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Post by Jess on Apr 12, 2008 23:08:45 GMT -5
Luna tilted her head to the side and nodded, "What is a person worth without a name? Your name is everything... it is who...you...are." She makes a pointed nod and then takes a deep, ragged breath through her nostrils. After a moment of careful consideration, that demented grin finds its way back onto her face. "My name is Luna... and now that you know of my name, you must make an oath to never utter it to another living soul... I have placed a great deal of trust upon you my child..."
If she was free, the woman probably might have patted Shar on the head in a loving manner, but of course... she was restrained easily by the massive restraints that bound her to the wall. She just shrugged as best as she could and nodded, "And that food... it contains poison. The poison is designed to put me to sleep so that the guards my do with me what they will... its happened in the past." A nod, "Though they won't lay a hand on me it isn't often that I have woken up to them sticking me with needles."
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Post by Da Pwny on Apr 13, 2008 4:08:54 GMT -5
A short rush of confusion burned through her... she knew that name from somewhere, somewhere far in her past... Looking back, she turned and stated "I do so solemnly swear upon that... and I'm sorry that my touching hurt you, if it did..."
She looked back, sensing urgency about. The guards were becoming restless... best to go now before they suspected something. "I'm sorry, but I must leave before they suspect anything... I promise you, I will get you out of here... there are others plotting, but they are new, and know nothing of the horrors that go on here. I'll also see if I can get you some good food, stuff untainted. I'll try, i swear it..." Shar thought the woman was slightly delusional, to put it nicely, but then again, by the way they had her restrained... she had been here the longest as far as she knew of, an elder of sorts, in a twisted way. For having survived for so long and never given in, Shar respected that...
A few hard raps on the door, a peek through the slit just to make sure there were no tricks, and she was out. Passing by a mirror, she gave it only a moment's glance, a shiver running down her spine. The other one she'd wanted speaks with seemed out of it for the moment, she passed his cell by, opting for the stairs instead... The next time she returned, she'd get more out of the woman... Shar was now curious, perhaps unhealthily, about this woman's place in the world... For the time, she was left with speculation, and that was more than anyone should probably know, or want to know at least...
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Post by whiterabbit on Apr 13, 2008 10:44:25 GMT -5
((Duex, John is a personality of Cassie, so the "man" your seeing is really not a man...)
John still watched her as he hummed. And he knew that she was watching him too. As she made her way to her cell door, his music stopped and he sat perfectly still. He didn't make eye contact, but instead looked directly passed her. He wouldn't assume she was interested in him until she showed it, and staring without conversation is rude.
Then he heard a question addressed to him. A simple question, but still his eyes lit up. He began to grin as he turned his head slowly to meet her eyes. "Many names, many titles, of books upon your shelf. Many words, many stories, you have all to yourself."
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Post by duex on Apr 13, 2008 11:30:35 GMT -5
(( Gah! I knew that! Hehe, well, either way, same thing. She's still looking at John, yo. Or Cassie. Well, either way, we can still roll with it.))
Pandora tilts her head at the woman's speech. It was like a man's... yet still came from the lips of a female. The pitch wasn't too different-- but the way words came, the way they were spoken, that was entirely contrasting to the usual female's way of talking.
Pandora nibbles at her thumb, tilting her head the other way now, hair rolling over to lean with her, "I just own a select few copies of millions of the same titles. Surely, others have read and own these stories and facts, too. Others usually buy books becuase they think they'll own it and so on but they never think that maybe everyone else they know also own a copy. Perhaps that's what makes books so intriguing-- it's your own but it isnt. But... ah... what are we talkin' about?"
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Post by whiterabbit on Apr 13, 2008 12:09:34 GMT -5
The girl rambled on as John's huge grin faded into a coy smile. She liked to talk, so if John could keep her talking maybe he'd get useful information out of her. Plus, conversation could maybe keep him sane-- or insane.
John laced and unlaced his fingers. "What we were talking about is past. We could talk slow or fast. We could converse about the stars and moon, or we could quit talking soon. Maybe about what drives the beating of your heart. How about introductions, you could start."
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Post by duex on Apr 13, 2008 13:24:49 GMT -5
Pandora's eyes whisk around as she nods and crouches a little, "Well, hm..." She'd tap her lower lip with her index finger, pondering the other one's question. "My heart beats becuase I am living and blood needs to flow through my body as long as I live so that's the function of it, of course. Though, I'd imagine it'd be awkward to be alive and have no heartbeat, so, of course..." Pandora looks away for a moment, then back to Cassie, "I am Pandora."
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Post by whiterabbit on Apr 13, 2008 16:33:40 GMT -5
John noticed that the girl didn't understand his phrase. Was she never taught, or was it part of her insanity? Either way, she rambled on about it. He also noted that she wasn't unintelligent by any means.
"Ah, Pandora?" He sat up straighter, his eyes smiling. "Well, one could say these cells are much like boxes... So couldn't your cell be considered Pandora's box?" His mouth twitched a little as he grinned. "Any road, I'm John Deerman. You may call me 'Johnny'. It's a pleasure." He extended his hand through the bars, completely aware that she couldn't be able to reach to shake it.
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Post by duex on Apr 13, 2008 16:49:02 GMT -5
As usual, her head rolls over the other way, hair soon to follow. John's words strike her as somewhat confusing and dodgy. Either way, she just nods to his hand.
Pandora would let his name roll about on her lips, whispering it lowly, "Deerman... John Deerman..." She'd glance back up at him, her curiousty palpable in the way she considered him now, wondering how he got here or if Cassie's other personalities would be this open or willing to know Pandora. Both eyes would flicker to the floor in thought. Pandora twists her hair under a finger, waiting for the next thing this 'John Deerman' would say.
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Post by Jess on Apr 13, 2008 21:53:00 GMT -5
Mitsuko continued to colour in her room... eventually curling up at the desk and falling into a fit-filled sleep, her snores being sot and harmonious. She'd sleep until dinner would be served... her social worker would come and get her. All the while, the teddy was carefulled placed in her lap and secured there.
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Post by Da Pwny on Apr 14, 2008 3:14:12 GMT -5
On her way back, she made an unexpected trip to the restroom, which she needed to do considering she'd been away from her cell for most of the day, and had moved more than usual. She tried avoiding the mirrors as much as she could, but seeing them was inevitable... The voices, they came to her there, demanding why she was wasting time. "Its not time yet" Shar told them, shaking her head in the stall as she tried to get rid of those voices... But they insisted upon her telling them the truth. Why do you stall us? they demanded, Why do you hinder our progress so?
Uttering what could be described as a low scream, she pushed them aside once more and exited the stall, her eyes attempting to divert from the mirror... but it was to no avail, as they saw her reflection in one... or rather, what she perceived to be hers, as the background was all weird, twisted, like a reflection but obviously not so... Above all, she saw the absence of her own, replaced by that of a little girl... Her eyes raised, she placing a hand on the glass, her lips moved... You already know what you must do... the voice said, that same voice that she heard in her head... so... do it... Do it already! do it Do It DO IT!!
Screaming in rage, Shar threw her fist at the mirror, shattering it upon contact. A trickle of blood flowed down from where her hand had been cut by the glass... then more trickles, and another... as the whitecoats hauled her off to seclusion as they always did when she entered a fit like this (of which they necessitated four people simply to restrain her), Shar continued staring and screaming at the mirror... in one of its thousands of spider-webbed reflections, she still saw the girl, or rather the area around her mouth... a wicked smile had come across it as the door shut before her and Shar had barely seen it before she was knocked out by drugs, slipping kicking and screaming into unconsciousness, her final, nearly unearthly screams surely heard around the facility...
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Post by kelClynn on Apr 14, 2008 18:36:46 GMT -5
A loud bang interrupted him from his thoughts. His head turned to see one of them standing in the doorway of his cell. "To the showers," he said without emotion. David frowned but complied by standing up and following him out into the hallway.
He merged with a group of captives already starting down the corridor. He scanned the line but saw no familiar faces. They all trudged on, lifeless. Positioned on either side were a handful of men, each prepared to use the weapons they wielded should anyone misbehave. As he walked, he thought he heard far off screaming somewhere in within the bowels of the building. David continued, stubbornly as usual, feeling like a cow headed to slaughter.
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Post by whiterabbit on Apr 15, 2008 13:59:36 GMT -5
"Well, Miss Pandora, I bid you a good farewell." John laid down on the bed and faces the wall, keeping his eyes open. Almost as soon as he put his side to the cot, footsteps were heard down the hall, calling for all female prisoners patients.
Showers, Cassie thought. She sat up, completely disoriented. She turned to meet the male orderly's face as he looked down at her. Quietly, she stood, setting her bag down on the bed. As he moved to let her out of the cell, she glanced at the girl across from her who was also being released. The guard pointed down the hall and Cassie followed his directions, shuffling along, but looking over her shoulder for the girl.
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Post by Jess on Apr 15, 2008 14:41:14 GMT -5
Mitsuko was being escorted out of her little room by her social worker, the woman holding the poor little girls hand. She had been reassured that her stuff would remain safe and untampered with... her things being the teddy bear and the colouring book. Assured, Mitsuko placed her school uniform onto her bed- nicely folded up -and donned the gown they haned her for showering.
She padded along, her feet clad in black low-quality shower shoes. You know, flip flops? Anyway, her feet made odd slapping sounds agaisnt the floor as she was lead toward the showers by her social worker, not really wanting to go about the process of bathing alone... or at least, alone with all these other people.
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Post by Da Pwny on Apr 15, 2008 18:12:44 GMT -5
*this skips ahead a bit, so i won't be posting much with other people until the showers and such are done*
How cruel of them... they knew her weakness, they knew exactly what she hated... yet they used it against her, chaining her down with cloth and steel in a room full of those reflective abominations... She squirmed and screamed, but she knew no one would hear her in there. She had been in one of several of the hospital's seclusion rooms after her incident in the water closet, one designed to 'help calm her down by releasing her innate hatred'; at least, that's how the doctor had described it to her...
The voices were everywhere, and she screamed at them. The girl- the girl from the mirror earlier- simply stood there, staring at her, seemingly laughing at her. Oh, how this form of torture was most heinous...
Several hours later, she was back in her cell, launched through fitful, frightening nightmares... After she'd passed out from either fright or exhaustion- whichever it was that had come first- they'd taken her, showered her in one of their many special rooms, and then tossed her back into the filth-filled cell...
Although it was sparkling white, Shar knew there was filth there... she swore she'd seen a rat or two crawl through, which in turn only helped to set off her slight germiphobia, forcing her into a huddled position upon her bed... she refused to even move, and with night falling fast, they would be coming, searching for her... Shar hadn't noticed it, but someone had installed a camera in her cell, a security guard watching her from a safe distance as night fell and the lights were beginning to dim...
*note: she could be in a nightmare for the last part... that would prevent too confusion from coming about...*
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Post by kelClynn on Apr 16, 2008 19:33:39 GMT -5
After being herded in and out of the showers, David was again escorted back to his cell, where he waited until everyone was called to dinner.
"Finally," he sighed as he sat up from his bed. A bit of excitement about the upcoming meeting gave him hope, and he hurried down the hall towards the dining hall. Upon entering, he claimed his meal and found an empty table near a corner. He had learned to accept any sustenance granted him.
A jagged gasp nearby caught his attention. He turned abruptly to see a man holding his hamburger at eye level, staring at it with alarm. "...Joe?," he moaned, "No, Joe, no. Not you, Joe! No!" He saw that the man was almost sobbing and jumped when he continued, "JOE! JOEEEE! JOE! They took Joe!" Two monsters, cued by the man's outburst, entered and took either of his arms. The man thrashed about, trying to break free. "You bastards!" he exclaimed, "How could you?! How could you?" Another man in a white coat rushed over to stick the agonized man with a syringe, which seemed to subdue him.
David faced his table once again, subconsciously glancing at his own burger. He sighed and tried to fight his anger. He hated how this place reminded him of an asylum.
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