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Post by Wynter Willow on Jun 18, 2011 20:45:25 GMT
Wynter slid out the door of Dr. Bramsfield's office pulling it shut from behind her. "Where shall I go now?" she said thinking outloud. She thought about the nights events back in Dr. Bramsfield's office as she began walking down the hallway looking for inmates like herself like he had asked her to do but where would she find such inmates in this huge place?
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Post by Willow Liddell on Jun 20, 2011 0:32:44 GMT
Willow had been an inmate of the Asylum for months now. With each day, she grew less and less positive she would be able to escape.
It certainly wasn't as simple as it looked. The new doctor was not someone she wished to come into contact with more than was possible.
As she walked the hall like a shadow, she spied another girl...young woman, like herself. She didn't recall the girl before. Perhaps she was from the other Ward?
"I heard they don't let out Ward B girls," she said softly, eyes darting here and there, lest a Chaser come to hustle her along to the Hydrothearpy Chamber. Or, even better, for a leeching.
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Post by Wynter Willow on Jun 20, 2011 1:15:54 GMT
"Huh?!" wynter jumped at the sound of the girls voice. She wasn't use to this place and it was creepy enough without someone sneaking up on her. "I'm not sure where my ward even is," she said looking at the floor near the girls feet as she pulled at a long red lock of her own hair. She stepped back towards the wall away from the girl just in case she truelly was insane, or had been here so long that she had become insane.
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Post by Willow Liddell on Jun 20, 2011 6:18:41 GMT
Willow guessed this girl was as much a prisoner here as she herself, and tried to make herself a little more friendly.
"I'm--sorry--if I frightened you," she said quietly, "I've just never seen you before. I'm Willow."
Her eyes darted right and left again, ears listening for the Chasers.
"I'm surprised you're not in a cell. I guess you're in Ward B, since I know most of the Ward A girls," she went on, half-babbling to ease her own tension.
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Post by Wynter Willow on Jun 20, 2011 6:35:34 GMT
"It's okay. I've never been in the wards, at least not yet I haven't," wynter said still not knowing if the girl was friend or foe, only that she talked...a lot. "Shh...your talking will only alert chasers more to our presence." She walked over to the girl grabbing a hold of her arm and dragging her to the side out of sight. "I just got to the asylum yesterday and have been in that room down the whole with the double doors most of the night."
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Post by Willow Liddell on Jun 20, 2011 6:42:29 GMT
Having gotten used to being handled roughly, Willow allowed the other girl to take her down and out of sight.
The threads of her mind were woven tightly now, for her own protection. She looked in the direction of the doors the other girl mentioned.
"You were marked too?" she asked softly, keeping her voice low.
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Post by Wynter Willow on Jun 20, 2011 7:03:03 GMT
"Marked?" Wynter questioned and then she remembered not everyone was as willing as she was. "Oh...marked," she said after a long moment of silence. She looked at the girl, studying her, and then desiding she was worth getting to know more. "So how long have you been here?"
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Post by Willow Liddell on Jun 20, 2011 7:23:30 GMT
"I've stopped counting the days," said Willow softly, blinking her large eyes, "I know I will never leave here now. I came here in Summer."
Willow finally seemed to calm down, but the look of utter confusion, fear, and terror in her eyes was enough to melt any heart.
"Willow," she said softly, "that's my name."
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Post by Wynter Willow on Jun 20, 2011 7:33:59 GMT
"Oh..." Wynter replied "...well my name's Wynter and it's very nice to meet you Willow. I think we'll be great friends." She then jumped wrapped her arms around willow energetically in a hug. Wondering in the back of her mind still what her dearest doctor did to this girl when he marked her and why she seemed so scared when she'd mentioned being marked.
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Post by Willow Liddell on Jun 20, 2011 7:48:44 GMT
For a moment, Willow was unsure of what to do when Wynter wrapped her arms around her. She hadn't had much loving physical contact with other beings lately.
Her body stiffened, but after a moment she relaxed and returned the hug.
"I hope we'll be good friends, Wynter," she said quietly.
She tried a small smile, though there was little if anything to smile about.
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Post by Wynter Willow on Jun 20, 2011 8:00:29 GMT
Wynter smiled dragging Willow down he hall towards the large double doors of Dr. Bramsfields office. "We're going to be bestest friends, we are," she said in a giggly voice. She had to find out what he did to her and confronting him with Willow at her side may be the only way.
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Post by Willow Liddell on Jun 20, 2011 8:03:10 GMT
There was something a little...off...about Wynter, but Willow was glad that she was able to giggle a little.
She didn't know about best friends, but she guessed they could be friends if nothing else.
They arrived at Dr Bramsfield's office, Willow blinking in confusion. She looked a little nervous, but with her new friend at her side, she took courage.
"Why are we here?" she asked quietly.
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Post by Wynter Willow on Jun 20, 2011 8:11:54 GMT
"I'm afraid I have to deal with some curiousities that have to do with him and you," Wynter said, though they really weren't curiousities as much as jealousy. She didn't like to not know about the women he marks and she did not know about Willow. "Don't worry though," she said noticing Willows nerviousness, "he won't touch you again."
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Post by Willow Liddell on Jun 20, 2011 8:14:06 GMT
Willow gave a light nod, and waited for them to be admitted.
It wasn't as if things could get any worse. If Wynter was curious about her "marking" she was sure that Dr. Bramsfield could satisfy that curiosity.
So why were her insides churning, snake-like?
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Jun 20, 2011 8:18:28 GMT
From within the venerable (ha!) doctor's office emanated the smoke and distinct scent of pure opium. Faint fiddling could be heard on a violin of considerable age, though from whom the music came was a complete mystery to the girls outside the door.
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