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Post by lovelesslucid on Jun 29, 2011 17:14:46 GMT
Anya peeked around the dining hall timidly as all of the inmates were forced into the room, the girls collectively taking their seats among the rickety wooden tables. As she smelled the horrible concoction one of the elder girls carried to the table, she hid her face against Mister Meowsy and whimpered shyly. She didn't like this place. She was terrified, in fact.
What had she done to deserve to be here? All those times she got hit by someone, she never cried out against them, never rebelled...people only hurt her. She did nice things, she was a good girl...why did they put her in a big scary place?
She found herself sitting beside a particularly attractive girl whose face she couldn't entirely see, and she shivered softly as her nearly translucent white shift got disturbed by an icy breeze, her small body curling in on itself in shame and seclusion. She wanted to go home...to go home to Momma...
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Post by Hannah O'Riley on Jun 29, 2011 17:50:56 GMT
Hannah sat amongst the other girls, still quite confused about the whole place. She had arrived here yesterday. and didn't quite know her destiny yet. What was this place?
She looked around the room and her eyes fell upon a little girl at her left. "Excuse me..." she asked softly, and tried to get eyecontact with the little girl. "Have you been here for a long time, or..?" The little girl looked quite beautiful and innocent, and Hannah was sure that if she ever had a sister, she would definetly look like this.
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Post by lovelesslucid on Jun 29, 2011 17:57:59 GMT
Anya peered up with huge, startled eyes, her lower lip quivering as she nearly burst into tears. For time first time in so long, somebody was really talking to her! She took a shaky breath, her small, high-pitched voice coming in a small squeak as she threw her arms around the woman beside her, feeling more than relieved to have somebody to trust in this place.
Already, this girl meant the world to her. She knew they'd be bestest friends forever, she'd never leave her side again. Timidly, she offered up her stuffed kitty, his button eyes sewn tightly in place by her own hand. "L-love?" she inquired, wondering about the girl's opinion of the third little member of their new troupe.
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Post by Hannah O'Riley on Jun 29, 2011 18:10:21 GMT
"Oh.." she gasped, taken by surprise when the little girl thrust her arms around her. She couldn't help but start laughing, because of this little girl. "It's... It's quite alright.." Hannah stutterede still whilst laughing.
She looked at the stuffed kitty and then upon the little girl. "Love? Is your kitty named love, or do you want ... to be loved?" She was a little confused about the situation, but couldn't help liking this girl. "My name is Hannah. What is yours?"
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Post by lovelesslucid on Jun 29, 2011 18:21:56 GMT
"Mister Meowsy." she said timidly, flinching a bit at the woman's laughing. She pointed down to her kitty and hugged him tightly, nibbling on one of his triangular ears as she often did when feeling shy. "...A-Anya Aleksandrov" she said, hardly audible, stating her own name as she peered up through glassy, doe-like eyes at the beautiful girl before hiding her face in the girl's shift shyly, hiccupping as she began to cry.
She was so terrified of this new, scary place. She'd not been there three days, and already she'd been beaten and abused. Her once-slender body had taken on a garish, almost skeletal thinness, although not as severe as some of the inmates here.
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Post by Wynter Willow on Jun 30, 2011 3:53:15 GMT
Wynter sat quietly in the corner away from the other inmates when she noticed the little girl. She stood up leaving her untouched "food" at the table and walked towards the girl, thinking of her own children she left in Bramsfields rooms.
"Oh dear," she said sitting next to the girl and other inmate.
((OOC: Hope you don't mind if I join. I figure there's more than two when it said "inmates".))
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Post by lovelesslucid on Jul 1, 2011 16:48:29 GMT
Anya soon found herself snuggled between two gorgeous girls, and giggled shyly as she offered to share Mr. Meowsy with Wynter as well, humming softly as they all embraced. Suddenly she felt safe, felt as though she was being loved, being watched and taken care of.
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Post by Wynter Willow on Jul 2, 2011 2:39:11 GMT
Wynter wrapped an arm around Mr. Meowsy and ran her fingers through the little girls hair. "So what's your name sweetie?" she asked the girl quietly.
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Post by lovelesslucid on Jul 5, 2011 20:41:30 GMT
"A-A..." she bit her lip tearfully and peeked up, feeling the insane urge to wet herself, but knowing much better. The last time she had done it, she was taken immediately to hydrotherapy to be "cleaned". It had been so very scary. She wanted her momma, wanted to go home to her momma and her brother.
"Anya Aleksandrov," she said in barely a whisper, trying hard to remember the last time she'd heard someone tell her her name.
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Post by Wynter Willow on Jul 6, 2011 0:50:35 GMT
"Anya..." Wynter said smiling down at the girl sweetly "...that's a pretty name." She made herself eye level with the girl still running her fingers through her unusually soft hair.
"Well Anya, my name is Wynter."
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Post by lovelesslucid on Jul 6, 2011 2:13:10 GMT
Anya shivered as she made eye contact and swallowed hard, feeling oh-so shy as she hid her face softly in the side of Wynter's breast. She whimpered softly as the inmate on the other side of her shifted harshly and knocked her forward into Wynter's lap, and she dropped Mister Meowsy unintentionally.
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Post by Wynter Willow on Jul 6, 2011 2:26:38 GMT
Wynter sat the girl up and wrapped her arms around her so that she wouldn't be pushed around. "Why don't you come with me Anya, would you like that?" Wynter asked realizing the environment within the dining hall was becoming more hostile toward the young girl. She picked up Mr. Meowsy from the dirty floor and dusted him off, handing him back to Anya.
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Post by lovelesslucid on Jul 6, 2011 2:43:22 GMT
"Meoooowsy" she crooned, mewling like a kitty as she snuggled her stuffy and nodded to Wynter. "Love" she said affectionately, expressing her attachment to Wynter, already trusting her far more than one should on first acquaintance.
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Post by Wynter Willow on Jul 6, 2011 2:51:04 GMT
Wynter slowly stood up with the girl snuggled in her arms and carried the girl quickly and silently out of the dining hall. She smiled down at the girl as they stepped into the hallway, the winter chill hung in the air as she walked towards bramsfields office.
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