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The Peaceful Gardens


11 October 2013, 08:41 AM   #1
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In the very back of this large dreary establishment is a beautifully embellished garden area. As fully paid for and supported by the Head Doctor, Dr. Haste. He's placed on the most exquisite of roses, and brightest of tulips. Take your step, because it's absolutely free to enter and very much encouraged. It's been drafted to have a very tranquil feel that you'd find in the most prestigious Zen Garden. Enjoy the small koi fish pound, fresh smell of mulch, and the adorning flowers. ooc: FRICK ERU THERE BETTER NOT B A GARDEN TOPIC AFTER I POST THIS. I LOOKED EVERYWHERE. DON'T TELL ME THERE IS ONE. DAMNITFUCKS.
Dr. Elliot Austin Dennis Haste II
Head Doctor |||| 
Neurologist, Sociology, Etiquette, and Behavioral Sciences.

11 October 2013, 08:50 AM   #2
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Sweet little Perry was the very first willing participant to step foot inside the newly developed space. And she hated it almost as much as she thought she would. The smell, the sights, the beautiful layout of plants and granite statues. So much effort, for all this beauty. 'Enjoy yourself dear.' He said. The good doctor placed a bible into her small hands. 'My dear you shall get better.' He promised her with a sweet smile. 'I shall make it my only mission.' Perry would never find happiness now. He's far from jinxed her very existence. However, the young girl didn't say a word. Only a nod of her empty skull, the she played to her feet- they took her here. All she needed was somewhere quiet. Perry's eyes wandered as her limbs stretched out forward, taking her deeper and deeper into this feigned paradise. Perry opened the bible. Then shut it. Then opened it. She couldn't make out a single word. She hadn't a clue what these chapters, numbers, and symbols, collectively meant. Not a clue. "Shame me." Perry said, shutting the book a finally time. He promised her- that this text would give her solace. A piece of some good spirit. Something she needed to be a lady. "I AM NOT AS GUILLABLE DOCTOR!" She screamed, tossing the book straight into the weeds. "Die if you shall be so kind." Perry said, her words hard and corrupt. She didn't want it. She didn't deserve it. She knew better. No book could give her what she needed. This book especially. She wanted just one thing. Just one. And making her a lady- would be counter productive to it.
Dr. Elliot Austin Dennis Haste II
Head Doctor |||| 
Neurologist, Sociology, Etiquette, and Behavioral Sciences.

11 October 2013, 09:10 AM   #3
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Yes, the garden. She'd heard fondly about it once or twice before over the chatter of some of the doctors, and even a few of the patients. They whisked on about its makings and what sort of plans they'd heard from other gossips; most were excited or thought good of it, at least, Hettie believed so considering they spoke rather fondly when referring to it. But now it was finished. Yet, she'd not truly seen anyone to go out and visit the work, which was a right shame indeed. So she made it her own mission and allowed her heels to carry her across the asylum for the air outside and the clouded sun and, no doubt, the smell of London's industries booming in the background not too far away. Once she'd reached the garden, she smiled very slightly. Oh, how it was so familiar in a way. It was all new and more importantly, it was relaxing. The bright and peaceful atmosphere made it feel so safe. Behind her title of Darling, the family had had a well-off garden too, tamed and taken care of by the servants. It was a lovely place, and, oh, how she missed it so. But that was hardly a speckle in the past now- a garden laid out before her already and off she went to explore and take in the air much different than that of the suffocating asylum corridors and cells and prattling men in their white coats and much too nosy women who insisted they didn't belong here, but worked alongside the doctors. Ah, what a laugh. As if that was any just place for a woman to be at. They belonged at home with either father or husband, not amongst several men and persisting that they are close to their ranks. That's how it had been told to her. Hettie then tensed at the sudden tossing. She hadn't heard the girl, but she did see the book get thrown about to the outside of the walkways and into the grass. She stared at the perturbed girl from behind before walking over to the book and looking at it with a curious eye. A bible? The brunette turned back to the other girl and carefully walked over, holding the book against her bosom. "Pardon," She said carefully as she walked to her front and then held out the book again. "But you've dropped this. What are you doing?"

11 October 2013, 09:37 AM   #4
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"I did." Not. But Perry hadn't the words to defy the girl. She seemed so- certain that Perry had innocently let the book slip from her hands. Even more so- the frightening Idea of this girl telling Doctor Haste of what she's done... Done to this 'sacred holy ark.' Created to many waves in her mind. To many to count. All carried worry. With hesitant lips, young Perry smiled. "I did, thank you." She said, taking the book into her possession carefully. As if it was a precious newborn. However, Perry wasn't out of the weeds quite yet. The other girl had asked her a question. It would be rude not to answer. Yet- What was Perry doing here? Exactly? So far, she wasn't doing what the good doctor advised her- read and repent. So what was she doing instead. "I am..." Perry looked to the book for more answers. The cover was hard and black, with neat golden script spelling out the word 'Holy Bible'. She hadn't a clue. But wait just a minute. Perry was no common girl. She was a girl of the fine arts. A very well diverse girl in the teachings of alchemy and sorcery. This other girl- Neither blue eyed- or black blooded- held no value. Her hands were empty, and her looks were fair but plain. Perry lost all care for what the other girl thought. "I am a Witch." Said Perry, her voice heavy. As if to educate the ignorant girl about this critical fact. "I am not being troublesome- -" Said Perry. Sounding suddenly stubborn. "If that is what you think...." Which the other better not be. Perry hadn't tasted blood in a very, very, long time. This girl- was lucky Perry had nothing sharp in her pockets. Or anything threatening in her hands. Perry looked down to the book in her hands just then. Thinking.. Smiling with a girlish glee. Oh- well- Perhaps she did. "And I am certainly minding my own business." Perry had to make it a point that she wasn't some nosy degenerate rat. She was here for no other reason but to care for herself. "And Pretell- -" The little Witch began sweetly, hiding the book behind her back with both hands, not wanting the other to lay eyes on it anymore, "What Are you doing?" Perry tilted her head to the side, her bright blue eyes curious and demeaning. As if Perry somehow suddenly acquired ownership of the entire garden, and the other young girl wasn't allowed in it. Not near it. Not within it. not ever.
Dr. Elliot Austin Dennis Haste II
Head Doctor |||| 
Neurologist, Sociology, Etiquette, and Behavioral Sciences.

16 October 2013, 09:03 AM   #5
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Hettie looked around a moment at the garden a bit before she'd felt the stings of the girl's voice towards her. Like a revolver had readied the next bullet - a threat nearly if you will. Her brows furrowed at the comment, I am a witch. And yet, she seemed the least bit impressed by the information given to her. Brown eyes were rather incredulous in their looks towards the young witch. And soon poured out more volatile phrases, hinting rather blatantly that Hettie was some place she didn't belong - and was being nosy and bothersome at that. Hardly, the girl before her seemed younger than her and she was, no less, a girl. Hettie had all the reason to stand here and question her. A law she was given right to, but she held on and cocked her head over so softly the left as she looked over the other girl. "Ah." It was the only proper sound to make in response. Of course, a girl who claimed herself to be a witch would assume that she had all the rights in the world, that her little dabbles in sorcery and magickry put her above all the common turmoils, and higher than all aristocratic souls. As far as Hettie knew, most witches were aware of themselves - that their speakings of their faults were nothing but shame, and that any girl who uttered it proudly was hardly a witch at all. Or a witch without mind. Or a witch belonging on the gallows. Or better yet, a witch who truly deserve the flames of hell. The girl before her was shameless, without a mind, and should be burned at the gallows - that or she was no witch at all. Hettie was hardly impressed at all. "Being nosy and troublesome, apparently," Henrietta said flatly, giving a sort of upset expression towards the girl to further the point. She then walked over to a red poppy and knelt down in front of it, feeling its petals and resisting the urge to pick it to hold onto for eternity. She continued, "I suppose it's rightly clear to why you're here now - the whole of England wouldn't let you breath with such... frightening words on that tongue of yours," She then glanced back at her, giving a shrug before smelling the poppy and finishing, "Flame is not absent from this place, you know." Hinting that she was not in control of this place, witch or not. That she shouldn't be so proud. It was... very unladylike.

16 October 2013, 10:00 AM   #6
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Last edited by ‹ㅑJïNxㅜㅇNㅕ›, 16 October 2013
And Courtney was proud of her words. Oh so- very proud. She was a King among peasants- a king yes- she had only need to raise a hand to her Gods and point with a single finger to what she wanted. Then, there it would be for her. Just for her- at least so she believed. The girl's faith was something admire, and as long as she had it, it kept her warm at night. Her books would never abandon her then. She would forever stay beautiful, young, and powerful. Forever and ever. Thus, thinking she was somehow more valuable then anyone else came naturally. This girl seem to understand how Perry was taught in the dark arts. What strength Perry had, and how little effort she needed to flaunt it. Little Perry expected fear to show in the other's eyes, or some kind of bewildered shock... But nothing in the Brunette's eyes contorted to a worthwhile expression. Nothing in the other girl's eyes were breaking. At least not yet. But why? Perry looked to grass beneath her feet, and then the bright yellow orb in the sky. The Gods must be sending her some subtle sign perhaps? The young girl silently listened, with an open mind. The other spoke clearly, similar to one of the many doctors here. With poise, and composure, her words floated into the air. The voices called her a common lady. The little Witch narrowed her eyes. It seemed as if the other was warning her now- Flame is not absent from this place, you know. No, in fact Perry didn't. So a very puzzled look came over the young girl's face. Perry hadn't a clue. "Flame?" Perry's voice sounded small and uncertain. She went to the girl, and sat down beside her near the bush of flowers that caught her attention. The bright red section of Perry's tailored dress created large bubbles over her thin legs as she crossed her legs to the ground. "What do you know of England?" asked Perry, her tone becoming hard again. It was as if the information was apart of some urgent dealings. "What do you know... of what they do to Witches?" Asked Perry her voice a whisper and laced with paranoia. For she honestly hadn't a clue. All Perry knew was the things between the binds of her books. Which were many crafty things, but strictly limited to the Arts. Yet, they were old, withered, in many languages, and faded. Her books mentioned nothing of- burnings.. Not to her precious skin at least. Not as some consequence for believing in what she practiced. The Gods would never allow it.. Correct? Again, Perry self consciously looked to her hands for the answer. Her ring finger, although gone, gave her some reassurance. She's already done so much in the name of her beloved idols. How could they ever forsake her now? After so many days and nights with the scriptures so religiously flowing in her mind.
Dr. Elliot Austin Dennis Haste II
Head Doctor |||| 
Neurologist, Sociology, Etiquette, and Behavioral Sciences.

20 November 2013, 05:56 AM   #7
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ There was nothing like fresh air~ to the good doctor- to any man- it was always refreshing. Cleansing. Even though the Peace Garden was right on the Asylum's door step, Elliot still felt like he was meters farther. Miles actually. Compared to being in the Asylum; being within the Garden felt entirely different in every sense. It was brighter much brighter as the was clearly laminating the sky. Everything seemed bigger now- infamous in fact- because the long walls of vines and planted shrubs seemed to go on forever. There was a gorgeous variety of every single type of flower a person could imagine. Lilies to Daisy, to White Roses, to black eyed Susans. The grass was a crisp lush green color, and it stretched out like a carpet under your feet. There were soft dark stones that made a path over the grass, leading you to the Garden's center. Elliot couldn't believe it turned out so well. With this achievement gave him so much courage, but there were figments that still unsettled him. "Rachelle." Dr. Haste was going to clear the air. There was no better place to do it. He looked at the girl before him, then his eyes shyed to ground. "I don't love you." It was as simple as that. It just couldn't get any simpler. Elliot would've loved to have it be something, more complicated, or less understandable for Rachelle. But even she must've known what it meant. What this was entirely about; because it had to all stop. Immediately. "I don't want to." And even though Elliot believed it to be that simple, it really wasn't at all. Because... Even though there wasn't love- there was something comparatively similar there.... "And you must understand that..." Elliot's eyes returned to meet hers, and he took her hand, and smiled- because it was all he could do for her. But why? "But I certainly do care a great deal... And I wish for your happiness~" Elliot patted the girl's head, apologetically and sympathetic. And his heart ached, but it was simply how things were. It had to be. Because Rachelle was completely unacceptable as she was. Unacceptable. Elliot wasn't going to make the mistake of believing it. Not when - only a few hours ago- his eyes watered and his bones shattered as a result of trusting someone. Liking someone.
Dr. Elliot Austin Dennis Haste II
Head Doctor |||| 
Neurologist, Sociology, Etiquette, and Behavioral Sciences.

20 November 2013, 04:14 PM   #8
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The garden had indeed turned out more beautiful than even she could have ever imagined. In place of the old bell tower stood a gorgeous stone angel, and the once-broken path of stone was lush and alive with grass and a cobblestone walkway. Her favorite part, she thinks, had to be the color that the dewy flowers brought to the otherwise bleak asylum walls. And the fresh air -- well, it was marvelous. "I don't love you." She stopped in her tracks. It was happening again, wasn't it? Her hand slipped out of his grasp the moment he tried to hold it, her fingers had grown icy to the touch, much like her heart had become over time. "Doctor, I..." Rachelle turned away, her fingers moving upwards to wrap around her arms. After so long her treatment had begun to turn her I to a lady, in both mind and body. Her form was beginning to fill out, and her subtle hourglass shape may have caused envy amongst the other patients and even the greedy doctors, because poor little Rachelle appeared to be a woman of virtue and refused to lay down with any of those who deemed themselves good enough. Except the doctor, of course. Everybody knew she lusted for him. "Doctor Haste, I know --" She paused and turned, bringing her delicate blue eyes to meet his own. Her tongue traced over her full lips hesitantly, her eyelids fluttering as the wind blew and sent chills down her spine. "I know that a girl like myself -- well, it's not an easy task. Caring. But it can be done. And even though it is a harder task, the love that can come from it --" Rachelle paused once more, taking a moment to collect her thoughts and to lace her fingers in his own. "I found that love, once. Do you know how it felt, doctor? Imagine a thousand hummingbirds fluttering inside of your chest, their wings beating against your ribs. You know that what you're feeling is less than rare and you're terrified and amazed and excited, all at once. I lost that feeling, a long long time ago. But then ..." Rachelle pulled her hands away, picking up the hem of her skirts to keep them from dragging in the dirt as she walked down the path. "I thought I had found it again, in you." "I suppose I was wrong, after all. It's impossible to love somebody, such as I." "Isn't it, Doctor Haste?"
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."

21 November 2013, 09:12 AM   #9
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The doctor followed Rachelle deeper into the gardens, and watched her silhouette travel farther from him after she stepped away. Rachelle had her eloquence which charmed the doctor very easily; it always had. Her voice was calm, and smooth. Nothing like the tearing whispers that stretched her throat when he first met her. When she- easily disgusted and disturbed his thoughts. Rachelle was radiating. Haste couldn't look a way. I thought I had found it again, in you. It certainly wasn't the first time Elliot had ever been approached with the subject of love. He was seasoned with the idea that love was something very special, and very fragile, yet was the strongest emotion one could ever feel for someone. Hence it was very dangerous. Elliot was content with the idea of taking a wife at some point. Then having children very soon after. Then dying as he would. At least his parents told him that's how things shall be- hadto be- I suppose I was wrong, after all. It's impossible to love somebody, such as I. Isn't it, Doctor Haste? ? "- Yes..," No! "No.." Wait- no! Certainly it was yes! "Yes- -"? The answer couldn't be both could it? Haste didn't want to confuse Rachelle.... There were two very big arguments going on in the doctor's head. Each one wanted to win, and were to impatient to wait their turn. So both halves spoke over each other at once- frantically calling evidence, and making great claims to their case. The two sides agreed that there was only one answer he could give. But neither side could agree what it should be. So the vicious screaming in Elliot's head continued to debate: 'She's beautiful!' 'She's insane!' 'She's so eloquent!' 'She's a filthy whore!' 'But she's made so much progress~' 'She left her entire family to burn alive in a house fire.' 'She's better now! Just look at her! She's miles- no- worlds away from what she had been!' 'Which is still NOWHERE NEAR FAR ENOUGH! I forbid myself to be made a fool! Not again. It hurts to much. "No, Rachelle, it's not that at all..." He took the women by her shoulders, and stopped her from walking any farther. He was standing in front of her, demanding her attention, and he was going to straighten everything out. Because it would be nothing but a distraction... For the both of them if this continued... "Listen, There are many men, who are looking for a women like you. Just as you are, as you were, and as you shall be... But- because I am.." Elliot didn't want to muddle the poor girl's head with things that didn't matter- especially things that weren't her concern.... Elliot sweetly moved his hand to rest against Rachelle's cheek. She was so much more beautiful up close. "I am a man... That happens to be your doctor, I cannot be any thing else..." There was another soft smile that quickly formed after those words. As if to say, he was okay with that, and so she should be to. But actually- the argument was still going on. And the one side in him kept calling him a liar. Nothing but a damn liar! Because he was so frightened of what she'd do. Of what he'd find if Rachelle ever began to falter...
Dr. Elliot Austin Dennis Haste II
Head Doctor |||| 
Neurologist, Sociology, Etiquette, and Behavioral Sciences.

21 November 2013, 02:23 PM   #10
Joined: 20 Feb 2013
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Rachelle slowly and carefully took in each word he spoke to her, the longing and sorrow in her eyes more apparent with each syllable. This man had understood her in her worst of times but now -- now, he was pushing her away. Just like her husband had done. Just like she with her children. Still, he didn't know what really happened that day and if he had, she knew he would only despise her more. A hand raises, falls, flows with the beat of the song as a breathe leaves stained lips. A smile, crooked, vicious, with a laugh all of her own, flowing like poison. He can watch, helpless as she dances away, bouquets of flowers covering her tracks. She's not hard to find, but she has a way of making you feel deflated, like a freshly popped balloon. Her eyes cold, judging, even if her smile once held something once warm, it is frozen to the touch now. Besmirched, unholy, like a demon with powers that outlive their mortal counterparts. A pulse that beats frantic, echoing a once human cage. The rhythm is soft, gentle, like a lover's caress - and then the speed dances it's way into your brain and you're drifting aimlessly, apathetic, carefree. After so many years of struggling, Rachelle was no longer a real girl. She couldn't bear the sight of her hands - they were so black - but they were so tender on the neck, and his fingers so soft on her dead cheek, and she knew she should not feel sympathy for this killer, but she did. Who among them, after all, had clean hands? "Oh Doctor, if only we hadn't been born in different times and different worlds, I wouldn't sit in wait across the vast seas. If only I could lay in your arms and listen to you read poetry as you whisper my name, maybe I could feel fulfilled. If only my here and now were then and there, maybe I would know what real passion is. If only I could touch your sun kissed skin next to mine, perhaps I would not feel this longing. If only this forsaken love forsaken by time and distance could be brought to life, then I could know the meaning of mine. If only I could taste your lips and forever be quenched, my lips could speak your name. Oh Doctor, as mysterious as a nymph singing your mer-song - just as beautiful, just as bewitching, just as forbidden. You're ever elusive, ethereal, shy and guarded, safe within your secret world: always just out of sight - just out of reach - to mere mortals such as I. Ungraspable, free and forbidden - you are a muse now, capturing, enchanting my mortal heart- banishing my soul to wander the desolate lands between your world and mine. You're my muse now Doctor, because that is all I can have of you."
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."

22 November 2013, 01:10 PM   #11
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The side that the Good doctor wanted to be on, he wasn't on. And the side that should've been winning, was not winning. And it was all causing quiet a ruckus in Elliot's head. So much so he could barely follow either side and what they were saying. In Elliot's head, everything became clouded and extremely loud. Elliot wanted it to end. Very soon. Right now. He needed a drink. Another, and another, until it killed him. Or at the very least knocked him into another day where all these matters were settled. Where in the next day, he could look at Rachelle and not feel anything- not have to lie so keenly to her. Ever. He wanted to wake up and have none of these feelings ever again. This feeling of want, and concept of logic to go against it. Elliot just needed to be alone, with a few more hours of wine, and he knew he'd be at that place. 'You're my muse now Doctor, because that is all I can have of you.' It was the most sincere thing Elliot had ever heard from Rachelle, and it was perhaps the most poetic thing he'd ever heard from a lady. You could tell in the doctor's pale blue eyes, they were thoroughly surprised. Surely the those assortment of verses from this women, deserved a reward... Progress like this was monumental to a lady's recovery. "Rachelle.." Her lips said just what needed to be, in order to stop the carnage in Elliot's head. Elliot wanted her tongue to keep speaking so fluently, always about her desires, and in pleasured metaphors. Haste needed to know- how far inside these words truly were, how deep Rachelle truly felt for this. Because Elliot couldn't depend on just pretty syllables to build his confidence anymore. He peered into the girl's eyes, and held up her chin gently against his gloved fingers. Elliot kissed her then. Gently glazing her lips apart with his own, and pressing his other hand into her back to bring the women closer to him. Everything seemed to melt away, and Elliot closed his eyes- daring not to look. Then, it began to rain.
Dr. Elliot Austin Dennis Haste II
Head Doctor |||| 
Neurologist, Sociology, Etiquette, and Behavioral Sciences.

29 November 2013, 10:37 PM   #12
Joined: 20 Feb 2013
Posts: 244
Rachelle wanted to scream at the doctor -- she wanted to yell at him and to tell him how foolish he was for leading her on and, and -- But she couldn't, because in that moment he had taken her by surprise and done the unthinkable. When his hands brushed against her face she fell silent, but she still hadn't expected the doctor to feel so gentle against her lips, nor the softest trickle of rain that began to fall. She placed her hands against the doctor's chest, pulling away for only a moment. "Doctor, it's raining..." Her tone had changed, making her seem so much more vulnerable than she had been moments before.
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 November 2013, 08:50 PM   #13
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Elliot hadn't even slightly cared to stop this. At least not yet. Because he still needed answers. Although Rachelle was telling him all that he wanted to hear, Elliot was hesitant to believe it. It all felt rather strange to him. But at the same time, there were less headaches when he was with her... It was a bit less.. Stressful even. Just a little bit more relaxing too. Sure, Elliot couldn't follow much of how or why he felt this way, but he was content with simply feeling it. Relaxed. "Hm? Are you becoming shy in the rain, Ms.Asmosia?" Elliot had a playful smirk on his lips. Which wasn't much like him- teasing a maiden that wasn't his sister. "Or perhaps you're finally finding some modesty?" Elliot began to take off his navy blue jacket, "It's alright... I.." Elliot paused- looking thoughtful as peered into Rachelle's translucent eyes, and dampened dark hair. "I hope so, a women like yourself will only get hurt if you keep speaking so frankly. Eloquent as you are, it's almost always more appropriate to be silent." All these ideas about love, and worth weren't for a women to wonder about. Whom they married was not for love, but primarily stability. Elliot took his jacket and slung it around Rachelle's form, then he hung it off the top of her head. Elliot's jacket hanged off Rachelle, and kept her from getting wet, which was good because more clouds were starting to form. "I should get you back to the castle my dear..." It's getting late, and each minute Elliot was out with her, was another hour to catch up on work. Elliot held out his hand for Rachelle to take. His pale blue eyes were thick and cloudy, as if wanting to say something else.
Dr. Elliot Austin Dennis Haste II
Head Doctor |||| 
Neurologist, Sociology, Etiquette, and Behavioral Sciences.

30 November 2013, 09:54 PM   #14
Joined: 20 Feb 2013
Posts: 244
"I don't want to go, Doctor. I'd really rather not. The cells are damp and dreary and my bed just doesn't feel right," Not without another to accompany her in it, anyways. She took the doctors' hand into her own and smiled, her lips pursed slightly with the chill of the rain. "Oh, might I please stay with you tonight? It's not just the rooms but, the nightmares. I get so frightened when I wake up alone in the dark, dripping cell by myself." They hadn't trusted anybody to be sane enough -- or insane enough -- to room with Rachelle so she'd been given a room of her own. "Oh, please! I promise I will behave."
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."

1 December 2013, 09:28 PM    #15
Joined: 9 Apr 2013
Posts: 235
Rachelle was right. This fortress appeared to be a castle on the outside. But the very aspects within it were contrary. It was dark, and filthy. Horrid and provoking. Haste could do nothing about any of it. He was just the doctor after all, not the architect or owner of the building. The garden was a meager request that Elliot only had permission to create because that plot of land wasn't being used for anything anyway. As the rain tapped against his skin- completely unprotected -Elliot held a simplistic smile. All the while, thinking how absurd it would be if he actually allowed Rachelle to stay the night with him. Was the broad insane? Was he? He must've been coming down with something gruesome because... Because... He was actually considering it. Actually the male was far past considerations. "I suppose you can stay the night with me. If you're that frightened by those troublesome visions... perhaps Its for the best that i observe you..?" As Elliot spoke, the finally reached the main entrance again. Elliot stood there for a moment. He ran a hand through his hair, bringing his bangs back from his concerned facade. At the door was a deck that covered the couple from the heavy rain. "But promise me you shall be very quiet. I still have many things to do. And little time." Elliot took both of the girls hands between his own. Rachelle was having nightmares, and so was Elliot. In fact the man neglected to sleep anymore then an hour or so for the last three weeks. His dreams simply were to much fuel for his paranoia and stress. So the doctor simply decided against it. Fought it anyway he could. Drinking certainly helped. Tonight, he hadn't planned on sleeping anyway. Between work and Rachelle he was confident that he wouldn't have the time to even blink now. Which was perfect. Perfect.
Dr. Elliot Austin Dennis Haste II
Head Doctor |||| 
Neurologist, Sociology, Etiquette, and Behavioral Sciences.


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