Post by Rosemary-Louise on Mar 13, 2012 17:36:37 GMT
A full moon hovered lazily in the sky while wolves howled somewhere in the darkness. The asylum sat on the very top of the hill, looking as tortured as the victims that lived on the inside. Rosemary-Louise glared at it wearily as the horses walked slowly up the hill, moving the carriage in which she sat with her parents, with them.
"Are you going to miss me, mother?" she asked quietly, unsure; her wide, tear-filled, green eyes made her appear as innocent as the day she was born.
Elizabeth Jones, formerly O'Hara, was a beautiful woman. Her long, blonde hair fell in soft curls down her back, stopping just inches above her butt. Her nose was as cute as a button, and her mouth was heart shaped; her striking green eyes were unlike any other green. She proudly stood on tall legs that made her 5'7. Her waist was a mere twenty inches and she prided herself on having one of three of the smallest waist in their county. Besides the red hair that she got from her father, it was obvious from whom Rosemary-Louise got her looks.
"Why, of course I'm going to miss you, Rosemary-Louise!" her mother nearly shouted, astonished that her daughter would assume she wouldn't. "You are my daughter, Rose. I will miss you everyday that you are gone. I will bring you home to me as soon as possible."
Ashley Jones was not a man of many words, but when he did speak it was never anything pleasant, unless he was speaking to his wife, whom he loved dearly. It was no secret to anyone who knew Jones what was important to him: his wife, his plantation, and his slaves. It was also no secret as to whom he despised: Rosemary-Louise Avery Jones. He was the last of kin in his family, and he so very, very much wanted a son to keep his bloodline from running dry; however, his wish was not granted, and he showed that with the feelings of hate that he showed his daughter. It wasn't until little Nathaniel Hale Jones, Rose's son, was born that he began to forgive his daughter. It was Nathaniel who would carry on his name, and for that he loved his daughter. It wasn't until the full details of Elizabeth's brother and Rosemary's relationship, and who was responsible for Nathaniel, came to light that he started to hate her again. She was once again ruining his life by destroying his reputation. When Nathaniel went missing Ashley had finally had enough. Rosemary's mood swings, sexual activity, and fascination with death, both murder and suicide, had driven him over the edge. He needed to be rid of her so he could finally wash his hands clean and keep them that way. This decided, he packed up bags for his family, left his Blue Ridge, Georgia home in the care of a dear friend, and shipped his family across the globe to just outside of London.
There a well known asylum sat, waiting to help girls like his Rosemary.
"Hush, Elizabeth," Ashley hissed to his wife. "If you cannot see that she is trying to play her mind-tricks on you, you have lost your mind. You will not be talking any of us out of this and you will not be coming home," he said to Rosemary-Louise. "You have only brought shame to this family and I will have that no longer."
Rosemary-Louise glared at Ashley, the man she unwillingly called "father," all signs of tears gone. She didn't want to go to this place. She didn't deserve to be caged up for an animal, and she was willing to do whatever it took to not be left, but Ashley was getting in the way.
As always. If only he could keep his mouth shut long enough for someone else to get a word in, she thought angrily to herself. I'd have gotten out of this mess long ago.
The carriage suddenly came to an abrupt halt, and before Elizabeth could get a word out, Ashley was jumping out of the carriage, dragging Rosemary-Louise with him by the rope he had tied around her wrist tightly to ensure no escape. She fell to the cold, muddy ground with a thump and groaned weakly.
"Stand up," Ashley hissed, yanking on the rope and roughly pulling her up.
The pretty blue dress she was wearing was now dirty, and so worn looking that no one would believe it was bought only a few days before and just worn on that day. The black, tight-laced corset she'd been wearing was now turn on her right side, having gotten caught on the carriage as she fell. A big man in white scrubs suddenly appeared in front of them, a grim smile on his face. It was obvious he was an employee for the asylum.
Ashley tugged on the rope in his hand as hard as he could, causing Rosemary to stumble forward and fall onto her knees once again, before handing over the rope to the man and said, "She's all yours."
Rosemary-Louise stood up and watched as her father whipped the horse to make it go faster. They raced back down the hill and out of sight and Rosemary, though she would never admit it out loud for fear of looking weak and useless, felt her heart break as her parents didn't even look back once, if only to say goodbye.
The man pulled on her rope, bringing her attention back to him, and with a wicked smile said, "Welcome to the asylum."
(OOC: I'm sorry it's so long. I wanted to make a nice introduction. I hope you all actually read it
.)
"Are you going to miss me, mother?" she asked quietly, unsure; her wide, tear-filled, green eyes made her appear as innocent as the day she was born.
Elizabeth Jones, formerly O'Hara, was a beautiful woman. Her long, blonde hair fell in soft curls down her back, stopping just inches above her butt. Her nose was as cute as a button, and her mouth was heart shaped; her striking green eyes were unlike any other green. She proudly stood on tall legs that made her 5'7. Her waist was a mere twenty inches and she prided herself on having one of three of the smallest waist in their county. Besides the red hair that she got from her father, it was obvious from whom Rosemary-Louise got her looks.
"Why, of course I'm going to miss you, Rosemary-Louise!" her mother nearly shouted, astonished that her daughter would assume she wouldn't. "You are my daughter, Rose. I will miss you everyday that you are gone. I will bring you home to me as soon as possible."
Ashley Jones was not a man of many words, but when he did speak it was never anything pleasant, unless he was speaking to his wife, whom he loved dearly. It was no secret to anyone who knew Jones what was important to him: his wife, his plantation, and his slaves. It was also no secret as to whom he despised: Rosemary-Louise Avery Jones. He was the last of kin in his family, and he so very, very much wanted a son to keep his bloodline from running dry; however, his wish was not granted, and he showed that with the feelings of hate that he showed his daughter. It wasn't until little Nathaniel Hale Jones, Rose's son, was born that he began to forgive his daughter. It was Nathaniel who would carry on his name, and for that he loved his daughter. It wasn't until the full details of Elizabeth's brother and Rosemary's relationship, and who was responsible for Nathaniel, came to light that he started to hate her again. She was once again ruining his life by destroying his reputation. When Nathaniel went missing Ashley had finally had enough. Rosemary's mood swings, sexual activity, and fascination with death, both murder and suicide, had driven him over the edge. He needed to be rid of her so he could finally wash his hands clean and keep them that way. This decided, he packed up bags for his family, left his Blue Ridge, Georgia home in the care of a dear friend, and shipped his family across the globe to just outside of London.
There a well known asylum sat, waiting to help girls like his Rosemary.
"Hush, Elizabeth," Ashley hissed to his wife. "If you cannot see that she is trying to play her mind-tricks on you, you have lost your mind. You will not be talking any of us out of this and you will not be coming home," he said to Rosemary-Louise. "You have only brought shame to this family and I will have that no longer."
Rosemary-Louise glared at Ashley, the man she unwillingly called "father," all signs of tears gone. She didn't want to go to this place. She didn't deserve to be caged up for an animal, and she was willing to do whatever it took to not be left, but Ashley was getting in the way.
As always. If only he could keep his mouth shut long enough for someone else to get a word in, she thought angrily to herself. I'd have gotten out of this mess long ago.
The carriage suddenly came to an abrupt halt, and before Elizabeth could get a word out, Ashley was jumping out of the carriage, dragging Rosemary-Louise with him by the rope he had tied around her wrist tightly to ensure no escape. She fell to the cold, muddy ground with a thump and groaned weakly.
"Stand up," Ashley hissed, yanking on the rope and roughly pulling her up.
The pretty blue dress she was wearing was now dirty, and so worn looking that no one would believe it was bought only a few days before and just worn on that day. The black, tight-laced corset she'd been wearing was now turn on her right side, having gotten caught on the carriage as she fell. A big man in white scrubs suddenly appeared in front of them, a grim smile on his face. It was obvious he was an employee for the asylum.
Ashley tugged on the rope in his hand as hard as he could, causing Rosemary to stumble forward and fall onto her knees once again, before handing over the rope to the man and said, "She's all yours."
Rosemary-Louise stood up and watched as her father whipped the horse to make it go faster. They raced back down the hill and out of sight and Rosemary, though she would never admit it out loud for fear of looking weak and useless, felt her heart break as her parents didn't even look back once, if only to say goodbye.
The man pulled on her rope, bringing her attention back to him, and with a wicked smile said, "Welcome to the asylum."
(OOC: I'm sorry it's so long. I wanted to make a nice introduction. I hope you all actually read it
.)