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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Apr 15, 2012 21:17:08 GMT
"You still owe me that girl. Go and fetch." he said simply "or, as I offered before, remain here and assist me in what I never got to finish..." he smirked.
Without warning, a child's cry broke through the room, and he sighed heavily. "Damn it!"
Leaving Atticus hanging, he dashed off to collect his son from the other room. There he remained until the child's whines ceased, and returned back to Atticus's side. "Sorry about that." he said softly. "Where were we, then?"
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Post by Atticus Ravensdale on Apr 15, 2012 21:34:57 GMT
Before he could answer, the sound of a crying child filled the space. The young man kept silent as Bramsfield left to tend to the little boy. A sudden nostalgia filled his being, remembering the days when he helped care for his younger brothers and sisters. It was something he enjoyed.
Then Bramsfield came back. "I was about to bring you the girl you wanted, sir. Could you tell me which one to bring?" Normally, Atticus aimed to please his superiors, but this environment was much more casual. He figured also that the effects of the fox's death may take a little time to manifest. Plus, he wanted to explore the Asylum a little more. The architecture was most unusual and innovative.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Apr 15, 2012 21:37:49 GMT
"Go fetch me any inmate. One who is misbehaving." he said simply.
He looked upon his new employee with a sneer and grinned "and good luck doing it by yourself, eh?"
He slapped his shoulder, turned him, and nudged him towards the door with nary a goodbye. He would have to fend for himself. This would be his final test. Doctor Bramsfield only helped he would cool off and work to efficiency, but he wasn't sure that the fox incident had helped him at all.
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Post by Atticus Ravensdale on Apr 15, 2012 22:13:45 GMT
"Yes sir."
Atticus was a bit confused when the headmaster wished him good luck. Then again, he'd never witnessed his military training at work. As he was nudged out the door, the young man formulated a plan. It would work. His steps were light and silent as he made his way down to the dining hall.
Sticking to the shadows, he observed the hub of activity quietly from one of the doorways. There was plenty of potential here for misbehavior. He'd been told some of these girls could be quite crafty. Now, none of that mattered. He was the hunter and one unfortunate soul was his prey. In time, the prey would reveal itself...
Ten minutes later, it did. Two girls started to fight each other over who knew what. One wasn't facing him and the brawl was only a few feet away. In the mood for a challenge, Atticus went for the more battle-worn of the two. Unfortunately, the smaller girl saw him and threw her spoon at him. Deflecting it with his forearm, he hit the larger girl in the ribs as she turned in shock, just enough to stun. The small girl was easy. Just one well-placed hit to her solar plexus was enough to keep her from causing trouble.
Atticus scuffled with the larger girl, deciding to try what Vaudier wanted to do with the fox and have fun. For a little bit, it looked like the muscular girl had the upper hand. He liked the look on the girl's face when he turned the tables on her, that look of realization that he was just playing with her. Forcing her hands behind her back, he tied them together with a length of rope.
"The headmaster requests your presence. If you don't want me to snap your neck, you will go quietly," he said softly. When the girl nodded curtly, he released the hold and urged her forward. The trek to Bramsfield's office was quiet and Atticus liked that. Upon reaching the office, he knocked.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Apr 15, 2012 22:49:41 GMT
"Do come in" said Doctor Bramsfield tiredly, a beautiful strain of violin music stopping abruptly as he set down his instrument and addressed the inmate now in the room, "I can handle this from here. What has happened here, hmm? Why all the bruises?"
He smirked and flicked one of them as the inmate was brought close to him, relishing in her desperate, terrified whimper. "And what do you think I'm going to do to punish you, hmm? What have you heard that I do?"
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Post by Atticus Ravensdale on Apr 15, 2012 23:15:50 GMT
Opening the door, Atticus nudged the girl in and closed it behind them. Though she was trying to put on a brave face, anyone in the room could smell the fear radiating from her. Atticus moved her closer to the doctor.
The girl looked at him with fear in her eyes. She remained silent, mostly from fright but partly from that hit to the ribs. A whimper escaped when the doctor flicked one of the fresh bruises. She was shaking. She knew what Bramsfield did... well, he did a variety of things. Each was more terrifying than the next.
"Something horrible," was all the girl managed to squeak out. She weakly struggled against the knots binding her wrists together.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Apr 17, 2012 14:45:06 GMT
((OOC: Skipping ahead a bit beause we both agreed upon it.))
Not an hour later, Vaudier shuffled up to Atticus from behind with a look of pride in his eye. They happened to be stationed on watch together at the front gates. They had their moment alone out here.
"I'm proud'a yer." He said, truly beaming with the emotion, "I 'eard what ya did to that girlypoo. Beat the shyte out of the other one, too. Congratulations, Atti. Welcome to the ranks. Keep it up an' ol' Brammy will hire ya on as his personal chaser. I went from the lowest of the low to his head of security in maybe a year. But that's cuz I'm good, ya know? Gotta' work hard boy. Impress me some more."
Though he spoke as a proud father, his final statement seemed to be some sort of seducing line. His eyes had grown lidded and he gazed at Atticus like he were some form of god before him.
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Post by Atticus Ravensdale on Apr 17, 2012 17:42:02 GMT
The young man had been stationed to keep watch. No mischief had been sighted yet, but Atticus knew better than to underestimate the Asylum and its inmates. He looked over upon hearing footsteps and saw Vaudier walk to his side. Atticus listened intently to his words and worked to decipher the emotion behind them.
It seemed to be pride and possibly something else. Either way, it was positive. "Thank you, sir. It is my goal to become just as good as you," he replied with a small smile. It seemed okay to feel emotions in small doses. Vaudier proved to be an excellent mentor in many ways. Atticus felt it to be his duty to make the man proud, and also because he truly wanted to.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Apr 17, 2012 18:44:40 GMT
"Wonderful!" He grinned widely and slapped him hard on the back, "Great! Spiffy!" He truly looked now as though Christmas had come.
He nudged the man and leaned back against the stone wall just beside Atticus. He nudged his shoulder softly and looked out over the hills to London off in the distance "Nice place, eh? We should go out to the bridge some night. I'll show you the town." He smiled brightly
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Post by Atticus Ravensdale on Apr 17, 2012 19:12:03 GMT
Happiness must be infectious. That had to be the most logical reason as to why Atticus felt this strange light feeling. He'd ruled out any biological explanations for it, therefor it must be because he was happy too.
Atticus looked in the direction his superior indicated. He could see the soft glow from the gas lamps light up the buildings he could see. It was much different from what he'd grown up around and from Burma. The young man did not doubt London's greatness.
"It would be a great pleasure, sir. I eagerly anticipate it," said Atticus without his usual emotionless voice. In its place was genuine happiness. In the weak light, he felt as though there were a certain brightness that was felt rather than seen. He looked at Vaudier. Though his expression divulged little as to his thoughts, there was a spark of curiosity that hadn't been there before.
"What all does London have to see that's not usually mentioned to visitors? How does it work and what are the people like?"
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Apr 24, 2012 22:54:35 GMT
"Nevermind that. I've got an idear." Vaudier said, nudging his companion with energy and an urge in his voice as he pulled his companion close to him roughly to whisper in his ear "Le's have a picnic right now!" He exclaimed.
"We can share my lunch!" He said softly with a smile "I packed extra fer the newbie."
He plopped down right where he was sitting and withdrew food from a basket, then offered the basket for Atticus to sit on. He only hoped the man would accept his advances in the right way.
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Post by Atticus Ravensdale on Apr 25, 2012 1:35:27 GMT
A very brief panic made Atticus tense slightly when Vaudier pulled him close, but it relaxed away as his brain informed him the man had no intentions of harming him. He shivered a bit from the vibrations of his senior's voice being so close to his ear. It was... comforting? That seemed to be the right word.
"Thank you very much, sir," he replied, the smile still on his face. Atticus greatly enjoyed that this happiness wasn't fleeting or taunting. He hoped it would stay for a while.
Atticus sat on the basket when offered. Though he disliked the creatures, he kept his eyes on Vaudier with all the attentiveness of a cat. His superior was being kind, yes, but it felt as though there was something else there.
'But I could just be thinking too hard and I'd rather not have a bizarre repeat of fox incident,' he thought. Maybe it was just a side effect of the happiness. The young man decided it would be better to simply accept the happiness for what it was and stopped trying to pick it apart.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Apr 25, 2012 13:45:04 GMT
"So. Tell me about yerself sommore." Vaudier said, munching away at his half of his lunch without a care in the world. He watched on in interest when Atticus began to speak, he couldn't help himself. He was so damn adorable that none of it mattered.
He offered the other half to Atticus, interrupting him, and gave him a winning smile. Maybe tonight when they shared barracks together...no. he wouldn't let himself go there.
He looked out over the horizon, taking in the scenery and the beautiful view of London. Perhaps today was the day they would venture out and pay the town a visit. He could take him to the shops, to Piccadilly, even out to the countryside. He knew where Doctor Bramsfield once lived and still visited. Perhaps the three could take a trip there.
"Wanna' see Brammy's home sometime? Where he and his husband lived?"
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Post by Atticus Ravensdale on Apr 25, 2012 18:33:36 GMT
Tapping his fingers on the basket, Atticus gave the question a bit of thought as he wondered where to start. He smiled when it occurred to start with things that brought him joy or was proud of.
"Well, I have 14 other siblings of varying ages. My older brothers were the ones to teach me how to hunt and trap. They taught me how to shoot and survive with little to nothing. Although mother wasn't very happy that they left me alone in the woods for nearly two days," he said with a little laugh. "I can understand her worry now, but at the time it seemed rather silly. I'd survived just fine."
Vaudier interrupted him with an offering of half a sandwich. Atticus smiled gratefully and accepted it, taking a hungry bite and enjoying his superior's company. Vaudier and commander Bramsfield were the only people he seemed to enjoying being around, aside from family. Even then, he felt too ashamed of his breakdown in Burma to face his family again. Being here was, dare he say, fun. These people were kind, didn't ask awkward questions, and accepted him as he was. Vaudier's voice roused him from his thoughts.
"Yes, I'd love too, sir."
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Apr 25, 2012 22:15:25 GMT
"Dear goodness, I hope I can remember where to go. We should just go when we're finished here. It's my break time, anyway." He nodded, finishing up his food and sealing the rubbish neatly into one of the cloths used to bind his sandwiches. He leaned over and gave Atticus a peck on the cheek "You're such a sweet boy" he nodded in agreement with himself.
He rose from his seat in the grass, brushing off his jeans, and huffed "It's such a great day, no? And your story...so interesting. Seriously, boyo" he slapped his back, "I only had a sister as a lad. She was sommat special, for sure."
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