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3 July 2016, 04:17 PM   #1
Joined: 29 Sep 2015
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Last edited by ‹ㅑJïNxㅜㅇNㅕ›, 11 November 2016
Evangline Asmosia-Haste. Fifteen. Orphan. Eidetic Memory. Female Hysteria.

11 July 2016, 04:30 PM   #2
Joined: 29 Sep 2015
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Some half a mile into the forest that surrounded the asylum, a young man was bleeding out onto the freshly fallen snow. It poured from several openings and gashes on his body, and stained the once pure, white snow the color of strawberries in the summertime. More fell from the black, starless sky above, and created a powdery veil over his broken form. He could barely make out the sounds of others calling his name through the quiet winter's night, and opened his mouth to try and respond, but only a quiet groaning noise came from his dry, parted lips. "Elliot!" a chorus of three different voices cried from three different directions around him. The most familiar of them was the closest; a very concerned sounding female with the least accent of them all. Gathering what strength he had left, he tried to shout in response. The noise he made was just loud enough to be heard by the female. He footsteps sounded shortly after, and suddenly, she was kneeling beside him. "He's over here! I've found him!" she cried. Her hands busied themselves with prying the fur of his cloak away from his wounds, so that their damages could be examined. One look at them revealed that it was certain an angry being had buried some sort of knife into his gut over and over. The woman, Evangline - but not; this woman was older, her hair a shade darker, and it was as though she knew this man -, cringed and pulled her hands - now stained with his blood - back into her lap. Crystalline tears slipped down her face -- Hooded lids slide open to reveal big, ocean-blue eyes with pinprick pupils. Evangeline was wet - no, she was soaked with sweat from her fever. An infection brought on by the desecration of her neck, no doubt. That damned doctor had done this to her. Chapped peach lips open to speak but she's shushed by one of the nurses, one of the kind ones, who presses a wet cloth against her brow, her jaw, her neck, her collarbone. Eva can only nod in appreciation, force the smallest of smiles...
Evangline Asmosia-Haste. Fifteen. Orphan. Eidetic Memory. Female Hysteria.

13 September 2016, 03:02 AM   #3
Joined: 20 Jun 2016
Posts: 101
ooc: I'm so pissed off with myself. i just realized i never EVEN posted Cherry's bio. this entire time. this entire time. THIS ENTIRE. DFJKBNDKNBDBJK //breathes mkay so here um. yeah. bic: 'Cherry.' The Good Doctor dotted her proudly as his own hand maiden.. Or something of the sort. Cherry wasn't dispensed any information about it. But before relinquishing any doubt that she had some sort of freedom, he properly rewarded her with an endearing scripture. Ugh. The little girl never felt so mortified. So impure. So Frazzled. And if that wasn't enough, the humiliation continued- Cherry shined bright red, and blood gushed from her nose. The middle aged doctor warmly refered to Cherry's influx as her, 'Aspirations to womanhood.' And told her, in a hauntingly suave posture, to 'please not be so charming.' Cherry barely checked the room before she barged into the infirmary. She sought immediate medical attention. Bandages, soap, and a Bible for her debased soul! The utter nonsense from the man's lips were unbearable.. Cherry pinched her nose tightly as she scrambled back and forth over counters, into drawers, searching frantically with one hand. "Ah~ Praise!" The girl breathed out as she pressed an entire sheet of white linens to her face. She found them in a dusty cupboard. Slowly... Cherry- Er- The young lady breathed out the impurities from her mind. Her mind was swimming. She felt so light headed. Like her head was going to float away. As if her neck was being softly unscrewed. Smile. Helena found her bearings... Helena could only taste blood. Never will she be caught talking to such a ... - - Helena's face flushed a deep shade of crimson the minute she turned around. Apparently, This entire time, someone else was in the room with her. Watching! Watching her clumsy, befuddled, disarray display... Well... What ought she do now? The other girl wasn't awake was she? Helena couldn't tell. The red firey headed girl didn't wish to speak. Everything smelled and tasted like blood. Nor did Helena wish to venture. Nor prattle. But pre-tell.... Could this be? The girl absently whispered, "Evangeline?"
The Good Head Doctor Doctor Elliot Austin Haste. 42. {Head Doctor} Rehabilitation and Psychology. Anthony Blair Hughes. 15. {Apprentice} Colonial Peasant. Orphan Helena 'Cherry' 14. Local Daughter of the London Abbey house

14 September 2016, 04:51 AM   #4
Joined: 29 Sep 2015
Posts: 99
Evangeline stirs as the lioness comes rushing through the infirmary. Sits up quietly - it'd been some time since the nurse last visited, hadn't it? Her head felt much colder - her entire body, in fact! She shivers and draws the thin linen blanket up over her legs, hiding the cream skin beneath her gown. She'd grown quite pale since her re-admittance, the good doctor rarely let her outside. What if his precious pearl got hurt? What if she ran away? "Yes; that is me." She responds as quietly as a tiptoeing mouse. Dare not she speak too loudly, lest she find a the back of a palm against her cheek. Things had changed so much, things were so different than they were when she was a child, hiding in the walls of the office of the farmers son. A hand raises - she brushes against the scar brand on her neck. She would never leave this place. The sudden realization hurts. It hurts, it hurts like Evangeline can’t believe, leaving her gasping desperately for air, her diaphragm heaving, sternum throbbing with a foreign ache, chest opening like a maw. He treated her like her familiar appearance was somehow to blame for everything. And maybe they are. It brings tears to her eyes, an acid-hot pain. Searing. She hisses. The first time she has cried in months, and she is not really crying but doing some baser, primal thing. Weeping, wailing, sobbing… not enough. It is a gasping, feeble overtaking, the only important emotion she has ever felt. Every other experience; every hope and disappointment, every bruised ego or ruptured dream, nothing like this. Her entire life has gone pale in an instant, a thin, gauzy fleece blown back by this heavy metal ingot of a feeling. It was all her mother's fault.
Evangline Asmosia-Haste. Fifteen. Orphan. Eidetic Memory. Female Hysteria.

15 September 2016, 02:34 AM   #5
Joined: 20 Jun 2016
Posts: 101
Helena winced. There was painful dread in the air now. The poor lass broke down to tears. Absolutely guzzling like a rickety fountain. Where did this come from? Helena wondered why dearest little word sent the girl into a frenzy... Shouldn't there be an attendant with this girl? If she was so prone to tears and wailing? Or maybe- "Oh! No- i'm- " Helena stuttered through the taste of fresh copper. Her nose was dried with blood palates. Yet the presence of blood was still bold to the taste. "I'll u- um.."The girl's mannerisms spilled over to reflect a skittish little lamb. Her red hair bounced from side to side as she spun her head, looking for direction. Instruction. Safety. Helena spun on her heels towards the door, quickly throwing the linens to the floor, "I'll go call for the doctor- -" The door opened. Click. The door shut. bam. Nonononononononono. Absolutely not. There would be no telling what kind of devilish things that man would say next. Or do. Helena shivered. Tense. To intense. The young girl swallowed. Then turned herself back around. Helena tried to hide her deep anxiety regarding it all. "Actually- why not um..." Helena went to the girl. Evangeline. Helena's anxiety turned to sympathy "I didn't mean to.. Up..upset you.. um- i'm not sure what's wrong but.." Certainly, Helena could help? "Certainly i can help make it better..." Help just as much as any male doctor may. Might she? Certainly. Helena outstretched her hand. Disregarding all her warnings she'd been told. "What's this??" Helena hummed softly. Plainly, the girl had a curious skewed birthmark over the edge of her neck. But Evangeline was shading it with her hand. "Are you hurt?" If anything- the best thing to do was to at least calm her down.
The Good Head Doctor Doctor Elliot Austin Haste. 42. {Head Doctor} Rehabilitation and Psychology. Anthony Blair Hughes. 15. {Apprentice} Colonial Peasant. Orphan Helena 'Cherry' 14. Local Daughter of the London Abbey house

27 September 2016, 09:15 PM   #6
Joined: 29 Sep 2015
Posts: 99
"No!" Evangeline all but screams at the poor girl when she says she would get a doctor. He would see she was awake, and he would dope her up again, and she'd sleep for weeks! "No, please don't get the doctor! I'm quite alright, see!" She rocks back onto her heels and sits like a proper lady, hands folding in her lap. "I'm sorry," Eva sniffles, wiping her nose with the sleeve of her hand, her voice thick with tears. "I didn't mean to - to frighten you. It is just very overwhelming to be back here, you see. Like I can't breeve." She can't breathe. What an ugly slur, malformity, a disgusting lisp she had developed during her maturation. "Sorry, I'm talking too much. Sorry." Nervous hands fidgets in the orphans lap and she gently prods a nail at a tear in her nightgown. "The doctor did it," The lionheart responds, voice just above a whisper. She gathers long, oaken tresses between her callused palms and pulls her hair to the side, exposing the WOUND. "He kissed me and then my neck felt as though it were on fire." ooc: sorry this is so short omg
Evangline Asmosia-Haste. Fifteen. Orphan. Eidetic Memory. Female Hysteria.

2 October 2016, 12:21 AM    #7
Joined: 20 Jun 2016
Posts: 101
Last edited by ‹ㅑJïNxㅜㅇNㅕ›, 2 October 2016
The girl was opposed to seeing any doctor too. Evangeline must've been frightened by them. Cherry was frightened by them too. All of the men here, frankly, scared her wits away. "I-it's alright.." Cherry soothes. Cherry felt herself again. This girl before her wasn't distress from insanity.. In this instant, it seemed her lunacy was clipped off. Cherry sits beside her, leaving her enough room, but still traveling close enough to be considered a partaker in 'friendship'. Friendship? Cherry argued with herself mentally- hushing the idea up and discarding it away. It made no sense to beam at a friendship which wasn't there. Correction, not yet? ' The doctor did this to me.' Promptly Cherry blinked. Her expression blank. Then, after a moment of internal arguments, she finally choked- "W-what? I'm sorry. did you say a doctor?" Cherry's lips pursed, and quizzical brow raised. Slowly, Cherry's face bled with revulsion. Disgust. Terror. The doctor did this? The Good Doctor? The man with slicked black onyx hair and polished pale skin? Evangeline's tale didn't end there; 'He kissed me and then my neck felt as though it were on fire.' Cherry's face collapsed with dread. Her freckled face became hard, and her strawberry lips began to rehearse their lines. "Have you heard?" Cherry asked, but it wasn't very much of a question. It t'was a beginning to an answer, "There was a really vile crook here, that used to do - all sorts of unspeakable things- to the girls. He was around a long time ago." Her whispers grew quieter and quieter, "And he's dead- but they say his ghost... ...His unyielding hatred for the girls kept him alive as a cursed spirit. His ghost seeks revenge." "They call the ghost..." "Dr.Palmer." The name felt like utter poison in the air. "And his curse- makes all the doctors here, just as demented as the girls. He wants to make every single doctor continue in his twisted persona." Cherry's eyes flinted to her own hands. You could tell she truly had- many dealings in the subject. Her wide brown eyes imaging such terror looming over her, watching her, listening even now. "I know you probably have so many other things to fret about. But maybe.. Now that you know about him... You'll be more wary of them." Cherry means this, plainly, " Do not trust any doctor here. Especially the Good doctor.." Cherry warned, her words in sharp whispers, like punctured needles from knowing the truth. ooc: whaddya think? cool addition with the palmer thing right? right? OR DO U HATE IT? ;A;
The Good Head Doctor Doctor Elliot Austin Haste. 42. {Head Doctor} Rehabilitation and Psychology. Anthony Blair Hughes. 15. {Apprentice} Colonial Peasant. Orphan Helena 'Cherry' 14. Local Daughter of the London Abbey house


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