Flora Selene
Inmate
Inmate A, Cell 18, Ward A
Madness is a curse, unbreakable, unavoidable.
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Post by Flora Selene on Aug 4, 2012 3:16:51 GMT
Flora sat in her filthy cell, silently devising a plan to escape the asylum she was brought to. She talked with River over and over again, listening to her advice on how to escape. She began to trace out what she knew of the asylum in the air, maintaining a perfect mental image in her head. She knew the asylum had a few floors, and this was going to be a challenge for her. "This will be interesting," she said to herself quietly. She could see the chasers from her cell and needed to think of a way she could get past them... all of them. If Flora could manage to think this through, with detail and precision, she might be able to free all the inmates from this place. She sat in her cell, giggling with hysteria, trying to contain her giggling. It was of pure excitement, and her body vibrated with pure adrenaline. Attachments:
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Post by Skye Lightwood on Aug 6, 2012 0:04:47 GMT
A young nurse walked in, staring at the giggling girl with confusion and disgust at the display of hysteria. "And what are you giggling about?" She snapped in her London accent, the harsh tone echoing around your cell. "You better not be thinking of escaping, Master Bramsfield will give you a right painful time if he finds out." She warned, slamming shut the cell door and locking it, quickly concealing the key from view.
She walked to the center of the cell, standing straight backed in front of the girl, looking down her nose at her. "You hiding anything in 'ere then? 'Cos I'll find it if you 'ave," she warned, keeping her eye on the girl, she began to walk around the cell, looking through and under the small amount of things in the room, trying to find anything that could be used against the young girl.
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Flora Selene
Inmate
Inmate A, Cell 18, Ward A
Madness is a curse, unbreakable, unavoidable.
Posts: 55
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Post by Flora Selene on Aug 6, 2012 0:27:54 GMT
Flora bit her lip nervously, "No ma'am... this girl does not plan to escape this wonderful institution," she said as convincingly as possible. "By the way Ma'am, I don't believe I have met you before.... And no one is hiding in here. It is just me and River..." She said with a straight face. Looking around nervously, she made sure that no one was actually with her in her cell. Attachments:
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Post by Skye Lightwood on Aug 6, 2012 0:43:17 GMT
"I'm sure yer not...an' that's not what the other girls 'ave been sayin'," Skye said, not trusting any of the inmates in this place one bit. She wondered what was wrong with this girl, she didn't seem as bad as most of the other girls here so far. "so, whot's yer name then?" She asked without interest
"Not that it's any o' yer business, I'm new 'ere...Yer'll call me Miss Lightwood now ya hear?" Lucy said harshly, highly doubting she would be able to speak to the girls with a soft tone. "An' I wosn't askin' about ya hidin' anyone, but who is this River, eh?" She asked, raising a pale eyebrow as she turned, placing her hands on her slender hips.
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Flora Selene
Inmate
Inmate A, Cell 18, Ward A
Madness is a curse, unbreakable, unavoidable.
Posts: 55
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Post by Flora Selene on Aug 6, 2012 0:59:15 GMT
She bit her lip and waited a few moments before replying. "My name is Flora Ma'am. Flora Selene Miss Lightwood. I'm new here..." Flora stared at the women, silent at first, choosing her words wisely. "River is..." she waited a moment before continuing "River is a seven year old girl Ma'am. She likes to talk with me. At this moment Ma'am, she's getting frustrated that you're talking. She doesn't like you... I'm sorry." She bit her lip hard again, blood droplets forming in her mouth. Flora moved back to the far corner of her cell, now trying to avoid all contact that may possibly happen. Attachments:
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Post by Skye Lightwood on Aug 6, 2012 1:15:34 GMT
Skye rolled her eyes and scoffed as Flora explained who River was. "Ain't tha' a surprise.." she muttered to herself, not believing her one bit, looking around the room, before her eyes landed on Flor backing away into the corner of her cell. "See here Miss Selene. River don't exist, neiver she does. It's just you an' I 'ere," Skye began, her hand moving to emphasise the near empty cell. "An' ya can tell 'River' that I don't give a damn if she's frustrated at me."
Skye continued checking the room, not finding anything that could be used to harm anyone. "Nuffin... Yer not hidin' anythin' still, are ya?" She asked suspiciously, walking back over to her, the tapping of her shoes echoing around the walls of the cell
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Flora Selene
Inmate
Inmate A, Cell 18, Ward A
Madness is a curse, unbreakable, unavoidable.
Posts: 55
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Post by Flora Selene on Aug 6, 2012 1:30:24 GMT
Flora's voice changed to that of a seven year old girl. "I do exist!" She hissed towards the woman. "There is three of us here!" She screeched. "You should care about me, I can be your worst nightmare!" Flora curled into a ball, and giggled hysterically, rocking back and forth. "She did it again... she did it again..." she muttered in her normal voice. "No Ma'am," she said once again, "there is nothing here." She bit her tongue secretively. "You may search if you see it fit." She said it a calm monotonous voice. Attachments:
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Post by Skye Lightwood on Aug 6, 2012 16:10:39 GMT
Skye raised her eyebrow at the childish tone, crouching down to be level with her, forcing the girl to look into her fiery hazel eyes. "I don't care for any of ya. I'm only 'ere for my job, tha's all" she said harshly, sighing as she claimed to be her worst nightmare. "Now, I don't believe tha' for a second, I'm not gonna let any of ya scare me."
She took an alarmed step backward at the hystetical giggling. She straightened quickly in case the girl decided to harm her, which wouldn't surpise her with the way her mood kept changing. "Who's done wha' again, eh? Yer speaking a load of nonsense you are."
Then came the third personality, which she didn't believe at all, having a feeling the girl was lying again. "Nuffin? Yer positive abou' tha'?" She asked, grabbing the girls arms and pulling her up, beginning to pat her down to make sure she wasn't hiding anything.
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Flora Selene
Inmate
Inmate A, Cell 18, Ward A
Madness is a curse, unbreakable, unavoidable.
Posts: 55
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Post by Flora Selene on Aug 6, 2012 16:22:47 GMT
Flora hissed menacingly as the seven year old returned. "You're going to burn in hell. You're going to burn in hell just like all that works in this God-forsaken place. That day, I will come back to dance on your grave. I'll dance like the mad girl I am. And then, just then, you will no longer have a peaceful rest, but one terrifying girl tormenting you." Her voice changed again, her voice was irritated, but not as angry as the previous. "River... River d-did i-it," she stuttered, trying to get he words out. "I'm not hiding anything! You best be letting go of me before she decides to kill you." Flora winced at her own word, kill, as if it were foreign. She never thought of River killing anyone, but recently, River has decided to speak through Flora. Flora was petrified, as River was just a girl she used to speak to. It never once occurred to her that she had a personality disorder of any kind. When the orphanage had brought her here, they knew of some of her oddness, but didn't realize this too, would and could happen. Attachments:
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Post by Skye Lightwood on Aug 6, 2012 16:50:53 GMT
"Well, if I'm gonna burn, then you must become Satan's bitch, jus' like everyone locked up in this place," Skye snapped, seeming almost unaffected by the comments. "An' believe me...I plan to stay alive longer than ya, so I'll be the one dancin' on yer grave, if anyone loves ya enough to bury ya," she said, not caring is she hurt the girls feelings.
She looked curious, wondering what River had done. "Wha' did she do? Come no, ya can tell me," she lied, knowing she would inform the doctor of everything that happened in the cell. "I can take care of mysel', she won't be killin' me tha' easy," she snapped, still patting her down until she was sure the inmate wasn't hiding anything.
Skye mistook the wincing and stepped back, hands back on her hips as she stared at Flora. "I hardly touched ya! Don' star' wincin' and whinin', or I'll give ya somethin' ta wince and whine about!" She warned, no hint of deception in her voice, glaring at her again.
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Flora Selene
Inmate
Inmate A, Cell 18, Ward A
Madness is a curse, unbreakable, unavoidable.
Posts: 55
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Post by Flora Selene on Aug 6, 2012 17:03:14 GMT
"I'm not becoming anyone's bitch. I'm stating a fact. You all will get what you deserve one day. All of you! No one will be able to prevent it. That day, I will laugh. I tell you, I will laugh at the pain you're going through. I'm more loved than you are!" Flora snapped back towards the woman. "I don't have anything. If I did," she grinned wickedly, "you wouldn't be able to find it." Flora giggled again hysterically at the comment she had made. "'An you should be scared of her. She will get you. Best not to turn your back, she's always watching." "You wouldn't dare touch me. And I'm not trusting you. I don't trust any of you." Attachments:
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Post by Skye Lightwood on Aug 6, 2012 20:19:30 GMT
"If yer more loved than I am, why did they dump ya here?" Skye asked, smirking at the girl and dismissing the comment about the pain she will apparently go through. "Yer delusional, ya see those men out there? They won't 'esitate to hurt ya if ya harm me. In truth, I'm sure most are just waitin' fer a reason ta hurt yer lot," she told her. She was starting to wish the girl would just shut up, as the childish tone was hurting her head.
"I'm sure I would find it, even if it meant takin' the cell apar' mysel'," Skye said, looking around the cell for any possible hiding spaces.
She shook her head as Flora warned her, ignoring these as well as she turned to look around the room again, not trusting this girl possibly even more than the other girls by the way she was acting and fighting back against her.
"Like I said before, I ain't gonna let 'River' scare me! I may look small, bu' I sure pack a punch, an' I ain't afraid to 'it 'er if she tries anythin', keep tha' in mind!" Skye shouted, having finally had enough of the girl and her split personalities. "An' no-body's gonna get me, I can assure ya o' tha'!"
"An' I wouldn't 'esitate, just like them chasers an' security workers, an' none of us trust you loonies either..."
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Flora Selene
Inmate
Inmate A, Cell 18, Ward A
Madness is a curse, unbreakable, unavoidable.
Posts: 55
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Post by Flora Selene on Aug 6, 2012 20:50:56 GMT
Flora bit her lip, not answering the question about being loved. "My parents would have never let this happen to their little girl. They loved me. They'd still be with me if they weren't brutally murdered! I'm not scared of you, any of you. You're nothing but a bunch of bullies, tormenting innocent girls." "Paranoid?" Flora asked with a grin on her face. "Actually worried that this poor innocent girl like I would have something to be used against you? Hmmm.... Now what would I possibly have that would hurt you?" "Ah, so tiny but mighty? I doubt it. You look like you could hardly do anything but yell at us girls." Flora noticed an un-trusting expression cross the woman's face. "What? Do you not trust me? I'm probably a lot more honest than the other girls." She laughed again with sarcasm. Flora stayed in the back of her filthy cell, looking in the direction of the chasers. "I'm not scared of them. Not scared of any of you." she repeated again. "I'll take anyone to the grave if I have to. Someone will come and get me, they will take me away from this hell hole. I bet the orphanage already realized that they sent the wrong girl." Attachments:
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Post by Skye Lightwood on Aug 6, 2012 22:58:32 GMT
"I'm sure they would of, ya probably woulda been a burden to 'em. Jus' like you were a burden to the orphanage," Skye taunted, standing tall and almost daring Flora to fight back with her. "An' yer 'ardly innocent, some of ya more than others,"
"Well, some o' the girls 'ere certainly would try 'arm us, with anythin' they can, so wha's so different about yersel'?" Skye asked, looking impatient as she waited for an answer. "An' I'm sure ya could find summin' in this place tha' could be used as a weapon."
Skye looked offended as the girl had the audacity to insult her, stepping forward threateningly. "I can tell ya 'ave a lot to learn about me, and yer gonna 'ave a lot o' time ta do so," She snapped, raising her hand as though to slap the girl, but instead fixed her cap, tucking a loose strand of her blonde hair behind her ear, trying to keep her calm.
"The sarcastic laugh doesn't 'elp my suspicions ya know, so why don't ya cut the crap an' tell me already, I don't wanna be 'ere, an' I'm sure ya don't wan't me 'ere eiver," Skye replied, looking out of the cell and wishing she could get on with her rounds. "Ya should be scared o' some o' us, I ain't sure some would be as restrained as I am now." Skye laughes bitterly as Flora had explained about someone coming for her. "They sent yer sorry arse 'ere, I don't think they're comin' back for ya. An' mixed up with another girl eh..? So there's more tha' think they're three different people in one?"
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Flora Selene
Inmate
Inmate A, Cell 18, Ward A
Madness is a curse, unbreakable, unavoidable.
Posts: 55
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Post by Flora Selene on Aug 6, 2012 23:15:01 GMT
"Stop it! Just stop it!" She screeched, close to snapping like a twig. "I wasn't a burden to my parents! Just as I wasn't a burden to the orphanage. I was a good girl there. River did this, it was all her fault! I don't deserve to be here! Let me out of here, and let me out now."
Flora was breathing heavily now, anger building up inside her. "I'm more innocent then you will ever be." She shook her head and laughed. "You're not much more innocent than Satan himself."
"I told you before, I don't have anything. Search the entire cell. The only thing you'll find is rat droppings, and dirt. Nothing too terribly harmful about that?"
She narrowed her eyes towards the woman, "I'm not insane. I don't need to be in a bloody asylum." She grabbed the woman's arm, grasping it tightly. "I will say this again: I'm not afraid of you. I'm not insane either, so let me out of this cell so I can get on with my life."
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