Rosemary-Louise
Inmate
Inmate A, Cell 21, Ward B
Beautifully deranged...all in one place
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Post by Rosemary-Louise on Mar 21, 2012 0:14:22 GMT
When Dr. Bramsfield let her go, Rosemary immediately fell to the ground, her hand clutching at her throat as she gasped repeatedly and struggled to breathe.
For as suffocating as the fear was, the hatred swirling around in her was worse. She hated her parents for putting her in this place and for taking her child, she hated her uncle for hurting her but loved him for giving her Nathaniel; however, most of all, she hated herself. She hated that she reacted so strongly, showed so much weakness, like this in front of Bramsfield.
"Don't touch...please," she wheezed out, tears springing to her eyes immediately. "Don't touch."
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Mar 21, 2012 1:34:39 GMT
"I'll touch all I please" he laughed a barking laugh, promptly booted her behind, and shuffled to his own wretchedly foul side of the room, away from the little bit of sunlight and from the woman.
"I suggest you make yourself useful or keep away from me" he said simply, reclining in slight discomfort upon a fresher haybale that didn't quite reek of discharge and rotting flesh. He was disgusted by the room. Why would the inmates dirty it so? It was their privelege to even HAVE a quarantine room to keep them safe from diseases, wasn't it?
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Rosemary-Louise
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Inmate A, Cell 21, Ward B
Beautifully deranged...all in one place
Posts: 156
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Post by Rosemary-Louise on Mar 21, 2012 2:03:39 GMT
Assured that Dr. Bramsfield would be leaving her alone, Rosemary once again relaxed into her upright fetal position. "Make myself useful, how do I go about doing that?" she asked him icily.
"I should have just left you alone. I should have resisted coming in here. I should have resisted my urge to have you and I wouldn't be locked in here with you. Now you're probably, most likely, going to deny me my chance of getting clean," Rose muttered angrily at the man she once convinced herself she would have, though it was mostly to herself and seemingly the door that she was glaring at.
Maybe all the non-religious people and Atheist have it right, she thought to herself. Maybe there is no God and no hell or heaven after we die. This has to be the hell everyone mentions just without the burning. Surely, God, if you were real, I would not be in here.
Sighing, Rosemary closed her eyes and hummed softly to herself as she rocked side-to-side slowly and hoped sleep, or someone to open the door, would find her soon.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Mar 21, 2012 2:15:12 GMT
"Stop it...st-stop it, damnit!" He screeched suddenly, the panic setting in for one brief second before his body took over for him and switched his personalities in a whirlwind of inner confusion.
Suddenly, nothing was so bad anymore. At least, not scary, not encroaching. Nobody was there but himself and Noel. Just lying together in a beautiful hallucination. His late husband stroked his face tenderly and kissed along his jawbone, soothing and gentle.
"I miss you." The Doctor said aloud to the ghost who was only seen in his head, "Noel..." he felt Noel's hands roam elsewhere, bringing a squeak from his thin lips once again.
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Rosemary-Louise
Inmate
Inmate A, Cell 21, Ward B
Beautifully deranged...all in one place
Posts: 156
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Post by Rosemary-Louise on Mar 21, 2012 2:26:11 GMT
Rosemary opened one eye and she watched Dr. Bramsfield in confusion. She didn't understand what was going on. One minute he was angry and the next he was completely...
Aroused, that strong, inner voice spoke up yet again. He's... aroused. And very much so it seems to.
That could be true, she thought. But he also looks like he's in pain. And who is Noel? Maybe that's the woman he doesn't want to hurt by sleeping with me?
"Dr. Bramsfield, are you okay? You look like you're hurting. Is there something I could do to make you feel better?" she asked the man, not daring to move from her position or spot in fear that he would take her offer the wrong way.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Mar 21, 2012 2:41:15 GMT
"Hush..." he whispered, half to Rosemary, half to the freckled blonde smiling innocently at him "Y-your pants...take them down..." he said with a childlike coo to his voice, making a gesture to the air that insinuated the imaginary companion possessed something far different than a woman's genitals.
But as soon as it had started, it stopped. In the heat of their mmoment together, Noel slipped away again. A stray tear rolled down his cheek, and suddenly he was terrified of the redhead in his company. Her hair was so similar to his mother's...
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Rosemary-Louise
Inmate
Inmate A, Cell 21, Ward B
Beautifully deranged...all in one place
Posts: 156
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Post by Rosemary-Louise on Mar 21, 2012 2:49:44 GMT
Rosemary watched him in surprise and then backed up against the wall herself. He looked scared but he was also glaring at her so she didn't know what to do or how to feel.
She tried to think of something, anything, that would calm the both of them down but nothing came to mind. "Are you okay now?" she asked out of lack of anything else to say. "Are you sure there's nothing, besides hushing, I can do?"
"When I'm nervous," she began suddenly, "or panicked, do you know what I do? I think of a naked guy. A naked guy and what we would do if we were ever, truly alone." She chuckled to herself. "It always leaves me feeling aroused and I can never do anything about it but it is much better than being nervous and/or panicked. You should try it. I sometimes think of my little N..." Rosemary stopped talking abruptly and shut her eyes once again. That was one person she did not want to talk about. She didn't want to talk about him in front of Bramsfield, at least.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Mar 21, 2012 13:21:09 GMT
"Oh, that man was just here, then" he muttered hoarsely, pushing away the shoulder-length auburn hair which hung about his dampened cheeks, plastered to them.
He gazed into the emptiness of the room for a long moment, trying once again to form that tangible image of his husband, murdered by his own mother as he made love to him. Stabbed repeatedly in the chest and back by a rusted butcher's knife. Of course, he'd had no choice but to kill his mother to end the rampage. He could never reveal this to anyone, of course. Not any more. Not after Wynter had used it against him.
"I think of naked men, too, you know. Well. One man."
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Rosemary-Louise
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Inmate A, Cell 21, Ward B
Beautifully deranged...all in one place
Posts: 156
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Post by Rosemary-Louise on Mar 21, 2012 13:42:57 GMT
Well, then, that explains it! Rosemary thought to herself. He's homosexual.
She grinned suddenly, feeling better about him denying her advances. It wasn't that he found her unattractive-or he did-she just didn't posses the body parts that he preferred. "Is that so?" she asked him in surprise. "Who is it? Is he a real person or just someone you conjured up?"
Men. She was always able to find common ground with someone when talking about men; hopefully this would be a safe subject between the two.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Mar 21, 2012 14:22:21 GMT
"Bisexual, actually." He said, as though reading her thoughts. "And he was...my husband..."
Maybe he would tell her...if they never got out. He allowed her to look upon him in his weakest form and shuddered. He felt so tired. So alone without Noel. And yet he couldn't contain his wild arousal over the premonition of Noel's naked body just moments ago...
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Rosemary-Louise
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Inmate A, Cell 21, Ward B
Beautifully deranged...all in one place
Posts: 156
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Post by Rosemary-Louise on Mar 21, 2012 14:34:39 GMT
Well, then, it is just me, she thought to herself in disappointment. "Bisexual," she muttered out loud, mostly to herself, and frowned. "So...I'm not your type then?"
Rosemary rolled her eyes and chided herself silently in her head. Here they were actually getting along-or tolerating each other, at the least-and she was about to ruin it!
"I'm sorry. That was stupid. Your husband." She didn't know what surprised her more: the fact that he was telling her all of this or that he was married at all. Maybe he wasn't always so mean. "He must be Noel. Is he... Still around?" she asked him gently. Rose got the feeling that he wasn't.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Mar 21, 2012 14:44:47 GMT
"D-dead. Murdered. During coitus. My mother..." he said, barely a whisper as his freckled face paled.
All at once the memory flooded him, all too vivid and far too painful. It rocked his body with agonized tremors for a few mint0utes before he relaxed and sighed, suddenly furious. "How could you..." he hissed through his bared teeth. Oh, how it hurt.
They were so happy together...would he be here now if Noel would have lived??
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Rosemary-Louise
Inmate
Inmate A, Cell 21, Ward B
Beautifully deranged...all in one place
Posts: 156
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Post by Rosemary-Louise on Mar 21, 2012 14:56:49 GMT
"My son was taken away from me shortly after his fourth birthday," Rosemary offered quietly. "He's still alive, so I couldn't imagine all that you went through and being there, too! In such an intimate position, as well. But I do know what it's like to lose someone very dear to you."
Rose looked over at Dr. Bramsfield and waited until she caught his eye and said, "I'm very sorry for your loss, Dr. Bramsfield. I know that won't bring him back but I am. Truly."
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Mar 21, 2012 15:41:00 GMT
"Okay" he said tiredly.
It was all he could do not to sleep right then and there. Maybe he'd let her advance...if she tried. He was far too weary to bother fighting anything off now. He closed his eyes in defeat and slumped back.
"Tell me when help has arrived..." he mumbled, slipping into a beautiful daydream of his days in the forest cottage with Noel, scampering throug fields of wildflowers and sharing intimate moments there. It had been twenty years. Twenty long years, if not more. He was only twenty eight when he lost him, and Noel was eighteen.
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Rosemary-Louise
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Inmate A, Cell 21, Ward B
Beautifully deranged...all in one place
Posts: 156
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Post by Rosemary-Louise on Mar 21, 2012 17:46:54 GMT
"Will do," Rose said, solluting him like a soldier.
She stared at him for a long while before looking away. She had decided to give him what he so desired: peace and quiet. She figured it was the least she could do since all she did was talk and tease since they'd been locked in the room.
Rose twisted her hair around then moved both of her hands up and down it quickly. She hummed loudly to herself, hushing when Bramsfield opened one eye and glared. She paced the floor and then did all three together.
Finally, she sat back down in her upright fetal position, rested her chin in her hand and drummed her fingers on the floor. Not talking proved to be a difficult task as she only counted to two minutes before she had to speak again.
"So..." Rosemary traild off with a chuckle when Dr. Bramsfield opened his eyes and glared at her. "I tried to keep quiet, really I did, but I just thought of something and I feel I must share. It may not matter to you but it matters to me."
"Dr. Bramsfield, if no one finds us and we don't get out of here, we'll die without ever having sex again. That's a major part of my life-too major if you were to ask my parents-and to die without having it one last time would be brutal."
Rose sighed sadly to herself and closed her eyes, letting the little bit of sunlight hit her face. It would be like dying a virgin.
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