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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Aug 13, 2011 4:18:59 GMT
It had been a long time since the tragic breakdown, and Edward was still feeling the reverberating misfortune that followed him about like a ghoul. His body had deteriorated severely the past month, but within the past week or so, he'd felt better than ever. His weight was nearly back to normal, and he planned to keep things that way. The short ginger hair he'd woken to had remained a part of his appearance now, as opposed to growin it out, and he felt so uch more alive. It appeared things had been getting so much better, so much healthier. His palsy had left him, and he had just begun to walk without the assistance of a cane.
But still, better or not, Doctor Bramsfield was lonely. Wynter had been sneaking away, no doubt to see Elisabeth, and as such he was left empty and waiting, waiting desperately for his wife, or Vaudier, or some companion to join him as he sat on the hillside just beyond where the girls were allowed out to roam for a while
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Post by mirathomas on Aug 13, 2011 20:04:57 GMT
Mira wandered lamely around the yard that the inmates were allowed onto from time to time; she spun her gold wedding band round her finger. The young raven haired woman shielded her eyes from the morning sun; it wasn't very bright out – it never was in London – but the light was still much brighter than that which filtered into Mira's cell in Ward B. As Mira roamed to the edge of lawn she caught sight of a man sitting on the hillside; the man appeared to be Dr. Bramsfield. Mira had, surprisingly, not met the good doctor yet but she had heard...things. Mira continued to stare at the doctor as he sat freely and calmly on the hillside.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Aug 14, 2011 1:57:04 GMT
Doctor Bramsfield stretched his sore and tired legs as he sprawled back, for now remaining in a more docile, silent state, opposed to his violent and domineering nature. He was far too tired to deal with the inmates who longed to bother him. However, a few very young girls scampered by, and he said no complaints, leaving the herding duties to the chasers about the yard. As he turned, he noticed that all of the inmates were watching him intensely.
He turned his green eyes away, his freckled face illuminated by the sunlight. Since his wife's heavy pregnancy, he'd found himself much more lethargic and apathetic.
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Post by mirathomas on Aug 15, 2011 18:01:57 GMT
After fidgeting with her wedding band for several minutes, Mira worked up the courage to approach the doctor. She looked around her and, upon seeing that the chasers were currently occupied with several other inmates running a muck, Mira quickly jogged over to Doctor Bramsfield.
Mira did not know what she hoped to gain from confronting the doctor; perhaps he would one day take her to the city like he had done with his wife. If only Mira could return to London and find her husband, to remind him that she did indeed still exist.
The raven haired inmate came to a stop a few paces from where Doctor Bramsfield sat on the hill. She wrung her hands and chewed on her lip before she finally found her voice, "Hello Doctor; I'm Mira."
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Aug 16, 2011 0:07:56 GMT
Edward twitched a bit as a voice addressing him lilted past his ears, and he turned his freckled, gaunt face toward her. The heavy dose of laudanum he'd self-medicated with set him in a rather permanent and positive disposition in which he felt disinclined to make himself as imposing as he liked to be.
He smiled up at the woman with a senile, out-of-touch glaze over his emerald eyes and sniffed a bit, dabbing at his runny nose with his lace handkerchief. "Do I know you young one?" He asked softly. Surely he was the oldest one in the yard...to the Doctor, 42 was outlandishly old.
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Post by mirathomas on Aug 16, 2011 0:50:32 GMT
Mira was slightly taken aback by the doctor's soft tone; from what she had heard about the man she was expecting him to shoo her away or call a chaser over to have her dragged off. But, to Mira, Doctor Bramsfield seemed slightly out-of-it; probably from his recent bout of sickness.
The inmate shook her head, “No, you do not know me. We have yet to meet.” Mira kept her voice low and shifted from foot-to-foot, partly out of fear, not just of the doctor but also of the chasers, she was afraid that she would soon be spotted and taken away to God-knew where.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Aug 16, 2011 1:28:53 GMT
"Oh hello" he said softly and watched her shift back and forth with curious eyes. He held out a bony, delicate hand towards her and smiled a bit. It felt so off, so different being a kind and senile doctor. But what could he do? Not one evil bone in his body was twinging, aside from the one in his pants, which never shut up around women.
"I'm Doctor Bramsfield. I...well...I forget what I was going to say..." he whispered. He noticed a naughty girl sneaking past him the chasers, and for a moment breaks free from himself. "YOU THERE! Ungreatful bitch! Get your unworthy ass back to the partitioned area!!" He barked fiercely. Within moments he was calm and collected, and turned back to the girl with glazed eyes "Anywho. Hello!" He giggled
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Post by mirathomas on Aug 18, 2011 6:08:26 GMT
Mira's body stiffened as Doctor Bramsfiled hollered at a fellow inmate who had slipped past the chasers. She was confused by the doctor's behavior, one moment he was calm then yelling then calm once more. I should have just stayed in my cell, Mira thought to herself. She was just as confused by her own behavior. Here she was locked up in an insane asylum waiting for her husband to come retrieve her but instead of just sitting patiently, as she usually did, she was about to solicit help from a possibly unstable doctor. I should not be doing this...
Mira pushed her thoughts aside and excepted the doctor's outstretched hand, "Hello."
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Aug 18, 2011 19:30:23 GMT
Edward slipped his gnarled fingers into Mira's and gave her hand a strong shake. Something in his mind cried out, and his naughty youthfullness registered that it was indeed a woman presenting herself to him, in any case. He couldn't help himself. "I...don't believe I was informed of any new inmates. Please do come into my office and we'll get you registered," his voice takes on a more dominating tone. He stands from his comfortable perch on the hillside, towering above the girl at his unnaturally tall stature
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Post by mirathomas on Aug 18, 2011 21:45:33 GMT
Mira swallowed hard as she gazed up at the doctor who now towered over her. This was a mistake. So far, the inmate had slipped through the cracks as it were and had not been properly evaluated by anyone at the Asylum though she had been there for quite some time. But now, and somewhat against her better judgement, she was practically throwing herself at Doctor Bramsfield.
"All right," the raven haired inmate managed an uneasy, somewhat terrified smile.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Aug 19, 2011 2:09:35 GMT
"Oh come now. I'm only going to have a little fun with you..." he hissed delightedly as he tugged her along toward the asylum, his white chiffon shirt billowing in the wind as he went.
(This thread will be moved to PM, if you don't mind)
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