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Post by Wynter Willow on Jun 27, 2011 0:23:24 GMT
"Wynter, or bramsfield's whore. The other inmates seem to prefer the later." Wynter said this with a straight face. She had given up all innocence long ago and was no embaressed by her situation anymore, it seemed almost normal to her.
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Post by Nicole Hatter on Jun 27, 2011 0:41:31 GMT
"Oh don't fuss about it, deary." Cole reassured her. "That's just how it is when many women live together. They hate the one that has a man attached to her hip." She paused. "Or in your case, between the hips."
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Post by Wynter Willow on Jun 27, 2011 1:33:18 GMT
Wynter laughed at this because it was very true. She could control him to a point by using her body. "Well yeah...pretty much," she said smiling.
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Post by Nicole Hatter on Jun 27, 2011 1:47:54 GMT
"You must be either very timid," Cole looked puzzled, "Or very unimaginative. Here, you have the head of the asylum practically wrapped around your finger and you're still an inmate?"
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Post by Wynter Willow on Jun 27, 2011 1:59:15 GMT
"And what exactly do you think I should do with this power?" Wynter asked. "I have nowhere to go outside the asylum and his mental status is iffy. He may be wrapped around my fingers right not but that can change in an instant. I've seen it change." She said this remembering the hydrotherapy and smashing tea cups.
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Post by Nicole Hatter on Jun 27, 2011 23:55:53 GMT
"Calm down, deary, it was just a thought." Cole chewed on the end of her pencil a bit more then scribbled something down.
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Post by Wynter Willow on Jun 28, 2011 1:41:50 GMT
"I am calm," Wynter said through slightly gritted teeth. She watched Cole write on the papers. "What are you writing?"
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Post by Nicole Hatter on Jun 28, 2011 2:19:05 GMT
"Oh a wonderful poem, deary," She smiled at Wynter, "it's titled "The Horrid Demise of The So-Called Lord Theodore Chambers and The Celebration That Followed...Part 7." She looked at the paper. "I always assumed that they didn't like my poetry because the titles are so long."
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Post by Wynter Willow on Jun 28, 2011 3:46:47 GMT
Wynter looked at Cole with a bewildered look, "Come again? That is quite a long title. Why so long?" She asked looking from the paper to Cole and back.
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Post by Nicole Hatter on Jun 28, 2011 4:01:50 GMT
"Well, I want those who read the title to know what the poem is about. Wouldn't you want to know what your reading so you know if you would like it or not?" When Wynter looked at the paper, she caught a glimpse of a few lines: Chopped up and broiled in a broth to be a stew, I doubt the guests would have cared even if they knew.
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Post by Wynter Willow on Jun 28, 2011 4:06:36 GMT
"Sounds like a sadistic recipe," Wynter said reading a few lines. She looked from the paper to Cole who was still writing even as she spoke.
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Post by Nicole Hatter on Jun 28, 2011 4:15:25 GMT
"Cooks make soup from broth and beasts all the time," Cole shrugged, "Are they, too, sadisitc?" She tapped her pencil against the paper a few times.
She snapped out of her thinking trance. "Have you ever heard of those tribes in Africa that eat people?"
She leaned closer to Wynter as if partaking in casual gossip and not the consuming of one's fellow man. "They claim that human flesh tastes like chicken. Chicken! I disagree, though. I think Lord Chambers would taste more like pig."
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Post by Wynter Willow on Jun 28, 2011 4:19:01 GMT
Wynter edged back away from the girl slightly and covered her stomach with her hands. "Um...I don't believe I have heard of them," she said staring at the girl and making sure she didn't attack her.
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Post by Nicole Hatter on Jun 28, 2011 4:32:51 GMT
"Hmm," Cole raised an eyebrow at her. Then snapped back into her 'normal' conversation voice. "Well, they don't live off of it if that's what your thinking. They only eat the people they've killed in battle. One last insult, I suppose, turning your enemy into waste."
She perked up. "Oh, that's good." Then scribbled more words down.
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Post by Wynter Willow on Jun 28, 2011 4:47:37 GMT
"Uh huh....Ok then..." Wynter shrugged off the strangeness of Cole. "So how did you get in here?" She asked wondering how an inmate like her got out of her cell.
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