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Post by Elisabeth Margeret Reed on Jul 24, 2011 6:03:43 GMT
Elisabeth sighed looking at the rod-iron gates for a second time, only this time she wouldn't be coming out of them. She sat in the carriage alone, her husband busy with his new wife planning their wedding. She didn't mind though; her thoughts swarmed of her beautiful red head that waited behind the asylum doors for her.
The carriage stopped at the front door, allowing just enough time for Elisabeth to step out, before driving off through the gates once again. She sighed smoothing her simple frock down and then bringing her hands up to clutch a small silver locket with her red head's picture inside. She started walking up the steps of the asylum, the sun beating down on her, it was an unusually hot day for spring and she was having a terrible time in her long sleeves.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Jul 24, 2011 18:55:56 GMT
Today was the fateful day. Finally, that accursed girl who had nearly stolen Bramsfield's wife's heart was coming to his asylum. And as an inmate no less!! With great embellishment and excitement, Edward summoned his head chaser Vaudier to go and retrieve the new inmate, as he was still bed-ridden from last week's events.
(OOC: Events that transpired - Doctor and Wynter got married. He almost got intimate w/her in the carriage. They fought, he went insane. She discovered scars mutilating his body beneath his clothes. He took her back home and showed her,far beneath the asylum, a cage in a room filled with his own blood and three voodoo circles. He had been working restlessly on the cage in secret, specifically for her. He delved into severe voodoo and had been mutilating himself as a part of the ceremony. He attemptec to imprison her to win her love from Elisabeth, and Wynter finally admitted her love and devotion to him after he went COMPLETELY nuts. He passed out, woke up about 2 days ago in rp time after being comatose for a week, and Wynter was still by his side faithfully. He was stitched up and on a heavy diet of nutritious foods as he had lost nearly all weight on his body. He is still too weak to leave his bed. His hair was cut short because of all the blood in it, and he and Wynter are better than ever love-wise)
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Post by Elisabeth Margeret Reed on Jul 26, 2011 10:07:08 GMT
As Elisabeth got to the doors they opened to two rather rugged looking men that immediately took her by the arms. They led her up many stairs to an office, then through a music room and finally a bedchamber.
She stood at the end of the large bed staring down at a rather sickly looking man. It then dawned on her that this was the man that was with Wynter at the court house. Her distaste for him deepend already. She stood silent waiting for him to speak.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Jul 26, 2011 17:32:56 GMT
"Manacles, if you will," He said silently to the chaser at her right, "I've met this one before. It would not surprise me if she tried to run off."
Edward turned his slowly-recovering body to the edge of the bed as he sat up, and stood up with great difficulty, moving himself to sit in the single high-backed chair that occupied one corner. Thankfully, he had changed himself into an old pair of trousers and a thin muslin shirt without embellishments or ruffles. Once settled into the chair, he crossed his legs and assumed a relaxed but imposing posture.
"So. This is the great and wonderful Elisabeth Reed. The beautiful, gorgeous, irresistable Elisabeth," He said with flourish, though his eyes held only contempt and amusement, the same emotions that curled his thin lips into a twisted grin, "Fucking overstatement if you ask me. All I see is a social deviant, a woman cast out because the one she loved did not love her back."
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Post by Elisabeth Margeret Reed on Jul 26, 2011 17:58:47 GMT
Elisabeth watched the chasers secure manacles around her wrists and the fragile man get up out of bed and sit in his chair. "What are you talking about?" she asked not quite knowing his connection to Wynter or what lover he was talking about. He scared her, though she didn't show it. She stepped forward out of instinct but was quickly pulled back roughly by the chasers.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Jul 26, 2011 21:12:23 GMT
"I'm quite surprised by the look upon your face, Do you not know who I am?" He laughed amusedly, "Or are you too scared to talk?" As much as he wished his voice could be stronger, the current low capacity of his lungs did not enable more than a weak and hoarse, quieter tone of voice which did not carry the effects he'd hoped it would.
"I understand you're in love with my wife." He said after a moment's pause, "and that this husband of yours can not divorce you to marry the one he truely loves, so he's shoved you through my welcoming gates. What a pity" he said mockngly as one of the chasers brought in a chair for Elisabeth to sit on, fastening her manacles to the rungs on the back of the chair
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Post by Elisabeth Margeret Reed on Aug 8, 2011 4:20:00 GMT
Elisabeth looked away from him. "So I see you've already got most of the story then," she said looking at the floor near her feet. She smiled to herself as she thought of Wynter, and then frowned when she imagined her love in this horrible mans arms and not her own. She knew Wynter still loved her though, it was only a matter of time. "From what I hear she's only your wife in name and not heart though. Every loving thing she does for you is meant for me. You should know better than to fall for a woman that prefers women first, especially since you prefer men first." Yes she knew all about that, she researched him before she came here, she had pleanty of time to do so since her husband didn't care what she did anymore. She had pleanty of time to plan.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Aug 8, 2011 8:48:52 GMT
"Frivolous jibber-jabber. The first steps in heartbreak pass through denial. You'll quickly find, Miss Reed, that such talk will land you in the hydrotherapy chamber. Within these walls, my walls, such furnishings as marital status hold no ground for an inmate such as yourself. There will be no magickal redheaded lesbian to whisk you away to safety. No mercy, no comfort, and certainly no Wynter." He said in his softly lilting, ever-dominating voice, not once breaking through his porcelain mask of serene calm that sat figuratively upon his face.
He allowed a few moments of silence to pass before speaking again, now uncrossing his legs and straightening up a bit.
"Furthermore, young one, the emotions that my wife and I possess of each other have no signifigance to you. What we feel for each other, what we do behind closed doors, is entirely our own business. Should I find you attempting in any way to excavate such information, I will be forced to kill, maim, slaughter, torture, burn, boil, freeze, and/or otherwise utterly and brutally destroy you. There will be NO," he paused a brief and fierce moment to pound his fist firmly against the end-table that flanked the arm of his chair, "infractions on my rules, my law, Miss Reed. What I say is what you will follow, to the T, and without question, comment, or sideways nor upwards glances. Any failure to do so, and also any contact with my dear wife, will result in utter termination. Do you understand, Elisabeth Reed?" He looked upon her fiercely, as if daring her to reject his words.
"And also" he added with a satisfied smirk "What I do, or do not, enjoy having impaling my backside is my own pleasure." He threw a very brief glance towards the short and sinewy Vaudier, who now was far too occupied in picking a dust bunny out of his chestnut bangs to hear what had been said
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Post by Elisabeth Margeret Reed on Aug 10, 2011 2:00:53 GMT
Elisabeth sighed, he was right. She was at his will here and she'd have to wait for Wyn to come for her, if at all. "Very well then," she said most likely to his surprise. She was sure most girls who came through here had more fight than this but she was saving it for when she would truelly need it.
"You're completely right and I know my place here sir," she said with an apathetic look on her face. It was only a matter of time before he'd be dead from the looks of him. At least she hoped it was. She sat back in the chair and waited for him to say something to her.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Aug 10, 2011 2:24:15 GMT
"So then that's it, is it? Why shouldn't I just lock you away now? Waiting for your precious Wynter to come to your rescue, cottle you and tell you everything's alright? Save you from me? She has no power over me, not in these circumstances. Fortunately for you, I have no way to leave my office today, but tomorrow, I'll be glad to come and visit you in Hell." he smirked. Vaudier stepped forward dutifully from his post at the door, and unhooked Elisabeth from the chair, re-fastening her manacles and hoisting her to her feet.
"Come wif' me miss, we'll ge' ya set up in yer little...cell..." he cackled softly under his breath as he slapped the girl's bottom crudely and tugged her backwards.
"Wait, Vaudier. Bring her here for a moment." he whispered quietly, his chaser soon doing as told.
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Post by Elisabeth Margeret Reed on Aug 10, 2011 2:37:26 GMT
She wasn't going to be afraid. Everything would be okay, she knew it would, right? She let out a grunt as she was pulled roughly to her feet and cringed under the mans words as he slapped her bottom making her jerk forward. She hoped this would be the end of this and they would put her in a cell and forget her but she knew that wasn't going to happen. The man pushed her roughly toward the man that held her Wyn captive from her. She looked down and away from him as she stood in front of him.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Aug 10, 2011 4:37:49 GMT
"You. Will. LOOK. AT. ME." He snapped harshly as he rose to his feet swiftly, despite his body's complaints. Even hunched over in pain, he stood much taller than the average-sized chasers in the room, and loomed over Elisabeth like a haunting ghast. His body shook with rage and hatred, and he could hardly stand to look at the woman before him. She wasn't worthy of Wynter's love...trying to steal her from him....
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Post by Elisabeth Margeret Reed on Aug 10, 2011 4:45:53 GMT
Elisabeth's head shot up at his demand and she looked up at him as he loomed over her. "Yes?" she asked wondering what else he wanted from her. He already had her reason for living, what more could she give him, what more could he steal from her? She stood defiantly in front of him waiting for him to do his worse, if that's what he planned.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Aug 10, 2011 4:52:21 GMT
"...no..." he muttered softly as all strength left him in an exhaling sigh, his palsied hands shaking softly as he collapsed back into his chair. Vaudier twitched forward hesitantly at this, but soon resumed restraining the girl.
"Wynter would never forgive me..." he whispered quietly, his breath coming in short wheezes. "I'm far too close to death to forsake my beloved...I may never see my children's glowing infantile faces if I keep this up."
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Post by Elisabeth Margeret Reed on Aug 10, 2011 5:00:10 GMT
Elisabeth's eyes widened, "...children..." she whispered to herself. Her Wyn was carrying his child...that thought made her stomach turn. This dirty old man has fathered children with her love. She hated him even more now. Her anger became too much and she lashed out at him while the chasers guard was down and struck him across the face leaving a just barely visible claw mark that would probably stay there a day or two.
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