Post by Lenore Sinclair on Mar 7, 2012 16:02:51 GMT
Day 1, Entry 1
Hello, textual me.
Today, I was forcebly removed from my natural habitat (home!) to the Asylum. Not just any asylum but the Asylum! How about that? I will say I certainly gave them trouble before they captured me. It serves them right.
Aside from the staff who caught me (I don't know their names), the Madame of this establishment was the first person I met. She looks like she could use some more sleep. Unfortunately, she seems to think I am ill like the other girls here. Mr. Jackal agrees that I'm just fine.
Anyway, the Madame took me to meet the Headmaster, one very strange Doctor Bramsfield. Aside from the Madame, he's the only intelligent person I've met so far. Oh, I also got to meet his son while I was being examined in his office. I tried to be friendly, but I don't think the boy likes me. Maybe it's because I've been around Mr. Jackal for too long?
Overall, the Doctor doesn't seem like a nasty person. I think he just likes to let people think that of him. Maybe I should try making friends? He looks like he could use one. Although given how angry he got at me, I fear it could take a while.
Then again, maybe it doesn't matter. Once I understand how this place works, I will escape.
Expect to see me again if I've not been cut open, textual me!
Later,
Lenore Sinclair
(theasylumfwvg.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=gates&action=display&thread=133)
Day [strange symbol] Entry 2
Hello, me.
A lot has happened since that last entry. Some good things and some bad things. To hell with sequential order, I'm writing the bad things first so the only good thing can cheer me up.
First off, I'm writing this entry from quarantine. One might think that a place called quarantine would be clean or that I have some incurable blood-vomiting disease.
[Illegible scribbles and more strange symbols]
[...]my fault, really. I shouldn't have attacked doctor Bramsfield like that. Maybe I deserve to be locked up in this fucking shithole. Although I must give the man credit, he knows how to find one's biggest weakness. That being my pride/dignity. I was forced to apologize & beg for my life, but thinking on it now I'd like to give him a sincere apology. I shouldn't have lost my bloody head. I doubt he'll accept it, but that doesn't matter. My own conscience is all that matters, right?
Now for the good news, past me! I believe I may have found love in the form of a most wondrous red-head named Rose. She's both beautiful and smart. Rose seems to have feelings for me as well, though I've begun to question how deep they go. She kissed the doctor in the same manner she kissed me & now I've no clue where I stand or rank. The whole situation has been driving me mad.
Sometimes I wish I'd been born a man. It would make things a lot easier. Then again, if I were to suddenly wake up male, I'd probably kill myself. I love my female body far too much.
The leech bites have scabbed over now. They're itchy & I mustn't scratch or they'll never heal. Surprisingly, I've not gotten any infections despite the filthy conditions.
I'm going to sleep now. It's all I ever do locked up in here anyway. The Asylum hasn't destroyed my dreams. Not yet, at least.
Hello, textual me.
Today, I was forcebly removed from my natural habitat (home!) to the Asylum. Not just any asylum but the Asylum! How about that? I will say I certainly gave them trouble before they captured me. It serves them right.
Aside from the staff who caught me (I don't know their names), the Madame of this establishment was the first person I met. She looks like she could use some more sleep. Unfortunately, she seems to think I am ill like the other girls here. Mr. Jackal agrees that I'm just fine.
Anyway, the Madame took me to meet the Headmaster, one very strange Doctor Bramsfield. Aside from the Madame, he's the only intelligent person I've met so far. Oh, I also got to meet his son while I was being examined in his office. I tried to be friendly, but I don't think the boy likes me. Maybe it's because I've been around Mr. Jackal for too long?
Overall, the Doctor doesn't seem like a nasty person. I think he just likes to let people think that of him. Maybe I should try making friends? He looks like he could use one. Although given how angry he got at me, I fear it could take a while.
Then again, maybe it doesn't matter. Once I understand how this place works, I will escape.
Expect to see me again if I've not been cut open, textual me!
Later,
Lenore Sinclair
(theasylumfwvg.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=gates&action=display&thread=133)
Day [strange symbol] Entry 2
Hello, me.
A lot has happened since that last entry. Some good things and some bad things. To hell with sequential order, I'm writing the bad things first so the only good thing can cheer me up.
First off, I'm writing this entry from quarantine. One might think that a place called quarantine would be clean or that I have some incurable blood-vomiting disease.
[Illegible scribbles and more strange symbols]
[...]my fault, really. I shouldn't have attacked doctor Bramsfield like that. Maybe I deserve to be locked up in this fucking shithole. Although I must give the man credit, he knows how to find one's biggest weakness. That being my pride/dignity. I was forced to apologize & beg for my life, but thinking on it now I'd like to give him a sincere apology. I shouldn't have lost my bloody head. I doubt he'll accept it, but that doesn't matter. My own conscience is all that matters, right?
Now for the good news, past me! I believe I may have found love in the form of a most wondrous red-head named Rose. She's both beautiful and smart. Rose seems to have feelings for me as well, though I've begun to question how deep they go. She kissed the doctor in the same manner she kissed me & now I've no clue where I stand or rank. The whole situation has been driving me mad.
Sometimes I wish I'd been born a man. It would make things a lot easier. Then again, if I were to suddenly wake up male, I'd probably kill myself. I love my female body far too much.
The leech bites have scabbed over now. They're itchy & I mustn't scratch or they'll never heal. Surprisingly, I've not gotten any infections despite the filthy conditions.
I'm going to sleep now. It's all I ever do locked up in here anyway. The Asylum hasn't destroyed my dreams. Not yet, at least.
