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25 February 2013, 02:50 AM   #1
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28 February 2013, 12:43 AM   #2
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James, assisted by Pluto, entered the infirmary and slumped Grimm in one of the beds. "Do
you think he'll be okay?" asked James, stretching his muscles in relief.

28 February 2013, 12:46 AM   #3
Pluto Richards
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OOC: Bloody hell. I'm an idiot... -.-
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28 February 2013, 12:48 AM   #4
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OOC: Don't worry about it. I've had this planned for ages, I simply created this
pre-emptively.

28 February 2013, 12:49 AM   #5
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Pluto nodded. "We should probably get out of here. The nurses will blow a gasket."
Glancing around her, she darted into the hallway and assumed an innocent expression,
walking calmly away. "Oh, my dear Dr. Grimm. How could you be so dim?" She shook her head
sadly. She hoped that the knife wouldn't cause too much trouble...
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28 February 2013, 12:51 AM   #6
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OOC: Either would be fine! ^.^ You'll have to catch Pluto outside, though, she just left.
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28 February 2013, 01:11 AM   #7
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Rachelle had spent her night outside the Catacombs, resting with her knees against her chest and her head pressed against the cold, broken stone walls as she watched the inhabitants of the Asylum shuffle around through half-closed eyelids. She hadn't been able to sleep -- not for several weeks. Not since her return to St. Helga's. Night terrors had crept into her once-silent, dreamless slumber and she carried purple bags beneath her eyes to prove it. Intending to try and lay down in the infirmary for an hour or two - if the terrors would allow her - Rachelle snuck away from the commotion of the Asylum and began to heed down the twisted hallways. "Lady Bird, Lady Bird, Fly away home, Your house is on fire, Your children will burn" She'd begun to fiddle with her matted hair as she recited an old nursery rhyme, a slightly crooked smile pulling at her lips. In the process of her walking, talking and fiddling she wouldn't have noticed the young woman girl female coming out of the infirmary and would knock into her, falling backwards and onto the ground being so lightweight. She'd say nothing and while her hands would curl into little bony fists, she kept her face hidden behind a curtain of dark locks.
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."

28 February 2013, 01:26 AM   #8
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Pluto stumbled backwards, grabbing a nearby pillar for balance. "Oi! Watch it. People
like you oughta be locked up." She sniffed in disdain. Then her demeanor seemed to change.
She smiled at Rachelle and held out a hand, offering to help her up. "I don't believe I
know you. I think I've seen you around, but you avoided me. Like many people..."
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28 February 2013, 01:37 AM   #9
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Rachelle slowly lifted her hand into the girls, nodding once in reply. She vaguely recognized the girl but she couldn't place the face, couldn't catalogue the voice in her dusty file box which creaked each time she opened it, sending a massive pain pounding through her skull. So, she wouldn't try. There was really no use, was there. All she needed to know was that this was the girl with the bloody socks. Slowly, Rachelle stood and dusted off the back of her skirts, the faded scars running the entire length her arms being noticable if one were paying attention. She still hadn't looked up, her gaze remained directed down towards her shoes so that her waved, greasy brown hair shielded her face. She mumbled a soft 'Thank you' as she crossed her arms, beginning to hum some soft Christmas tune.
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."

28 February 2013, 01:42 AM   #10
Pluto Richards
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Pluto raised an eyebrow. "Er. Mind, uh, telling me your name? Only I can't get you back
to your cell if I don't know where it is..." She glanced at the scars tracing a delicate
pattern on her unhealthily small arms. They were all thin in the Asylum but this girl
seemed as though she could be whisked away with the wind. Pluto's eyes softened, and her
voice took on a gentler tone. "I don't think you can make it back by yourself. Just tell
me your name and I'll help you back to it."
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28 February 2013, 02:06 AM   #11
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Don't touch me. Please. Don't touch me. When the girl lightly pressed her fingers against Rachelle's scars, her expression became one of terror as she began to tug at her arm, trying to get herself free. "That hurts. You're hurting me!" She spoke with a soft, rusty voice that hadn't been used in a long while. Even if Pluto let go of her she'd continue to struggle, big blue eyes wide with fear as though watching something that wasn't reall there, trying to fight something that couldn't hurt her. Stop it! I said that hurts! STOP HURTING 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."

28 February 2013, 02:19 AM   #12
Pluto Richards
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Pluto's hand jerked away, her eyes going wide. She backed away from the girl. "I can't
help you if you don't tell me who you are," She frowned. "I don't know why I bother with
you people. It's pointless, really." She shrugged and backed up. "I suppose a nurse will
come and take you back before things get too serious." She turned away and started down
the corridor.
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28 February 2013, 02:44 AM   #13
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Last edited by ‹fuckingpickyournoseidiot›, 1 March 2013
Rachelle turned and suddenly stood, taking several steps towards the girl before falling a few steps behind her. She stared up at her from where she lie on the ground, a blank expression on her face as the gears slowly ground the fog out from between its whatchamacallers. Bloody lace socks. Her eyes moved upwards from the socks, moving from her stained skirts to her face, permanantly contorted into what may have been a smile. She couldn't tell. Pretty girl, crazy girl, puzzle girl. What's your name?
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."

28 February 2013, 08:59 PM   #14
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James didn't want to interrupt the two girls, so he quickly darted out of the room and
back into the corridors.

2 March 2013, 07:24 PM    #15
Pluto Richards
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Posts: 431
Pluto poked her head around the door, checking for nurses before moving to Grimm's cot.
She pulled the knife out of her stocking and set it beside the bedside table. "Uh. A-are
you awake?" She waved her hand in front of his face.
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