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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Oct 30, 2011 4:24:09 GMT
"No" he said simply, drawing out the single syllable like a lavish taste across his tongue.
"Shift off. If it is any condolance, I won't be looking" he said, adjusting the checks and balances until the scale was ready for for its upcoming occupant
His eyes roamed the girl once more, this time only reading her emotions and her demeanor. His green eyes softened for a moment, as did his personality. He cracked a sentimental smile and clicked his tongue.
"You look just like Wynter did" he said, trailing off as he recalled that horrid bitch, the mother of his gorgeous Aeodhan who left the child outside his office and fled in the night.
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Post by Amelia Jacobson on Oct 30, 2011 8:18:59 GMT
It wasn't much of a condolence, but she didn't want him to force her into removing it. That would have made it worse because she would have fought him. Still, she had great reluctance.
Amelia hadn't the heart to ask who Wynter was as she stepped out of her shift. It was then that she realized, once again, how frightfully cold this place made her. Goosebumps rose at once on her skin. The birthmark that none had seen was visible, a round splotch on the smooth skin of the right side of her stomach. It had lightened to a soft pink but she remembered her parents saying that it had been red as a bloody strawberry when she was born.
She stepped up and onto the scale, a rosy blush lighting up her pale cheeks. She knew that the scale would not read very much for her weight and wondered what the doctor would say to that. He wouldn't be the first to remark upon how thin she was. What with her weight and height, all she Amelia needed was a pair of elf wings and she would have looked completely natural skipping through some wild forest.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Oct 30, 2011 21:19:44 GMT
After a long and drawn out moment of pause as Doctor Bramsfield adjusted the weights, he clicked his tongue and wrote her weight in his log book, glancing back at her.
"Very well then, my dear, you are dismissed" he said, holding out her shift with a gentle hand.
When she had taken it from him, he curled his fingers in, appraising his long nails for a moment as if to distract himself. Without another word, he patted her shoulder for a moment softly and shuffled back to his desk to file away her paperwork
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Post by Amelia Jacobson on Oct 31, 2011 1:34:08 GMT
Amelia quickly put on her shift and covered herself. It wasn't much relief from the cold, but it was better than nothing. She rubbed her wrists around the manacles. It was odd that he could be so courteous at one moment and then almost feral the next. Was this how she appeared to other when shifted between highs and lows? Amelia couldn't remember ever being so virulent. But he was perfectly calm now...
Her weight shifted from foot to foot in her black and white striped stockings. She looked up from the floor to doctor. "Where am I...supposed to go, Sir?"
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Oct 31, 2011 3:41:17 GMT
"Vaudier will take you out" he said simply, waving the girl away as he shuffled off into his bedchambers once again, scooping up his son with a joyful air and flopping back on his four-poster bed, holding the toddler high above him with careful hands.
The same brunette who had ushered her into the Doctor's office returned to her side, fastening her manacles once again and leading her to the door "Down to your cell now, missy" he mumbled, pulling her along down the hallways and to a large hallway, flanked on both sides by numerous cells, some of which were occupied, others which were currently empty.
"In ya' go, missy" Vaudier said softly, pressing her into an empty cell, removing her manacles, and locking the door behind him, setting off once again for Doctor Bramsfield's offices.
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