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Post by Madeline Heather Moore on Jul 22, 2011 7:35:06 GMT
"Ooooooohhh... bum....bum....lala....lala..." Maddie danced about the cell her bare feet scraping up dirt which made it suprisingly easy for her to pirouette. The haunting music filled her head. it sounded like a music box but it kept getting faster. She quickly switches the basic pirouette for quick fouettes. The world spun all topsy turvy like some freakish fantasy that an opium addict would dream. She didn't even spot the walls and before her eyes she saw the grey walls metamorphose into the purple moors. She could feel the icy wind on her body turning her numb and as she looked up instead of seeing stars she saw millions of twinkling blue eyes. She gasped in pleasure and smiled and giggled like the child that she was. Somewhere in the back of her head she knew that this was not real, that she would fall. But the adrenaline of the constant turning made any pain she felt when she hit the ground worth it, for that one moment of life. And as she slipped she could have sworn she felt a pair of strong arms catch her.
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Post by Wynter Willow on Jul 24, 2011 4:05:45 GMT
((OOC: Is this open or are you waiting for someone?))
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Post by Madeline Heather Moore on Jul 24, 2011 6:42:10 GMT
//oog: Come on in. This is mostly for me to just write random stuff and for my different subplots that occur between her and her hallucinations but you can come in. (note to others: PLEASE ASK FIRST!!!!!!!!!!)
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Post by Wynter Willow on Jul 24, 2011 6:56:36 GMT
Wynter opened the door of the cell and stood there calmly looking at the girl as she spun and sang to herself. She smiled and held in a giggle, this wasn't something she saw every day from inmates, mad or not. She waited for the girl to notice her presence.
Her navy colored, short sleeved frock and barefeet were a shock in the inmate cell blocks which were full of white slip and stocking clad girls. Most of the girls in the asylum, upon seeing her in her pregnant state, spat insults and threats at her and others asked her to help them. She did what she could for the girls but it was never enough.
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Post by Madeline Heather Moore on Jul 24, 2011 7:32:14 GMT
Madeline caught her self. The eyes faded and tears filled her eyes. Why did loss have to hurt she wished that she would become numb from the pain but instead it increased. Sh heard a voice. A deep male voice. Madeline it called. Oh, Dieu, she knew that sweet voice. She spun around with a huge grin that shone like stage lights only to fade quickly when she found the red headed woman from the courtyard. She did not bother to fix her appearance or compose herself. Her eyes instead drifted to her swollen belly. Her eyes widened in shock. How did a young girl come to be with child in this sort of place? she looked back into the girls shocking green eyes. "Bonjour Madame. Who are you?"
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Post by Wynter Willow on Jul 24, 2011 8:29:58 GMT
"Oh, I'm sorry, I should have told you that back when we met but I'm afraid my husband got to you first," Wynter said this stopping to look over the girl and not seeing any major bruises or cuts she continued. "My name is Wynter, I had just come to see how you were." This was the truth, her husband could be brutal sometimes with new inmates. She always checked up on the new ones just in case.
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Post by Madeline Heather Moore on Jul 24, 2011 8:34:40 GMT
//oog: idk where bramsfield was supposed to have taken me. she never let me know if we were changing to the somewhere else. oh well...
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Post by Madeline Heather Moore on Jul 24, 2011 8:52:12 GMT
A chill went up her spine. Husband? She could almost taste bile in her throat but kept a cool facade. This woman seemed kind but Madeline was nervous to find out if twin personalities were what drew the doctor and this inmate together. Till then she would just be cautious. Dieu knew what attracted this woman to that man. He didn't seem to have a sparkling personality to make enduring his abundant physical failures worth it and she highly doubted that he was that great of a lay. Maddie had always been vain and even shallow at times. This woman too was beautiful, and many had underlying motives for their actions ,so this she guessed was why she had succumbed to him. "Ah, do not worry Madame your husband did no lasting damage. Nothing to concern yourself with. My name is Madeline and it is a pleasure to meet you." She fell into a small curtsy but did not bow her head. Nanny would have been furious and have canceled her dancing lessons for the week had she been home and had Sasha still been alive. But she would never go home not even if she ever got out of this God forsaken place.
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Post by Wynter Willow on Jul 24, 2011 9:04:53 GMT
Wynter saw the mix of emotions on her face when she had spoken but decided to ignore them. She laughed, "Don't call me madame Madeline, I'm not that old." Wynter walked into the cell more closing the door behind her, not locking. "It is a pleasure to meet you as well though any formalities you may have with people of authority are misplaced with me for I am just as much an inmate as you are. I am glad my husband did no lasting damage to you." She spoke with sincerity hoping this girl was one of the sane ones.
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Post by Madeline Heather Moore on Jul 24, 2011 9:13:34 GMT
"Well then, Wynter, it is a pleasure to meet you. This is a place for the mad isn't it? I knew they would send me here but i kept hoping Nanny would change their minds. Either that or they would take pity on me. But i guess that people have no pity for the mad do they? Are you mad?" She stepped closer to the woman wondering if she was just as frightened as she was in this cold place.
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Post by Wynter Willow on Jul 24, 2011 9:20:53 GMT
"Mad?" Wynter said out lound as more of a question to herself than to the girl. "No, I'm not mad. The world has no pity for women and even less for mad women. Mad men can at least defend themselves but a woman's word means nothing to the world. So we must make due with the situations we're granted." She stopped speaking thinking she may say too much about herself to this new inmate than she wanted to. If the girl asked she'd tell but Wynter learned from experience not to give too much away at first. "Are you mad Madeline?"
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Post by Madeline Heather Moore on Jul 24, 2011 9:27:34 GMT
Madeline took a long look at Wynter before smiling. "It depends," she said while twirling a piece of her hair, "if you consider seeing a person who isn't there mad. But then of coarse this issue developed recently and suddenly. Hopefully it will disappear just as suddenly. You know my household could have at least taken me to a priest to have him mumble some crap over me and throw some water on me till his face turned blue. By the time that would have been over I could have composed myself and praised God with the performance of a life time and been home by nightfall."
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Post by Wynter Willow on Jul 24, 2011 9:30:56 GMT
"Oh, so what, or who, do you see then?" Wynter asked letting her curiousity get the best of her. She was always curious about why the girls were there. Her own story being a rather unique one in the asylum. She sat in a chair in the corner, there were two chairs in the cell both rickety but still sturdy enough to hold her even after she'd gained all this weight from her pregnancy.
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Post by Madeline Heather Moore on Jul 24, 2011 9:38:32 GMT
Madeline was in shock that she had actually asked. in a way she had wanted her to. When she thought about it she felt a stabbing sensation in her chest. She grabbed her locket and took a deep breath. "I see a beautiful man. I loved him and he died. I guess you could say that its just the grief, the loss, that gives me these visions. But I can feel him too, even though he is not there. I saw him before he died as well. I saw him when he was not truly there. He was with me always. He even said once that he saw me too because he wished to see me always." She stopped and took a deep breath and looked into the woman's eyes wondering if she understood. About needing someone so much that you could barley separate yourself from them. The constant longing and obsession of a dark and twisted love. If she did not understand she would only judge her, everyone else did.
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Post by Wynter Willow on Jul 24, 2011 9:43:39 GMT
Wynter sighed, "that's wonderful in a way, that kind of love makes it so you never seperate from that person, or at least seem that way." She understood what she was saying and even if she didn't she still had no room to judge the girl. "Why don't you come and sit down?" she asked motioning to the chair across from her.
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