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 8, 2012 0:47:21 GMT
The girl screamed with frustration, the sound high enough to shatter glass. She ran towards the bars of her cell, shaking them her hardest, growling, hissing. She stuck her arms in between them and tried to reach to woman on the other side.
"Don't make a promise you can't keep! When you sleep, I hope you have nightmares of me. When to make your rounds, I hope you hesitate, pausing with fear before you come to check on me. When you die, I hope you burn in your rightful place. I hope you have an afterlife, because when you do, I will be right there to murder you." Flora hissed.
She began pacing in her cell angrily, hands shaking, growling. Flora hated this woman with a burning intensity. Miss. Lightwood was about to deal with one of the most difficult of girls the asylum has ever seen. The girl was not about to give up on anything, she would do whatever it took to get out of the place.
Flora was at the point where she could murder. Instead, she sat down in her cell, muttering chants to herself. The chants sounded vicious, completely unfriendly. Flora was speaking a different tongue, one that only she was familiar with. When she finished, she glared up at the woman again, and evil smirk climbing across her face.
"'zil Usstan telanth, ji maka ol tlu! Du'ased Tlu!"
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Post by Skye Lightwood on Aug 8, 2012 20:23:31 GMT
Skye stepped out of Flora's reach, crossing her arms and waiting for the tantrum to finish. She watched the girl with a hawk-like gaze as she paced, assuming that she was finished talking so Skye butted in, using the momentary silence to her advantage.
"Ya quite done? Good. Listen now, yer not ge'in' my key. An' I ain't scared, or ever gonna be scared o' you. Also, good luck tryin' ta murder me, 'cos it's never gonna happen," Skye snapped, narrowing her eyes and stepping up to the bars again once Flora sat down.
She listened to the chanting curiously, wondering what she was saying as she had never heard the strange language before. "What tha hell are ya chantin' about? None o' tha' voodoo mumbo jumbo is gonna help ya 'ere, thought you ought ta know."
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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 8, 2012 20:35:49 GMT
Flora remained sitting in her cell, glaring at the woman on the other side of the bars. Her evil smirk was still playing at her lips, and she let out a deranged laugh. She raised her hands over her head, speaking speaking in the same tongue that she had previously.
"Ori'gato ol tlu uoi'nota ulu plynn ilta! Ori'gato ilta flamgra wun ilta ditronw'urn k'lar!" She got to her feet, walking towards the bars, giggling quietly before speaking once again.
"Kyorl nindol rumn zah'har. Jous ilta dosst yorn!" Flora's smile left her face, and she spoke in English again. "The words have been spoken. You best watch yourself Miss. Lightwood. They will come for you," Flora said in all seriousness. She went to sit back down in her cell, muttering to herself again. This time, it was no longer in a different tongue, it was in English.
Flora continued to talk to herself quietly, feeling the attendant's stare upon her. Her voice was able to be heard, but it was slightly faster than normal, ensuring that the woman wouldn't be able to pick up most words.
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