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2 August 2013, 11:40 PM   #1
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"Oh, you've been bad? Of course you have, that's why you're here, you stupid girl. Don't expect any special treatment - or, well, any sort of treatment at all while you're in the special quarters. You're doctor think it's best. Now, strip out of your garments. Yes, here in the hallway. Nobody wants to look at you, darling, you're far too sick to be pretty. Good. Now put these on. Go on, make haste. . . . Finally. Now then, give me your shoes. No, the one's on your head - Yes, those! Lord help you, child. Get inside."
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."

3 August 2013, 12:57 AM   #2
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Don't you ever laugh as a hearse goes by, For you may be the next to die. That's certainly how she felt. Dead. Extra dead. In between her nightmare-filled slumber and subconscious drifting, Rachelle had gathered where she was and she wasn't too happy about it. Not that there was much she could do, it didn’t take a genius to figure out that the fabric that had already rubbed her wrists and ankles raw were the bed restraints. A slow attempt to peel her eyes open earned her a pounding headache and so she turned her head to the wall, squinting her eyelids tightly together and watching the fireworks for a moment. The small, barred, dusty window far above the bed told Rachelle that night had come and gone and it was again morning - and the ditsy nurses had not come to put her down yet. She wondered if something had happened, and began to hum a classical song to herself.
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."

3 August 2013, 03:44 AM   #3
Joined: 9 Apr 2013
Posts: 235
"Do not touch me." Said Perry May. As if her words held weight. "As I know where each one of you brutes sleep at night." Her girlish voice had several charms- yet with such forceful words, "I shall paint these walls with your blood if you dare touch me." So no one touched her. But she was heavily followed by two large brutes and one small blonde nurse. They all just glared as they mumbled awful insults under their breathes. Perry May was fitted into her cage. And a key to it's lock, snuggly locked her inside the metal matted room. "I can hear each and every one of you." Perry said, calmly speaking languid words. The looked straight into the eyes of the nurse, "And~" Perry went to the bars. speaking in hummed whispers. "I cannot wait to taste you~" "Sedate her." Said the woman coldly, smacking the brutes arm to initiate the process. A man grabbed her legs, another grabbed her arms, and the women grabbed stabbed her with the thickest needle. "May those be your last words you filthy harlot." Perry May was thrown back into her cage, spinning to the ground, and faltering as she tried to stand. But could not. Perry May made the faintest of whispers, mumbles of some foreign spills. ooc: Welcome you new neighbor nicely Rachelle~ :]
Dr. Elliot Austin Dennis Haste II
Head Doctor |||| 
Neurologist, Sociology, Etiquette, and Behavioral Sciences.

3 August 2013, 03:51 AM   #4
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ooc; omfg what do i do Rachelle looked over at the girl they had thrown in. She was pretty. Gorgeous, actually. And violent. Her eyes turned back upwards towards the ceiling and a devious smile pulled at her lips, malevolent and innocent and cunning all at the same time. "Perfect." She'd turn her head over to the blonde girl and call out to her, knowing just how fast she was fading. "Oh, curly-top. If you've got the slightest bit of light left behind those shining eyes would you kindly come and unstrap me?" . . . "I think I can help you, but I need my hands." "Why don't you just come crawl over here, doll, I promise I won't bite." Hard.
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."

3 August 2013, 04:04 AM   #5
Joined: 9 Apr 2013
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"I shall..." Perry May's long curls fell over her face, and around her arms, she clawed the walls, and dragged her feet under her. "I shan't." "I must'n." Perry May spoke softly, in the smallest voice, for the sweetest curse. "I don't.." Perry's mind was fleeting- but she was so strong against it. "I..." "Won't do such a thing." Perry May looked through the curtains of volume blonde hair. "Do not make me do things.." "While.." Her perfect words began to whither, her voice crack, her form cave. Gone to the floor, away with her legs, for the little limbs had given way. "While the walls.." Perry looked around her, she was in the middle of the room, looking from left to right slowly. The walls were around her again. How she hated it. "While the walls are watching..." They stared at her. She thought they did. Because they were. Here they could stare all they wanted. No doctor, could stop them. No wonderful shadow could cover them, no warmth to protect her. Not in solitary. "I cannot." Perry's arms came around her, as she shook her head, her legs crouched inwards awsell. Making Perry, the smallest witch. ooc: you're doing great~! :D
Dr. Elliot Austin Dennis Haste II
Head Doctor |||| 
Neurologist, Sociology, Etiquette, and Behavioral Sciences.

3 August 2013, 04:10 AM   #6
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Rachelle sighed, laying her head back on the bed. This girl was an absolute lune. Where was Dr. Haste? She called out suddenly, a feral scream that she knew would bring the guards running. She wasn't mad, though. Nor was she hurt, or in need of any sort of assistance. She simply needed to see the doctor. Immediately.
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."

3 August 2013, 04:25 AM   #7
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Perry was harshly trampled in the cause it took for the guards to come to Rachelle's side. But simply found her eyes closing ever so slightly because of the dizziness- or swollen-ness. She had been kicked in the head- purposefully. Because she was beautiful. "I am not..." She whispered to herself, "You slave walls." She barely could see, with the tumbles of hair falling to her face, and the swelling of her favorite eyes. The Gaurds stood around Rachelle, forgetting about Perry- May and her mumbles. She would be out soon. Or maybe not, "I..cannot see the walls.." Perry said to herself softly, gently, as she began to smile, as her blurred vision was becoming more apparent. As to the Gaurds, the stood at Rachelle, two of them, inspecting her secures and her form. Not a scratch, not a bite, not a nail in any eye- "What in Comestock 'er you yellaring about?" Asked one gruffly, as the other crossed his arms. ooc: I thought the gaurds should b doing something like that- hope u don't mind~ u can do them if u want. :P
Dr. Elliot Austin Dennis Haste II
Head Doctor |||| 
Neurologist, Sociology, Etiquette, and Behavioral Sciences.

3 August 2013, 04:40 AM   #8
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Rachelle twisted a bit in her restraints, a bit of blood trickling down her wrists and onto the white linens of the bed. "I am requesting to see the head doctor, please." God, if my politeness doesn't make them say yes than maybe the crazy girl will.. Or maybe I can just scream so loudly that Dr. Haste hears me.
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."

3 August 2013, 05:01 AM   #9
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"'Er ya go." The Brute fistfully raised his large apt hand, and crossed it to Rachelle's face. The other laughed heavily, holding his gutt at the spectical. "Der's yer head doctor." Grunted the large man in a dark scuff, then he coughed disguistingly into the same hand. "An'Not another peep, ya fanny." The two gruffly continued to laugh at the fact, and went over to the cell door. You could hear their hardy laugh all the way down the hall as they sloppily trudged down. Silence. "I donnot think you plan worked." Said little Perry sweetly grinning, nodding her head to confirm it. "Yes I do believe.. They will not send for the doctor." Perry May slowly crawled out from her shell blindly.. "However... Might I.." Perry May spoke playfully into the air, lulling her head, as if she had a sweet candy in her mouth, or a dream in her head, "Be you messenger~?" Perry opened her small pale hands, in her reddened palm was a small cell key. This cell key. One of the gaurds must've had their witts missed about as Perry grabbed the key from off the holster during the time they had with Rachelle.
Dr. Elliot Austin Dennis Haste II
Head Doctor |||| 
Neurologist, Sociology, Etiquette, and Behavioral Sciences.

3 August 2013, 05:07 AM   #10
Joined: 20 Feb 2013
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Rachelle nodded, tears rolling down her cheeks as she stared straight up at the ceiling, biting her tongue hard enough to draw blood. "Please.. untie me.." They hit her. They hit her. They hit her. She was going to kill them.
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."

3 August 2013, 05:25 AM   #11
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"Yes.." No. The Witch was a Witch. Witches didn't do things without a spell book by their side. Or a secret to hold to another's throat. "First.. You must Tell me..." Little Perry May slowly walked over to the bed with latches, where another, fellow inmate was tied down and immobile. Like a rat in a cage, with it's legs tied to it's own limbs. Or cut off. "What of this doctor..?" Perry May looked at Rachelle, tears were promptly at the corners of her eyes. Pretty little eyes. "Does he.. Does he not look through walls?" Perry May turned her head to glance at the rats scurring over her bare feets. Smiling, politely, she moved her foot, and picked up the tiny rodent, and put it inside her chest. Perry looked back to Rachelle, her eyes, her bruised face, then her vengeful fists. "I can't.. If he does." Perry held up the key, tauntingly, Showing Rachelle clearly, that they could escape.
Dr. Elliot Austin Dennis Haste II
Head Doctor |||| 
Neurologist, Sociology, Etiquette, and Behavioral Sciences.

3 August 2013, 05:47 AM   #12
Joined: 20 Feb 2013
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The corners of Rachelle's lips turned up in a sneer and her eyes grew dangerous, she had no idea what the girl was on about but she was in a very hostile mood. "I don't really know what nonsense is going on in that pretty little head of yours, but if you don't go get Dr. Haste I can promise you that when I get out of these restraints all of your luscious blonde hair is not going to be on your head any longer, and darling, I don't make promises that I can't keep." She tilted her head just a bit to the right, a menacing, promising gaze staring straight through the girls eyes. "Is there anything else I should say? Go on, shoo. Get the doctor or get me out of my restraints and I will get him myself."
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."

3 August 2013, 08:33 AM   #13
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'Doctor Haste..?' The girl's small slender eyebrows furrowed, creating wrinkles upon her perfect forehead, as she questioned the other's words. Every bit. Of every poisonous words. This girl sounded like she was threatening a Witch to do something of her own desire. Whether little Perry May could get the doctor wasn't the issue. It was whether or not- the walls would allow her. The walls always watched her. These terrible, treacherous, leacherous walls. And now, Perry may studied the girl's maliciously curved façade. It resembled the walls. Perry didn't like that. "I see..."Said the young girl in a soft soothed voice. "hm.." A tiny miff of girlish charm, "you still have you ring finger." Perry said her tone turning almost zealously. If it wasn't for the tiny positive smile at the very end of Rachelle's words. As if she had heard a very joke. "Yes. I shall remember that." Perry was talking about her own problems at this point. But she would love to bring her what the other girl wanted. "I shall call him for you. And then..." Perry smiled as she backed away to the end of their cage. Going towards the metal bars, as she slipped the metal key into the hole. "You shall remember-" CLink."The Golden Witch will take you finger." Said Perry-May, pressing open the gate and stepping out, she began to walk towards the main hall. "Yes.. I shall remember~" Perry May gave one last glance to the girl in the bed, as she began to giggle, girlishly, and skipped her lady like fickles down the corrider to do as Rachelle asked. Coerse the doctor into seeing Rachelle, or was it- for the Doctor to just come? Or.. What did the walls want? Perry smiled. Ah yes~! For the Doctor to get rid of Rachelle. ooc: enemies; if u didn't know already. :p
Dr. Elliot Austin Dennis Haste II
Head Doctor |||| 
Neurologist, Sociology, Etiquette, and Behavioral Sciences.

3 August 2013, 09:29 AM   #14
Joined: 20 Feb 2013
Posts: 244
ooc; there's really not much that I can do lol The girl was threatening her as many before had, to take off her finger is what she'd heard. Didn't the poor thing know that there was really no possible way to do such a thing? She chuckled to herself and let her eyelids flutter shut, and she waited. And waited. And waited.
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."

3 August 2013, 08:31 PM    #15
Joined: 9 Apr 2013
Posts: 235
Talking rubbish. Perry May was full of clever words, but not a single one meant a single sensible thing. Her sentence structure and diction was something simply erroneous. More so then usual. Maybe the slow dose of high mentality drugs were to blame for that. Either way though, by some trump of melodramatic acts, Perry was able to lure Dr. Elliot back to the cells. "Higher dosage, Ms. Courtney. Not Hire comatoses." corrected the doctor patiently. While ms. Roster was being carried, slung of a brutes massive shoulder, she prattled on, changing subjects. "Oh myth to myself, doctor!" "Miffed to myself, Ms.courtney." "Ah! Yes! How my words are so impractical... I am not as wordy as you doctor. For I am a Witch." "Certainly." Elliot gave an compastionate smile as she was tossed back into storage. Beside the bed rachelle was to. Perry was then stuck with another needle, finallly with on listless shuffle to the floor, she was out. "Ms.Asmosia, shall I give you highEr dosage as well?" said the doctor calmly placing his hand over Rachelle's cheek. The brutes were obediently standing aside, allowing the doctor to walk in and be near his patient. But they were grumbling mumbles, like a gaurd dog would produce growls under its' breath.
Dr. Elliot Austin Dennis Haste II
Head Doctor |||| 
Neurologist, Sociology, Etiquette, and Behavioral Sciences.

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