A Risky Idea (Open)

[Rosemary-Louise]

Rose slammed the drawer shut and glared at it, as if it were the reason the "doctors" behaved the way they did. "I may be seriously scarred for life. I may never be able to go to the doctor's again, that's how scarred I may be."

"London." She sighed. "I'd love to see it, but now I'm thinking I should just get out of here. Another reason I'm scarred - I'm associating the asylum with the city. Anyway, that's nice. Being street smart and book smart, I mean. That's not always heard of, especially when one's a woman. I think I love you even more."

There was a moment of silence as Rosemary walked around the room some more, sneering at just about everything she saw because they were not clean or up-to-date.
They're not trying to help us, they're trying to kill us! Under the pretense of "saving" us, she thought to herself.

"Saving us my ass," she muttered to herself. She turned back around to face Lenore, wide-eyed and knowing, the odd instrument in her hands falling to the ground. "If you had a little boy, obsessed with adventure and exploring, would you take him to the city?"

[Lenore Sinclair]

"Others may disagree, but the city is nothing like the Asylum. It's fun if you know where to look."

Lenore beamed at the praise. She didn't like to think herself as arrogant, but it was nice having that boost to her ego. Especially from Rose. They were quiet for a while, and Lenore observed Rosemary as she scrutinized the doctor's materials around her. The lack of compassion toward inmates was quite obvious through the state of the tools. Lack of pride in the work, but pride in the brutality.

Suddenly, Rose turned and looked at her. Lenore tilted her head inquisitively and listened to her friend. With a smile, she responded with distinct perkiness.

"Most definitely, but it's quite big and maze-like. The city is nothing more than a very large playground."

[Rosemary-Louise]

"Good. I'm glad you feel that way." Rosemary picked up the object she dropped, frowning at it. She couldn't tell what it was. It was sharp and deadly, and that's all she knew of it. "My dad loves Nathaniel. He'll be the last O'Hara boy in our family, so my dad treats him extra special to stay in Nathaniel's good graces."

She put the sharp thing back into a drawer and picked up a pocket knife. She flicked the blade out and began to tap her finger on the tip ofit repeatedly, careful not to draw blood. "New York," she said, her NY accent, laced with her already thick southern drawl, was suddenly thicker. It always became so when she spoke of her home away from home. "Was always my favorite place as a kid. I think that's where they took him. Nathaniel, I mean. To New York. He'd love it there, and my dad knows it."

She moved her finger faster, poking the sharp point harder, an involuntary sign of her frustration. "Anyway, that's 'nough 'bout me. Did you manage to make it to the kitchen 'fore you came here?" Rose frowned. "I mean, 'before' you came here? Enough about me. Did you make it to the kitchen before you came here?"

[Lenore Sinclair]

She smiled happily at Rose's reaction to exploring the streets of London with Nathaniel. It helped that Lenore spoke of the city with a healthy dose of pride. London truly was a beautiful place if one knew where to look. Fortunately, Lenore knew a lot of good places.

However, something seemed to be on Rose's mind. The red-head was fidgeting as she spoke. Lenore listened carefully to her friend, wondering what drifted her thoughts to the direction they went. It all became clear as Rosemary elaborated and Lenore could tell the girl often thought about Nathaniel's whereabouts.

'Well of course she would, stupid,' thought Lenore. Really, her mind could sound so asinine. It was infuriating sometimes, how it nearly missed the most obvious things if she didn't think it through. Ah well, such is the life of a genius.

A frown flitted across her lips. That knife looked awfully sharp while Rose's skin looked very fragile. All the while she was poking more and more intensely. Her red-head also seemed to be shifting slightly between two very foreign accents. Lenore wondered what part of Rosemary's mind connected to her language centers in such an odd, yet endearing way. Unfortunately, she feared she'd be on the receiving end of Rose's frustrations upon reporting her failure.

"Well, I didn't really get the opportunity to do so... the commotion in dining hall was too near the kitchens... sorry I didn't make it," Lenore replied sheepishly.

[Rosemary-Louise]

She sighed heavily and stared at her finger, noticing she drew blood. She thought about how sharp the pocket knife was and how easy it would be to end it all right then and there. She once again thought that maybe Nathaniel was better off without her - Lenore as well.

Yet another reason why they put me into this place!

Rose looked back at her friend and shrugged. "S'okay, I was just asking. I hadn't realized how close to the kitchens they were until you pointed it out." She switched fingers on the point when plunging back into the cut on the other began to hurt. "There's always tomorrow or the day after that."

She grinned suddenly. "'Sides, findin' this room, Lenore, you hit the jackpot. We'll take whatever you think we need and then hide 'em... Somewhere. I think I'll keep the pocket knife on me, though. I'm particularly fond of it already." Rosemary raised an eyebrow at Lenore, noted her frown, and wondered if she did something wrong. "Are you okay?"

[Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield]

((OOC: I hope you don't mind me popping in))

"I think she saw me." Said a familiar voice, that of a certain, very bitter, headmaster.

There stood Doctor Bramsfield, sneering like a proud man "and what exactly are you doing with a knife, hm?" He noticed it with a start.

He stepped forward and extended an impatient palm, expecting her to surrender it immediately. He watched the two converse, and had heard them mention escape. As though anyone could escape his Asylum. Oh, no. Never. Not any naughty girls like these, at least. He'd only ever let Wynter out, and now even she was back.

[Rosemary-Louise]

((OCC: Not at all.)

Rosemary jumped and dropped the knife, eyes widening in shock at the sudden appearance of Bramsfield himself.
"I found it," she said. "So, you know, finders keepers and all that. It's mine now."

She took a deep breath to keep herself calm. She no longer liked him. She even saw him as her worst enemy now, which she suspected she should have done when they first met in that damned quarantine room.

She moved over to Lenore,, cautiously, and took her hand. "We got lost, Dr. Bramsfield, and were just on our way out. We're sorry."

She was determined to show no fear. Determined not to lose her cool. She was all determined and not willing to let anything break her, but on the inside she was shaking, scared senseless, that he'd sick Vaudier on her - on Lenore. Rose was still hurting from their last encounter.

God, we can't catch a fucking break!

[Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield]

"I do believe, if my ears do not decieve me, that you were planning something here. And that knife belongs to me. All that you own here is mine, you dumb bitch" He thoroughly pronounced the hell out of the final three words, "Don't think because we shared a few hours trapped in Quarantine that you get special treatment."

He grabbed her wrist, thoroughly wanting to slap her, and tugged the sharp object from her closed fist. He would give it to Vaudier for safe keeping when he returned.

"And as for miss Lenore, she will tell the truth. She always does. Lenore?" He asked expectantly

[Lenore Sinclair]

'Goddamn, I knew I should have been watching the door,' thought Lenore the second she heard Bramsfield speak. She'd been laying low for a reason, after all. It had worked until now, letting the staff think she'd given up on everything. The doctor was too smart to fall for her false defeat now. Then again, perhaps he hadn't been fooled in the slightest. The girl wasn't sure what to say. Her mind was numb. If it were a chaser barging in, she would have reacted in no time. Unfortunately, the worst predator was now her and Rose's adversary.

She barely felt Rose take her hand and before she knew it, the doctor had addressed her. Her mind only comprehended the gist of what he was saying due to the blood pounding in her ears. The second Bramsfield grabbed Rose's wrist, he had a lobotomy spike to his throat while Lenore wielded the hammer in her other hand.

"You will let her go. Now." The voice definitely came from her throat, but it didn't sound like herself at all. It was far too low and feral. As the adrenaline flowed, Lenore's eyes took in everything about Bramsfield. Most of all, her wild grey eyes focused hard on his emerald ones. Really, she didn't want to hurt him. Lenore knew he wasn't as bad as he seemed, but that conflict wasn't present now. He crossed the line the second he touched Rose.

After a brief pause that felt like eternity, Lenore spoke again, mechanically answering his question with that same feral menace.

"We were planning a nice walk. Stand aside and we shall return to our cells."

[Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield]

"Or shall I just stomp my boot as the signal goes and bring in my two favorite chasers?" He sneered, not the slightest bit intimidated by the weapons they had harnessed.

Naughty bitches, that's all they were. Little brats who thought they were entitled to whatever free reign they pleased. Should they have listened to his rules, the predicament would not be so violent now. Soon Vaudier and Willian would be in to check on him regardless of his warning signal or not.

What amused him the most was their camaraderie. Soon enough he would tear it limb from limb. Like clockwork, his fingers trailed over the delicate curves of Rose's hips, having disarmed her of the knife and tossing it up and away into the rafters. Something of his touch was convincingly sexual, and he let out a growl of his own kind.

"I had merely come to fetch you, Rosemary...Vaudier mentioned you were lonely...I punished him for his actions."

[Rosemary-Louise]

Rose moved forward slightly, seemingly involuntary, and leaned in closer to his touch. Enemy, smchmeny, he was a man who had denied her and that made her even more determined to have him. Plus, the six months were killing her.

Lenore, she thought to herself. Lenore or sex - what's more important?

"I - did you really?" she asked him. She hadn't forgotten what happened and did her best to avoid the head chaser. "A - Are you taking me to see him?"

[Lenore Sinclair]

Lenore pushed the spike enough to let the cold metal touch his skin. She knew deep down that if Bramsfield or Vaudier got a hold of Rose, it would likely be the torturous kind of sex. The kind that left the prostitutes on the streets crumpled in a heap and bleeding through their clothes. Everything rang as danger in her mind.

"Let them come. I fear no one, doctor. Just leave Rose out of your little game. Coming here was my idea, anyway."

Her eyes were still locked with Bramsfield's. The girl knew him enough to know he wasn't kidding around. Either way, if she got out of this predicament unscathed, she vowed to make his life hell before escaping with Rose.

Rose... didn't she see that he was merely taking advantage of her vulnerability? That she was also just a pawn in his game? Maybe she did and couldn't help it? Lenore didn't know. So much was going on and it was so chaotic...

Very briefly, the small girl glanced to the side for advice from Mr. Jackal.

Mr. Jackal had his own lobotomy spike and he slid it across his own throat, making a shallow cut that bled freely.

Lenore mimicked his action.

[Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield]

He'd seen it coming. Before the blade could more than nick his flesh, he'd ducked away from the weapons. Still, he kept up his endearing ploy towards the woman who, quite frankly, he wouldn't have minded sharing a bed with. Of course, not now.

"Do you see what she just did?! Look at this! Look at the blood!" He said, throwing a pleading glance towards Rosemary. He put a safe distance between the two, and stood with his legs shoulder width and offset, ready to pounce. He may have been an older gentleman, but 42 was still young, and he was still spry.

"Just come here." He beckoned with one hand as the other very obviously and grandiosely undid three of the buttons of his trousers, showing the first insinuating ginger curls that led to a more private elsewhere that he hoped Rosemary would be yearning for, "I promise you that this is what I want, and, no, Vaudier will not be joining us."

[Rosemary-Louise]

Rosemary stared at Bramsfield as he opened the three buttons on his trousers. Her eyes widened at his offer, surprised and pleased, but then she looked over at Lenore, worried.

Of course I'm worried of what she'll think of me! She just tried to attack the man for grabbing me too hard, for heaven's sake, she thought to herself. Of course, I'll probably never get this opportunity again. Bramsfield will go back to playing hard to get.

Somewhere in the back of her mind Rosemary knew she should be wary and on guard, what with how untrustworthy Dr. had proved to be already, but she couldn't resist. Men: for as much as she hated them, she loved them and she showed them that love in her own way.

This way. It was the only way in her mind and she didn't mind that much. She enjoyed and lived for it as much as they did.

"No Vaudier?" she questioned one last time.

Rose didn't want to have to deal with him again and all his "pleasure." She'd gone out of her way to avoid him and had so far been successful. She didn't know if she'd be able to handle him again.

"I'll go, just promise me no Vaudier," she said finally in a whisper, refusing to meet Lenore's eyes.

She stared at his face and then allowed her eyes to travel downward and hoped like hell this wouldn't blow up in her face and that he'd do what he was promising.
Rosemary shuddered at the thought and felt she made the right decision. She only hoped Lenore wouldn't hate her afterwords.

She said she wouldn't care if I found another, she reasoned. We're not together, either.

[Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield]

"Yes, without Vaudier" he whispered, arms wide open for her, an unchecked swell of pride and triumph swelling inside him.

Some girls were so easy to fool. He drew her into an embrace, even managing a kiss to her lips to sweeten the deal and perhaps tempt her even more. He grinned softly to himself against her kiss and began to lead her towards the door. When they were quite a distance away, and he stood in the doorway itself, he recalled meeting his lover here, and a pang of guilt faltered him for a moment.