Cell 27 (Open to all)

[Lenore Sinclair]

"Excellent... look at how beautiful this is, Mr. Jackal," exclaimed an excited Lenore as she stood back from the wall to admire her work.

Upon arriving in her cold cell, she took to searching and poking and prodding every inch of her little prison. Gleefully, she discovered two metal spoons and promptly put them to work. Lenore set to carve a large scale perfect copy of Metatron's Cube into one of the larger walls. Each circle was chiseled in with precision and not one of the five platonic solids was out of place. Unfortunately, her work was not quite finished, but it was getting close. The wall was difficult to work with and the spoon was hardly the ideal tool for the job. Still, she made it work. The spoon-carving gave the geometric shape a primitive charm.

Looking out the window, the now quite dirty girl noticed the sun was just beginning to rise. Lenore resumed her carving. The Cube was necessary to ward off the demons and foul creatures from the mirror land. She doubted it would work on Doctor Bramsfield, but maybe it would protect her from his unpleasantness. Maybe.

Lenore sneezed, spreading grey dust everywhere but mostly on herself. It didn't really matter. She was going to be hosed off in a couple hours with the Asylum's definition of a bath. That would give her plenty of time to finish this little project up.

[Rosemary-Louise]

Upon entering the asylum, Rosemary-Louise immediately felt at home. She couldn't exactly put a finger on why that was, but she had never seen so many beautifully deranged girls all in one place and she loved it. She felt they were all like her in a way. Wildly misunderstood and looking for something that no one else could give them or possibly understand.

She'd been taken to a room, where she was stripped searched, and immediately ushered new clothes: a plain white scrub and matching pants.
"Cell 21, Ward B is going to be your new home for an indefinite amount a time," the big guy who met her at the gates had told her.

Then he promptly dropped her off in her room and left. There was a bed with no sheets - "Your father said you were very suicidal. We don't want you trying to hang yourself," the man had told her - a sink and a toilet.
This is a prison cell! she thought angrily to herself. Where do they get off treating us like this? Stupid pricks.

She was grateful when they told her that it was free time, but she could not, for the life of her, fathom why they would call it "'free' time." Sure, they had places to go, but they couldn't go wherever they pleased. That wasn't free at all.
Folding her arms across her chest, Rosemary made her way down the hall.

She peeked inside each room, and they were either empty or the girls didn't peak her interest, until she looked inside cell 27. The art work on the wall immediately caught her attention, as did the pretty girl in the room.

"Wow," she said softly before continuing with, "what is it?"

(OOC: I know you said it was open, but I still want to make sure it is okay that I intruded. You are okay with this, right?)

[Lenore Sinclair]

Turning around to look at who addressed her, Lenore spotted a beautiful girl with stunning red hair. She'd always loved the odd color, the more vibrant the better. She smiled at her & answered, glad someone had taken an interest in her work.

"It's Metatron's Cube. It incorporates all 5 of the platonic solids & is derived from the Fruit of Life. The Fruit here, represents the basis of everything we and the world around us. The five platonic solids each represent the five basic elements." Lenore traced out each individual element with her finger. She took in a deep breath, excited that her first contact with one of the inmates was an intelligent one. She continued.

"Since this shape was a gift from Metatron for all of humanity, I find it best to use to ward off malevolent spirits. Given the nature of this place, it seemed like a good idea."

As she spoke, Lenore rocked back and forth on her feet in rhythm to her pace of speech. It was the result of having far too much energy and being unable to let it out. Then it occurred to her, she didn't even know this girl's name. How rude she'd be if she didn't inquire!

"What is your name, miss? Missus? Miss? I'm Lenore Sinclair," said the dark-haired girl with a slight tilt to her head. This lady looked much more mature that the title of missus seemed more likely. More woman and less girl. Lenore's mouth formed a small frown. She hoped she hadn't offended the nice girl with her confusion regarding title.

((OOC: I'm perfectly okay with it, thank you! c: ))

[Rosemary-Louise]

Rosemary's eyes widened with interest as the girl explained her artwork to her. She had always been a fan of all things art and was always open to learning new things.

"What is your name, miss? Missus? Miss? I'm Lenore Sinclair," the pretty dark-haired girl said. Her hair was black and long, and she was probably standing at 5'5 or 5'6, a perfect height for a woman in Rosemary's eyes compared to her 5'4.

Rosemary-Louise giggled at the girls obvious confusion and said, "I'm Rosemary-Louise Jones. You can call me Rose or Louise or whatever comes to mind because I don't mind. If my mother had her way I would be missus, but nevertheless I am only Miss Rosemary."

She walked further into the room and sat on Lenore's bed and tilted her head slightly to the left and stared at the art work some more. "I really like it and I like what it means and stands for. Do you think you could make one in my room, too?" Rose looked over at Lenore and blushed when she saw her giving her a funny look. "I'm sorry. I don't ever respect people's personal boundaries." She stood up from the bed. "I hope that didn't make you uncomfortable or stop you from wanting to be my friend..."


(OOC: All right. I just had to make sure .)

[Lenore Sinclair]

Lenore felt relieved when Rosemary didn't express anger or offense at her confusion. She smiled happily at her.

"Then I shall call you Rose, although your whole name is quite pretty."

Perhaps her stay at the asylum wouldn't be so bad, especially now that she seemed to be making a friend. Although shel realized, Rosemary would be her first human friend. Human friends acted much differently from Mr. Jackal, who was loud and crude in comparison. Lenore watched as Rosemary sat on her bed while she spoke, then blinked when she stood and apologized.

"It's okay, Rose. I'm not really used to other people," she giggled awkwardly before continuing with a bright smile. "I'd be happy to be your friend, Rose! And if you tell me where you want it, I can carve a Cube for you as well."

[Rosemary-Louise]

Rosemary sat back down on the bed and folded her legs Indian style. She was surprised to find that she actually liked Lenore. Her and other girls never really got along. They didn't like the reputation she had, and even if they had liked it their parents wouldn't have let them out with her...

"Thank you," she said. "I'm quite fond of my name. Years ago I was told that I was going to be named after my mother: Elizabeth Jane O'Hara the Second. My dad shot that idea right to hell immediately, though, and I'm glad. I probably would have killed myself if I was named after my mother." Rosemary grinned suddenly at Lenore, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "My mother is crazy." She laughed hysterically for a moment before calming down. "I'm sorry. That probably wasn't funny to you, but it was funny to me and I had to say it. I mean, my mother is the real crazy one but I'm here. Anyway, your name is pretty too. I've actually never heard it before."

The two girls were quite for a few minutes, though the silence wasn't awkward at all. In fact, Rosemary found it to be quite comfortable; relaxing, and decided this would be her new thinking place: right next to her new best friend.

"So..." she coughed, trying to rid her throat of the itch caused by the dryness from the lack of water she had "...who's Mr. Jackal?"

(OCC: I wanted to show that Rosemary overheard what Lenore said, but if you don't like her knowing or think it is too soon you (obviously) don't have to answer the question, or I could just change it all together.)

[Lenore Sinclair]

Lenore listened intently as Rosemary spoke, taking in her words and enjoying the pleasant sound of her voice. She didn't even mind the hysterical laughter. It somehow had its own musical quality that pleased her ears. Lenore giggled.

"Thank you," she replied in an up-beat tone. Leaning against the wall, the dark-haired girl took in the calm silence. It was nice not to have an awkward silence for once. Plus, she had her first human friend.

Opening her eyes, Lenore looked over when Rosemary spoke. She smiled a bit awkwardly. Talking about Mr. Jackal with anyone other than her mother or cat tended to produce mixed reactions.

"Well... Mr. Jackal is my only other friend. He talks funny and gives bad advice, but he never leaves me. He's crude, but he likes you so I don't think he'll try to do anything stupid."

She gestured to the little animal on the floor that only her eyes could see. The creature came to knee level on Lenore and had sleek black fur. Mr. Jackal's anatomy, however, did not correctly match up with a true jackal. Instead, he looked like a drawing created by a disturbed child with an ever-lasting rictus grin and beady eyes. Still, she liked him this way, especially when he wagged his tail. It was like whipping a loose piano wire and stung like one too. Mr. Jackal looked up her, his pink tongue sticking out.

"Ask her if she has eggshells," said the little jackal. Lenore looked from him to Rosemary and giggled.

"He wants to know if you have eggshells."

[Rosemary-Louise]

Rosemary grinned. "Well, I'm glad he likes me. It would have been tragic if he didn't," she said sincerely.

Rose watched Lenore pet Mr. Jackal and frowned in confusion at the question.
"I'm sorry..." she trailed off briefly before continuing, "...Do I have egg shells? I've no idea what you're talking about, Mr. Jackal, but I can assure you I have no egg shells. At least, I don't think I do. Care to elaborate, please?"

[Lenore Sinclair]

Looking to Mr. Jackal, Lenore giggled as he contorted into a ball with his tongue lolling out. She looked back to Rosemary and smiled apologetically.

"Egg shells are his favorite food. But he also likes to eat garbage too." Lenore smiled as if that were a perfectly normal thing to say.

[Rosemary-Louise]

"Oh," Rosemary said with a frown. "If I had known I would have brought you some egg shell; however, I don't touch garbage...so he's going to have to find that on his own."

"How long have the two of you known each other? My son had a friend like Mr. Jackal. His name was Ramsey and if anyone tried to separate the two of them he would have a fit. My parents didn't like it, but I loved Ramsey," Rose told Lenore randomly.

[Lenore Sinclair]

Pausing to think, Lenore stared absently at higher part of the wall. She shared many memories with Mr. Jackal, although her age of when she met him escaped her at the moment. She decided to hazard a guess.

"Um... I think I met him when I was 5 or 6. So about... 11 or 12 years I've known him. What's Ramsey like??"

Lenore tilted her head inquisitively, eager to learn more.

[Rosemary-Louise]

"That's nice. To always have a friend with you," she clarified. "So that makes you...sixteen or seventeen? Eighteen possibly," Rosemary said with a slight frown before shrugging.

"Ramsey." She grinned. "From what I can remember he was a twelve year old boy from egypt. At least, I think he was a boy. I remember something about his left leg being a horse leg or something like that, maybe it was a pegleg, but either way Nathaniel loved him and talked about him constantly."

[Lenore Sinclair]

Lenore was greatly enjoying the conversation with Rosemary. It also felt nice to know that she wasn't the only one with a friend only she could see. Noting the fondness in her voice, Lenore decided to probe about her son. The child sounded like he'd be a lot of fun to be around, too.

"What's Nathaniel like? How old is he?"

[Rosemary-Louise]

Rosemary grinned at the question the way she always did when someone wanted to know about Nathaniel, but there was an air of sadness admist.

"Nathaniel is four. He will be five in December," she answered. "He's so much like me, but at the same time his own person. He's a very emotional person like me, and the slightest things would set him off, but he's so playful with the most vivid, extraordinary imagination I have ever seen. He liked to pride himself on being able to read already and knowing how to count to one hundred. He is such a smart boy..." Rosemary trailed off for a moment before shaking her head and continuing on with a grin. "He looks like me, too! He has my eyes, my eyelashes, my nose, and even my hair color too! He doesn't have my lips, though, which I am happy for. I think my lips would be too big for a little boys face."

[Lenore Sinclair]

Lenore listened eagerly as Rosemary described her son. He truly sounded like a great child to interact with. Why then did she speak with such a sad tone? Lenore presumed the child was alive, given Rosemary's use of present tense. Perhaps he'd fallen ill shortly before she arrived? There were so many possibilities. Although she felt bad for likely bringing up a sore subject, Lenore had to calm her curious and buzzing mind.

"Rose? Why do you also speak of Nathaniel with sadness?"