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Post by Madeline Heather Moore on Jul 24, 2011 9:47:56 GMT
Madeline walked over to the chair next to the girl. She hadn't realized how sparsely clad she was and it made her shy in a way. She wished that she had brought her crimson cloak. Maybe the would allow her to send for it. She sat on the chair and let her feet play in the cold dust on the ground. "Why are you being so kind? If I were you I wouldn't be talking to me. How do you know I won't hurt you?"
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Post by Wynter Willow on Jul 24, 2011 9:59:14 GMT
"The better question is, how do you know I won't hurt you?" Wynter smiled in amusement at Madeline. "Here I am a young pregnant woman in this dark hell, you know nothing about me really and because of my connections I could say you attacked me and have you treated very badly without you so much as laying a finger on me." She laughed a kind hard laugh, "I'm not that kind of person though, so don't you worry."
She leaned back in her chair completely putting her defenses down. "I'm kind to everyone before I am cruel and you have to piss me off pretty badly to see my cruel side. This place is hell enough without us women turning on each other."
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Post by Madeline Heather Moore on Jul 24, 2011 10:05:06 GMT
"Well then i f you are kind I will be kind. Its the least I can do. Thank you for coming to check on me by the way and thank you for making sure that girl at the gates didn't get into any trouble. She didn't get into any trouble did she?" Maddie didn't want to think of what they called punishment around here. To a person outside the gates it would be hell but here it was just another day.
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Post by Wynter Willow on Jul 24, 2011 10:15:54 GMT
"Estrella is fine. As far as I know she wasn't punished. I took her back to her cell and stayed with her a couple hours until she fell asleep. Poor girl was exhausted." She always felt deep affection to the very young inmates because they had been delt the worst card. She even went as far as to make sure they were all near each other in the cells or had an older, sane inmate near them to take care of them. "I'd advise you not to do what she did though, she only slips past the chasers for punishment because she is so young and I would have their heads if they did touch her," she said this in a serious tone, not wanting the girl to get mixed up with the chasers too much. The ones that did the punishing were vile men that only took the job to screw mad girls all day long whenever one took a step outside the rules.
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Post by Madeline Heather Moore on Jul 25, 2011 4:45:00 GMT
Madeline scrunched up her small nose in confusion. "What are Chasers?" She already hated it here it seemed that nothing could grow in this place except for pain, desperation, and vengeance. Maybe her hallucinations would be a godsend instead of a curse, but just as soon as that thought crossed her mind she smothered it. Nothing had made sense since she had come through those gates and with a chill down her spine she got the most terrifying notion that this cell looked so much like a tomb because it was. it was her tomb.
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Post by Wynter Willow on Jul 25, 2011 8:22:55 GMT
"Those men you see gawking at you every hour to half hour, those are chasers," Wynter said frowning a bit. "There are some that are pleasant but most are quite unpleasant."
She herself had been cornered by an unpleasant chaser more than one time during her pregnancy, luckily her husband's personal chaser Vaudier had been there to save her or else she doesn't want to think of what might of happened to her.
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