W06L
Official Inmate
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Post by W06L on May 25, 2017 5:41:11 GMT
I stare wide eyed as the chaser brutalizes the women who rushed to my side. And yet my heart felt... something. It had been so long since a creature other than my rats had shown care or concern for me. I feel my face change as I smile at W04V's words, her calm control of the situation. I open my mouth to speak, to say something, when the chaser takes another swing at W04V. Without thinking I jump in front of her and take the hit. I barely feel it, much as I barely feel anything anymore. Without saying a word I grab both of the women's hands and pull them away, getting lost amid the sea of striped stockings and sopping wet shifts. I stare at the women. I hope they can see my gratitude in my eyes. I still can't speak. I try, I try and I open my mouth and nothing but a strange tune with nonsense words comes out. Maybe it's something from before the fire. Something I once knew.... The tune and words are quiet but I know they hear them.
"hear the birds sing, feel the light breeze,the forest lays out before you... humbly pass, sweetly sing, dinglydee...."
And then, we're being herded inside....
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W03Z
Official Inmate
"I'm running with the wolves tonight." -Aurora
Posts: 130
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Post by W03Z on May 25, 2017 10:49:21 GMT
W04V, W06L, and I stand off to the side. As there is nothing around to file my nails with completely accurately, W04V helps me file my nails on some of the establishment's bricks. I am touched by her kindness, but I also know I must acknowledge W06L. "Thanks for getting us away from them," I say to her.
W06L doesn't respond, but I can sense the gratitude, see it in her eyes. She begins to sing, and I let out a soft howl to urge her on. She is singing a song of the forest, and her voice reminds me of a gentle breeze through the pines.
Once one hand of claws has been filed, I use it to straighten out the last of my tangles. Who knows what Madame Mournington would say about tangles if she allows a hacksaw for claws?
I look at what I can see of my body, and I feel...ashamed. I am clean. My hair is tangle free - it comes past my knees now, and even is a bit wavy. Who knew? My nails are tougher than most, but short. I don't look like a wolf, and let out a small whimper of sadness.
Not long after, the Chasers grab us and usher us into the building. "You all's wills be stayin' in the servant's quarte's," slurs the drunk Chaser. How lovely it is to see him again...
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Inmate W11Y
Official Inmate
Must apologize for my absence. Right hand still healing after surgery. 😥
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Post by Inmate W11Y on May 25, 2017 16:37:43 GMT
"They're here!", Stanislas grunts, little annoying teeth shattering. But W11Y ignores him. Typical behavior.
She blinks,and looks from side to side, listening to the sounds outside. One drop. Two drops. Three. Water dances, then she begins humming. The drop of a soap sends her into a full song.
"Beautiful soap
So rich and green
Slipping in a hot tile-y
Who..."
Notes trail off. Laughter commences, in crescendo.
Stanislas shakes his bony skull, "I told you, wench. They all are here."
She never ever listens to reason for, how can you listen to something that you no longer posses?
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W04V
Plague Rat
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Post by W04V on May 25, 2017 17:46:18 GMT
Before I can comprehend what has happened, my protector has whisked us away. Through a sea of stripes and bubbles and hair, a wave of emotions flood me.
Why would you do that? How could you be so stupid, the Chaser could have killed you!
I am overwhelmed, yet all I can do is squeeze her hand as my mouth does not know how form a thank you. She sings a beautiful and sad song and I am more overwhelmed than before, feeling helpless in this wretched place. We come to a slow as more of us are all being herded into the asylum once again. As we stand and wait to be deemed "clean" enough, I help my new feral friend wipe down her long nails with my still damped shift. I take them between my teeth and make quick work of them, although they are harder than I expected. After they are at an acceptable length I show her how to file them the rest of the way down on the bricks.
She makes a sad whimpering noise and my heart aches for her. I touch her hair, incredibly long now free of it's tangles. "Your ha- fur is beautiful my dear. Makes me miss my own."
A girl off to my left is singing and talking softly to herself- I call out, not sure what to expect. "Are you alright miss?"
The Chasers usher us into what we've been told is the servants quarters, and I grab both my companions close as not to get separated, trying to keep the new inmate in my sights. I don't want to lose her in this sea of bodies.
By each bed there is a mirror and side table, with containers of small rouges, powders, and more flowers. Meant for our face and hair I assume? What on earth is going on... the realization hits me like the weight of the ocean. Ours bodies are to become income aren't they?
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W03Z
Official Inmate
"I'm running with the wolves tonight." -Aurora
Posts: 130
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Post by W03Z on May 25, 2017 21:46:29 GMT
W04V takes my claws in her teeth and makes quick work of them. I must say, I admire her ability to use her teeth. In my own opinion, teeth and claws are the best weapons. I steal my strength: If I no longer have claws, at least I have my teeth. Surely, I can learn to file those into points too...
Inmate W04V compliments my fur, and I smile. No one in this Asylum save for the girls has cared about how I prefer to identify myself, and any small kindness towards me is a gift. I squeeze her hand: I think her hair, what's left of it anyway, is quite pretty, too. To me, a compliment from a Chaser is an insult, a compliment from an inmate is a blessing from Great Lupus (Wolf God).
I don't know why the Chasers and doctors want me to act human: They treat me and the other girls as anything but.
The Chasers hustle us into a small room, I suppose the 'Servant's Quarters', as the drunk Chaser had said. "Servant, like Omega?" I would think the inmates would be considered omegas, but no wolf pack is so cruel to their omega. The doctors think we're dirt.
I look around the room, and can't help but immediately spring onto a bed, on all fours. One Chaser grabs my hair and yanks me off, clearly wanting me to stand on two legs. "The bed...it's soft!" I cry out in shock.
"Stupid lass, don'tcha know all beds are soft?" slurs the drunk Chaser. The other Chaser snickers.
I ignore him, too shocked to do anything but stare. I refuse to look in the mirror, though. I'm fine with looking into lakes where a reflection is impaired, but I don't fancy staring directly into glass. "The room...it smells...sweet!" Yes, there are flowers and powders (some are an odd red color, is that supposed to go on my body?) in the room! Oh, how I miss the smell of wild flowers in the forest.
I turn back to W04V and the new inmate, who is still murmuring to herself, to share in the triumph with them, and notice with shock that W04V has gone white as a daisy. As soon as the Chasers leave, I whisper, "What's wrong? Isn't this good?"
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Post by W02Y on May 25, 2017 22:06:23 GMT
I'm stunned. Suddenly I realize that my worst nightmare may be a reality in a matter of hours.
I'm here because I ran away from abuse and now... I look at the bed near W02Z and I can only imagine what they will do to us...
No, oh no... It can't be... Is this my fate?
I look at my dear inmates and start to sing
Remember me...
But Oh... Forget my fate...
I look to W02Z and W04V and collapse.
I can't breath
I'm so scared...
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W03Z
Official Inmate
"I'm running with the wolves tonight." -Aurora
Posts: 130
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Post by W03Z on May 25, 2017 22:33:18 GMT
As I await a reply from W04V, W02Y begins to sing. I add my own gentle howl to her voice, hoping I sound anywhere near as melodious as her.
Without warning, W02Y collapses. I race to her side and place a paw to her heart. "What's wrong?!" I cry. "Can someone please tell me what we're doing here?!"
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W10R
Official Inmate
Posts: 33
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Post by W10R on May 25, 2017 22:35:36 GMT
I approached the bathing court in a straight line with a group of inmates from W10 after being picked out by Madam Mournington. My mind kept racing as to why us and not the others? No answer fit in my head. I saw nothing of us that connected except our ward. After inspecting everyone more carefully I noticed that all of them had a feature that stood out. For example W10F had very long and beautiful legs, while W10C has the most beautiful skin completion I had ever seen. This is where I stumbled as to where do I come in. I don't see how I fit in this group. Maybe The headmistress saw something I could not see.
As we finally arrived the bathing court, I notice we were not the first to arrive. Lines of other inmates where coming out from different sections of the asylum. All ready to be bathed. A luxury only some of us get once a week, if we are lucky. Some of the inmates were already bathing, or rather being hosed down quite harshly.
Fear stroke me. The same fear I felt when I first arrived to my cell to meet my cellmates for the first time. (I have yet to communicate.)I can't explained this feeling of fear. This feeling that I will get hurt by them. This feeling that they could be like everyone else out there. How can I know?
-they are here too-
Scarlet speaks to me in my head once our line stopped behind another group of inmates from another ward.
-they are not like you, but they are not like them. I wont say that they will not hurt you, what I could say is that they are your eyes now, they are your voice and they are your reason to fight back"
Scarlet, as long as you are here, I will be fine.
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W01L
Official Inmate
Posts: 9
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Post by W01L on May 25, 2017 23:01:29 GMT
I am brought out to the bathing court. The chasers drag me towards a group of other inmates, and push me to the ground amongst their feet. Once again they neglect to remove my restraints and I am entirely helpless.
"Don't leave me here like this. Please, let me out of these things." I try to shout but my throat is dry and sore from crying. The chasers just laugh and walk away, leaving me at the mercy of the other inmates.
I look up at the crowd, and tears once again begin to well up. I have been so alone all my life, yet now, surrounded by others, I could not feel more isolated.
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W03Z
Official Inmate
"I'm running with the wolves tonight." -Aurora
Posts: 130
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Post by W03Z on May 25, 2017 23:17:18 GMT
As I try to wake W02Y, I hear some noise outside the thin walls. I turn to one of the nearby girls. "Is anyone still out there?"
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W10R
Official Inmate
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Post by W10R on May 25, 2017 23:28:12 GMT
I am startled as an inmate had been thrown at my feet as she pleaded to be caught loose of her restraints, but the chaser ignores her.
-this is your chance-
Say Scarlet.
I leaned down to help her. Luckily I had stolen a hair clip that I found a few feet away from the headmistress while being picked out in my cell. I reached for it as I had stored it with in my hair.
"don't worry. I got you"
I assured her trying to pick it fast before being caught.
-she will be the end of you-
Whispers Marry in my head.
"shut up"
I replied out loud
The inmate looked at me quite confused but I assured her it was not towards her.
-great first impression-
Marry taunts me
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W01L
Official Inmate
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Post by W01L on May 25, 2017 23:47:57 GMT
"Thank you." They inmate very gently undoes my restraints and frees me.
"shut up," she says, and I wince, quickly trying to swallow my sobs. But she is quick to assure me that those words were not aimed at me. I stand, my legs stiff. It takes all my strength not to hug her, for I am so overwhelmed with gratitude.
Our group is quickly being shepherded towards the wall where inmates are washed, but something is different. The inmates have soap, and extra care is being taken that every inmate is thoroughly clean before they are moved along. I had heard abut the opheliac gallery from the rats, but I did not fully know what to expect.
I turn back to the inmate that freed me.
"I'm Elizabeth.......sorry, I mean inmate W01L." I do not know if she will speak to me further or not, since the majority of inmates have ignored me since my arrival. Something about testing my sanity, the rats said.
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W10R
Official Inmate
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Post by W10R on May 26, 2017 0:13:22 GMT
As we are rushed towards the cleaning section and cleaned specifically good today, the inmate I helped speaks to me telling me her name, but brushes if off quite quickly.
I panicky a bit. Not sure to trust her, but Scarlet says to do so for she has been left behind as I have.
"I'm sorry to have bothered you"
I had fails to notice how long I was tacking to answer her. I was still insure if I would like to go through abandonment again. But I trust Scarlet.
"No...I'm sorry. I was...."
I wasn't quite sure if I could tell her why I took a while. Should she know about Scarlet. What if that drives her away too?
She looked at me with cereous eyes. They seem so lost and almost scared. I gasped as I saw a reflection of the a former self.
I apologized again and gave a smile.
"I'm sorry. I am W10R..."
I remembered her giving me her actual name and thought if that was opening trust.
"or Ultra if you like"
-beautifully done-
Says Scar
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W01L
Official Inmate
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Post by W01L on May 26, 2017 0:33:17 GMT
"It is a pleasure to meet you, although I wish it were under more pleasant circumstances."
I have not had a conversation with a real human being in so long, I was scared I would have forgotten how. I am not really sure what to say beyond this, and it seems as though something else is occupying her, for she took a few moments to respond.
I wonder if my new acquaintance would notice if I started talking to one of my fictional friends. I could imagine Star, a small black kitten, sitting at my feet, or Emma stood beside me, holding my hand. I could not imagine Prince Benjamin here, for he would not have allowed this to happen to me. He must be away on business for the king. He would never leave me if he didn't have to.
I realise I have been staring in to space, completely lost in my thoughts. I have been scrubbed clean and I hardly even noticed, except my wrists now sting. They do not look nearly as bad as they feel, but they are noticeably red. I hope they may bandage them once we are dry.
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W10R
Official Inmate
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Post by W10R on May 26, 2017 0:55:57 GMT
I am failing. I know this for the lack of replies I have for her. I try to recover anything I can of what may commence a friendship. God knows we need them here. I look at here and try to open my mouth but fear sticks me so fast I look away.
-You can do this-
Says Scar. The other verse of Scarlet. The more cheerful one.
I look at her again and notice her looking at the red mars left by the restraints.
-ask he if she is ok-
Scar guide me.
As I was about to open my mouth we were shoved by a chaser to walk, having the whole group move back to the asylum. We walked through corridors I had not seen before. Something quite elegant. All while I walked behind W01L. I tried to think of something to say to her... to Elizabeth. I never thought this could be so hard.
"Do you know where we are going?"
I asked.
-That's a start-
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