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2 October 2016, 08:45 PM   #1
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Sealing up the Catacombs lead to an entirely new venture; Establishing freedom. How could any one better themselves, without filling their minds with better things? Upon this core statement- the bettering of minds can only come from better understanding of things- was Haste able to convince the good Catholic Priests to fund a library. An additional wing constructed- This new site would be a charming hovel for day reading and quiet pleasures. * * And don't worry. If you cannot read, little Alice, feel free to ask any doctor to read to 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

29 November 2016, 02:48 AM   #2
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"... Icarus was the young son of Daedalus and Nafsicrate, one of King Minos’ servants. Daedalus was incredibly smart and so, he began thinking of ways he and his son could escape the Labrynth." Small Evangeline spun the book around, revealing a beautiful set of hand-painted pictures depicting the mythological pair. Although the facility encouraged reading, it was considered blasphemous to indulge in any sort of written word that went against the word of the Christian God, and most books had been hidden away - but little Evangeline was a smart thing, and had snuck her way into the good doctors office while he was giving a tour of the asylum. She'd selected her favorite storybook from his many shelves and returned to the library, where she had been holding a 'storytime' session once a week, for the younger girls who couldn't yet read. "Daedalus managed to create gigantic wings, using branches of osier and connected them with candle wax. He taught his son Icarus how to fly, but told him to keep away from the sun because the heat would make the wax melt. Together, they escaped the Labyrinth and flew to the sky, free!" She turns the page of the book, showing another image of the two, naked (as was the art style back then) with glorious, almost angelic wings sprouting from their backs. "Unfortunately, Icarus was too young and too enthusiastic about flying. He got excited by the thrill of it all and found himself carried away by the amazing feeling of freedom. He began flying high," She lifts a hand high above her head, "And then low, and high again, over and over." Eva's hand follows the motion in a sort of 'wave' pattern.
Evangeline Asmosia. 15. Orphaned. Hereditary Predisposition. Eidetic Memory.

4 December 2016, 11:14 AM   #3
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It seems there was nowhere to hide from him. His eyes were everywhere. His hands could reach into every single crack, crevice, and hide-away. No girl was safe. From the good Head Doctor. Least of all- his affectionately named daughter, Cherry. ♘ Cherry came to the library, for one reason; to find out if it were true: And yes, it seemed the rumors were. The young asylum brunette was sitting in a wooden velvet arm chair, while a hand full of smaller girls sat at her feet. The young girls awed, and gasped, and looked completely engaged on the mythical retelling. Eva... Seemed to captivate them. Cherry didn't want to disturb them. However, there wasn't a single ounce of her, that wanted to go back out into the asylum's dreary halls; with the prying eyes of the men. Ever since she's been here, especially introduced to the head doctor, young Cherry has felt odd. She's always had this unparalleled fear and trepidation over men. However- here it attacked her heart ten fold. Making her shake with anxiouness, forgetful, mindless, timid, contract an onset of chronic nose bleeds and feel... Hot. Very hot. But never mind that. Cherry was here to forget about it. She was allowed a 15 minute break every so often- she decided to step out form the kitchen and into a calmer setting. Perhaps this would, give her some peace. Indeed. She hoped for peace. But oh. Cherry's lips silently pursed. Eva was reading something about Greek gods and legends. Icarus falling from the sky, from flying to close to the sun. Cherry was familiar with the story. But these children shan't be. These children can't be! "Ah! Eva!" Cherry couldn't let this go on! She was dedicated to the Lord. And so was the asylum, and so were these children. "You can't read them something like that...!" Cherry's tone was worrisome, and hushed with concern warping her expression. Cherry went over to the children, and the host, interrupting the show by standing in front of Eva. "Um.. Please... I don't want any of you to get in trouble.. We should read something else..." Cherry told the young girls. The Abbey girl's delicate green eyes glanced behind, to Eva. Cherry knew just as well as she did, that nothing like this could be in the library, let alone read aloud! So where did Eva acquire such a thing? "Don't you think it.. best to read something more.. Appropriate, Eva?" Appropriate meaning sanctioned by the Church.
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 December 2016, 12:57 AM   #4
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Last edited by ‹fuckingpickyournoseidiot›, 20 December 2016
As she read to the little children at her feet, Evangeline had no sinister premonitions about the day. It seemed like just another Monday, innocent but for its essential Mondayness, not to mention its Decemberness. It was cold, and it was dark— but it was also lovely. The falling snow and the early hour conspired to paint the asylum ghostly. Evangeline's voice filled the quiet halls as she read and as though she had read the tale many times before— it was her favorite, see— she was able to sit adrift in mundane thoughts: her sessions, her schooling. The occasional cheek- chew of bitterness when a pang of heartache intruded, as pangs of heartache will, but she pushed them aside, resolute, ready to be done with all that. Those familiar blue eyes roll back as she shuts the book, a puff of dust flying up from the long-since used pages. Dainty fingertips dance across the top of the pages, eager to resume, but Eva smooths down the front of her dress and removes a foot from under her rear to instead rest it bare upon the floor. Where on earth were her shoes? Why was she so dirty so early in the morning, anyways? It was only half after first meal.

"To be honest with you, Cherry, I don't particularly see why the church has such a case built up against these fictitious works. They try and convince us that it's because they're violent, but the Good Book— " She meant the bible, of course, "— has far worse things hidden in it."

Evangeline Asmosia. 15. Orphaned. Hereditary Predisposition. Eidetic Memory.

15 December 2016, 01:48 AM   #5
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★ The girl stood up. Eva seemed like a very polite young girl. A soul that perhaps wasn't too damaged. Cherry fancied the idea that perhaps this girl wasn't nearly as destructive as the rest of the patients. But maybe a tad bit to willful with books. ❝ To be honest with you, Cherry, ❞ "It's - -!" Helena. Ah- How that name stung her face with shards of red. It seemed like only the nuns called her by her real name anymore, Helena. ❝ I don't particularly see why the church has such a case built up against these fictitious works. They try and convince us that it's because they're violent, but the Good Book— has far worse things hidden in it. ❞ Never mind the sweating in her palms, Cherry was determined to shun the pet name from bothering her any longer. It was just a fruit. What was the problem? Certainly, Cherry could just correct Eva again, and that would also be the end of it. "Eva.. It's Helena." Cherry nervously smiles. Then she adamantly shakes her head, "It's much more then that. It's influenced by pagans. Pagans." She said the last word with wide eyes, as if to emphasize the filthiness of the word. "Worse of all, this is nothing but a distraction. True peace comes from reading - -" Cherry is cut off by a playful yapping. "Oh! Cherry! There ya are!" A boy came upon them, he was around Cherry's age, and had large oval ears, and shaggy blonde longs. His accent was thick with Scottish vocals. The new boy, Lost boy, was Haste's apprentice. "What're ya hiding from me, Cherry? I was look'n fer ya all over the place. Wanna play another game?" "I'm not hiding from you." She was hiding from the Head doctor. But yes, Cherry was considerably hiding from Anthony as well. Cherry realized that the Head doctor's little spring boy, was just as dubious as he was. "And no, i don't want to play any games." Cherry crossed her arms. Anthony looked unfazed. But then his eyes glowed in awe. "Oi, You wanna join us for a game?" Anthony was talking to Eva, and he was easily ignoring Cherry's quick jabs she wasn't playing. That, there was no 'us.'
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

19 December 2016, 06:36 PM   #6
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Last edited by ‹fuckingpickyournoseidiot›, 20 December 2016
Helena. Right. Evangeline swirled her tongue around her lips, thin fingertips tap-tap-tapping along the top of her lap.

"It's much more then that. It's influenced by pagans. Pagans." "Christmas is a Pagan holiday!" She exclaims. "Derived from Yule, the mark of the winter solstice. It celebrates the rebirth of the sun and of winter. I read that in another book, too." She states, quite matter-of-factly. Before she can open her mouth again, to continue arguing with Cherry Helena, a voice cuts through the library and Evangeline's head snaps to the side. Her big, blue eyes scan the younger boy, a brow quirking up with amusement. Cherry Helena seemed rather displeased to see this boy, and moreso that he had turned to speaking to Eva, herself.

Taking a moment to think, Evangeline nods. "Sure, I'll play. What sort of game have you got in mind?" Always prim, always proper. Just like
the good doctor demanded. You're so much more like your mother when you speak like that, Evangeline.

Evangeline Asmosia. 15. Orphaned. Hereditary Predisposition. Eidetic Memory.

20 December 2016, 02:39 AM   #7
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❝ Sure, I'll play. What sort of game have you got in mind? ❞ Eva's voice was fair and civil. The young peasant boy smirked koily, he took kindly to this other girl immediately. He concluded that she was as good as any girl, to skip some stones. Maybe ruffle some feathers? Certainly nothing to dangerous this time: Right? With no hesitation Anthony answered the poetic girl, "Chicken." Was the game they shall play. "Absolutely not!" Helena swung her amber locks about in protest. The young abbey girl sounded shakey, yet her conviction was steadfast, "Your games are nothing but trouble. No one should be playing them." Wait- How would Helena know Anthony was trouble? How did she figure his games were trouble? Well~ She took the time to play with the boy, once or twice. Even a few more times, when he forced her into it by threatening to lie or cheat. He was a scoundrel. A degenerate. Anthony's dark brown eyes peeled away from Eva and to Helena. The boy's tone was snarky, yet playful. Helena didn't scare him. But usually she didn't have enough guts to speak out... Hm.. Helena must've found a spine this afternoon. 'Let's fix that, shall we?' Thought the boy taking a couple steps closer to the redheaded nun. "Hm.. You know~" Began the boy feigning disinterest as he spoke, "Cherry... you don't have to play with us. I'll just let the Head doctor know, you're in the Library." Anthony points his index finger in the air, a flurry of realization in his eyes. He was quite the actor. "Oh! Right! The Head doctor was look'n for ya. Something about .... giving you a new nickname~" Wink. The tiny girl's voice snapped in her throat, while shoulders hitched, and her face become warped with terror. Then her pores turned red. Very red. Heavens no! A New Nickname! A new devilish crimson A on her chest? A new reason for her to repent in her already arduous morning devotions. Please! Anything but! The poor girl was a frenzy of nerves again "..o.-- okay..! fine! O...one game!" "Heh..." 'Man girls are stupid.' Anthony smiled innocently, he was a happy lost boy now, with a good crew. "Sure thing, Cherry." Anthony turned to looked at Eva, hopefully this asylum girl got the point: Anthony is captain of this little ship. "This way girls~"
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

20 December 2016, 04:52 PM   #8
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Last edited by ‹fuckingpickyournoseidiot›, 20 December 2016
Watching the pair bicker made Evangeline grin something fierce. As she sat there, eyeing the pair, she wondered: did Anthony like Helena? Is that why he teased her so? Or, did Helena like Anthony? Perhaps they had known one another, before coming here - they did appear to be the same age, after all, and interacted like Evangeline would expect childhood friends to do. Helena was soon flustered, and Evangeline soon concluded that she would prove no fun if she moped the whole time. She found herself stepping between the pair and turning to Helena, gently grasping her hands. "Oh, come, Helena - there's two of us and one of him," she coaxed the girl with a soft voice and raised brows. "If he should try and make us play anything less than favorable, we can stuff him into one of the broom closets." A giggle - the usually level-headed girl was buzzing with excitement at the idea of being bad and not being caught. Finally, she turns to the male - "Her name is Helena. Mine is Evangeline, but you may call me Eva, if you wish. I propose we play hide and seek, and you can be it." She gestures vaguely towards Anthony as they walked, following him through the dusty halls.
Evangeline Asmosia. 15. Orphaned. Hereditary Predisposition. Eidetic Memory.

7 January 2017, 03:25 AM   #9
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Simply put, Anthony did like Helena. She was sweet, and gullible. Anthony liked how he could taunt her into submission, or make her little nose wrinkle in disguist. Her reactions were fun to play around with. Helena was perfect for the sort childish mockery that he wanted. It was easy enough to back Helena into a corner and convince her to play with him. Almost too easy now. But then there was the tempting allure of an Asylum girl. And Anthony began to wonder- began to wish- and will fully seek- the company of an asylum girl. He wanted to know- what kind of interesting reactions would she have. .. The young apprentice was determined to find out. A koi smile curled his lips, and his eyes were wide and ambitious. In particularly, because he found an asylum girl he's heard much about. Evangeline. Sigh. Helena did as she was told. She bit her bottom lip slightly, and fiddled with the apron over her black plum skirt. Helena took Eva's words, and immediately clung onto them. Eva seemed so hopeful in regards to their power over the other boy. But terribly... Helena still felt terribly weak and spineless against the boy's casual threats ... The group traveled out of the library and down to the open hallway, passing by your average nurse, and dazed patient, until the reached their destination: As they walked, Eva introduced herself and spoke openly to him. She wasn't shy like Cherry. ❝ ❞ ❝ Her name is Helena. ❞ 'I don't care.' Thought the boy, passively, only half listening, as Eva went on. ❝ I propose we play hide and seek. And you can be it. ❞ The boy smiled, and looked to Eva heckling under his breath. There was no way they were going to play a different game. Anthony was captain, and this ship would go where he wanted it too. He'd more quickly toss Eva over board, then start changing course now... So The young boy quickly said, in the most causal grin, "If you're too chicken to play chicken, just tell me Eva." Anthony was a tad bit disappointed though, and his smile faded. "Out of all the voices in your head, not a single one is brave?" He asked.
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

7 January 2017, 03:48 AM    #10
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Sensing her sort-of friends unease, Evangeline's hand danced across Cherry's shoulder, then down her arm to form a soft grasp on the others hand. Her lips upturn into a gentle grin and she nods, once, as if to ensure the other she was going to have her back. Occasionally, as they walked throughout the corridors of the old, falling-apart building, Evangeline would fall behind, stuck gazing out of a window into the garden as the sun began to rise over the horizon - but Cherry would always tug her forwards and she'd fall right back into step along the redhead, whispering an apology through half-hearted giggles. As this strange boy went on about his game, Evangeline pulled her hair over her shoulder and began tying it into a loose braid. A faded red ribbon was drawn out from its hiding place, up her sleeve, and a bow was tied at the bottom of the braid. She eased the hair over her shoulder once more so that it could fall down the center of her back. The girls plump lips twitched as a smirk graced her expression, deep blue eyes squinting, ever so slightly, in response to the boys attempted jab. "I've got only one voice in my head and it is my own. Though, if you believe I should have more than one because you have more than one, perhaps you ought talk to the doctors. We wouldn't want you to have to go away to get cured, now, would we?" She turns her gaze to Cherry, grin growing as she squeezed the younger girls hand. As they came upon their destination, their pace slowed, and Evangeline paled at the sight of the oh-so-familiar door and plaque. She swallows quietly, rubbing the side of her neck where that atrocious brand was now a faint scar.
Evangeline Asmosia. 15. Orphaned. Hereditary Predisposition. Eidetic Memory.


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