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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Feb 15, 2012 12:09:22 GMT
((OOC: Just do i! Just jump right in xD))
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Lenore Sinclair
Inmate
Inmate A, Cell 27, Ward B
Not crazy, just too genius
Posts: 120
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Post by Lenore Sinclair on Feb 15, 2012 16:21:00 GMT
((OOC: Okie dokie! I'll give you something to work with!)) After about an hour or so, Lenore set her book down and looked at the window suspiciously. Her reflection in it made her nervous. Besides that, something else seemed off, though she couldn't pinpoint what. Maybe it was the stale air? It seemed to feel more still than before. Could it be a different scent? That was possible, but the Asylum was still new to her and so were its multitude of scents.
She stood up and pressed her back against the wall adjacent to the window. After a few tense seconds, she jumped in front of it while making a cat-like hissing sound. The window didn't respond and her reflection was the same as it had always been. 'So, you want to play it this way, don't you?' thought Lenore. Two could play at this game. Literally. Mr. Jackal would join in and help, though that would make it three.
Grinning deviously, Lenore went to the shelves and picked up the heftiest book she could lift. Tip-toeing around a different path to the infernal window, she happened to glance at the doctor. She stopped short and paled, staring at the space under his chair.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Feb 15, 2012 21:47:38 GMT
"Dear gods stop that infernal racket!" He stood to his feet, not experiencing anything of what the mad girl could see.
However, something was quite off. Should her head have appeared to be his mother's? Should her voice had been his own? It was like a horrid nightmare. Everywhere he looked, things were crawling with spiders. Especially his nearly-finished tea. He dropped it with a shriek of horror, stepping away from the smashes glass.
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Lenore Sinclair
Inmate
Inmate A, Cell 27, Ward B
Not crazy, just too genius
Posts: 120
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Post by Lenore Sinclair on Feb 16, 2012 7:15:29 GMT
Lenore yelped when she heard the doctor's shriek and the tinkling of broken glass. She averted her eyes from the space below the chair to Bramsfield and judged from his expression that he appeared to be seeing things too. That definitely meant she wasn't mad, at least not in this instance.
"Doctor...? What's going on?"
The words barely left her mouth before she was tackled to the floor by a large dog. As she fought to keep the beast's teeth from her neck, her numb mind noticed how needle-like its yellowed teeth were and how its eyes bore two irises each. Lenore struggled to keep pushing at its neck in an effort to keep the teeth away. She tried to cry out for help, but her voice wouldn't come.
'Its breath smells like brimstone,' was the only coherent thought her mind squeezed out.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Feb 16, 2012 18:51:05 GMT
"You stupid, selfish bitch!" He lashed out at the wild, ginger-haired woman who stood before him, confulsing and raging like flame before him, "YOU killed him! In my arms and impaled upon me, he died because of you!" He slapped her harshly, the dangerously wobbling Lenore being attacked behind the façade.
"And now you've come to take my child away!!" He looked to his sobbing son who had appeared in the corner, hiding his bloody face, "After you poisoned Wynter's mind through premonition how DARE YOU!"
His chest shook with rage as his fists clenched and trembled. All at once the haze and fire left him, and in its blackening wake stood an oversized rat. With a flick of its tail, Doctor Bramsfield became a dog gnawing at Lenore's face.
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Lenore Sinclair
Inmate
Inmate A, Cell 27, Ward B
Not crazy, just too genius
Posts: 120
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Post by Lenore Sinclair on Feb 16, 2012 22:53:50 GMT
As she tried to keep the dog's teeth away, Lenore still struggled to find her voice. Why did the beast come back now? Perhaps it had lain dormant these past two years, waiting for the moment when no one would help her. She tried calling for the doctor, but silence was all that came out. All the while the dog barked and snapped madly, foam flecking the corners of its lips.
Then she remembered. During those times when she had no voice, behave like a cat. At least, that was the advice her own cat gave her. Lenore kicked at the dog's stomach and clawed at its nose, even snapping back at it. In her attempts to throw the beast off, she found her voice.
"Go back to the mirror, you ungodly beast!"
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Feb 17, 2012 0:40:56 GMT
"My gods!" The doctor recoiled as he felt her sharp nails claw at his face, "Do calm down!"
But the rat was back along with the black void. It twitched its pink nose, staring at him with its luminous pink eyes. Its floppy dumbo ears turned back to hear some far-off noise the doctor could not catch as it shook its albino fur, reaching for him with a large, fingered paw.
He took it with a bewildered glance, and all at once, he was sharing some horrid hallucination with Lenore. "Now you're here, too...what is going on??" He looked to the angelic figure of his companion.
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Lenore Sinclair
Inmate
Inmate A, Cell 27, Ward B
Not crazy, just too genius
Posts: 120
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Post by Lenore Sinclair on Feb 17, 2012 2:09:18 GMT
Lenore blinked rapidly when the doctor appeared in her vision. The dog began to fall apart and melt into the floor, which rippled slightly before reverting back to its original state. She looked at Bramsfield and hung her head apologetically.
"The demons from the mirror are coming here... it's all my fault, I know it..."
Despite how many thoughts and feelings were swirling around in her head, she refused to cry in front of him. Knights aren't supposed to cry. They're supposed to have a brave face for every situation. She had better things to do than cry. Sitting up, she forced herself to focus on the problem at hand.
How were the creatures from that horrible mirror land getting into this place?
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Feb 17, 2012 3:41:29 GMT
"Noel?!" His eyes widened as, from the darkness, a small blonde boy no younger than seventeen emerged from the surrounding darkness, sapphire eyes smiling with joviality.
All at once, the aging doctor seemed to gain his youth back in a rush. His slendering body gained back its muscular liveliness, his fiery red hair gaining that much more fire. The dimples in his cheeks had faded into smooth planes as he grinned hopelessly from ear to ear. His Noel was back, and now they could be together. If only that girl were not stuck here with him, watching him.
Still, he could care less. There stood Noel Kappel, frozen in the sands of time, unable to move from a position with open arms and a loving smile. However, the young boy's eyes were full of horror. They drifted glassily towards Lenore, and as the young Edward Bramsfield embraced his younger lover, and before his frozen lips could meet the doctor's, he let out a piecing scream, disappearing into the deep darkness.
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Lenore Sinclair
Inmate
Inmate A, Cell 27, Ward B
Not crazy, just too genius
Posts: 120
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Post by Lenore Sinclair on Feb 17, 2012 4:33:53 GMT
Looking up, Lenore turned her head to see who the doctor was talking to. She looked at the young man's face and frowned. Something seemed off, but what was it? The girl began to feel a deep creeping sensation of dread. Lenore wanted to tell Bramsfield something felt off but this was the happiest she'd ever seen the grumpy man. Did she have the right to say anything? Even if she did, would he listen? Doubtful. Very doubtful.
She shakily stood up, not taking her eyes off the two when it hit her. Fear. She'd seen it countless times in the animals she rescued from hoodlums. The young man's eyes were full of fear.
Right when she opened her mouth, the scream began. She clapped her hands over her ears but it did little good to muffle the sound.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Feb 17, 2012 12:38:38 GMT
All at once, the doctor was back to his aging, pained ways. His colour dulled, his flesh lost its plump livelieness. His eyes, for a moment so full of life and naïvety seemed to die. All life left the face that used to be so accepting. All energy left his old body.
Damnit, he couldn't hold in the tears.
"Noel! God damnit, Noel! You do this every time!" He shrieked, pounding on the statue's chest as its scream faded off, leaving in its wake a horrid sob, wrenched from its now animated body, "When will you see that I still love you? It...it wasn't my choice nor my fault rhat you died like that...You think that I would have chosen this fate for us? I wanna go home..."
It was then the nightmare was over for him. Down to the ground he crumpled, still alive but half-awake now. The stress had worn him out. And yet, he still needed to fight. Back into the blackness Noel crept, dragging Bramsfield with him. Yet at the same time, Doctor Bramsfield stepped out of the shadows just beside Lenore, blissfully unaware of his surroundings or what had just happened.
"I'm sorry...what did I miss? I've just now found this place in my search..."
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Lenore Sinclair
Inmate
Inmate A, Cell 27, Ward B
Not crazy, just too genius
Posts: 120
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Post by Lenore Sinclair on Feb 17, 2012 20:15:25 GMT
Removing her hands from her ears, Lenore watched the doctor and the statue. So this was why he is the way he is now. Just as she was moved to tears, she heard the Doctor's familiar voice and turned to face him. Her eye twitched.
"What...? What? What?! What the hell just happened here?! You were there but now you're here!! You've got some explaining, Doctor!"
Wait... what if this wasn't the real Doctor Bramsfield? What if he was an imposter from the mirror land? Lenore tried to calm her ragged breathing as she tried to think of ways to tell a real Bramsfield from a fake one. She didn't know enough about him to tell. She hadn't even been able to gauge his reaction time to surprise attacks. Looking up at him with a sour expression, she straightened up.
"Where did you come from?"
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Feb 17, 2012 22:35:59 GMT
"Your dreams, baby girl" he whispered, stepping behind her as he changed from the aging doctor into his younger self once more, sliding his hands along Lenore's shoulders.
Though his body was the same, the tall Irishman was faceless. His shocking ginger hair framed an empty and featureless face, which soon transformed to a face familiar to the girl his hands now ravaged. He let out a sneer, bony fingers tearing away at her shift as his gaunt body shifted forms as well.
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Lenore Sinclair
Inmate
Inmate A, Cell 27, Ward B
Not crazy, just too genius
Posts: 120
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Post by Lenore Sinclair on Feb 18, 2012 0:02:48 GMT
Lenore screamed and struggled to attack him. In her frenzy, she bit into his forearm and refused to let go. She would not let this faceless demon get the better of her. As she fought, Lenore clawed at any part of him her fingers could reach. To make the situation even more awful, his face became that of one of her uncles.
Seeing that sent Lenore over the edge. The scream she let out was now filled with rage instead of fear. How dare this foul creature mimic a beloved family member! She put all her strength into tearing this demon apart.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Feb 18, 2012 0:46:42 GMT
The blood smelled awful. And what was he doing?! Doctor Bramsfield suddenly found himself in the place of whatt was once a demon. Lenore seemed to be tearing him to shreds!
"PLEASE! YIELD! I implore you!" He lifted his scarred arms to defend himself, shrinking back with a vulnerable shriek.
It hurt so much, the clawing and the tearing. And yet, she wouldn't cease. As suddenly as the pain had come, it stopped, and the blackness faded. They were free of the mirror world as though destroying that hideous demon, or at least injuring it, had revoked its grip on them. That thing had been the dog, and the rat, and Noel, and even Bramsfield.
Edward panted heavily, wiping away the sweat on his forehead as he sat bolt upright in his chair. It seemed he had dozed off into some sick nightmare with the inmate in it. He looked over to find her twitching in her dreams in the corner where she had dozed off as well. Well damn. Now his tea was cold and he'd lost his page in the book. With an indignant huff, he set the cup down and flipped through his book, stomping his boot on the ground to awaken his companion.
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