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27 June 2016, 06:40 PM   #1
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Last edited by ‹ㅑJïNxㅜㅇNㅕ›, 12 November 2016
The Office of the newly employed doctor: Dr. Elijah Moran. Also, he was just slipped a note under his door. The Note was congratulatory, for it was finally announced~ Dr. Elijah Moran General Medical Practicioner & Psychologist Assistant to the Head Doctor
Cheers mate. Cheers.
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

1 July 2016, 08:09 AM   #2
Joined: 20 Jun 2016
Posts: 99
"It was Three days before any patients would be arriving for their intake evaluations. And Haste was feeling rather, unprepared. Nothing was done. Frankly, the only things which were finished was the order slips for the wine. Cases of them. All chalked on ships by decree of Haste's alcoholism and pride. They should be arriving shortly. Within the next day or two. Snuggly before any of the real work should begin, or any of the new dolls arrive. But until either arrived, Elliot was determined to procrastinate.
How is a man to work without a drink to look forward to later? And how was a good day's work suppose to be done without a man to do it? The wine was pivotal to all this and more. Because if there was no wine, what would Elliot have to look forward to at the end of the day? Why, he might as well justkill himself now. Plainly, the thought mustered tinges of humor within the doctor. Killing himself would be just as much hell to do, as going without the wine in the first place. For what would happen to this place without him? What would happen to him without this place? Elliot took in a long fresh breathe of the new paint, and newer stone that lined the walls. Charming. ~~~~ Elliot stood in front of nurse, with stacks of papers firmly at his waist. The young uniformed miss had shyly waved for his attention. "What's the problem?" Elliot quickly asked, thinking that there must be. Usually the nurses barely met his eyes unless there was aproblem. "Um, no, er nothing...it's nothing of the such... At least i don't think.. " The young lady went on to explain, "There is a well dressed gentlemen waiting for you in the foyer. He's inquiring about a.. ah-um- job here." Oh really? Elliot's brow perked and he leaned closer to study the girl's face. "Apologies- I must've miss heard you- did you just say he's inquiring about a position? here?" The nurses eyes sheepishly flinted everywhere but to Elliot. She began to blush an immense crimson. Then the girl's shoulders raised as she shook her head. "I- actually- mistook him for you, Head doctor. But then- when i found that he wasn't you- he asked me to fetch someone he could talk to about a position. He's out in the foyer. He-He.. uh, Gave me his name... Doctor Elijah Moran." Elliot smiled. This was almost better then the wine arriving. And just perhaps- it would grow to become even better. ~~ Well there he was, in the foyer, like the nurse promised him. Smashing. Elliot looked well this morning, fully awake and ready to oblige the other. Elliot was curious, he half expected there to be no one here... He half expected it to be all a fantasy. "Dr. Moran?" Elliot suddenly appeared from behind the gentlemen, he was dressed impeccably, and Elliot spoke smoothly with a British tongue. And his tone was coy. "I'm the Head Doctor at St. Helga's. Dr. Elliot Austin Dennis Haste. Welcome." Elliot paused, "I hope you can, Forgive me- You do know this is an Asylum, correct?" What's a finely dressed Polly like you doing here? For a job no less?
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

3 July 2016, 08:34 AM   #3
Joined: 23 Jun 2016
Posts: 13
St. Helga's Asylum. The words repeated over and over in Elijah’s head until they felt foreign, the negative connotation behind them eventually decaying in meaning. Lately, they were three words that the doctor had on his mind, but diluting it’s negatives was his secret to not letting it gain power over him. Lilith was his sister, and the last thing he wanted to contemplate about was her “incarceration”. Shame. The entire morning had been a blur, but Moran blamed it on the ghostly retrograde. It had crept over the city like spider’s silk, but the fog was neither unusual or untimely. The pale mist pressed itself like a muffling paw over the countryside, suffocating Eli with nausea along with it. Without any notion of time, the doctor found himself at the stone steps of the Asylum, examining the craftsmanship of the main building. He had almost forgotten how he arrived or why, as his mental was occupied with highly exaggerated expectations of linen girls half hanging from the windows, screaming like banshees. His thought process what interrupted. “Head docto- oh” a soft Lilly voice crept into Elijah’s attention, a startled abruptness provoked by the turn of his head. She bowed quickly in apology. “Please forgive my mistake sir, I had thought you someone el-” The rise of his left palm stopped her back-peddling, which was more of an annoyance than it was an explanation. “Whom would I need to speak with if I'm inquiring about a position?” Moran looked directly at her; a contained, enigmatic stare, like the gaze of a cat crouched in long grass. The nurse was startled by the sudden coldness but retraced her mind to find him an answer. “All requests go through our head doctor, Doctor Elliot Haste. You would need to speak with him about such a request.” “Could you take me to him?” “Indeed Sir, right this way.” After moving through the halls in a silent fashion, the nurse brought him to a soulless foyer. She told him to stay there while she fetched the doctor and all he could do was oblige. Before heading off, she simply requested his name. “Doctor Elijah Moran” His nose slightly recoiling up by the time it reach the end of his tongue. She took her leave and disappeared behind the oakwood doors. Elijah stood there for a moment and rolled the surname Haste around his mouth. Why had it sounded so familiar yet it was on the tip of his tongue. Doctor Elliot Haste.. Elliot Haste… Hast- "Dr. Moran?" The deep English drall snapped Elijah back into reality. "I hope you can, Forgive me- You do know this is an Asylum, correct?" The name... Moran turned on his heels with the expectancy of the young lad he once remembered, but was disappointed at the rough man behind him. But the face was stamp that sealed the letter. Despite this, this was a professional encounter, and Moran wouldn’t let their past relations tarnish his need of application. He waited long enough to answer the question. “Simple awareness is far beyond what I’ve collected of this place. I am no fool, if that is what you are implying.” The same bleak simplification returning from earlier, with new splash of regret. “I do not intent to be harsh, or imprudent, I do apologize.” He turned his his entire body to face his old comrade, lifting his palm to signify a foreign handshake. “I’m Doctor Elijah H. Moran, pleasure to meet your acquaintance.” ((Holy FACK, sorry about the blindness you will suffer from this…. Sorry for also taking so long //sobs
Elijah Moran ☤ General Practitioner ☤ 37 "Carry on."

3 July 2016, 10:32 AM   #4
Joined: 20 Jun 2016
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Elliot couldn't even imagine what this chap did to make his mind made up to work here. Or perhaps he had no where else? Absolutely nowhere. Was the gent branded? Perhaps he had killed another man in spite? Now he was making a new career for himself and wanted to work somewhere hidden. Somewhere thankless... Somewhere far from the public spotlight and attraction? Why else would this upstanding gentlemen decide to inquire here, rather than any other London hospital? R how well scheduled Moran's visit was. For now his Elliot's expression was content as the idea of wine arouse. He could now drink in light of another. How grand. And yes, Elliot, perhaps, should've gave it more thought- But why? Elliot couldn't bring himself to care. For if there was hell waiting around the corner, then so be it. "Heh- Don't apologize. You're hired." Elliot held a warm smile to him. His blue eyes looked delighted. "Fool or no, you have swayed me." Elliot shook the other male's hand. Imparting a sign of good will towards the other. Elliot was so relieved- now that he hired a new employee! All by himself. Sober- mind you. Now There might be some actual work done around here. Work in regards to organizing the washed out stacks of records, upon his desk. Not to mention the countless other things which Elliot didn't have the heart for unless inebriated. It certainly seemedrash for Elliot to hire a stranger so quickly. Although, there wasn't much of a checklist to be honest. Elliot hadn't made one yet- Another thing to be done.- for hiring. Frankly, let the church conduct the background checks. Because Elliot had not a singlecare for it. Elliot liked what he saw in the other doctor. So he took it. Besides, it wasn't all thoughtless impulse. All Elliot really needed to know is= if this man was able bodied and of a rational mind. Those were the only two qualifications. Moran passed. Congrats. "Congrats." Elliot would rather hire a complete stranger now, then drool over any kind of literature he needed to inspect. Including any and all applications, references, certificates of authorization, and the like. Quite honestly, Elliot would rather turn himself ablaze and be damned, then willingly add a single page to his stacks of responsibilities. Damned. "Keep your entitlements too." Please. Elliot wouldn't have it. Holding up a stark white glove, bluntly signaling for Mr. Moran keep whatever documents he prepared in his briefcase. "i'm sure your gravelyover-qualified, Elijah." And then, Elliot sighed, as if slightly bothered... Elliot remembered- He couldn't just do whatever the hell he wanted anymore. He would need to send the Church something of a report. 'Oh damnit', he'd need to write that report too, wouldn't he? kjfdvgkjdfkserd Elliot hadn't thought any of this through. Elliot tiresomely cursed under his breathe, "Damnit." Elliot's eyes left the other to gander at the floor. Wishing there was a way to combust. "I suppose for formalities you can tell me something about yourself." The urge to be set ablaze subsided. Elliot's blue eyes returned to the other male. "Follow me, we'll talk in your new office." There was quite a nice set of chairs in the office down the hall. It was an unused space for right now, and something had to be done with it, so right now it was used a A cozy nook for meetings. And also where Elliot read. A study if you will. Elliot started down the hall, beckoning the other to follow him. "Keep steady with me, Moran. I can't have you getting lost. And the nurses are very wary of you. They will most certainly be.. curious for your attention." Elliot glanced to his side, there was a small smile on his lips, as if to apologize in advance if either were to happen. ooc: Elliot wouldn't remember Elijah just on the name Elijah alone. Umm? I'm thinking he'd need his memory jogged or for him to mention his sister.
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

4 July 2016, 11:59 PM   #5
Joined: 23 Jun 2016
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Last edited by mahmahmah, 5 July 2016
Moran curled his brow at with vacant shock; but reassured himself of Haste’s character. Much had changed, yet much hadn’t. "I suppose for formalities you can tell me something about yourself." Elijah boiled over what to say and what to keep under the rug. The Head Doctor had yet to distinguish their relations, and Elijah supposed it was better that way. Their family hadn’t separated on the best of terms, but he wouldn’t let that tarnish his possible application. Than again, if Haste were to find out on his own, Eli couldn’t imagine what may follow. What may not only happen to him, but repercussions. Despite the prickling that went along his nerves like a trembling warning, he would let his heart carry the lead on this one.. “I attended the Dublin School of Medicine and graduated with degrees in both Internal Medicine and Psychology. I then opened my own practice in Manchester but closed it’s doors due to distaste.” If Moran’s gnomic tautness wasn’t stark as exposed bone, it surely was now. “Then my next venture was to look for something that was a little more relevant to my experience. St. Helga's was certainly not the first to appear but one that surely made the best mark.” Moran mentally took note of each corner they turned, each lingering eye that followed. The idea of an office to himself was splendid, and came to him much a surprise as was his near instant hire. He kept his mind half-occupied with solving a puzzle he didn’t have all the pieces for. “A challenge, new environment, new practices. This hospital would provide me with more of what I seek and I’m confident I could do the same for her.” He stopped along with Haste, concluding his statement: “If you wanted a more lengthy answer as to why I applied, there isn’t much of one. I can manage a longer tongue in handwriting if you prefer a more proper statement.” ooc: //rolls away my brain couldn't come up with a longer one-- my apologies rp senpaiii
Elijah Moran ☤ General Practitioner ☤ 37 "Carry on."

5 July 2016, 03:51 AM   #6
Joined: 20 Jun 2016
Posts: 99
"Dublin?" Elliot asked curiously. There was an especially charming taste upon the word, for there - of all places - has a fulfilling whiskey brand he adores. And for that reason, Elliot assumed there would be no problem with Moran's taste for alcohol. That's all a good Irish man did. Beer and Barter. But besides that, Moran mentioned a great university. Dublin's University of Medicine. With that name came the taste of luxury~ But from where? Dublin was a wealthy man's school. But the name Moran didn't ring a bell. He would know- should know- at the very least- this man's family. For, Haste's family knew every other wealthy man's family. They had affairs with everyone. Maybe Mr. Moran was a foreigner? Elliot listened to the other gladly, even though, in the back of his head he struggled with placing a memory to the name. Moran. Moran... Moran... Elijah. Elijah H. Moran. It wasn't doing anything to say his name over and over again. Usually that's all Elliot needed to do and he'd know. He'd know. Then the other mentioned he had an established business in Manchester. Manchester. Elliot thought. He had another sister there too. Ophelia. And then there was a city there which Elliot's family held rights too. Stockport. Stockport was a city where two majors rivers came together. The Goyt river and then the Tame river. The pairs of water fed the Mersey. Which Elliot also knew because Elliot's family were sea people. They knew every major body of water. Because they sailed ships to them day and night. Mersey was an important part of that. Elliot's mind checkered in confusion, Moran. Elijah Moran. Elijah. Elijah H. Moran of Manchester. Moran. Manchester. Manchester. Moran Elliots studying eyes fell back to Mr. Moran. The doctor continued to speak with a stiff chinned voice - or lacked to mention what he meant by 'distaste.' Nor did he go into detail about what those past 'experiences' were. Something wasn't right. The other doctor had prepared a faithful answer: A challenge, new environment, new practices. This hospital would provide me with more of what I seek and I’m confident I could do the same for her.... .... If you wanted a more lengthy answer as to why I applied, there isn’t much of one. I can manage a longer tongue in handwriting if you prefer a more proper statement. Did this mean Elliot wouldn't need to physically write something himself? If Elliot could save himself from the affliction he would. But would the church allow it? Finally they came upon a door, as Elliot turned a brass key inside the metal knob. "I can't place your name, Elijah." Elliot opened the door and stepped inside. He motioned for the gentlemen to follow him and settle in one of the chairs. "You do have noble-blood?" That wasn't a question. "For you can't be managing this well- if not for a good name.." There was malice behind it. Elliot held a sharp eye. Very sharp. Elliot was proposing that the other wasn't being completely truthful. No- infact- Elliot was telling him so. "I'd prefer you to be honest with me." Elliot leaned up against the desk which firmly stood in the middle of the room. "For This isn't a hospital, mind you- It's a mad house." Very mad. "And madness... Is all this place can offer." Elliot crossed his arms. Then his eyes held darts and needles, Elliot's expression turned cold, "I can assure you."
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

9 July 2016, 08:27 PM   #7
Joined: 23 Jun 2016
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Last edited by mahmahmah, 9 July 2016
Why did it have to be him. Out of all the Blue bloods you could have sent, why must your magnificent vagueness decide upon him? Was this some sort of sick jest? Only to play at Moran's heart strings until they were no longer worth the sound. Or did fate enjoy seeing the actions of a weak man decide his own outcome. The reunion took a few minutes to set in, but a one-sided realization lacked the rejoicing one would normally have. 'Elliot' The doctor spoke with a breathless incoherence; knowing speaking so low would only come out to murmurs for the other party. He already dug his heels into the sand, why bother sinking any lower? He'd eventually be caught in his web, no longer hiding among the endless words like a man standing upon the treetops. He had no shame in his reasons, nor would he let himself keep such secrets locked behind closed lips. He was a truthful man, an intelligent one, but this time had changed him. Why? Was it Haste? Was it Lilith? Fear? Love? No matter what it was, it was foreign. Something he couldn't control unless he wrestle the bull he'd fallen off of and pulled it back by its reins. Moran stood there for a moment as these thoughts bounced around his cranium at light speeds. He knew he had to speak up eventually. "I'd prefer you to be honest with me." In all truth, Elijah hadn't spoken a single lie. Granted, it wasn't the full truth but that didn't make him a liar. He did go to school and open his own practice, his name was legally Moran. However, each divot between the truth spilled a black knowledge that all came with a name, the name he threw away years ago. "You're right. Moran doesn't sit on high grounds for it consist of professors and scholars. I will admit the name was not one I was born with, for the other one sits ill in the public eye." Tarnished by insanity. He knew that a word so easily spoken can bring back memories tucked away. All that rose from the ashes was puppy dogs and sugar canes Elijah hid for his humanity. The innocence of love that curled in the pits of his stomach as it burned within the acid. Moran neither felt anger or deceit, but the feeling of murderous guilt ate away at his unconscious joy, as it usually did. Was this even the same Haste? He was certainly the vessel, but the charm that innocently bedded under his eyes were now sharp daggers modded by time. Elijah wasn't the least bit surprised for I'm sure he looked the same, if not worse.. The blur in his gaze gave Moran a sickening feeling, along with a false sense of security. But watching a man you saw with heaven eyes only stare at you with judgement, burns something harshly in a man's soul. Elijah had for many years taught himself the affection for another does not focus on saving the human drowning within it, it aims at its own completeness, alive or not. The title ate away at his tongue and under quick rules, he would have to spit it or swallow. This would decide his fate. "Does the name Blackwell still tend to circulate?" How distant of a memory am I, Elliot?
Elijah Moran ☤ General Practitioner ☤ 37 "Carry on."

9 July 2016, 10:51 PM   #8
Joined: 20 Jun 2016
Posts: 99
"Pardon?" The other had mumbled something indistinctly to the air. Yet, through the air it didn't carry. Elliot raised a brow, noticing how Dr.Moran's expression changed from dry to remote. Like a deer caught in headlights. Bloody hell, what was this? An opera show? Elliot was starting to become rather fed up with the silence. If Moran needed more time to develop his lies, than certainly, but for Elliot it was a waste of his time. And then finally, the press yielded good wine, "You're right. Moran doesn't sit on high grounds for it consist of professors and scholars. ... I will admit the name was not one I was born with, ... for the other one sits ill in the public eye." Ill? How Ill? The Mental digging of Moran's origin became feverish. They were Scholars. Well-learned. Educated- Professors. Wealthy. Dublin University. Moran. Elijah. Moran. And the former name has a bad reputation now... Elliot began to recount,
Let's see.. There was the Curts, ... Pierces, ... Lumbermen, .. Choires, ... Yulles,... Everdeens, and Cockmens... Weskers... The Isles... Xaviars... Glucktons.. ... Pennysworth... Jackhammers... Odentons... Pickertons... Elliot closed his eyes thoughtfully. The Dovers had a slew of unwed daughters who've slept with almost every poor man in London in order to erase her father's debt, The Whithams gambled their fortunes away, and to this day are all beggers... Which was common, LilThoms, Mcgrudey, Dogwoods, and Timgree also were gambling fools. The Dukes had only just fell into bankruptcy this past year... Every single ounce of the Halford's estate was for sale now, As well as the Wellers, Milfords, Daltons, and McAdams... The Collingwoods were so shamed by their only heir- Jefferson - they fled to the Americas- Dullands, Alder, Locks, Kendells, Attwood, Parmills, and Finns did the very same thing due to their sons or uncles. The London chords mentioned how the Platts and Crawly were convicted of numerous accounts of fraud and bribery. They especially had no safe heaven to flee their guilt... Peterson, James, Crooks, Begglies, and Doodertons were all sharing a failed banking business...
Elliot quietly seeved through his mind... Thinking, Whom else was there living in utter disgrace? "Blackwells." "Damnit, Elijah." Elliot exhaled, cursing again, "Damnit." He wouldn't have guessed the rusted over pipe was Blackwell in a million years. He was still going through the list of families who were shamed in the past two years or so. Not almost a decade ago. Bloody hell. And the paper work. Oh God, the paper work. Elliot ran a hand through his hair, and adverted his eyes. As if wanting to take a mental break from this entire situation. But now that the horse was out of the stable, their was surely no way of putting it back. Elliot's shoulders slid down painfully. Elliot's mind was quickly nudging for a drink. A hard cider or something distilled. Like Whiskey. Elliot's face peered longingly out the window, he hands felt so unsteady. And so were all his thoughts. Where should Elliot begin? "Elijah.." Elliot forced a smile, but it broke a apart just as it took form. "I... " Elliot shook his head, holding his temple between his fingers. The headache was growing- and demanded there be wine. Today. Right now. This instant. "Forgive me... Dr. Blackwell... " "I..." Out with it. "You're a long way from home."
I'm so glad your doing well. And i'm happy to see your on your own. I hoped to have seen you in passing one day, and this is completely unbeffiting job for you. The likes of you. You ought to go back to Manchester. Re-establish your clinic, and building up your reputation. Then, marry. And be merry.
"And I Would rather you..." Elliot's lips pursed apart, they were struggling to form words. His eyes became sympathetic, aiding his apology, "...I'm sorry." "Truly." "Truly... Sorry.." "It's nice to see you again. I'm glad you're well. Truly. But, you know this isn't a hospital. And not the kind you're familiar with." Elliot blinked. There before him, was a little boy in his chair. One that had shiny leather shoes, wore a Boy's Academy uniform, and was scared of spiders. He liked bubblegum, shot darts, and held his hand while they walked the London main. And yet he didn't know how to whistle, and couldn't say anything without turning three shades of crimson... Like a cherry. "And hence you're better off going back the way you came." "I'd be happy to write a recommendation for you. Or even appear, in person before a court. But... do not ask me to employ you, here..." Elliot smiled at the boy he saw, forgetting it was a distortion. Elliot's voice spoke warmly, "You were always so cute- and you have a wife to find. Working here will certainly ruin both those things. " Elliot blinked. Now the little boy was gone. "Forgive me, I'm becoming nostalgic..." "You're no fool, Eli, so Why work here? You owe me nothing.. And more-over there is little i can offer you."
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

10 July 2016, 01:08 AM   #9
Joined: 23 Jun 2016
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Last edited by mahmahmah, 10 July 2016
Moran’s heart sank as much as it did flutter while the morning heat mellowed his virtue. Was it Haste’s words that brought upon such half-hearted excitement or was fear that hid in sheep’s clothing. No matter what is was, Elijah eye’s softened, almost dimming with a child-like expectancy of anger. What boiled in him? Could he only remember the rotten memories? Haste posture, the bend of his knees, the distance in his contemplation, sent only but questionable thoughts into Moran’s. If only for a moment, it felt as if the two reverted back to children. The same cloudy connection that ripped them from reality for only an afternoon at a time. Their thin, spindly legs dangling above the mossy pond with only the bridge to keep them dry. Laughter that would carry off into the wind, secrets that would drown in the water below them. But as quick as the facade arrived, the feeling of hope scampered off moments later. Elijah questioned why time made everything so difficult to say, why every word choked back into his throat. Moran couldn’t help but compare to a stiff, frail stem trying to support the burden of a sunflower blossom. “I’d given up on my own ending.” The words came out as naturally as the black locks upon his head. As if those words were something he acknowledged years in advance, almost born into his very fabric. “I am neither here for you or myself. I’m here for her- I’m here for Lilith.” Rummaging in his breast pocket, Moran pulls out a folded parchment which had seen better days. Slightly shaking in the palm, he gently unfolded the paper and handed it to his old friend. “A few months ago, I received a transfer letter from Clara's Home, saying she will be brought here to St. Helga's. She was finally cleared by the staff, so she should be arriving here any day.” “You said you had little to offer, but that’s far from the truth. I ask you to see past my family’s status and allow me to work beside you. I can help these girls, I can help Lilith.” Moran’s words spoke out of memory, out of instant, out of wish- A desperate plea that felt irregular and weak. He had only felt such a rush as a boy in the corner of his room, curled in a ball so no one could hear. He had to be strong, he had to build walls. He stepped back to regain some form of unmarked territory, his eyes robbed of its charm and reciprocity. “I understand your concerns about reputation. What would the people say about employing a Blackwell.” His lip curled in distaste at the mention of it. “To your advantage, I’ve been unattached from it for years. I plan to do the same for Lilith. I want to restore her good name.” His voice no longer overstrained by false spirits, but softened, saddened, and subdued by bodily exhaustion. “Could you help an old friend?” A brother. //dies a thousand times over
Elijah Moran ☤ General Practitioner ☤ 37 "Carry on."

10 July 2016, 02:12 AM   #10
Joined: 20 Jun 2016
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Last edited by ‹ㅑJïNxㅜㅇNㅕ›, 16 July 2016
'She should be arriving here any day.' Lillian~? Wouldn't she cause conflict within these frail walls and vexed tumblings between Elliot's mind. Of course she would. Elliot read over the transfer Dr. Blackwell provided.
On all accounts our efforts to cure Ms. Blackwell has done very little. Ms. Blackwell has the tendency to lash out and become uncontrollable. However, in these last 3 months her mood and temper have been stable. We believe, in good faith, that Ms. Blackwell would be better cared for at St. Helga's. In order of the special care and and expertise. Ms. Blackwell shall be arriving by carriage within the week of xxx. Please also accept the case of patient files that record her progress. Best regards, Notify us if the transferred patient does not reach your facility by the date of xxx. Sincerely, St. Clara's Home Head Doctor and Psychiatrist.
Fuckme. Elliot felt like his chest was becoming nothing but a puzzle of knots and daggers. He couldn't breathe let alone convey how shredded his motivation was. He literally.. Could not... imagine.. The paperwork. It was to exhausting. The good doctor was too exhausted. And then, on the other hand, was this tiresome little boy at his feet. This unyielding memory of a tiny boy in sailor shorts and tussled hair. And he loved cotton candy. It was frankly, all within Elijah's eyes. The sky blue that peered at him... Expecting a treat. Similar to the grade school child, waiting for his older brother to take him to the circus. For the fourth time that month. Elliot smiled, and couldn't separate the memory. Even back then, Elijah asked him for expensive things, which Elliot just could not say no to. "Elijah-" Elliot held up his hand, as if to halt the other from spilling more seductions. Elliot hadn't the heart to oppose. He was simply too tired to argue the point. No- it wasn't fatigue... Pity. Elliot's eyes were full of pity. It was the very least he could do. At the very least... Elliot could grant this one wish. For Lillith. "Why, You're still just impossible." Elliot relaxed his shoulders, smiling, half lidded eyes danced smoothly in thought- "Blackwell or no, perhaps you can be useful... I do need a... Jockey to order my papers." "Not to mention, with your sister's arrival, i'm sure she'd welcome a familiar face. Maybe... She'd even appreciate the support...?" Elliot began to sound rather shy, his eyes flickered with the thoughts of Lillian at his waste again. Or- even- "You've done well to persuade me... But don't ask me for any other stupid thing, Alright?" There was alot of good intention in those words, but the still sounded rather demeaning. "You'll work as my assistant, and i'll be damned if you coerce me into one more thing." Elliot crossed his arms, defeated, and looking a tad bitter about giving into such a thing. Such a thing he knew would only blow up in his face. What a catastrophe.
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

16 July 2016, 08:12 PM   #11
Joined: 23 Jun 2016
Posts: 13
"I-" Moran's soul lit up with the colours of every spectrum and a halo of romance swirled within his stomach. He couldn't tell which sliver of compromise had made him truly joyous; all had been composed of so many compact pieces, like a portrait in mosaic that doesn't read as a face until you stand back to examine its full glory. However, if there was one thing the doctor was good at, it was hiding his feelings behind a glance of sublime elegance. He stood there with an expression of relief and underlining appreciation, almost a bit dumbfounded. Everything moved so quickly, so unexpectedly. "Thank you Dr. Haste-" Stay Professional. "I'll do whatever you ask, so long as you desire it." Stay Respectable. As those words slip from between his lips, he felt as if he finished selling his soul to a demon with undecided intentions. No matter the price, what he got in return was much more then he was originally set out to take. His heart whirled like a turbine, suddenly coming upon happiness as if he'd discovered butterfly in the winter woods. But most importantly, where did Moran sit within Haste's heartstrings? They were now grown men, strapping the difficulties of life like their fathers did once before them. No longer did Eli felt the urge to grasp at the boy's palm and tug him through the town square of vendors. It was as if his idolized memory of Haste shattered at the creases and wrinkles of his skin. Everything about him seemed rough, forced, like a grave robber scrapping by for their next meal. From this point on, they would only build a professional environment of medical degrees and overdue paperwork. Where was the Elliot he knew before? "I won't disappoint you."
Elijah Moran ☤ General Practitioner ☤ 37 "Carry on."

16 July 2016, 10:52 PM   #12
Joined: 20 Jun 2016
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"Thank you Dr. Haste-" Tip toe. Tip toe. Tip toe. Elliot didn't much care for being called doctor. It felt like a shameful sin to ignore their past... And for what? For the sake of formalities? But Elijah knew him much beyond formal company. even still- - Elijah chose not to mingle with it. "Your welcome, Dr. Blackwell." Elliot feigned Tip toe. Tip toe. Tip. toe. "I won't disappoint you." Tip. Toe. Tip toe.. Crack. Elliot winced. Something begged his attention, like a shattered dish. Notice me, it whispered. "Disappoint me?" Elliot repeated, his expression bewildered. Baffled. Elliot couldn't- wouldn't- shall not- allow the other to make up such wild claims. "Believe me, you've already far exceeded my expectations." Elliot motioned with hands, to the ceiling and then beyond. To have Elijah- sitting before him- this was a miracle of sorts. "I heard the most horrific rumors circling about you. People claimed you were psychotic. In fact, to plainly see you... Is.." Elliot let out a relieving sigh, "is a blessing. I thought you were- -" Dead. Suddenly, the air seemed breathable. It was ... Nice. To speak so honestly... "The very fact you aren't- - in prison or in the grave is truly remarkable." Truly. The doctor before Him was almost to good to be true.... After what had happened to his sister- Elliot could only manage to think the worse of diseases had overpowered the other. It would've been a shame too. If any of the rumors were true; That Elijah committed suicide or drowned in a mad-house like his sister. Either went crazy or fell to his death off the London bridge... "And if there is such a time where you go off and ruin something. I would never hate you. Please, Do not hesitate to tell me- We shall drink to it~ And I'll forget it even ever occurred." Elliot was certain. Smile. He didn't like to remember distasteful things. Elliot knew it was useless to try, but he still drank to depress the memories. Along with numbing his vocal chords, the wine did strengthen his moral. "My job is a dreadful burden." Elliot's mind instantly disconnected from the topic. He was already overwhelmingly clear on how dreadfully he hated working here. How dreadfully he hated himself. How utterly dreadful Elijah must hate him.. "I want you to never feel it like i do." Elliot was far from perfect when preforming his own duties. In fact, Elliot couldn't list any good qualities he had when it came to being Head doctor. After ten additional years in office- you'd think Elliot would be managing a bit better. Although, not to say Elliot hasn't learned a few things. Elliot's counterpart that first walked these halls and now were complete opposites. There was no contest. An entirely knew breed altogether. "Considering how I hate the paper work. I hate the drafts that sneak through the floorboards. I hate working every day of the week. I hate being blamed for ill-progressive patients... I hate when a nurse asks me about my marital status. I hate having to scold them. I hate locking my keys in the cellar." Elliot didn't have much he liked about this job. Er- Career. Let alone anything at all he liked about himself anymore. Sober. Nothing came to mind while sober. Elliot was miserable sober. Miserable. Awh~ But Smell the roses, Elliot dear - what roses? Elliot mocked. All Elliot saw were the thorns. And then came the distance betwixt them. Then the blood soaking the petals. Then the fact they were flowers came to mind. But by that time, Elliot was to exhausted to appreciate anything beautiful. Nothing was fair. No... wait... Elliot's eyes lost focus for a bit, and then found their target. Soft shades of cyan blues smoothed over his iris. Excitement. "I'm excited to see your sister. She's coming all this way~?" Elliot's eyes grazed the floor, he could feel his heart stirring. "You remember her favorite blossom?" It only took Elliot a moment, "A lotus-?" Elliot pouted, the garden held nothing of the sort. However, the young doctor before him had strong legs. "Fetch them for me." Elliot's eyes piqued. His lips pursed a smile that was self-indulgent. "As my assistant, i task you with acquiring a bouquet of lotus flowers. Make sure they are in a grand variety. Bring me, the best upon this Earth." Elliot wasn't kidding.
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

30 November 2016, 06:04 AM   ~ 2 days ago    #13
Joined: 23 Jun 2016
Posts: 32
Last edited by Aikochi, 2 days ago
Delwyn opened his curtains to let the light finally hit the interior of his office. The sun's rays danced beautifully on top of his mahogany wood desk. As it was officially clean and well organized. Though something was missing. Moss couldn't quite put his finger on it. It was near the corner of the surface and in a round cylinder cup. He only had four of it and now two. "That's what it is, my bloody pencils. I swear for all the riches placed in this building they can't seem to keep their damned hands off my writing utensils. Or perhaps I've dropped them." Moss sits on the floor and proceeds to look under his desk. He then stands up and almost tears the room apart, but of course nothing. He knew that the others have taken them but just wanted to make sure. "Well it seems I must go get some more." He returns his room back to its normal state. Delwyn puts his coat on and heads for the door. Grabbing a string as he closes his door and continues to tie the string on the knob and ties it to a loose nail. "I do hope this works." He then heads to the main hall. The smell of flowers filled the air. "Oh my, is that the smell of the Lotus." He turns to the direction where this lovely scent came from. In the distance he saw them. But what stood behind them was a bit..... cold. Dr. Moran held the delicate thing with such an unhappy expression. Some one is not having a good evening. Maybe I should cheer him up. Moss walks to the stone faced man, while wearing a smile. "Good evening Mr. Moran. I have yet to introduce myself. I am Delwyn Moss your new colleague." He flashes another smile and looks down to the water flower. "That's a lovely flower. It's a lotus if I am not mistaken. I see some lucky lady shall be acquiring such a beautiful gift."


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