W01L
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Post by W01L on May 26, 2017 1:18:05 GMT
"The chasers told me to be a good little opheliac...I guess guess this must be the way to the opheliac gallery" I told her as much as I knew, but I didn't know where exactly we would be taken, or what would happen to us there. All I knew was what the rats had told me. That pretty girls were taken to be gawked at. A sideshow attraction for the 'sane'.
We moved from elegant open corridors to much more drab surroundings. These must be the servants quarters I thought, for we had passed the kitchens to reach them. We finally arrive at our destination, where we are split in to small rooms. The one W10R and I are pushed in to already has several inmates in it. There are beds, and each one has a side table. On one of the beds an inmate has passed out. An inmate at her side is frantically trying to rouse her.
I hear the door slam behind us. I am frightened to move. I am not sure whether to try and help, or stay out of their way.
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W10R
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Post by W10R on May 26, 2017 1:29:58 GMT
W01L's answer had me dazed. But what confused me more was why was I there? We entered a room I heard someone say was the servants quarters and as we did so I froze in place.
-More people-
-of cores more people-
Spoke Marry
-What were you thinking. The asylums were empty?-
"no, but-"
"what are you doing standing there. Go on. Get it"
The chaser pushes in making me fall hard on the ground. The floor so polished made me slide quite a bit almost near a girl that was asleep or something and another trying to wake her. I fearfully backed away, but notice they meant no harm.
"is she ok?" I asked half mumbled... not sure is she was sleeping or something worse.
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W03Z
Official Inmate
"I'm running with the wolves tonight." -Aurora
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Post by W03Z on May 26, 2017 1:45:02 GMT
"That's what we're trying to figure out," I say. I am afraid for W02Y, she didn't look sick when she passed out, she looked...scared. All the inmates are hovering nervously around us.
I look at the new girls, beckoning them over to me. They likely won't respond, perhaps they won't even speak like inmate W11Y. But any help we can get would be wonderful. I find I have become rather attached to these inmates I have known for a short time. I didn't think I could ever love outside my wolf family, but I feel I could never abandon these girls...
The new arrivals are quite pretty, as are all the girls in the servant's quarters. I believe I hear W01L calling us 'Opheliacs', whatever that means. I shall hope that beauty and brains are plenty in this group of girls, I can use all the help I can get navigating this (in)human world.
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Inmate W11Y
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Must apologize for my absence. Right hand still healing after surgery. 😥
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Post by Inmate W11Y on May 26, 2017 2:24:27 GMT
I can't help but look. I'm always looking. My eyes dash to W03Z, questioningly. She looks wild. I like wild. So I look wild?
Stanislas snickers, blinking non existent eyes, then winks. "Go, go. They're here, as well as you, girlie." Phlegmy laugh resonates in my head, but the drops are distracting and my eyes wander.
W03Z's eyes catch mine. The chaser spits in the corner and leans back. I don't think he thinks much. He doesn't see me, and that thrills me.
Hop 2 3, hop, hop, and my own smirk, I twirl towards W03Z. Disjointedly, feeling as if the rags that bind my wrists were gossamer-y wings, and I'm free. But free of What?
"Weeeeeeeeeee!", the sing song expression escapes my lips. The chaser looks up, shaking his head as he croaks, "Crazy slattern...", more spitting. I don't care.
W03Z stares, darkened eyes alert. Oh but she looks wild. Bisque tinged under the droplets that adorn her body, but wild. A smile forms on my lips as I come to a full stop in front of her, tilting my head to the side, in a mockery of humanity.
She looks at me, her hair slowly catching the light. "Oh, but you're a wild child, aren't you?", my voice slithers out like a silky serpent. Rolling my eyes at the ceiling, I gesture grandiously. "Welcome, or welcome me, to this house of normalcy! ", I whisper.
I think or imagine that I think she stares at me quizzically. For who could really welcome anyone to this collective yet personal kind of hell.
"You're not alone...", from the shadows, Stanislas breaks. Yes, I'm not alone.
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W03Z
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"I'm running with the wolves tonight." -Aurora
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Post by W03Z on May 26, 2017 2:37:06 GMT
I catch W11Y's eyes. She's looking at me in an...admiring way? I can't really tell.
She hops towards me, and I am excited by the light-hearted motion. I see so little happiness (or whatever emotion she is experiencing) in the Asylum, but I can't help but be excited in the omega quarters. (As far as I'm concerned, 'omega' is a fine word for 'servant'. But that doesn't mean the doctors will ever be my alphas.) Whatever W04V fears...it isn't upon us, not yet. I suppose I should be tending to W02Y, but as it seems that no one knows what to do, I hop on a nearby bed and drop into a play-bow, an old habit from the wild and the way wolves communicate 'playfulness'.
"Weeeeeeeeeee!" she sings, and I softly howl along, ignoring the Chaser. I shake my long hair out wildly, inviting myself into her game. "Oh, but you're a wild child, aren't you?"
I will forever love the inmates. They are the only ones that acknowledge my wildness. As much as I stare, quizzically, at her, I also can't hide my smile. She stands beside the bed I'm on, and I lean my head against her leg. "Thank you," I whisper, for her words are some of the kindest I've heard in a while.
The Asylum will never be a house of normalcy, but the feeling of companionship, of sisterhood, between the inmates is more natural than the sunlight breaking through the trees. 'Shivelight', I believe I once heard a zoo-visitor call that light. What a pretty word.
I look into W11Y's eyes and try desperately to communicate, with all the wild energy I have, 'You are not alone.'
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W06L
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Post by W06L on May 26, 2017 18:19:28 GMT
When we go into the room, I see the wolf spirited woman pounce on a bed. I crave her innocence. The moment I see how it's set up I knew what was to happen. The man who murdered my family, if I had just accepted him at least they'd be alive and my body would only he sold to one man however brutal. I start singing a new song, one to bring peace to the wolf. To give her a bit more pieces of beauty before our fate.
"Run with me, play with me, the old before and the strong behind. Howl our song to the moon, to our pack, and we will be free"
As I sing I sit at one of the chairs and stare at my reflection. My beauty has been ravaged my mistreatment, malnourishment, and despair. My hair is still uneven from where it had burned off in the fire. I stare at the flowers meant for our hair. I used to put flowers in my hair as I danced and sang in the forest, putting them in my little brothers hair and telling him stories of the fey. There is nothing left of that free and life loving girl. The woman in the mirror is nothing but a sad and broken farcical remnant. I start to apply the cosmetics and start braiding my hair with the flowers. Anything to bring less of the attention of our catchers, maybe attract one of the kinder clients. If there was such a creature. I keep singing the song of a pack, tears streaming down my face. I wish I could protect her, and protect the woman who so valiantly stood up for me. But there is nothing to be done.
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W10R
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Post by W10R on May 26, 2017 19:53:09 GMT
I stayed compressed against the wall as things happen around me. So many strange things. Kindness? Does that still exists? I can see it as inmates comfort each other.
-you've seen this before-
Says Marry
-you've seen this so called kindness from other people and what do they do? Take from you.-
"Maybe they won't"
I whisper to myself
"It seams sincere. Like they actually care for
-ANYONE can preten. Anyone can seem harmless.-
"But you don't understand. I can feel it too"
-you never learn do you-
I walked towards the inmate sitting in front of the mirror, ignoring what Merry says. I slowly aproche her trying to not startle her.
"You sing beautifully"
I said, trying to interact. I must give this lady's a chance. For as I have mentioned before, i can feel their caring is real.
I reached for one of the flowers.
"May I put this flower in your hair?"
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W05W
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Post by W05W on May 26, 2017 19:57:00 GMT
As the scene unfolds in the bathing court, a chaser leads a new inmate out of the Asylum. "Got a new one 'ere!", he shouts, "The Madam said we'll skip quarantine and put 'er straight into the gallery! She's still clean from 'ome!"
The girl, W05W, is shoved up alongside the others, eyes downcast. She is stripped of her own clothing and given a quick scrub, though unnecessary, and pulled to the side to be outfitted in Asylum uniform. She is left by the laundry to shiver in the cool morning air, as the others are prepared for the show.
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W04V
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Post by W04V on May 26, 2017 20:01:03 GMT
I am frozen in place at the realization of what is before us.
This was never meant to happen! I am a valued member of society, this is below me!
I am seeing red, so afraid to move as I might devolve into complete hysterics. The other girls around me continue to move and chat, but I do not hear them. Suddenly, the girl I've come to know as W02Y falls to the ground, struggling to take in air.
I have melted awake and I am livid.
"Get on your feet, you can't lose your wits now." I grab her by the shoulders attempting to drag her to her feet, gently pushing W03Z out of the way. I am much weaker than I remember. Over the din of panic in our little corner of the room I hear a few girls mention something called 'opheliacs' as they begin putting on their rouges.
"What in the bloody hell is an opheliac?" I shout, trying to help W02Y stand on her own two feet. "Are we not being made into common whores?"
The drunker of the two Chaser lets out an ugly gwaff of a laugh. "Not on god's green ert' missy! You's gonna puts on a show!"
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W01L
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Post by W01L on May 26, 2017 20:15:19 GMT
I realise I've been stood by the door watching all the commotion going on for some time now. A chaser has noticed too and starts walking over to me. I shake my head, trying to gain enough focus to work out what I am meant to be doing. Some girls have claimed beds, and are now applying rouge to their cheeks and lips. I walk over to the nearest unclaimed table, and the chaser returns to his place in the corner of the room. I have only ever worn make up once before. My sister was invited to a ball, and while she was getting ready she rouged my cheeks and my lips and told me I looked beautiful. When my mother saw me she made me wash my face and told me I was too young for such things. Well I guess I must be old enough for it now.
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Post by W02Y on May 26, 2017 20:18:33 GMT
the waters are muddy and I am floating
Above all malice, all evil
Everything is mixing together
Ink and water
Music and noise
Nature...
Why is human nature so cruel
I start to hear a screeching sound, closer and closer until it becomes unbearable
I can't breath. I grasp for air as if I was drowning
I looked up and saw a familiar face, but I could not react. I was in a trance like state.
After some seconds I recognize the face as W03Z, there are girls around us trying to understand what has just happened, I remember seeing W04V screaming something about Ophelia(?)
I can see they were worried about me, even though they are as scared as I am.
I mean something to them, and they to me.
They are my sisters, the ones I've never had.
I began to accept my fate and march with them to our demise.
The Rouge. Color of blood, our blood.
It's our war paint, our own blood makes us beautiful. How ironic...
We will make through this, we have to.
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Inmate W11Y
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Must apologize for my absence. Right hand still healing after surgery. 😥
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Post by Inmate W11Y on May 26, 2017 20:20:52 GMT
Wild child. Yes, this is a wild child and I'm delighted. Her wispy mane beckons me. Her howl caresses my madness. I do recognize my madness. It's coiled, but this child of the wilderness accepts it. It lashes out, happy at this bright flame. W03Z smiles, but her eyes betrays a sharp mind. This one is wild, but she's not tainted by madness. No, she's not. She's misunderstood but far from mad. She's outside of society, but not marred by the stains of insanity. My legs move, climbing into the bed, kneeling in front of her. I lean over, secretly, and gently whisper into her ear, "I see you, wolfen one. I know your secret...", a soft chuckle escaping my cracked lips. Oh but but how bright is this flame. I wish to protect it, for darkness approaches. Stanislas knows. I can feel his empty eye sockets on me. Darkness is near. |
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W03Z
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"I'm running with the wolves tonight." -Aurora
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Post by W03Z on May 26, 2017 20:22:23 GMT
Once I feel that W02Y is well cared for, I curl up on a bed, listening to W06L sing one of the most gorgeous songs I've ever heard, praising the wild. I am amazed by the soft fabric pulled over the mattress, is it...a sheet? I've heard about sheets from the inmates with good lives before the Asylum. Never thought I'd ever touch one...W11Y kneels beside me, whispers in my ear that she knows my secret. I smile, it feels good to share the wildness, for without a pack I fear the wild fire in my heart will exstinguish. She understands...no, THEY understand.
I tuck my legs against my side, and lay in my usual wolf-position with my forelegs spread out in front of me. I do not understand why everyone refers to forelegs as 'arms'. Do they not serve the same purpose as legs.
I am preparing to role around in the newfound softness, marking the bed with my scent, when I hear the Chaser say something about a 'show'.
"Show?" I ask. "What show?" Some of the other inmates look nervous.
The Chaser laughs, then moves forward and grabs me roughly by the arm. "They's puttin' you's in a cage like the dirty dog you ar'."
I scramble back, shaking with terror, because I can read the truth in his eyes. A wave of panic rushes over me, and the Chaser laughs at my horrified expression. "NO!" I howl. "Not the cages! Not the zoo! Not again! Not again!" Painful flashbacks fill my head, the pointing, the laughing, worst of all, the painful loneliness with only my still-mute little brother to keep me company in a too-tiny cage. I am in hysterics, panting now. This can't happen, not again, never again...
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W05W
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Post by W05W on May 26, 2017 20:42:03 GMT
I watch from the corner as a girl with wild hair is assaulted by one of these men I've heard called "chasers". I recoil in fear, hoping to go unnoticed. We are to be put in cages? What is our crime, for all I see are lovely girls being roughed about by these horrible men. The cold eye of the Madam always watching us. He said something about a show? I've never seen a show. What will we do? Will it be like one of the stories I read, sequestered in my husbands chambers? I want to ask but I am afraid to make my presence known. I would rather be invisible to these brutes. My eyes shift about, trying to make sense of this scene, trying to find a friendly face among the chaos.
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Inmate W11Y
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Must apologize for my absence. Right hand still healing after surgery. 😥
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Post by Inmate W11Y on May 26, 2017 20:51:25 GMT
Horror petrifies. The wild child is taken. Dragged from her nest like an animal. The chaser smirking as he tells her she's to be treated as a freak in a show. My body is paralyzed. My hands hold to a few strands of her mane as her screams echo through the chamber, beating the plaster of the walls in her desperation. I just can't move.
My eyes dart, but suddenly glaze over. Stanislas warning breaks through the cacophony present inside my head, "Don't you move, girlie", he whispers. As if I could move. Stupid Stanislas. All I can do is stare, face a masque of perfect bisque porcelain. But... but... why?
I stand in the bed, squaring my shoulders as my raspy voice, seemingly detached, demands of the chaser, "Now where do you's think yer takin' that child, sewer slug?!"
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