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 Apr 7, 2012 4:01:22 GMT
Rosemary placed her hair over her right shoulder, twisted it until it could go no further, and then ran her hands up and down it quickly. It was a dead giveaway of her nervousness and frustration - her uncomfortableness in a new room that she would have to call home, an asylum in which she felt she did not belong.
Her eyes wondered around her cell, taking in as much as she could with the little light the moon offered. It took her several minutes to convince herself to get off her cot and when she did she couldn't understand why it took her so long to do so. Rules weren't her thing - the two didn't get along much now-a-days.
'Sides, rules don't apply to you when you're crazy, she thought to herself. Maybe if they stopped calling me crazy, unstable and an unfit mother I'd listen more. Maybe if I got more of what I want, I'd listen more.
That's how she saw it - rules didn't apply to people who didn't have choices. It was her minds way of justifying her not liking authority figures or believing she had to do as they said.
Rose poked her head out of her cell door and looked to her left and then her right before heading out, closing her room door softly behind her. She turned left and tip-toed down the hallway, headed straight for the room that she hadn't been allowed in - the library. She loved reading any and everything she could get her hands on, but she hadn't been allowed in the library the whole week or two she'd been in the asylum. Her strong dislike of rules once again getting in the way of what she wanted; apparently, disobeying Dr. Bramsfield doesn't get you into the library, or any other nice place for that that matter.
Once there, Rosemary immediately found her favorite book, Persuasions by Jane Austen, and found a couch right under a burning lantern and began to read. At least, she tried to read but her mind was too busy focusing on other things, namely Bramsfield and Lenore.
After a while, she slammed the book close with a huff; she couldn't get her mind to stop thinking enough to get past the first page. Instead, she just sat there and waited,
For what, she did not know...
((OCC: Longer than I thought it was going to be - sorry 'bout that.))
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Post by Atticus Ravensdale on Apr 25, 2012 2:03:25 GMT
Night watch came to be something Atticus enjoyed. He got to explore sprawling Asylum and had the added bonus of not having to interact with most other people. Plus, he got to avoid sleep and that was always a good thing. He also liked the lack of chattering inmates. It was astounding how noisy some of them could be. At night, aside from the odd scream, all was quiet and gave him the vague feeling of walking through a charnel house.
The young man chose to patrol the halls and corridors without a torch and kept his steps light, as though he were hunting. The light from a torch would be a dead giveaway to any inmates out of bed. His night vision was quite good and he knew what to look for. The fact that the girls had to wear white simply made it easier. As for himself, he took to wearing dark grey clothes and blended into the walls quite easily.
Turning a corner, he continued down one of the many corridors. However... something seemed out of place. Flattening himself against the wall, Atticus crept further down the hall and searched for what was amiss.
'Well now, you're not how I left you,' thought the black-haired man when he came to find the door the library slightly ajar. The soft glow of light indicated that the culprit was very likely still there. With nary a whisper, Atticus gently eased the door open and sneaked inside. With utmost swiftness, he dove for cover behind a nearby shelf.
'Where are you, little girl?' He crept along between the shelves and at last spotted his prey. The red-haired girl looked as though she were having trouble sleeping too. She seemed to be waiting. For what? For a friend, perhaps? Not that it mattered. Whatever ailed her was of little concern to him. Atticus was here to do his job.
Very carefully, he crept from the shelves and made his way to behind her couch. It wasn't until he stood directly behind her that he broke the silence.
"It's past your curfew, miss."
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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 Apr 25, 2012 2:53:44 GMT
As Rosemary sat there, she wished for Lenore to find her -join her. She almost believed that if she thought about it hard enough, long enough, she could will Lenore there with her mind. Almost.
She tried reading again, flipping through pages and reading her most favorite parts, when her body tensed suddenly. The once cool, calming air was suddenly hot and suffocating. She looked around the library wildly for a moment, finding nothing.
The side effects of living in an asylum. I'm definitely going crazy, she thought to herself.
She shook off the feeling, albeit warily, and began looking through her book again before a small screech let her throat.
She jumped up from the couch in panic and whirled around, eyes widening at the guard who she hadn't seen or heard come in.
"I know. It's just that I-I c-couldn't s-sleep," she stuttered out. "I j-just t-thought maybe...I-I'm sorry."
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Post by Atticus Ravensdale on Apr 25, 2012 3:36:37 GMT
Though his facial expression remained unchanged, Atticus was amused. He not only startled the girl but struck fear into her heart as well. Whether that fear would linger was entirely up to her. The way she stood there with her eyes wide reminded him of the deer he'd hunt. They never knew what hit them and this seemed similar, minus the bullets.
"I've no need for your apologies, just your complacency. I shall return you to your cell this time, but if I catch you sneaking around again you will regret it," he said with a voice absent of emotion. He regarded her for a few seconds as his mind worked which ward she belonged in.
"Ward B, correct?" He continued without waiting for an answer. "Follow me."
Atticus extinguished the lamp and walked a few steps to the door before turning to make sure the girl was obeying. If she was as smart as she looked, she wouldn't put up a fight.
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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 Apr 25, 2012 3:51:31 GMT
Rosemary huffed quietly in annoyance and watched him. She'd been here for a few weeks now and had never seen him before, so she knew he was a newbie. She wondered if he'd last long, or if he would quite like the last two.
"Are you going to tell Dr. Bramsfield?" she asked him quietly, her eyes widening further. "Are you going to tell Vaudier? I'll cooperate if you don't. I promise."
Rose stepped forward until she was just a few feet away from him and raised an eyebrow in curiosity, tilting her head slightly to the right, giving her the appearance of an innocent young girl.
"Can I stay here? Please?" she pleaded. "Just...five more minutes. I can't sleep and going back into my cell for hours... Please, just five more minutes?"
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Post by Atticus Ravensdale on Apr 25, 2012 5:16:47 GMT
"Ask again and I will tell them," he said, allowing his practiced arrogant smirk to surface. "I sincerely doubt either of them will appreciate being disturbed at this hour on your account."
The girl strongly resembled a doe to him. Likely due to her wide eyes and slender figure. He hoped the doe-like appearance didn't fool his colleagues. Then again, how many of them actually went out and hunted? Besides, he had orders.
"Come here. I'd rather not have to pick you up; you're not a child."
He narrowed his piercing blue eyes at her. The night was his time for peace and quiet while daylight hours were for fun. That's how it's supposed to be. Did this little doe understand that concept or was it backwards for her?
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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 Apr 25, 2012 13:35:54 GMT
"You don't have to tell them!" she screeched in panic. "That would be extremely unnecessary."
Rosemary rolled her eyes and folded her arms across her chest. She didn't risk sneaking out of her cell - again - to go to the library just to get caught and hauled back to her cell by the new guy who thought he was a bad ass. "I'm glad someone finally acknowledged the fact that I am a woman and not a child," she said.
She shrugged and took one step forward, a coy smile playing on her lips. "I only want just a little longer in here." She once again raised an eyebrow. "Or, can we at least walk really, really slow back to my cell? I've been told I'm great company."
Rose took a few more steps forward and waited, hoping he'd understand what she was offering. It would certainly benefit them both. He was too uptight and needed some loosening; Rosemary figured she would be just the girl for him.
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Post by Atticus Ravensdale on Apr 25, 2012 18:55:45 GMT
Now this was getting to be too easy. The girl just exposed one of her weaknesses without seeming to realize it. It would be easy to manipulate her through use of her fear for his superiors. Atticus chuckled softly, figuring her punishment had to have been a particularly horrible one.
He carefully observed her actions and listened to her speak. The red-head appeared to be quite skilled in using her words to get what she wanted. It was a talent most people learned to develop, some better than others. Atticus preferred strength, but saw value in the art of speech.
"Great company? I'm sure you've been told that plenty of times," he replied. Still keeping her within sight he looked up and to the right, appearing to consider her offer. After the right amount of silence, he looked back at her.
"I think... not. Now unless you want me to wake the headmaster or Vaudier, you'll come with me," he replied in a very no-nonsense voice.
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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 Apr 25, 2012 19:47:26 GMT
"Plenty, plenty," she retorted dryly, knowing he meant it in way of insulting. At least, she took it that way, but she wasn't going to let it show.
Instead, she walked closer to him until they were only inches apart and smiled at him, one hand reaching out to cup his cheek while the other slipped into his hand, placing it on her waist and dragging it down until it rested perfectly on her hip. She leaned in closer and stood on her toes, whispering in his ear.
"Since you're so anxious to get me back to my cell, maybe you could stay a while, hmm?" the little, redhead minx asked him. "I could help you relax, even show you how sorry I truly am. You're cute. Just say the word and I'm ready for you."
She stepped away from him and stood by the library door, figuring she had to wait for him before she could exit. "Since you're so set on putting me back in my cage, can you at least slip me a sleeping pill or four?"
While she waited for his response, she watched his face and his pants, wondering if she had any effect on him. She didn't think her ego could take anymore rejection.
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Post by Atticus Ravensdale on Apr 25, 2012 20:52:04 GMT
Though he tensed when she touched him, he didn't allow his usual dislike of being touched by strangers to bother him. It would only let her think she was winning. Besides, the girl appeared to have no intentions of harming him. Quite the opposite, actually.
'Unfortunately for you, it's very rare I get into amorous moods,' he thought. Such moods had been rare enough before his discharge from the military, now it seemed as though they were nonexistent.
Atticus sighed heavily. These girls were nothing more than cattle. Mad women had no feelings, had no sense of reason, and were only governed by baser instincts like beasts. The girl was having an effect on him, though not what she originally intended. Was this simply a more subtle way of a beast getting what it wanted? There was a feeling here that Atticus couldn't identify. It was different from the ones he felt around Vaudier and Bramsfield. Against his better judgement, he resolved to figure out what this could be.
"I've no sleeping pills and I do not wish to go through with your proposition. However, I can keep you company with the few minutes I can spare."
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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 Apr 25, 2012 21:48:57 GMT
"You know, crazy girls need love, too," she told him, very serious. "But I don't need or want that. I just need some sexual pleasure is all. What's a gal gotta do to get some o'that 'round here? Don't be so quick to shut me down, sugar. You may end up needing me when you're bored, lonely or just sexually frustrated like me. Think 'bout it."
Though she was fed up with the constant rejection she was getting, Rose couldn't help but smile because he had agreed to keep her company.
"This is great, though! I'm so happy you've agreed to join me for a while," said the southern belle. She locked arms with him and walked out the library, pulling him along with her down the hallway, before she stopped abruptly. "From here you're going to have to direct me back. I can never find my way."
She looked up at him and smiled. It was genuine and showed just how pleased she was. He was the only other one being nice to her besides Lenore and she didn't want to mess that up. "I'm Rosemary-Louise Avery Jones, though you can call me Rose or whatever," she told him. "What is your name, sir?"
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Post by Atticus Ravensdale on Apr 26, 2012 1:11:29 GMT
'She's a very talkative doe,' he absently thought. Was she always this way or was it her madness? It was hard to tell. Mad girls liked to chatter but so did sane ones. He decided not to bother with thinking hard about it. She was one of many here and it didn't pay.
He allowed her to steer him to the door and walked there with her. She came to a stop several steps into the hallway and informed him she didn't know which way was back. This was understandable. He still had trouble finding his way around as well. Fortunately, he'd learned a few quick ways back to the wards.
Atticus nodded and led the way with the mad girl in tow. At least she was friendly and kept herself clean. He nearly barked out a laugh when she introduced herself. Rosemary the doe! It was a fitting name, indeed! And her name was lengthy too. Perhaps there is more to a name than just the letters that make it up.
"Atticus Ravensdale. You may call me Atticus, miss Rosemary," he replied. He disliked being referred to as mister. Sir was perfectly acceptable. He looked at Rosemary as he led her back to ward B. She looked a few years younger than he was, yet she acted as a child would.
'I wonder how much of that is her madness too. Or perhaps it's just a ploy to lower one's guard?' Maybe he was thinking too hard. Rosemary was merely one of hundreds of girls here.
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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 Apr 26, 2012 1:58:24 GMT
"Miss Rosemary," she repeated. "I haven't been called that in a long time."
She grinned up at him when he introduced himself and gave her permission to call him by his first name. All the other guards either wanted to be called something obviously sexual or didn't bother to tell you to call them anything, instead preferring the inmates to just keep quiet.
"Atticus. Atticus Ravensdale. I really like that," she told him seriously. "Do you have any nicknames? Do you mind if I call you Atti?" Rose frowned and studied his face for a moment before saying, "Twenty-two?"
As she waited for him to answer all her questions, she watched him and giggled every time he would give her a weird look. She figured he thought her truly crazy. "I'm twenty-one, by the way. And I like to talk. Obviously. My dad never liked that about me."
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Post by Atticus Ravensdale on Apr 26, 2012 5:17:10 GMT
"I'd rather you not call me Atti, but I also acknowledge that I can't control what you say either," replied Atticus. He only felt comfortable with friends or family calling him that. It was weird with anyone else.
He frowned in confusion when she asked twenty-two. Fortunately, it quickly registered that she was asking his age. "Twenty-four, actually. You were close."
Atticus continued to observe her as they wound their way through the Asylum's twists and turns. She appeared amused by his confusion. He supposed that didn't really matter since she became amused by almost anything he said or did. The red-head was like a child with a new toy.
"You like to talk, huh? I didn't notice." He decided to stop while he was ahead. Atticus wasn't known for his sense of humor.
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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 Apr 26, 2012 14:12:27 GMT
"You can't control what comes out of my mouth, but I can... Most of the time." She snickered at that. "Atticus it is then, good sir."
Rose was silent for a minute as she stared at him, head tilted slightly to the right in curiosity. "Twenty-four, huh? I never would have gotten that. My next guest would have been twenty-five or one." She shrugged at her answer. He looked like he could be either really young or just some years older than her. She then snorted. "Sarcasm is a wonderful thing."
"So, tell me, Sir Atticus, what made you decide to come work in a place like this?" She frowned at him. "You're handsome, toned, and all muscular and stuff, pretty blues eyes, too; I imagine you can get a job anywhere just based on your looks, so what on earth would make you want to work here?"
"Of course, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to. I understand it's probably something personal. We can talk about something else. Like, how much longer until we get back to my cell? I swear these hallways get longer and more complicated each time..." Rose babbled on for a few minutes about the complicated halls, at some point even bringing up the horrible food they had to eat.
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