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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Apr 13, 2012 22:00:40 GMT
"And who do we have here?" Asked the curious Doctor Bramsfield as he gzed at young Atticus.
Something in him twitched.
"Do you come for your skills? Have you sought employment due to your love of fucking petty mad girls? Or maybe you've come in search of some lost lover locked away here? Do tell, lad." He peered over his spectacles, auburn hair falling in waves and ringlets over his small shoulders.
He unhooked the top button of his shirt, fanning himself briefly. For such an early spring day, it was blastedly hot in here.
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Post by Atticus Ravensdale on Apr 13, 2012 22:37:27 GMT
Tilting his head, mild confusion registered on Atticus's face.
"I came here to keep myself busy and was also told this would be a different way to serve Her Majesty's country," he replied neutrally. The man wasn't sure what to make of his new boss. With the abundant auburn hair and strange way he worded things, Atticus was strongly reminded of a fox.
He wondered what sort of commander the headmaster would have made. The young man doubted any subordinates would question Bramsfield.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Apr 13, 2012 22:54:37 GMT
"Hm" he shrugged, arching his back tiredly and stretching his arms over his head in a catlike stretch.
"And tell me about yourself, then" he said as he reclined in his chair, wondering what dirty secrets could possibly be divulged to him. He hoped something dirty would come out. Most of his chasers had something to hide. Wwhat could Atticus be harboring? It had been a long time since some fresh meat showed up, and now here was a new man to make a pass on. Heavens, he was excited.
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Post by Atticus Ravensdale on Apr 13, 2012 23:49:02 GMT
'Oh, this would be the point in conversation where I smile politely,' thought Atticus as he did so. He spoke as he smiled quite naturally through months of good practice.
"I served the military for almost 8 years, stationed in Burma. Not much fighting went on there aside from the odd guerrilla attack from the rebels. I never killed anyone." As odd as that was to say, he was surprised how often that question was asked. That sort of question was rather personal. Although now, he was sure he wouldn't feel anything if he had killed. It occurred to him Bramsfield would likely want him to elaborate more.
"Sharpshooting is a talent of mine and I was one of the top 5 in my squad. Hunting is one of my favorite pastimes."
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Apr 14, 2012 14:02:53 GMT
"I used to hunt. Not animals, though" he said with a smirk, "now I hunt Inmates in London and drag them here. Now. You came to my office for a reason, did you not? What is it you need from me?"
His eyes were luminous in the light that spilled through the windows of his office, and he closed them briefly in indulgence before opening them to look upon Atticus again. Would the boy draw interest, or even notice? He thought not. A sharpshooter could be a very good talent indeed. He pondered upon giving him a gun. It may be a risk, but he was willing to make that, maybe someday.
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Post by Atticus Ravensdale on Apr 14, 2012 19:35:04 GMT
Atticus tried chuckling quietly after the headmaster's hunting comment, but stopped when it came out sounding too forced. Hopefully he wouldn't notice but that was doubtful. A good commander notices everything.
"I need something to help me sleep, sir." He'd only been able to sleep about 4 hours between the past two days. It was too quiet at night. Images of his mangled friends came unbidden into his mind's eye and on occasion to his physical eyes. Worst were images of the tiger. At times, it would chase him in his dreams. Other times, it would visit him while he was wide awake, but unable to move. The beast would lay its heavy upper body on his chest and he could see the fresh offal on its teeth and smell it on its hot breath...
Sudden pain. Glancing down, Atticus unclenched his fists. His knuckles were white and his nails had dug into his palms. Unsure of what expression had been his face or how long he wore it, Atticus smiled benignly. He focused wholly on Bramsfield, hoping images of the present would drown out those of the past.
"I am hoping for something that won't let me dream, sir."
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Apr 14, 2012 19:52:30 GMT
"Ah. You need Laudanum" he said with relish, withdrawing a satin pouch from his pokcet containing several doses of the heavy drug, "Never go anywhere without it. But it comes at a heavy price. This is my personal supply, you see. My own money goes to this and not the taxpayers' dollars as the inmates' medication does."
He slipped Atticus a grin, noticing the blood which now trickled down his palms. He stood up, walking slowly towards him so as not to startle the on-edge chaser. He lifted one damaged hand to his eyes and looked at the deep gouges. "Allow me to fix this as well, hmm?"
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Post by Atticus Ravensdale on Apr 14, 2012 20:51:59 GMT
"Thank you, sir. I'll gladly pay you back for it." He felt relieved knowing he'd finally get a night of dreamless sleep. Earlier, the young man debated not troubling the headmaster about it, but the idea of his performance suffering due to sleep deprivation didn't sit well.
Atticus watched the headmaster walk up to him, grateful for his kindness and for unintentionally keeping the horrific imagery at bay. He only noticed the blood slowly dripping from his palms when Bramsfield lifted his hand up. Atticus hadn't realized how tightly clenched his hands had been. Looking up at the tall man, he nodded.
"Yes, please."
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Apr 14, 2012 21:52:17 GMT
Delicately, he kissed away the blood, and grabbed a bandage from his labcoat pocket. Luckily, he had only just returned from a trip to Lymer's lab, and thus was prepared with the minimal supplies.
"Oh, I do not require money. I want a favour of you." He said quietly, eyeing him up.
He slowly bandaged each hand with the most practiced of touches and sealed them off with a safety pin. When he was done, he offered the Laudanum to the boy with an open palm. When he reached for it, he snatched it away with a smirk. He would get his favour now rather than later.
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Post by Atticus Ravensdale on Apr 14, 2012 22:32:57 GMT
Observing Bramsfield kiss the blood away, Atticus concluded the action to be quite pleasant. The kisses were light and gentle; there was nothing to feel threatened by.
"Of course, sir," he replied as he watched the doctor bandage his hands. Atticus was rubbish at the healing arts. The headmaster made look easy what was difficult for him. Then again, he was trained to kill rather than heal.
When offered the laudanum, Atticus reached for it and looked a bit confused when Bramsfield withdrew it. He smiled politely and the chuckle that came out sounded much more natural.
"I take you want the favor repaid now, sir?"
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Apr 14, 2012 22:54:53 GMT
"Well...I think I'd quite enjoy..." he looked up as he was cut off by a loud crash as Vaudier dashed into the room to see the headmaster leaning in sensually to the other's ear.
"Ooh...Boss, what's this?" He grinned wickedly as Bramsfield pulled away in shock, "got a plaything?"
"Nno" he said bitterly and flinched away from Atticus.
He'd just been on the verge of making the wonderful offer, and Vaudier had spoiled it. He seemed about to scold the man, but saw that his head chaser was on the verge of exploding into confetti. Vaudier had new meat to tease, now, and was overjoyed.
"Why not come with me and get some trainin' eh? Forget Brammy. He's a big pussy anyway. He wants your arse" he said with a giggle.
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Post by Atticus Ravensdale on Apr 15, 2012 1:06:17 GMT
The loud crash made him jump. He was startled by the sudden appearance of an unknown man, presumably staff like himself. And... was he just referred to as a plaything? Atticus watched as the headmaster flinched away while the new man looked as though christmas had come early. He decided to take mental notes based on their interactions.
"Thank you for the kind offer, but I'm under the impression my current debt is to be repaid now, sir. Perhaps another time?" Arse? Pussy? Was this man laughing at him or Bramsfield? If so, what kind of laugh and why? Atticus struggled to make sense of this new development.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Apr 15, 2012 1:13:18 GMT
"E's gay" Vaudier said "E wants yer arse, you goof" he slapped Atticus on the shoulder.
"Vaudier! Shut your face!" He said crossly, though a blush played over his pale, freckled features. He hid his face briefly and shook his head "My sexuality is of no concern. So, Atticus. There's a girl I need you to drag me. Or yourself. That offer still stands."
He hoped his offer was clear, but he didn't think it was.
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Post by Atticus Ravensdale on Apr 15, 2012 1:43:52 GMT
"Oh. That explains it," replied Atticus, not minding the slap to the shoulder. It reminded him of being around his fellow soldiers and made him feel a little more at home.
Tilting his head, he was unsure of what Bramsfield really wanted in order to repay the debt. He silently cursed his lack of understanding how people worked. When in doubt, think logically. Whatever it is that needs to be done, he could just do it. Whether the favor was of sexual nature wouldn't matter since he'd never experienced it in any form.
"You can use me as you see fit unless you would prefer me to bring a girl, sir." It occurred to him it may be odd not to have an expression upon saying something of this nature, but he wasn't sure what face would be appropriate.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Apr 15, 2012 2:11:18 GMT
"Hm. No, nevermind I'd rather have a chase." He said, suddenly falling disinterested. The boy was nowhere near what he wanted.
Vaudier, however, was poised and ready to go. He grabbed Atticus's arm very gently and slapped his shoulder again seeing the positive reaction it gained. "Seriously though, boy, let's go do some work. Get Brammy that one bad inmate and then you're debt'll be paid?"
He looked for an agreement from his employer, who nodded tritely and then shrugged. "Have your way. I'll be right here"
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