Dr. Haste's Rehabilitiation Course Login to Kupika  or  Create a new account 
 

 

Dr. Haste's Rehabilitiation Course



Pages:  1  2  3  4  5  6  7  8  9  10  11  12  13

24 May 2013, 02:26 AM   #1
Joined: 9 Apr 2013
Posts: 235
There's a small waiting room outside of his office, and a golden door knob with a key hole. 1. Introduction: Hello. My name is Dr. Haste. Over the time you've spent at this facility you've shown quite a lack of civility. For a lady of any sort, that is unacceptable. For the next [insert X amount of time] I'll be guiding you towards the path of becoming impeccable young women. During our private sessions I'll teach you; social graces, posture, balance, modesty, faith, and etiquette. Also, I will be educating you on how to substitute your distasteful habits for favorable ones. 2. Terms: We have rules here. For the unruly. Rules can change depending on the individual, any inappropriate snickering will be penalized, and every girl is expected to dress respectably. Do not bother with any questions of concerns you might have, I do not intend to keep you long. Just note the entirety of your corruption (due to afflictions or past disturbances) will not be tolerated in any form here. 3. Results: Those who yield and show promise are to be recommended for release at the end of their cycle. Although, If in anyway, I doubt your abilities as a lady, I will oppose any instant of your release. The young girls who fail to change or satisfy requirements, will be subjected to further instruction. ---------------
Dr. Elliot Austin Dennis Haste II
Head Doctor |||| 
Neurologist, Sociology, Etiquette, and Behavioral Sciences.

25 July 2013, 09:38 PM   #2
Joined: 20 Feb 2013
Posts: 244
The seemingly feeble-minded Rachelle had appeared in the classroom in the wee hours of the next morning, sometime around 6 am. She wore naught but a grey dress that hung off of her bony shoulders, really, it looked more like a sack than anything. Her hair was hanging in ringlets after the occurance the day before, she hadn't ever bothered to untie to ends and so she had little white ribbons poking out of her hair, barely visible in the mess. She walked around the room, observing, her fingers brushing along the objects she found along the shelves. Book, book, book, paperweight, book, - is that a doll? She'd pause, removing what did in fact appear to be a small, blonde-haired doll and she cradled it, humming what could only be recognized as a Christmas tune.
Rachelle Eponine Asmosia Timorous Schizotypal | Fugue State | Selective Mutism | Insomnia | Night Terrors Astraphobia. Automysophobia. Hypnophobia. Mnemophobia. Oneirophobia. Pyrophobia. "You are not even an acceptable young lady yet. Whatever dreams you have of obtaining motherhood... is another one of your delusions."

26 July 2013, 03:05 AM   #3
Joined: 9 Apr 2013
Posts: 235
Last edited by ‹ㅑJïNxㅜㅇNㅕ›, 26 July 2013
The doctor found another girl had wandered into his room. He was going to shoo her away. But turning her about, he saw it was the eloquent speaking girl from yesterday. "Ah~ I see you look." Like a Disgusting rat. "The same." She was touching his things. His doll. His practice doll. For patients with mothering tendencies. Dr. Elliot Ordered it from Paris. It was life like with round bright blue eyes, blinking long artificial colored lashes, a small white bonnet adorned it's long brunette curled locks, and she wore a soft velvet red dress with knitted lace at the hem. She even made noises. It was worth more then what those collection of frightful looking female shells, could ever sum up, on their back side. After taking the doll from Rachelle- snatching if not for his patience - Dr. Elliot sat it back upon the shelf, correctly, carefully, and at a slight angle. Away from the girl. "You are not even an acceptable young lady yet. Whatever dreams you have of obtaining motherhood... Is another one of your delusions." Dr. Haste said so matter-of -factly that it must've been rehearsed. Or maybe he's said it to millions of girls already. Yes, it must've been said millions of times. The Doctor offered Rachelle a small smile, wanting to change topics, "I'm glad your somewhat interested in playing house. Or- Children." The Doctor said sounding very interested himself, "I find you're attracted to child-like things. Finding you in the abandoned Children's ward, how you memorize short children's poems, you were cradling my doll like a newborn as you hummed..." These were just observations. But were they so far-fetched? Dr. Haste hoped not. He pulled out a small book on a nearby shelf, and flipped open to a marked page, "I don't mind roleplaying with you, Rachelle." The doctor said calmly, he looked focused on the page he was staring at. "But... I don't believe your mentally, ready." Commented the doctor simply. The doctor's smile broke. Then the Doctor turned the book to Rachelle, right before her, two pages showed a collage of printed renderings showing a smiling woman stabbing a chopping knife into a newborn baby's stomach, to slice it open. Blood curled from the baby's form in bleak black ink, looking fresh and swelling up the page. The Women, who was doing this torturous act, seemed absolutely oblivious. "If you can assure me you're nothing like this. I'd believe otherwise... Otherwise-" Haste slammed the book closed, and placed it back on the shelf. The doctor paused, as he glanced back to Rachelle. "Never."
Dr. Elliot Austin Dennis Haste II
Head Doctor |||| 
Neurologist, Sociology, Etiquette, and Behavioral Sciences.

26 July 2013, 11:40 AM   #4
Joined: 20 Feb 2013
Posts: 244
Upon having the toy snatched away from her she began to say something but instead, found herself intrigued by his words. Still, her fingers wrapped back around the toy as she sat sat, her legs crossing and the doll cradled against her chest as if it were indeed a newborn child. Somewhere inside her mind, while he rambled, she wondered if he knew about the fire, the children... He had to, otherwise he wouldn't be acting so cruel, would he? When the doctor practically shoves the picture into her face she seemed hostile, her lips curling back over her teeth but the doll was pulled closer, protectively. "What on earth is the matter with you?!" and just like that, she'd broken out of her shell again.
Rachelle Eponine Asmosia Timorous Schizotypal | Fugue State | Selective Mutism | Insomnia | Night Terrors Astraphobia. Automysophobia. Hypnophobia. Mnemophobia. Oneirophobia. Pyrophobia. "You are not even an acceptable young lady yet. Whatever dreams you have of obtaining motherhood... is another one of your delusions."

26 July 2013, 09:17 PM   #5
Joined: 9 Apr 2013
Posts: 235
Dr.Elliot did know. He read her stark folder of every scornful deed. He knew. But that wasn't the reason he spoke so harsh. The doctor watched as Rachelle reacted to the photo, her eyes deeply disturbed. But Haste didn't find he could believe her just yet. Although he wanted to. The Doctor Watched Rachelle hug the doll even tighter, she had snuck it off the shelf, but he didn't mind it this time. The way she held the doll. It wasn't until he watched her arms bring it closer did Haste's tone soften. "I'm...-" Then his eyes grew more aware. They turned into shallow gentle pools, "..She still... Doesn't have a name." Said the doctor wanting to change the subject again. A small smile playing on the doctors lips, apologetically. "If you have any suggestions I'm all ears. So far..." The doctor went over to his desk, into a drawer, and pulled out a small piece of scrap paper, "Sarah, Cara, Carroll, Anna Maria, and Katie." As Dr.Haste listed off the names he sounded fairly excited to share. He looked up, to see Rachelle, hopeful, "Our baby deserves a good name." Ooc: srry if it's a little choppy
Dr. Elliot Austin Dennis Haste II
Head Doctor |||| 
Neurologist, Sociology, Etiquette, and Behavioral Sciences.

26 July 2013, 09:26 PM   #6
Joined: 20 Feb 2013
Posts: 244
How Much did the doctor know, exactly? Did he know about her past relationship with the other patients, the way shed hd some of them so dearly? Of course she herself didn't remember... Rachelle smiled as she looked up at the doctor and them down at the doll, her fingers curling in the soft golden hair, pressing it flat. "Holly." Of course Rachelle didn't remember her motherly relationship with the other, younger patient and did not even know if the girl was even there, Rachelle just knew there was some sort of significance to the name. Perhaps the doctor would tell her.
Rachelle Eponine Asmosia Timorous Schizotypal | Fugue State | Selective Mutism | Insomnia | Night Terrors Astraphobia. Automysophobia. Hypnophobia. Mnemophobia. Oneirophobia. Pyrophobia. "You are not even an acceptable young lady yet. Whatever dreams you have of obtaining motherhood... is another one of your delusions."

26 July 2013, 10:22 PM   #7
Joined: 9 Apr 2013
Posts: 235
Dr. Elliot was so glad Rachelle gave a name. It meant she was willing to participate. The very fact that she was trying, meant a lot. Dr. Elliot pressed the pen to the scrap if paper and spelt it out. "Holly..." He said in a low whisper as if to confirm it's existence. "Holly~" Dr. Elliot said it warmly now, "I think that's a wonderful name." The doctor was willing to leave it at that... However, a lost looking facade made the doctor continue. "Actually..." Slowly. Because Elliot knew that to much exposure to a raw past could ruin the girl's precious future. Knowing this, Dr. Haste moved closer to Rachelle, lifting up the girl's chin gently with a single finger. Staring at her with benevolence. "I think our girl... Holly... will be quite happy. I see I might've been wrong about you then..."
Dr. Elliot Austin Dennis Haste II
Head Doctor |||| 
Neurologist, Sociology, Etiquette, and Behavioral Sciences.

27 July 2013, 12:53 PM   #8
Joined: 20 Feb 2013
Posts: 244
Now what the doctor saw as cooperation and trying, Rachelle simply didn't. She just seemed to be living in a different reality, one where nothing was bad or offensive or evil - not until she meant for it to be. She simply stared down at the doll, the gears in her head turning as she tried to figure out exactly what made everything about the you so familiar to her, but she just couldn't and that frustrated her. Not being able to be anything even remotely normal just hurt her. And so when the doctor lifted her chin he'd find the tears that brimmed her eyes, and the way that her fingers had tightened around the dolls body, bruising its porcelain skin, her grip so tight that the only part on her hands that wasn't white were the dark, angry red scars that curled around her fingers from the fire.
Rachelle Eponine Asmosia Timorous Schizotypal | Fugue State | Selective Mutism | Insomnia | Night Terrors Astraphobia. Automysophobia. Hypnophobia. Mnemophobia. Oneirophobia. Pyrophobia. "You are not even an acceptable young lady yet. Whatever dreams you have of obtaining motherhood... is another one of your delusions."

28 July 2013, 06:36 AM   #9
Joined: 9 Apr 2013
Posts: 235
Just when when the girl seemed to be adjusted and in a stable state, the doctor noticed Rachelle's eyes become glossed. The Doctor glanced down and noticed the cringing white knuckles, tensed limbs, and pained look. The doll didn't matter as much anymore. Something beautiful was about to occur. Was occuring. Her iris's were becoming moist, and you could see small tears beginning to form. The doctor inched closer as his finger steadily held up the girl's head. And even though the tears weren't running down the girl's face in abysmal torment. They were forming because of an unforgettable ache. Dr. Haste knew Holly was the ache- certainly. However, he wasn't thinking about such things. Because the Doctor, loved seeing the reddening face and weeping eyes of a woman. They were soft looking, delicate sounding, and it showed vulnerability. Haste didn't think he'd see this so soon in her. But here it was. Such a treat. "Now now..." began the Dr. Haste in a warming tone and he shook his head disapproving. "I'll find some other time for that..." the doctor drew out of his sleeve a laced handkerchief and offered it to Rachelle. Then Dr. Haste was immediately gesturing for Rachelle to sit down in a chair. "I believe you're... Suffering Ms. Asmosia...that's bad." Dr. Elliot sat down at his desk, pulled out a notebook and a pen. "If you could tell me about what's troubling you... That would be good."
Dr. Elliot Austin Dennis Haste II
Head Doctor |||| 
Neurologist, Sociology, Etiquette, and Behavioral Sciences.

28 July 2013, 09:19 PM   #10
Joined: 20 Feb 2013
Posts: 244
Last edited by ‹fuckingpickyournoseidiot›, 9 November 2013
Slowly, the girl lowered herself down into a chair, refusing the handkerchief and
allowing the tears to roll down her porcelain cheeks. 
She knew he knew. The doctor knew exactly what was wrong with her, with all of
them, he just wanted to toy with them. What a sick game that was.
And so her head turned up and she looked at him with just a small amount of fight in her
eyes, taking note that one of the nurses had come by and shut the door to the office,
and now they were alone. 

What exactly did he want her to tell him? What did he expect her to remember? No matter
how hard she tried, she just couldn't and they all knew it.
Everybody knew it. That's why they just left her all alone - she thinks - is because they
know she's meant to be there.
She just didn't realize it sooner.


Of course the entire time the gears turned in her head and she thought, her eyes had
moved from the doctor and she away from his grip, curling her knees to her chest
defensively, her eyes looking at something on the wall behind him. Her fingers had
tightened around the arms of the chair, tensed, waiting for him to strike her or to jump
on her or to just do... anything. And for once in a long while she didn't look fearful,
not at all. In fact, she was smiling ever so slightly, the tears had been replaced by
anger and it seemed she wasn't about to let any stinky old doctor take her defenses.
Rachelle Eponine Asmosia Timorous Schizotypal | Fugue State | Selective Mutism | Insomnia | Night Terrors Astraphobia. Automysophobia. Hypnophobia. Mnemophobia. Oneirophobia. Pyrophobia. "You are not even an acceptable young lady yet. Whatever dreams you have of obtaining motherhood... is another one of your delusions."

28 July 2013, 10:23 PM   #11
Joined: 9 Apr 2013
Posts: 235
Dr. Elliot had a beautiful chuck of diamond among him. Sitting front him. Although Rachelle looked nothing like a proper lady and suffered from cruel illness of the mind, she had something potentially beautiful. Just like how miners burry deep within the earth for oil, or how miners dig through brutal rock for gold- Dr. Haste planned on venturing deep within each girl to bring out something pure. It was annoying when the participants didn't cooperate with you. 'I'm trying to make you an acceptable female.' the male thought looking at the girl's disturbed eyes. There was silence. For a long time. And for a while Dr.Haste began to write on the pad of paper as if an event was occurring. But for the most part, the two were just sitting alone in silence. The doctor spoke with some annoyance, "You might not understand now Rachelle, But I'm not here to talk to you about your problems. I'm not a therapist. So I don't mind hurting your feelings or if you have some spite against me." the doctor spoke as he could see the tension grow inside the other's body. To the contrary, Dr.Haste spoke calmly and languidly. "I'd like us to be on fair terms. But if we aren't then..." The doctor stopped writting and went to go get a book off the shelf. A large, thick page book, with a picture or a women holding a lace parasol. She was beautiful. "If you won't talk, you'll read." said the Doctor, and he dropped the book into the girls lap. "This is your bible. Read it. Memorize it." the doctor went back to his desk and leaned back in the chair.the title of the book was, "Habits of a Women." by Vincent Kawk (notreal) The doctor.seemed to be quite content with letting the conversation die there. "Or I suppose you can leave. We can continue this tomorrow if your not in the mood." The doctor's words sounded stale and uncaring. Well, that's how he seemed. But honestly, he was delighted with Rachelle and her already apparent potential He was even very impressed with her level of speech. So it was a bitirritating to the doc, when Rachelle said nothing, He wanted to hear the strong unwavering nerve. Hmm. Maybe another time. The doctor seemed to go backnto writting out some manuals for other lessons and signing documents.
Dr. Elliot Austin Dennis Haste II
Head Doctor |||| 
Neurologist, Sociology, Etiquette, and Behavioral Sciences.

29 July 2013, 12:11 AM   #12
Joined: 20 Feb 2013
Posts: 244
Rachelle flinched slightly as the book landed in her lap, her fingers unclenching from the furniture to wrap gently around its withered spine. Her eyes softened and moved down to the picture on the cover, the woman with the creme colored taffeta day gown and sunhat, the white lace parcel, and the little brown ribbon that fluttered in the woman's hat in what was assumed to be the wind. Moving to stand Rachelle went around to sit on the doctors desk, on the left side of where his chair was, the book still clasped in his lap. Her index finger lightly traced the image once, twice before she spoke in a soft tone, a delicate smile pulling at her lips. "She looks like me." . . . "I mean... " "I looked like that, once. When I was ..." happy? She'd look over at him, her tongue running along her lips, which were now swollen from the soft biting she'd done while she wept. "You look like him. Or, what I think he looked like..." Her hands twirled in her lap, her gaze dropped from his eyes to his mouth. "I can't remember."
Rachelle Eponine Asmosia Timorous Schizotypal | Fugue State | Selective Mutism | Insomnia | Night Terrors Astraphobia. Automysophobia. Hypnophobia. Mnemophobia. Oneirophobia. Pyrophobia. "You are not even an acceptable young lady yet. Whatever dreams you have of obtaining motherhood... is another one of your delusions."

29 July 2013, 12:55 AM   #13
Joined: 9 Apr 2013
Posts: 235
Elliot finally glanced up from his reviews. Several documents needed his undivided attention right now. More so then Rachelle because Elliot was slightly behind in his work. However. The girl. With her lightened frail tone, breathed words through the air, and twiddled her toes. She was sittingn at his desk, upon his flattened papers, to utterly distracting for Elliot to successfully ignore. Plus, Ms.Amosia was beginning to speak of something interesting. She noticed a likeNess between the girl on the cover of the book, and herself. Impossible. The girl on the cover was an absolute lady, well balanced posture, curle that he lod hair, intricately dressed, and she oozed of wealth and status. Elliot glanced slightly at Rachelle. His eyes were a curious dark blue. It was absurd. Then Rachelle said something equally absurd. That he looked like him. him. Elliot assumed she was referring to her husband. The one she toasted alive in a fire. Grand~ Maybe it wasn't the most favorable thing to begin recalling- yet Elliot began to remember what ye read. There was a sudden spark of awareness in the doctor. He looked directly at Rachelle once again. Then he slowly put down his pen, and stood up. Smiling, gently. "Ah~ Do I really?" he began slowly, airy, curiously, and content with the girl. He wanted to dig further. Elliot gently placed the girl's small hand over his, he grazed her knuckles with a light kiss, "What a brilliant idea..." Elliot smirked, "Tell me Rachelle-" "Can you remember what made your husband fall in love? Do remember what you two did together?" Asked the male smoothly. His hand slightly tugged for her to stand, and once she did she was easily brought to an embrace Dr. Elliot's arms rested wraped around at her waist. The doctor cocked his head, smiling, "Tell me anything you remember about "Us" and your former self." instructed the doctor, refering to us as in rachelle and her husband's activities together that they found pleasurable.
Dr. Elliot Austin Dennis Haste II
Head Doctor |||| 
Neurologist, Sociology, Etiquette, and Behavioral Sciences.

29 July 2013, 01:10 AM   #14
Joined: 20 Feb 2013
Posts: 244
Rachelle never pulled from the doctors embraces, seeming to enjoy the role playing he was dpi g with her. For a moment she closed her eyes and let her head fall back, her hair falling away from her face to reveal stunning features. She really was quite beautiful, with long brown lashes and lips that always looked pursed and diamond encrusted blue eyes to match her porcelain skin, she was like a lost doll, a broken marionette of sorts. "We went to the theatre a lot. Before Hattie was born we did things like that... a lot. We weren't wealthy or anything, at least I don't think. But we weren't wearing rags or dragging along in the streets." At this point Rachelle looked down at her raggedy clothing, chuckling softly, sadly. Of course to herself she thought she was making it all up, but whoever read her files knew everything she said was exact. "I think we went to church. The children liked the park so we oft had lunch there..." She'd turn back, opening her eyes which of course were brimmed with years, this time of what could be happiness. "Am I ... Right?"
Rachelle Eponine Asmosia Timorous Schizotypal | Fugue State | Selective Mutism | Insomnia | Night Terrors Astraphobia. Automysophobia. Hypnophobia. Mnemophobia. Oneirophobia. Pyrophobia. "You are not even an acceptable young lady yet. Whatever dreams you have of obtaining motherhood... is another one of your delusions."

30 July 2013, 04:53 AM    #15
Joined: 9 Apr 2013
Posts: 235
ooc: DON'T KILL ME. EVERYTHING IS OKAY. I STOPPED SMOKING. BLAAHBLAHBLAH.

"Why would you be wrong..?" Asked the doctor, as he reassured her with a caring smile. His fingers found a way beside her left cheek, and grazed it. Because she was beautiful. Regretfully so. Maybe they shouldn't be roleplaying? Maybe not. But. The doctor was becoming quite invested in the girl now. The emotion in his eyes were beginning to break through. Dr. Haste, was touching a broken thing- hoping he could fix it. Hopefully the doctor could. "I remember very well how we used to visit the park, and I would make it my mission to buy you the best looking dresses for church." The doctor said, noticing how Rachelle looked at her own garbs of clothing. The Doctor continued, "We even would go dancing... Just a few times." Said the doctor acting shy, "I wasn't to fond of it... You know I have two left feet." The doctor laughed a little, playfully, "However... Watching you play with our children, was the most fun... Hattie, Lolita, and Palmer.." "They all adored you when you sang them to sleep." The doctor glanced away from Rachelle for just a moment, to consciously remind himself of the afternoon approaching. "I know you have an enchanting voice Rachelle... Do you remember the lullaby?" Asked Elliot very carefully. The male sounded cautious, saying each word slowly, as if trying to make certain Rachelle never lost track of what he was saying.
Dr. Elliot Austin Dennis Haste II
Head Doctor |||| 
Neurologist, Sociology, Etiquette, and Behavioral Sciences.

Pages:  1  2  3  4  5  6  7  8  9  10  11  12  13

All times are GMT. The time now is 01:59 PM.


About Kupika    Contact    FAQs    Terms of Service    Privacy Policy    Online Safety
Copyright © 2005-2012