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Post by Wynter Willow on Jul 6, 2011 2:55:55 GMT
Wynter quietly slid through the double doors of bramsfields office with Anya snuggled into her arms. She shut the door behind her and looked about the room for him.
"Darling?" Wynter said hoping it would catch his attention. She heard shuffling in the music room as she walked through the open door.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Jul 6, 2011 3:02:42 GMT
Ahh my darling..." Bramsfield could be heard whimpering softly in his small workshop, and a series of shuffling thumps could be heard, rustling footsteps following each thump.
"So beautiful...so graceful..." he moaned, his voice carrying out into the foyer of his office.
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Post by lovelesslucid on Jul 6, 2011 3:07:17 GMT
Anya gazed around with her glassy doe-eyes and hid her face shyly beneath Wynter's auburn hair. She'd been here before. When she got admitted. But she hadn't met the man in question. Only that tall scary lady wearing all black like a crazy crow. She didn't like that lady. Too much like gramma.
Her arms and her body trembled, and she longed to be closer to Wynter, although they were already practically smushed together, with Wynter's tight grip on her
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Post by Wynter Willow on Jul 6, 2011 3:11:13 GMT
Wynter stood in the foyer of his office and ran her fingers through Anya's hair. "It's okay Sweetie," she whispered into the childs ear hoping to calm the trembling child. Wynter held her tightly and walked into the music room where the noises were coming from.
Wynter giggled spotting him with a well dressed maniquin dancing across the floor of the music room. She coughed loudly to get his attention.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Jul 6, 2011 3:27:08 GMT
"g-AH!!" Doctor Bramsfield shrieked as the mannequin flew from his hands, a spasm of shock convulsing his muscles to make him let go. "W-Wynter!! Who do we have here?" he said as he recovered from his shakenness and approached the pair of girls.
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Post by lovelesslucid on Jul 7, 2011 1:21:11 GMT
Anya looked up with huge, glassy doe eyes, whimpering shyly and wanting more than ever to wet herself. The man staring at her was terrifying, tall and grotesquely thin, at least by her standards. His green eyes terrified her, they were the eyes of Babushka, that terrible old hag in the gypsy caravan... And his hair...so long..like Momma's...
She reached out with a small, dainty hand and pawed at his ginger hair curiously. And suddenly, he was okay.
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Post by Wynter Willow on Jul 7, 2011 1:25:56 GMT
Wynter watched Anya still holding her tightly in her arms. "This is Anya," she said looking from the child to him. "She was all alone in the dining hall and you know how it gets in there at this time of day." Wynter had taken Anya out of the dining hall for that reason. Some inmates were violent and hurt each other to get the others food. With Anya being so small she would be eaten alive in there.
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Post by lovelesslucid on Jul 7, 2011 1:32:38 GMT
Anya peered up with a spark of interest at the gaunt man. "...Love??" she whispered, "L-love... a-and..." She broke off abruptly and whined as she recoiled into Wynter's loving embrace. Something was off about him... He smelled... like death. And momma's favorite tobacco... or was it opium? She nibbled Mr. Meowsy's ear timidly as she often did when feeling stressed, and shifted a bit, trying to put her feet on the floor so she could hopefully patter off and find a nice hiding place.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Jul 7, 2011 1:35:51 GMT
(OOC: AHAHA LITERALLY... AHA-ha...haaa...) Edward blinked in confusion as he looked at the little girl. "I-I'm not quite sure I understand, anya... Love? Love and?" he stuttered, "Speak up, if you would." he waved her away with a dismissing hand and tottered off to clean up the mannequin and the expensive dress it wore, in one of his must-get-everything-done moods.
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Post by Wynter Willow on Jul 7, 2011 1:41:00 GMT
Wynter shut the music room door, so Anya wouldn't run off, and then sat her on the floor of the music room.
"What's wrong Anya?" She asked as she sat in the rocking chair he had resently gotten her for her unborn child.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Jul 7, 2011 1:50:38 GMT
Edward peered down at her occasionally, wondering about the little girl's secrets. There was something behind those young eyes, and he needed to find out what it was. "Oh, Wynter, by the way, your papers have been transferred... You're home free. If you'd like to visit London tonight...?" he asked, teetering on the edge of a different personality altogether as he got excited about their first day out.
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Post by lovelesslucid on Jul 7, 2011 1:53:31 GMT
"NO!!" she cried out at the thought of the beautiful Wynter leaving her behind, all alone with the other inmates with nothing more than Mr. Meowsy at her side. She knew he could talk...but still!!
"No no no no nooo..." she whined as tears bubbled from her hazel eyes and trickled down her face as she broke into tears, ultimately fearing what would possibly happen to her.
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Post by Wynter Willow on Jul 7, 2011 2:24:20 GMT
"Oh my..." Wynter picked Anya up and held her in her arms. She ran her fingers through her hair and rubbed her back trying to comfort the crying child.
"Dear..." she said to bramsfield who was still waiting for her answer. "I don't think tonight would be the best."
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Jul 7, 2011 2:30:39 GMT
"Oh.. but my love..." He trailed off bitterly as he felt a sudden hatred for the young girl. Of course Wynter would... move in and adopt a little one to keep herself occupied in ways Edward could never provide for his fiancee.
"Is it really necessary to adopt another child? I mean... ours are on the way," his voice turned sour as he turned abruptly and cleared his throat. He reached over to his workbench and tugged on his worn-down, bloodied leather gloves from many a night down in the laboratories and surgical theatre.
"I'll be down in Doctor Lymer's lab, if you ladies need me... but... you won't need me." He implied with a harsh glare in Wynter's direction. He didn't like this at all... One girl was good enough, he didn't want the slobberings of another distraught young girl.
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Post by lovelesslucid on Jul 7, 2011 2:33:48 GMT
Anya watched him go, reaching out suddenly to the man. He... he just needed love, right? That's what she thought, at least. He looked like momma used to... like he just needed love. As she watched his retreating back near the door, she picked up Mr. Meowsy and tossed him lightly towards the mysterious Doctor Bramsfield. "Meowsy..." she trailed off into a quiet whisper as the cotton kitten simply bounced with a dull thud on the floor, neglected by the man who was now far beyond the music room door.
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