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Post by Nicole Hatter on Jun 26, 2011 7:11:20 GMT
Cole didn't bother looking around when she entered the library. She had a mission set in her mind and went about it with a smile. She strolled over to one of the shelves, humming the tune to Scarborough Fair. The books one this shelf were dusty and covered in cobwebs, but the spines were worn down and the names barely legible. Clearly, someone loved these books at one point.
Cole removed one from it's place. The Red and the Black. Cole puzzled at this. The book was a dark forest green with gold lettering on the cover and spine. There was no red or black on it. She opened it. There were three blank pages before the title page.
But, they would have to do.
She grabbed the top of one of the empty pages and tore it out, then the next. "Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme." Each name was said as a page was ripped out, perfectly in tune with the rest of the song.
She tossed the book onto the floor, folded the papers and stuck them into her corset.
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Post by Wynter Willow on Jun 26, 2011 8:20:19 GMT
Wynter sat in the corner with her masters extra black lab coat wrapped around her as she read the only faery book within the whole library. Her master, Doctor bramsfield, had left only minutes ago to deal with some unrulely inmates within one of the cell blocks. Leaving his lab coat to hide her pregnant stomach incase an inmate, chaser, or Madam Mournington walked in. She hummed an old song to herself as she flipped through the pages. She noticed the girl walk into the library and watched her from over her book as she tore blank pages out of books.
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Post by Nicole Hatter on Jun 26, 2011 18:20:29 GMT
Cole repeated her process of tearing to the tune of the music in her head a few more times. She even came across a Bible and took the time to tear out all of it's pages. Finally, with her waist cincher over flowing with crumpled papers, she sat down, pulled a pencil from her corset, and used one of the books as a back to write on one of said crunchy, corset papers.
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Post by Wynter Willow on Jun 26, 2011 22:01:54 GMT
Wynter sneezed as dust from her book hit the air. "Ugh...damn dust," she said quietly hoping the girl still wouldn't notice her. She wondered quietly to herself what the girl might be writing on those blank pages but did not want to ask her just in case for she might attack Wynter upon seeing her masters black labcoat.
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Post by Nicole Hatter on Jun 26, 2011 22:18:42 GMT
She didn't look up or even miss a beat in her writing. "So you're Bramsfield's little plaything, are you?" She had overheard at dinner the night before about an inmate who had been pregnant with the doctor's child. Funny that Cole should run into her the next day in the library. "I guess all there is to do here for the unimaginative is gossip and have sex."
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Post by Wynter Willow on Jun 26, 2011 22:35:11 GMT
"What have you heard," Wynter staggered surprised that the inmates even knew who she was much less gossiped about her. She had never been in the wards, so only a select few inmates have ever seen her. Even while Wynter was wearing her master coat it was still visible that she was very pregnant and she placed her hands over her stomach hoping to hide it more. She looked very hesitantly at the girl from across the room.
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Post by Nicole Hatter on Jun 26, 2011 22:45:39 GMT
"Only what the voices tell me, deary." She giggled, loving how that was technically true. She stoped writing for a moment and chewed on the end of the pencil a bit. She didn't have any pencils that didn't have bite marks on them.
She continued writing, still not looking up to the person she spoke to. "And there's no point in trying to hide it, I can see very well how far out your stomach reaches."
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Post by Wynter Willow on Jun 26, 2011 22:50:55 GMT
"Oh..." Wynter said dropping her hands from her stomach. "You don't happen to have any personal vendetta against my master, do you?" She still sat curled up in the corner with her faery book now sitting beside her, hoping her master got back soon just in case this inmate had it out for him and in association out for her as well. She played with her long red hair nerviously.
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Post by Nicole Hatter on Jun 26, 2011 22:56:36 GMT
"Well, not really a vendetta." Cole finally looked up from her scribbles and the girl was able to see her frightening pale eyes. "He is rather rude, I must say. I tried to have a conversation with him in the garden and he chain me to a tree and had his way with me." She thought for a moment.
"So, I wouldn't end his life if giving the chance...maybe just rip a limb or two off." She nodded to Wynter in such a casual way as if saying, 'Ah, yes I would like some cream in my tea, thank you.'
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Post by Wynter Willow on Jun 26, 2011 23:04:44 GMT
"Oh...lovely...be my guest then," she whispered more to herself than to the girl though she was sure the girl heard her anyways. While he took care of her and kept her from the harsher life in the asylum she was a prisoner more so in his few chambers he kept her locked in for most of the day. She stood up slowly revealing more bruises on her arms and legs than any other inmate in the asylum.
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Post by Nicole Hatter on Jun 26, 2011 23:19:32 GMT
Cole glanced sideways at her. "Something tells me you're not all that thrilled about being his favorite." She raised both eyebrows. "Or at least, one of his favorites."
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Post by Wynter Willow on Jun 26, 2011 23:30:36 GMT
"I'm more not thrilled with not being his only favorite," she confessed the look of jealousy etched on her face. "I do what I can to survive in this place, whether it's being is play thing, or one of his play things, or doing something else unsavory. You do what your told and he takes care of you." She sighed straightening out her shift and his coat that hung off her shoulders.
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Post by Nicole Hatter on Jun 26, 2011 23:43:15 GMT
"Oh, yes, and it looks like he took very good care of you." She nodded her head toward Wynter's bulge. She leaned back in the chair for a moment and thought to herself. Don't the inmates outnumber the staff?
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Post by Wynter Willow on Jun 27, 2011 0:13:33 GMT
Wynter frowned putting her hand on her stomach. "Better than getting a painful abortion like the other inmates," she said walking towards the girl and sitting next to her. "So what's your name?"
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Post by Nicole Hatter on Jun 27, 2011 0:19:34 GMT
"Cole," She answered. "You're the first person here to actually ask me my name." She recalled the girl in the sitting room who wanted to know more about Drareg than about herself. "And your name?"
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