Lenore Sinclair
Inmate
Inmate A, Cell 27, Ward B
Not crazy, just too genius
Posts: 120
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Post by Lenore Sinclair on Feb 8, 2012 6:46:07 GMT
As the carriage made its way up the hill, Lenore was bounced around in her seat from a rough patch of road. Despite being scuffed, bruised, & tightly bound in her straight waistcoat, she bore an almost triumphant grin. The chase leading up to her capture had been the most fun she'd had in ages.
The youth recounted the events in their proper order. Her favorite uncle broke the news that he & her aunt were there to take her to the Asylum. She first feigned complacency, then leapt out the open first floor window at the right moment. The ensuing chase took her all over London. At Mr. Jackal's insistence, she took to the rooftops & very nearly had a fatal fall. Two hours and many pounds worth of property damage later, she saw the countryside approaching. Lenore recalled her surprise when she ran straight into a frustrated officer & her disappointment upon being shackled. They may have won this battle, but she was determined not to lose the war.
The abrupt tug on her collar's chain snapped Lenore out of her reverie. She looked up at the Asylum & frowned. There was no going back. Lenore reluctantly walked up to the entrance with her chaser, suddenly quite annoyed that the straight waistcoat was wrinkling her (uncle's) military jacket. Her boots were also muddy. Her whole morning had been devoted to making them pristine and now they were positively filthy. They must be shined as soon as possible.
Absorbed was she in her obsessive thoughts, that she didn't even notice the doors right in front of her.
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Post by Madam Mournington on Feb 8, 2012 10:33:21 GMT
The main gates screeched open and out stepped a middle aged woman. She had a tired look upon her face - Slight bags underneath her eyes, the hair not perfectly put up. But despite all that, she seemed determined and her dark eyes were icecold and hard. The snow damped all sounds, and only the whinnying from the horses could be heard.
Madam Mournington walked forward and looked at the girl. Delusional this one. With a wave of her hand she invited the chaser and his prey inside. "So..." she exclaimed and stepped closer to Leonore. "Do you know why you are here?" she asked and raised an eyebrow.
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Lenore Sinclair
Inmate
Inmate A, Cell 27, Ward B
Not crazy, just too genius
Posts: 120
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Post by Lenore Sinclair on Feb 8, 2012 17:36:24 GMT
Lenore stared at her for a couple seconds and smiled disarmingly as she was led inside. She knew this new woman was not one to be trifled with. Although perhaps she could reason with her...
"I'm here because my relatives have made a terrible mistake. They think I'm mad. I assure you that I'm not."
After speaking, she frowned. That wasn't a reason at all, just a desperate plea. Lenore glanced at the side and glared. Mr. Jackal was laughing at her. Some help he was. He was the sole reason she was in this mess to begin with.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Feb 8, 2012 19:47:49 GMT
(OOC: May I request that I may step into this in a few posts. Bring her to the headmaster <3)
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Post by Madam Mournington on Feb 8, 2012 21:59:44 GMT
"Oh, dear." Madam Mournington made a grimace, supposedly a smile, and patted Leonore on the cheek. "First part of recovery is accepting your illness. I'm quite sure we will make a progress. Now, if you please, come with me." It was more a gesture to the chaser since Leonore was quite unable to come along by herself. "I think it would do good if you had yourself a little chat with our dear Headmaster, Doctor Bramsfield. I assure you, he is a gentleman."
The last part was said with a fairly obvious sarcasm, but the madam could not care less. Once a girl was in, she was in.
(OOC: More than welcome ;D)
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Lenore Sinclair
Inmate
Inmate A, Cell 27, Ward B
Not crazy, just too genius
Posts: 120
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Post by Lenore Sinclair on Feb 8, 2012 23:17:28 GMT
Walking along as the chaser lead her by the chain, Lenore looked around at her surroundings. Everything seemed to be in order, but there was something dreadfully wrong all the same. Perhaps it was what the madam wasn't saying. Yes... listening to the unspoken word as well as the spoken word. It was a very difficult art, but Lenore was determined to perfect it. Her mother always told her it was vitally important.
"I'm really not ill, ma'am. Mum never said I was & I know she would have told me so..." Lenore trailed off as she wondered what sort of man Doctor Bramsfield was. Judging from the way the madam talked about him, she knew to be on her guard.
As quickly as her mind flitted to the concept of the Headmaster (which her mind imagined him to be hulking and terrifying with glowing red eyes), Lenore thought about what the rest of the Asylum was like. What were the other girls like? Were they genuinely mad or were they here by mistake like she was? Did the Asylum have books? If so, what sort of books did it house? Would she even be allowed to read them?
Frowning, all Lenore wanted more than anything in the world right now was a copy of Homer's Iliad to get lost in.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Feb 9, 2012 1:31:40 GMT
"Have I not instructed you great oafs to...oh, hello!" The tall and slender Doctor Bramsfield loped fluidly down the staircase into the foyer, shouting angrily at the slacking chasers. His barking orders were cut short by the interruption of the sight before him.
So here was the new girl they'd been whispering about through the ranks. The chasers had already begun to gossip. With a soft and warm smile, Edward turned to his colleague and set a hand on her shoulder. He registered the slight distrust in her eyes and replied with a sneer. Quite like women to doubt the men who held power over them. His physical demeanor stayed perfectly poised, though his face had hardened a bit.
"Dearest Madame, care you to accompany this child to my office?" He said, drawing back his shoulders as he drew away his hand. "I don't believe she should be left alone. And besides. Aeodhan is awake and requests your companionship."
His cool emerald eyes turned to the girl, whom he had ignored until now, and he looked upon her with an apprehensively accusatory gaze. He'd heard she was wild. One of the chasers who had watched over her entry to the building had let slip she wouldn't comply. It was these girls he liked best. They proved to be much more of.a challenge.
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Lenore Sinclair
Inmate
Inmate A, Cell 27, Ward B
Not crazy, just too genius
Posts: 120
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Post by Lenore Sinclair on Feb 9, 2012 4:38:26 GMT
The very instant the Doctor looked at her, Lenore knew she had just crossed paths with the ultimate predator. Like the madam, he too, was not to be trifled with. However, the man gave her an unsettled feeling. Lenore held the belief that predators deserve a certain amount of respect, but she refused to be his prey.
Mentally steeling herself for the worst, she returned his gaze with the intensity of a hardened soldier. Lenore would not be the one to look away first.
As she stared him down, she took that opportunity to size him up. He was considerably taller than she was. His age factored into her favor. It was likely that his muscles may not be as well-trained in the art of combat and evasiveness as her own. Despite that, she figured his strength was greater than hers. However, she most likely had speed as her greatest strength. Perhaps she could find a blunt object in his office with which to defend herself. Lenore blinked, her expression becoming a disgruntled glare when a thought struck her.
She was the one stuck in the waistcoat and manacles, rendering her previous thoughts moot for the moment. Still, she could work around the handicap. Lenore gave the Doctor a cheerful grin that was equally obnoxious.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Doctor."
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Post by Madam Mournington on Feb 9, 2012 11:51:15 GMT
"Of course Bramsfield," she answered with the same grimace - a smile - and lifted her hands in a gesture saying "all yours". She appreciated the doctors work, but she never liked his touch. "I'm sure she needs an introduction to all this. Especially her mental illness." She looked back at Leonore and raised an eyebrow.
This one was undoubtedly quite insane. Not like some of the other girls. Yes, they were not correct in either manner nor mind, but this one was one of the interesting cases. She lead the little group going. Up a few stairs, round some corners. A scream was heard in the distance, but she just frowned. "Don't worry. It's treatment. It usually works."
Madam Mournington had put a pressure on usually and snapped her fingers in an odd sort of joy. After a few minutes of walking down the corridors, they arrived at office wing. "If you would care to look after her, I will go and see to my duties. Enjoy your stay, girl." Her heels made a hard clicking sound on the floor, and she was gone. Leonore left alone with the Headmaster. //Out
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Feb 9, 2012 16:33:37 GMT
"Oh dear. I believe I'll have to amuse him myself, it seems" he said somewhat bitterly as the woman made her way down the hallway at a fast pace, leaving them in the dust. With a heavy sigh, he had the chasers escort the girl into his office, where she was shoved harshly into a chair opposite his desk.
He sat himself comfortably behind the desk in his rolling chair and stacked some papers expectantly. "Name" he said sharply "Full name, birthday, and age" he requested.
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Lenore Sinclair
Inmate
Inmate A, Cell 27, Ward B
Not crazy, just too genius
Posts: 120
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Post by Lenore Sinclair on Feb 9, 2012 17:15:59 GMT
Lenore's eye twitched slightly after being forced into the chair. She promptly sat straight up in as dignifying a position as she could get & rattled off the requested information with an air of boredom.
"Lenore Sinclair. July 31, 1823. Seventeeen."
She drew out the sound of the last "e". It was a nice vowel that deserved to be drawn out. After all, "e"s were everywhere. Eve, epilogue, epsilon, bell, tell, feel, fell...
Besides that, saying "e"s made it easier to smile. Lenore loved smiles almost as much as Mr. Jackal.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Feb 9, 2012 22:26:23 GMT
"Seventeeen, then" Replied the doctor with equal boredom, not to be bested. His delicate handwriting worked swiftly across the paper across each handwritten line and space. "Height, weight, ethnicity" he said, though the tertiary of the requests was quite obvious as it was.
As he wrote, he peered over his half-moon spectacles at the bedraggly-haired girl who had been making a sad attempt at looking dignified. As if a mad girl could look dignified in a place like this. No, she held no bearing over his judgement of sanity. Her prsonality and wandering expressions said it all.
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Lenore Sinclair
Inmate
Inmate A, Cell 27, Ward B
Not crazy, just too genius
Posts: 120
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Post by Lenore Sinclair on Feb 10, 2012 1:20:09 GMT
Smiling, Lenore answered his three requests. It was like playing 20 questions, except she wasn't playing with her cat, the questions weren't as interesting, and they weren't taking bets with strips of cooked chicken. Still, she may as well have fun while she can.
"5 foot, 4 inches, 105 pounds, & Welsh. Sir."
She looked around his office for any sign of books. Maybe he liked Greek epics too. If nothing else, perhaps he had some interesting medical texts befitting of his doctor title.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Feb 10, 2012 4:28:33 GMT
"Eye colour, hair colour, and skin colour..." The man said quietly to himself, listing these items by his own sight.
The girl amused him greatly. How comical it was, how she tried to appear flippant and enjoyable. Soon enough she would meet the real world - the one no real people lived in. Soon she would be privy to all their horrors and all their secrets. And most of all, she would meet the girls just like her who had been broken of their horrible traits, all thanks to the venerable Doctor Bramsfield.
The mere thought puffed his gaunt chest a bit and he let out a twisted grin of pride. For surely it was prideful to be the head of such a productive facility.
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Lenore Sinclair
Inmate
Inmate A, Cell 27, Ward B
Not crazy, just too genius
Posts: 120
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Post by Lenore Sinclair on Feb 10, 2012 6:49:22 GMT
"But you can already see those... oh..." She saw he was already writing them down. That should have been obvious, but she missed it in her search for books. Lenore looked at the Doctor & felt a shiver creep up her spine upon viewing his expression. In that instant, she knew she would have to fight. She shifted with restless energy as her adrenaline coursed through her veins.
She looked at Mr. Jackal, who was floating upside-down beside her. He was stretching his face in ways faces don't normally stretch. Lenore leaned over and whispered to him.
"What should I do? This guy looks like he'd rather eat me than help me!"
"Shiver his timbers & call him Shirley!"
"How the bloody hell do you shiver timbers anyway?! You're supposed to be helpful! No eggshells for you, mister!" Lenore didn't realize she'd raised her voice to a shout.
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