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Post by Wynter Willow on Jun 29, 2011 3:54:05 GMT
"He only has one other pet and she is seperated from the cells like I am," she said feeling more and more uncomfortable around this girl. What did she want from her, wynter wondered.
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Post by Nicole Hatter on Jun 29, 2011 4:01:50 GMT
"Only one other? Tsk." Cole made a sound of disbelief and looked up at her, "Not what I heard." The girl she had over heard said that there were a few new inmates the doctor had taken a liking to. "In an entire building full of helpless women, you think he would only take two pets?"
It made perfect sense. At least, it did in Cole's mind.
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Post by Wynter Willow on Jun 29, 2011 4:10:07 GMT
"Depends on what you consider pets darling," Wynter said, "there's only one other woman in his bed at night other than me." She looked at the inmate still wondering what her game was, "he may screw other inmates but doesn't bring them into his bed without consulting me."
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Post by Nicole Hatter on Jun 29, 2011 4:14:41 GMT
"Just telling you what I heard, deary." Cole put her hands up that way people do when defending themselves in conversation. "Like I said, there is very little to do here but gossip and have sex. And I'm not feeling up to the latter."
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Post by Wynter Willow on Jun 29, 2011 4:27:13 GMT
"Keep your opinions and gossip to yourself darling and you may stay half way sane in this hell hole," she said to the girl through gritted teeth. Wynter slowly stood up, using a nearby bookcase for support but continued to watch Cole.
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Post by Nicole Hatter on Jun 29, 2011 18:42:49 GMT
Cole looked up at Wynter and tilted her head to one side. "But where is the fun in being sane at all?"
Then it hit her. She finally noticed how Wynter moved around her. It was similar to how someone would move if they were to meet a stray and rabid dog in an alley way. Trying not to make any sudden movements or offend it in any way.
"Do I frighten you, deary?"
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Post by Wynter Willow on Jun 30, 2011 2:32:08 GMT
"What?...no. Why would I be afraid of you." Wynter backed slowly away from the girl, clearly lying.
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Post by Nicole Hatter on Jun 30, 2011 2:47:46 GMT
Cole looked at Wynter, puzzled, like she wasn't lying but was just stupid. "Well, you're backing away from me like I'm a wild animal." Cole's expression changed to one of outrage. "And honestly, I'm offended. I've done nothing to you to make you think I would cause any harm to you or your little..."
Cole pointed at Wynter's bulge with a look of slight disgust on her face. Then stopped pointing as if she was too grossed out to even do that and instead merely waved her hand in the direction of it. "...Fetus."
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Post by Wynter Willow on Jun 30, 2011 3:34:52 GMT
Wynter tripped over a book as she backed away from Cole. She fell the floor but made sure the infant inside her wasn't hurt. "I-I..." she didn't know what to say to her.
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Post by Nicole Hatter on Jun 30, 2011 4:08:54 GMT
"Careful!" Cole shouted as Wynter's foot made contact with the book and cringed as she hit the ground. She quickly stood up and rushed to her fellow inmate to grab her hand and help her to her feet. At the same time she grabbed the book with her other hand.
Once Wynter was on her feet, Cole examined the book. She didn't regognize it as one of the books she had thrown. She tossed it near one of the book shelves, still on the floor but at least now it wasn't a hazard.
"Are you alright, deary?"
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Post by Wynter Willow on Jun 30, 2011 4:17:39 GMT
"Yes...I'm fine I think," she said. Wynter's breathing was heavy and she felt her child kick hard within her stomach. "Shh...it's okay," she said rubbing her stomach and trying to calm her child. "I'm always tripping over something it seems."
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Post by Nicole Hatter on Jun 30, 2011 4:26:10 GMT
Cole seemed genuinly concerned now. "You should lie down." She advised, "Would you like me to walk you down to your room? Should I call for the chasers?"
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Post by Wynter Willow on Jun 30, 2011 4:36:03 GMT
"No, no, I'm fine," Wynter said relaxing a bit around Cole. "I just need to get this wretched blessing to stop kicking my ribs." She looked down at her hand witch was placed gingerly on her stomach trying to sooth the child.
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Post by Nicole Hatter on Jun 30, 2011 21:05:53 GMT
"Maybe some brandy." Cole suggested. She was back to her old self yet not as frightening now. "That should knock it out for a bit and give you a bit of rest." She smiled. It wasn't clear if she was serious or not.
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Post by Wynter Willow on Jul 1, 2011 4:42:32 GMT
Wynter looked at Cole confused. "Brandy?" she questioned finally getting her balance enough to let go of the girls arm.
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