid Rebecca on Aug 2, 2012 23:31:06 GMT
Rebecca watched with interest as the doctor stomped off, looking surprised at the anger he was showing towards the other girl, leaning closer to her bars to see the girl that had defended her. She was slightly shocked, the girl looked like any normal lady you could see on the streets of London, not at all what Rebecca would hace expected in a Lunatic Asylum.
Rebecca looked startled as the tall man towered over her again, as she looked at him almost like she had forgot his existence. "I'll answer your 'godforsaken' questions if it makes you happy..." She said with a growl, but smirked slightly after she said it, "But I won't promise when I answer them, and covered with YOUR blood you say...?" She asked, the predatory glint back in her brown eye.
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