Joined: 9 Apr 2013
ooc: awwwww... goodbyyeee ;A;
'Why not humor her, Elliot?' The doctor had thought to himself koi. 'She's bond
to have something either mediocre or idiotic to say. Surely, worth a good laugh or
'What's the harm?' Haha.
Obviously, the doctor unknowingly triggered some unpractical defense within the girl. She
was changing shape; along with growing a voice. This nameless, faceless, hellish girl was
baring her fangs all because of... Well.. Seemingly..- Nothing at all. And at this point,
was it so wrong to be a little frightened? As such, the doctor adverted his eyes, if only
for a moment, to catch a glimpse out the window. No guard. Well fucks, maybe he might die.
here. Of all the places in this facility. Here, seemed to be the most unfitting. It
was crumbling down to shit, with broken mary-sue toys, decomposing letter blocks, and
She belonged here. Not him. Which is probably what she realized, then made her so upset.
The girl seemed to have a type of monologue prepared for him. After realizing the words
weren't all fruitless drool, the doctor forced himself to pay attention.
Surprisingly, this rag doll was actually very eloquent compared to most. Maybe she
The Fear the doctor felt quickly turned into wandering curiosity when Elliot felt a small
hand climb to his chest. Looking into her eyes he saw nothing but poison.
The girl's words were just as toxic as cigarette smoke. Elliot's eyes were good at posing
feign strength in situation like these. He almost seemed just as cold as her through all
this. But his curtains didn't last long when the girl was against him. At this distance,
his heart beat was undeniable.
The fear returned almost instantly. She was so close. For no reason.
And yet, just like a female, she was very tempting.
"Be thankful that I know your name and be careful never to forget mine." She said.
The Doctor looked at her more fondly now, Elliot's dark blue eyes looking over her flesh,
and physical feature. He's seen the roster of all the girl's here at the asylum. Every
single one. So he knew her. Just...
But that's all he could remember. And now she was gone.
wait- What? She- er- Rachelle.
Was gone. Dr. Haste went to go check the adjacent hallway, but no luck. It was as if she
disappeared. 'Good God, I need an aspirin.'
'Maybe an inhaler?'The Doc took in a few long breathes of much needed air, to calm
himself. Then he took in some needed tobacco smoke, and then exhaled more smoke. The
Toxins comfortably burned his throat. That girl was just unnerving. But whatever
the case, at least she wasn't hopeless. The Doctor scribbled down a mental note to
remember Rachelle's defensive quirks, and to be ready to strike her if need be. No girl,
with any mental illness, should talk to a superior- male- with such bite. No.
And Rachelle, will need to learn that.
Dr. Elliot Austin Dennis Haste II
Head Doctor ||||
Neurologist, Sociology, Etiquette, and Behavioral Sciences.