Joined: 29 Sep 2015
Ah, what a pleasant day it was proving to be. After the chilled,
storm-filled winter that'd left many to succumb to illness or the cold, Dr. Harland was
quite thankful for the sudden arrival of Spring, some weeks early. The hot sun shone down
and warmed the exterior of the asylum, flowers were beginning to peek out from within
their frosty holes in the ground, and even the residents seemed cheerier - so to speak.
Dr. Harland, now nearing his thirty-seventh birthday, was strolling through the garden
with his very-pregnant wife (and a former patient of his) Justine.
When it had come out that the pair were engaged in a relationship, Harland had nearly lost
his job - but thanks to a friend of a friend, he had been granted permission to continue
working there so long as his beloved was transported to another facility. She was, and the
two wrote letters to one another until her release, and they were soon after married and
with child. Who, speaking of, was no longer at Jacob's side. He pauses to look this way
and that, a brow raised, though he did not seem too terribly concerned. Their daughter
knew the asylum grounds quite well, and - ah, there. A small flash of violet amongst the
rose wall that separated the garden from the small, over-filling cemetery.
Harland excuses himself from his wife and goes after her, calling out, " Sarah Elizabeth!
Silly girl, where have you gone? " A giggle sounds off from behind the rose wall as
Harland nears and pokes his head around the corner --
only to see another family surrounding one of the older graves. He perks a brow at the
sight, and straightens up, beckoning his daughter to come and stand at his side. Harland
clears his throat while resting a hand on Sarah Elizabeth's shoulder. "Ahem. Is there
something I could help you find?"
Evangline Asmosia-Haste. Fifteen. Orphan.
Eidetic Memory. Female Hysteria.