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Post by Clara Lockehart on Aug 15, 2011 4:17:57 GMT
((ooc: Basically continued from the inmate form.))
Clara jumped and continued shivering as the last gates closed behind her. She had never felt as scared as she did at that moment.
The building before her was dark and unforgiving. She whined at the thought of what could await her inside. When she saw the sign for the establishment, she panicked, realizing her true fate.
"Papa, please!I lied! I won't do it again.Oh god, please!"
Her father smacked her harshly across the face,"Do not take the Lords name in vain, you whorish abomination!"
Clara wrenched her arm from her father's grip, and ran the other way, throwing herself against the gates, screaming the whole way, "Help!HELP! I'm different, not insane, HELP!"
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Aug 20, 2011 3:54:35 GMT
"Oh, but you ARE insane," said a soft and dominating voice, just over the hysteric girl's shoulder, "You choose to deny it, but the proof is right here in front of me."
Behind Clara stood a tall and dominating redhead, dressed head to toe in shockingly white surgical garb, a scalpel still clutched in his bony, clawlike hand. The wind whipped his chin-length ginger hair whipped about violently in the wind, exposing his gaunt and freckled face.
He turned briefly to the chasers flanking the girl and her father, muttering something to the one closer to him. Both of them left immediately, leaving Doctor Edward Bramsfield alone with his prey and her father.
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Post by Clara Lockehart on Aug 22, 2011 5:20:20 GMT
Clara whipped around. The sudden voice had startled her. She wiped tears away, not thinking to hide the wounds on her wrists.
She shivered. She did not want to be alone with these men.
As she glanced around for anywhere to run, her father spoke up, "I trust she will be....taken care of. I found her committing un-godly behavior.She wont listen to reason, and her mother and I can only do so much."
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Aug 22, 2011 5:48:33 GMT
"Only if you can supply the small fee, good sir" Doctor Bramsfield said softly, turning to face the man near him, "You may be assured that this fine young lady will do well in our caring facilities. Worry not for the safety of the inmates--I mean-the patients. We take good care of them" he smirked, nearly benevolently, and placed his bony hand upon Clara's shoulder
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Post by Clara Lockehart on Aug 23, 2011 1:07:35 GMT
Clara noticed the doctor's falter, and shivered out of his touch, although she stayed where she stood out of fear. Her father,however,noticed nothing."I will pay whatever is needed."
Clara bit her lip,trying to restrain herself from crying again. This was it.
((ooc: Feel free to send him away...I'm finding it hard to play a douche,lol.))
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Aug 23, 2011 6:09:17 GMT
"I shall expect your gold arriving in my office within a fortnight, then, sir" he said with a curt nod and half a bow, lapsing through another pesky personality change and morphing into his predatorial state once the girl's father was out of sight "Now. My dear" he hissed through his teeth, "DO follow me into your new, permanent home" he said with embellishment, his hand clamping down tightly on her shoulder, long nails digging into her flesh, "We have much to attend to and much to do to get you settled in" His voice was nearly singsong in nature, although holding a more sinister note
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