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Dr. Russel Dovington's Office



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1 August 2013, 02:30 AM   #1
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BECAUSE SOMEONE IS AN IMPATIENT BUTT ALSO FRICK PICTURES OF ROOMS HECKAHECKA NO It's a well-lit, medium sized room with warm hues, mostly brown of wood. There are book cases all around filled with books and knick knacks, then a desk near the end of the room where the doctor sits, topped with a scatter of notes, pens, and all sorts of trinkets. He keeps an off white teddy bear with a tacky patterened bow tie on it at all times. There is also a soft chair in front of the desk that faces towards it. THATS IT GOOD ENOUGH LETS GO

1 August 2013, 02:44 AM   #2
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ooc: LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOOO Perry- May was still fawning in simple delight at the thought that she was scheduled to meet another doctor in this delightful institution. Maybe he'd be just as delightfully vulgar has her last one? Yes.. Dr. Haste was very slick tongued and funny. Perry was more willing then most to see medical specialists and other officers for whatever manner they suggested. If only just to be known around the facility. And Oh, of course, find more candidates for her sacrifices. She could remember Dr. Haste now: 'You're sick in the head dear... This fickle voodoo façade and heathen moral is certainly not for a young lady. You aren't a healthy weight either. Also devouring human flesh is in no way acceptable... Don't mumble in that offset tribal slurr any longer. Don't speak when i'm speaking, i'll strike you. What are you? The seed of a illiterate un-washed sailor?' He would tell her many things, give her many rules, observe her day and night. Unlike many girls in this institution Perry May didn't care about getting released, or even dying in this damming asylum. No. Perry didn't. Perry just wanted to make the people in her little book happy. After a few sessions... "Doctor ..." Perry called out as she slowly pushed open the door. Surely. Certainly. This doctor would be no different. Call her names and push her against the well. "I'm here for my appointment." Perry offered a pleasant girlish smile, to compliment her friendly sounding tone.
Dr. Elliot Austin Dennis Haste II
Head Doctor |||| 
Neurologist, Sociology, Etiquette, and Behavioral Sciences.

1 August 2013, 03:01 AM   #3
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The soft humming that sounded in the room suddenly cut off at the very creak of the wood door opposite of the room - and he was grateful, he didn't remember the rest of the song anyways, if it was even a real one. He ceased attempting to mark out the written word on the sheet of his paper with notes, trying to hide away a little doodle with heavy, smudging ink. With his eyes on the young blond girl who quietly slid in, he smiled, rather delighted. Though... He glanced at the small antique clock on his desk, then at a paper nearly hidden by his the scattering mess on his desk. Oh, well it did seem there was an appointment, he just hadn't recalled it! "Oh bloody -" The doctors voice picked up from his tone of embarrassment to a much more welcoming tone, "Good day, you must be-- Perry-May, is that right? It's an absolute pleasure to meet you, miss Perry-May. I'm Dr. Russel Dovington - or, what ever else you may prefer! - so long as it's just and only between you and I, Miss," He grinned before seeming a bit surprised all of a sudden, patting on his desk with the palm of his head. "Why don't you let your legs rest and sit in that chair? We shall talk!" He chimed, before making a half-assed attempt to clear up his desk but knowing better than that - everything would just get bloody lost if he tried to reorganize his chaos. Russel did manage to find himself a blank sheet of paper and his trusty pen, writing in the black ink on the top the name of the girl before him, readying up the notes he'd take over his first patient of the day - of his career! He was nervous to say the least, but was determined to not show it on his face, though the shaking pen in his hand and that stupidly dumb smile on his face weren't exactly helping his case of anxiety and excitement.

1 August 2013, 03:28 AM   #4
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Little Perry Became quiet. Very still and observant. She noticed; the mess, the clutter, the terrible array of scattered documents and the unsuccessful attempt the doctor made to rectify some of those problems. It seemed he just created more of a mess though. Perry came back to life then, hearing her name, and the word "Miss?" before it. "I am a Witch doctor." Perry stated simply with a small raised brow, surprised, and slightly curious. "Do you not know?" She had thought everyone would've known by now. "If you do not call a Witch a Witch, you'll have bad dreams at night." Perry may closed the door tight behind her. Walking in steadily, like she already knew the doctor's biggest secrets. Like she already owned everything in the room. As if Perry May could cast some unheard of spell, to make every item and possession of the doctor's hers. Forever. "Dr. Russell? You're much nicer then what I predicted." Perry May had a soft voice, but old in nature. "Maybe it's because..." Perry May glanced around the room, and threw a chunk of hair behind her back, "Your blood type is to common." Perry May sat down gracefully, "Your nervous too." It was easy to spot. The doctor's hands were shaking. "Don't be. My God likes you. You're going to be safe." Perry offered the doctor a reassuring smile. "Unless.. Unless you anger him of course."
Dr. Elliot Austin Dennis Haste II
Head Doctor |||| 
Neurologist, Sociology, Etiquette, and Behavioral Sciences.

1 August 2013, 03:50 AM   #5
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He brought his eyes back up the Perry-May, giving her almost a baffled expression. He could faintly recall what the documents had on the young lady before him but he minded not of memorizing it all - after all, he wanted a blank slate to hear what she had to say rather than what a silly piece of paper told him to assume. Still, the word of 'Witch' struck him in familiarity. Even so, the man merely gave her a rather slight smile, eyes softening the gaze he held onto her. "Oh, witch? Miss Perry-May, it's such a harsh word for any lady. I do hope 'Miss' is alright for now, if you don't mind?" He cocked his head slightly, smiling a bit more confidently as she walked over and took a seat in the chair before him. He was sure to begin writing things down as soon as she was willing herself to speak up like so - he didn't want to miss an ounce of information, after all, for the mind of tainted anything could be of vital importance, especially on a delicate young lady's mind. Suddenly, the doctors warm eyes had come back up - a little surprised, needless to say, that she seemed to find him 'nice', in such a way that made him wonder about the other doctors, but surely he'd find out soon, and another way he was also a bit embarrassed to find himself caught for being nervous. But she soothed him in a way that piqued his interest further. "I'm glad you don't find me ill-spirited," He hummed quietly, "I'd much rather be a 'common blood' than mean in any who!" A soft chuckled escaped from his thin lips before he leaned over just a bit, quietly hiding away his capture of nervousness by inquiring the latter - "I do hope that I don't, you'll warn me if I step out of my lines, won't you, Miss Perry-May?" He said rather genuinely to her. It wasn't about humoring the patient, it was about understanding them, and that's what he was hoping to do now. Russel sat back a bit before speaking up, "I wonder - how long have you been in St. Helga so far? Is everything going well?" Let's begin.

1 August 2013, 04:10 AM   #6
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Of course some silly title didn't matter to Perry-May. The little girl was only warning the doctor out of shear courtesy. The voices in her head were like that sometimes. "Hm?" Perry had been watching the walls, staring at them, because she knew they were watching her. It was only fair to watch them back. Perry May forced her head to turn back towards the doctor, smiling, with feign light-heartedness. "Ah, well, I do hope you don't struggle to much tonight in Bed, Dr. Russell." The nightmares he'll have should be horrid tonight. Perry- Her Gods. And the Witch inside her. Will make sure of that. Certainly. "You're boring me... a tad bit." Perry-May said blatantly. Doctor, sir, or whomever, could never understand how easily her mind wandered. Soon enough Perry-May's dark eyes were glaring painful daggers at the wall to her left side. "Frankly, you're walls have no substance with me either. It's quite rude. Staring at me like that." Perry pointed to her left. The wall. It was empty and lifeless, and dull. "But.." Perry glanced back to Russell, remembering his question. "I'm in an Asylum doctor." Perry looked at Russell now, fully, with narrowed eyes. "For practicing a religion that allows me to be happy. That allows me to be.. happy." Perry sounded somewhat pained. The Witch took in a deep breathe. Pausing, if only to calm herself. "Say what you will, but I have never been this happy. My God doesn't allow anything but." Perry smiled again. "Do you enjoy it here? Mr. Common man." her voice became small and poliete again. Girlish and playful. "You don't seem to belong here... But i'm glad you are."
Dr. Elliot Austin Dennis Haste II
Head Doctor |||| 
Neurologist, Sociology, Etiquette, and Behavioral Sciences.

1 August 2013, 07:33 PM   #7
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The doctor didn't take anything to heart. He only kept his silly smile on his pale facade, watching her attentively - her movements, how she didn't look at him and instead trained her eyes on the walls, and the soft way she spoke; nearly flat, but emotion still rung. Which was good, in his opinion. He rested his elbow on his desk with his chin in the palm of his hand, very laid back and casual at this point, glancing at the wall that was being rude to his young patient. She spoke about it being 'boring too'. Russel eyed the wall carefully, half expecting to see something he hadn't quite before. But nothing. Still he smiled and let his eyes wander back to Perry-May who continued forth, explaining her scenario. Aah, religion. Religion holding the keys to her locked up smile and weightlessness of her heard and euphoria. Not too uncommon, Russel sited in his mind. A dependent soul can easily become soul dependent. He listened to her, quiet and giving her any room she needed to open up to him about it, even breaking out a bigger grin when he heard 'Mr. Common man' escaping her lips in a sort of jesting tone, followed by a rightly sweet remark. He flashed his playfully snide grin, "You sure that 'Mr. Boring-and-common-man' isn't too much of a hassle to be here?" He gave a soft chuckle to her before relaxing a bit. "Suppose you'd dislike to be here for the sake of unwilling - I like it so far, if not for only that reason," The doctor said in a soft and wary tone; he could feel this slight tinge or familiarity in her words when happiness had drolled like the toll of the church bells in his mind. Yes, that wasn't foreign to him in the least but under weights of expectation. But he enjoyed the outcome. He looked at her, thinking a moment with a pause before he opened his mouth to speak. "Happiness comes in all different shades, Miss Perry-May - and not only scarlet," He seemed to almost breath out, "It's hard, yes, but perhaps a new shade or several should help - tell me, have you thought of a hobby? May I suggest painting?" He then rested his other elbow on the desk and shifted his hands so that his chin was resting between both his palms now, smiling like a mere child, "Maybe we can cover the walls with portraits so it can't stare anymore? If you're interested, though!" He tapped his chin slightly, looking back at the wall. "I don't know of another way to cover that blank spot up..." Back his eyes came to her. "Maybe you can... even devote some art to your God in their honour? I'm sure they'd be pleased by it."

1 August 2013, 08:10 PM   #8
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Her expression turned completely blank, as she heard Dr. Russell- Mr. Common man- humbly state is opposing opinion. At least he believed her regarding the walls. He was chuckling, warmly, and it grabbed Perry's attention immediately. Laughter. It was a contagious one. Perry began to smile, and chuckle in the most delightfully girlish way possible. She was very charming like that. Girlish and small, and she swung her feet playfully, because her feet just barely touched the ground when she sat in this large oval chair. The Golden haired girl thoughtfully listened, as she played with the delicate curls in her hair. Twirling it around, and back over her finger. But just a moment- Dr. Russell's last comment about her God's appeasement made the little girl quite disturbed. "My God is only pleased by the sacrifices I make." Perry may said, simply, automatically, as if reciting a holy scripture of some sort. Next the girl brought up her left hand, showing just one of her many sacrifices. She had no ring finger. It appeared to have been hacked off by some device. "I don't question it doctor. Neither should you." A small white strip of bandage paper was cautiously wrapped around the area where her finger should be. Perry May casually smiled, as if to say, 'it's an honor to have just nine fingers' "Nine is a sacred number you know..." Perry may's words seemed to fall absently into the air. Her attention was focused upon her left hand now, as if trying fascinated, "The walls in this place are constantly staring at me..." She began in a soft toned voice. Her words still absently and lulled, "They won't stop if you just cover them up, Doctor.." "The only color that matters is Red. So if you paint the walls red... Then yes.. I do believe- i'd feel a bit better." Perry offered the doctor another girlish smile, "My witch craft is my only hobby I'm afraid. If I try to do anything...else.." Perry May motioned to her left hand. "Besides Dr. Russell... Dr. Haste has already forbid me from touching another painting easel... Or paints..Or... colors of any kind." Perry May sweetly smiled, as she began to twirl a piece of hair around her right index finger.
Dr. Elliot Austin Dennis Haste II
Head Doctor |||| 
Neurologist, Sociology, Etiquette, and Behavioral Sciences.

1 August 2013, 09:07 PM   #9
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Once the object of attention was brought up, quite proudly by Perry-May he silently noted, he looked over it carefully. A digit of her left hand was no longer present, wrapped around by some bandaging to cover away the wound underneath - he assumed it was still open for infection, otherwise there wouldn't be a need for the bandage in the first place. The way she held it up, fascinated by her own handiwork suggested she wouldn't have wanted to hide the bared skin either if not for risk. Another mental mark was made over the fact it had been her ring finger; left hand ring finger, why, she'd never be allowed to wed in any of England's churches that the doctor knew of, but that must've been the point. 'My god is only pleased by the sacrifices I make', and apparently the hand in marriage was one of those sacrifices. It was a bit saddening - such a lovely young lady such as herself damaging herself for years to come, he wondered silently if she was even supposed to leave the asylum by any fate, yet knew better than to judge any girls' want as he wasn't one himself. Still, England didn't allow many options for the opposing sex, so it couldn't be helped that Russel gave a slight sympathetic look towards his patient. Also, she wasn't allowed to paint?! Russel suddenly seemed to pout. "Is that so? Dr. Haste said that?" The name seemed to jingle a bit in his head yet he couldn't put it to anything; he only assumed that the Doctor who was brought up had merely been one who took to having appointments before - perhaps the 'not-so-nice' one she'd spoken about when being a bit surprised to Russel. "That's not bloody fair," Mumbled Russel childishly under his breath before perking back up a bit and smiling, quizzically and continuing, "Is it alright if I inquire you as to why it's been out-ruled for you to do so, Miss Perry-May?" It seemed ridiculously unorthodox to him. The girls had little to no freedom at all, let alone in the asylum, fair enough. But they deserved a bit of freedom with creativity - so long as they didn't hurt themselves with their given tools to do so - yet he hoped that wasn't the case here as well.

1 August 2013, 09:25 PM   #10
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Perry May had seen so many of those sympathetic looks before, he past deeds were full of them. Poor little Perry May was never told what exactly a 'ring finger' was. No never, Ms. Perry May was as ignorant as a child when it came to such things. Strangley, the girl was full to the brim with knowledge of morbid spells and historical facts about the taboo of alchemy. But several life long things, regarding cultures, morals, hygiene, even what animal made what sound, was lost to Perry May. For all her books told her nothing like that. Nothing of what a duck said, or what a bird sang, or what Cow produced, or what a man's job was, what a women's moral faith belonged too, who created the world, or even where babies came from. No. Nothing at all. Ms. Perry May was frightfully ignorant to all of these things. She only knew what she read, only read from her books, and only possessed books on foreign meditation, witch craft, and black magic. How was Perry to know she danmed herself to a life alone, forever, without a second thought? Perry May had hoped the doctor would tell her what bothersome thing was related to loosing her 'ring finger'. Yet, his lips never answered her such. Probably for the best. Little Perry May would've went into hysterics. For, she did want a family of some sort. Some caring man to stroke her hair at night. Someone. Perry's head cocked to the side slightly, large bright blue eyes showing slight confusion. "Why..?" Said the young girl as if she had never heard of such a thing. But Perry May certainly hadn't. She hadn't the time to question things, her book never told her to, so she never did. Why was the sky blue, what was the moon, how did she breathe, what were the rats doing scuttling across the floor? These questions, like so many others, faded to the distant part of Perry's mind. She couldn't bare it. "I..." Perry's hands droped to her thighs, along with her head. Several long locks of hair drapped over her shoulder. "I'm.. not quite sure... But.. He did call me insolent many times.." Perry May glanced up to the doctor, her eyes seeming nervous. "I.. I don't think I should.." Perry's legs even started to anxiously bounce. "Perhaps... It was.." "Maybe.. It was because..." "or..." Perry May really did try to think of something.. But.. "I don't know..." Perry shrugged her shoulders, finally giving up. A light smile returning to her girlish façade, "All I did was paint what I was feeling. Like he told me to do. I suppose he didn't like my painting very much." Said the girl nodding her head politely. Then waving her hands dismissively, "He called it the work of mindless Heretic. Then told me to never paint again." "So I shan't."
Dr. Elliot Austin Dennis Haste II
Head Doctor |||| 
Neurologist, Sociology, Etiquette, and Behavioral Sciences.

1 August 2013, 09:45 PM   #11
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It was almost disturbing, Like he was watching the scene of a play that wasn't meant to happen, what he wasn't supposed to see; yet he did. The girl had been so very confident in herself, throwing about her feminine charms in the utmost way possible, and yet holding true to herself and her beliefs as she did so. Not a single step or sway in her dance had she tripped, but here she was, faltering in her little twirl as she attempted to wrap her fingers around whatever reasoning there was for why she couldn't. Why she couldn't paint or express herself in the art. Russel expected nearly anything possible in the scenario to answer the question - why would any doctor in an asylum take away that option? The way the girls' moved their hands to cause a stroke of their brushes or the colours they chose to shade or accent their art - it was an unbelievably easy way to tap into their mind and get an idea of where things tip over from the mundane English woman. In example, just because a woman stabs her husband with their kitchen knife doesn't mean it was merely because she disliked the man - there could be so many underlying reasons to the action. And the easiest way? See what their mind thinks of and what their hand feels like. It was just... incredibly stupid to take away that option. What a poor doctor. And to call the young lady 'insolent'? Tsk. Russel watched as she seemed to tremble. He shook his head and stood up, leaning over the desk and moved some of her blond hair from her face, in the softest and most careful way he could, as to not startle or frighten her - only to comfort her. He gave a warm smile at her. "It's quite alright, Miss Perry-May. Relax. I'll see if I can speak to Dr. Haste soon about his reasoning," He then move back his hand and put an index finger up against his lips, continuing to smile, though a bit more playfully now, "If I find his reasoning to be unfair and unorthodox, why, if you can keep it a secret, I would absolutely love to see your work...~" "Only if you want to - and you promise not to tell him~ What do you think?" It was easily legible on his face - he seemed to be excited; painting was the most interesting thing about dealing with the loose strings in his opinion.

1 August 2013, 10:06 PM   #12
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The doctor was too nice. "You're.." And much to close.. Perry May's blue eyes slowly came to the doctor's face, again, her confusion blatantly showed. She didn't quite understand, Dr. Haste had told her no. But.. Dr. Russel- this other Common man- seemed to be peddling her towards the opposite. A contradiction. Perry May liked that. Perry May smiled back to the doctor, "Yes.. I think I would like that very much Doctor." Perry's soft lush voice come back to her again. She no longer sounded like there was strings around her neck; she could say whatever she cared to now. And Perry cared to make something very clear to the doctor, "Do be careful, Doctor." Perry began easily, bringing a long lock of her hair, then whisking it behind her shoulder. "I'd much rather have Dr. Haste calling me insolent, then him call you such." After all, Perry didn't even know what the word meant. "Many girls go to him for help. But if you go to him with a inquire, you might leave just as regretful as those other girls." Perry was referring to Dr. Haste's unrelenting demands. He told the girls what to do, when to do it, and what they needed like they were all puppets of some sort. Just idly crafted dolls with no minds at all. Sure he did care for them at some time or another, all surely equally. But Perry was confident that if Dr. Russel stumbled even once on questioning Dr. Haste's methods -"You'll loose your head." Perry giggled girlishly, suddenly, all the seriousness of those words faded away, "Sorry, I'm very good at premonitions. I've never been wrong you know." "I'm sure you and Dr. Haste will get along." Perry nodded her head lightly, as if to confirm her great lie. "For the most part~."
Dr. Elliot Austin Dennis Haste II
Head Doctor |||| 
Neurologist, Sociology, Etiquette, and Behavioral Sciences.

1 August 2013, 11:12 PM   #13
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And there she was - she seemed to perk up, much to his pleasure. There was her smile once again, and the doctor had become humbled by how things came out, not to mention her want to also paint. It was looking bright for this and he was pretty much excited about it already! Planning the next session, what sort of things to lay out- creating the whole scenario in his mind already, but he was brought back by her warning, a bit taken aback from it. Oh, ''d much rather have Dr. Haste calling me insolent, then him call you such', the very statement made him smile to himself a bit more, playing with his fingers as he laced them on top of the desk, ears open to what she was saying in those terms. 'You'll lose your head'. He held back the urge to laugh and saved instead for a light shake of the head, giving a small chuckle as he smiled kindly towards her. "Oh, Miss Perry-May, I really do appreciate your show of concern, but it'll be fine, don't you worry too much about it. I will drop by the doctor and if all is well," meaning if there were no real problematics with the whole painting ordeal and he was just bring a mincey little prick, "your next session with me will let your hands work with your mind - I'm really looking forward to it and hope that you are too," Russel grinned at her sort of goofily. Though, in the back of his mind he found himself worrying a bit too. He could only imagine the doctor that would call this girl a 'mindless heretic' for her drawings. Perhaps he was merely easily offended? A man of heavy religion feeling threatened by the girl's art of her own? Even if only on a canvas using the same hues and shades of any other accepted artist. Easily angered? It was perturbing to imagine. He wasn't sure how he felt any longer. He'd rather not get an explosive jab to the face by the yelling of some sodding doctor for asking a simple question of reasoning. Though, in the good portion of his mind he wondered lightly of a sophisticated sort that had good reasoning. Though he feared that, too. "Today, I wouldn't like to continue," He told her, standing up from his seat and brushing off his suit a bit, sliding a few papers of his desk but not minding it much. "I would like to talk to Dr. Haste to get the word as soon as possible and think of what else if there is too much in the way of our present plans, if this is alright with you, Miss? I'll see about your appointment schedule and get it to you soon," If I can bloody well find the list myself... "It was absolutely delightful to meet with you today, Miss Perry-May. Is there anything else you may like to get in before?" Russel asked, watching her carefully. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't anxious. He needed to meet up with Dr. Haste, get the word of the problem, and either get all the necessary equipment or think of other things to carry out his process with Perry-May. She seemed already very opened but it was hard to decipher what was wrong without risking to hit a sensitive skin - something that wouldn't be done if she showed it herself.

1 August 2013, 11:52 PM   #14
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There was no such thing as sensitive with little Perry May. She had shed that part of her, with every ounce of her fickle tears, some time ago. When she found her books, when she found her new mother, and the days she's wallowed here. Waiting. Very patiently. Promptly, identifying every ounce of this place's secrets and possessions. It was all her's now. And little Ms. Perry May didn't like to share. No, not at all. But the doctor must've believed himself to be some type of God. He looked confident in himself, even though, as it stood, Dr. Haste would never allow that to last. Poor Dr. Common man. He was looking for a fight. Perry May knew such tasks were fruitless, if they're was no one looking out for you as you hit the ground. Roll, lift, tuck, and sit back. "Yes, Doctor."'I believe it'll be a grand show.' Perry wished she could have some faith in the doctor. He might manage well on his own. Might. Perry became worried now. She didn't want her knew friend- Mr. Common man to be broken. Everything in this Asylum was dutifully hers to keep. As said- the olden text of dusty faded latin words- which Perry read religiously every night. The other man told her not to worry. How could she not? Her very new object- Dr. Common man- was about to stumble upon a very sharp knife. But, Perry only mumbled something in reply under her breathe. A spell of sorts. "skdfiea." "I'm not worried about you doctor." Said Perry May, lying through her pretty white teeth. "My God is." Said the girl nodding, her head confirming yet another tangible lie. Perry May, was very good at lying, and yet very bad at not contradicting herself in the process. Even though her words before hand, and her concerned turn of the head just a moment ago said otherwise, Perry's hypocritical words easily sounded. It didn't bother the little girl that she was lying so much, or at this rate so little. Perry May witnessed the doctor's light hearted mannerisms. It was contagious to Perry May. So the little girl joined the male in light laughter, and girlish contentment. Until- "Soon?" Another appointment? "But I.." That wasn't good. Perry couldn't have one so soon. Not so soon. "But.." Her lushish puririty began to crumble. "Don't make Dr. Haste..." Dr. Haste scentenced her 2 months in solitary. "I.." She tried to tell the doctor- this common man. Perry's eyes were shaking, She didn't want to walls to get longer. "Make sure you talk to Dr. Haste first." Said the girl. Very quickly. Almost as if she didn't want to be heard or understood. Because Dr. Haste was in the walls. He can make them grow longer. If she was good. If she wasn't insolent. "Do not. Make. me..." Perry immediately stood up as she spoke in stark words. "Cut another finger, doctor." Perry sounded almost pleaful. Then glanced down to her left hand, only to look up and see the doctor's left hand. Easily. Common men. Always had their ring fingers. They simply didn't understand how much Perry's mind wandered. Wandered to no where, but was very attentively everywhere. "Because it won't be mine." And with a dark scent on those words- they hung there in the air. Little Perry-May twirled in her red and white dress, towards the door. Two guards were waiting outside, to take her to solitary. Perry May absently treaded down the hall with them.
Dr. Elliot Austin Dennis Haste II
Head Doctor |||| 
Neurologist, Sociology, Etiquette, and Behavioral Sciences.

2 August 2013, 12:25 AM    #15
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OOC:
--going on to the other topic just letting you know now ok--

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