Post by Lenore Sinclair on Feb 28, 2012 4:47:14 GMT
The smell that assaulted her nostrils nearly made Lenore keel over. She stared at the bowl of… what is that anyway? Surely this wasn’t food. Lenore had gotten used to the “quality” food she was given during meal times, but this? This could not possibly have come from anything natural. Nothing natural made her stomach hurt this much. Except for eggs. Although, Lenore figured she’d rather deal with eggs than this slop. She had to get out of here.
Lenore looked around at the usual chasers in their stations and the usual crowd of crazy (and some not-so-crazy) girls. She’d learned during the past few days how things were run in the Asylum. Well, overall, anyway. Her yearn for freedom and better food out-won her urge to learn how the details of this place worked. So what if her plan for escape wouldn’t be as precise? She had places to be and cats to pet! The Asylum could easily get another girl to take her place. Too easily.
Waiting and waiting for breakfast to be over, Lenore let one of the more voracious girls eat her portion. However, she pocketed the spoon. Spoons had proven themselves to be quite useful during her stay. Her cell was decorated with all manner of arcane imagery and her arms, legs, and torso sported strange sigils. Sharpening Jack the Spoon had proven to be quite useful. Unfortunately, the sigils were crude, but they were necessary to extend the mystical protection outside of her cell. Lenore smiled at her genius.
The chasers were getting the inmates rounded up to head back to their cells. Lenore got up to join them, staying behind a more… excitable girl. Treating her as she would a cornered animal, she moved into the girl’s periphery with a look of concern. Steeling her conscience for this next action, the dark-haired girl whispered to the one in front of her.
“See the chaser that’s checking us over there? That’s Lucifer himself. I overheard him tell one of the demons he’s going to devour your soul. Attack his neck. That’s his weak point.” Lenore handed the visibly disturbed girl the spoon she’d taken pains to sharpen.
Although the commotion that followed was nothing short of spectacular, Lenore felt a pang of guilt. Still, there was plenty of chaos for her to sneak off unnoticed. She hurried, armed with a dull spoon, knowing that her inconspicuousness would not last as she ran down the dusty hallways.
Lenore looked around at the usual chasers in their stations and the usual crowd of crazy (and some not-so-crazy) girls. She’d learned during the past few days how things were run in the Asylum. Well, overall, anyway. Her yearn for freedom and better food out-won her urge to learn how the details of this place worked. So what if her plan for escape wouldn’t be as precise? She had places to be and cats to pet! The Asylum could easily get another girl to take her place. Too easily.
Waiting and waiting for breakfast to be over, Lenore let one of the more voracious girls eat her portion. However, she pocketed the spoon. Spoons had proven themselves to be quite useful during her stay. Her cell was decorated with all manner of arcane imagery and her arms, legs, and torso sported strange sigils. Sharpening Jack the Spoon had proven to be quite useful. Unfortunately, the sigils were crude, but they were necessary to extend the mystical protection outside of her cell. Lenore smiled at her genius.
The chasers were getting the inmates rounded up to head back to their cells. Lenore got up to join them, staying behind a more… excitable girl. Treating her as she would a cornered animal, she moved into the girl’s periphery with a look of concern. Steeling her conscience for this next action, the dark-haired girl whispered to the one in front of her.
“See the chaser that’s checking us over there? That’s Lucifer himself. I overheard him tell one of the demons he’s going to devour your soul. Attack his neck. That’s his weak point.” Lenore handed the visibly disturbed girl the spoon she’d taken pains to sharpen.
Although the commotion that followed was nothing short of spectacular, Lenore felt a pang of guilt. Still, there was plenty of chaos for her to sneak off unnoticed. She hurried, armed with a dull spoon, knowing that her inconspicuousness would not last as she ran down the dusty hallways.
