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eachdraidh2014-12-22 11:11 am
digophelia) wrote in eachdraidh2014-12-22 11:11 am
video - open to both courts, backdated to the 20th
I need a broom.
[ Some crunching can be heard. It's late, there's not going to be much of an explanation here, other than Alice's hands look very bad, in bruises and cuts. She continues on like it's nothing. She looks up to the imp and frowns. ]
Or a dustpan. I know this is a pain without a lantern, I'm sorry. Use a handkerchief so you don't cut yourself, alright?
[ Sometimes she feels bad for this imp. Alice goes up to cleaning broken shards of glass, ever so carefully, using a basket as means to pick up pieces. With a huff, more to herself- ]
This is the last time I ever-
[ She stops, of course, to notice the locket is open and shoots a look up to the imp. ]
Don't even think about it. I'm not in the mood for this, it was an accident.
[ With a mutter, Alice's hand goes over it and the locket is promptly clamped shut. Should anyone ask, she'll shift it to voice after getting the rest of the mirror cleaned up. ]
[ Some crunching can be heard. It's late, there's not going to be much of an explanation here, other than Alice's hands look very bad, in bruises and cuts. She continues on like it's nothing. She looks up to the imp and frowns. ]
Or a dustpan. I know this is a pain without a lantern, I'm sorry. Use a handkerchief so you don't cut yourself, alright?
[ Sometimes she feels bad for this imp. Alice goes up to cleaning broken shards of glass, ever so carefully, using a basket as means to pick up pieces. With a huff, more to herself- ]
This is the last time I ever-
[ She stops, of course, to notice the locket is open and shoots a look up to the imp. ]
Don't even think about it. I'm not in the mood for this, it was an accident.
[ With a mutter, Alice's hand goes over it and the locket is promptly clamped shut. Should anyone ask, she'll shift it to voice after getting the rest of the mirror cleaned up. ]
1/2 - action (also tw here for vague mentions of abuse)
[ Alice sucks in a breath, softly closing her eyes. It's not surprising to hear this. In passing, she heard it, even seen it first hand what happened to the women inmates - yes, inmates - of Rutledge. All of the treatments that they thought would cure hysteria, things that gave her nightmares and had her openly crying for the other women. She lucked out, she supposes, because she had been in there for quite some time, that such a thing was never a concern with Alice. Slightly.
She made good on grabbing a knife and hid it. There's only so much someone can take and being left alone with the two pair of male orderlies was horrific enough, especially as she grew older. She just shakes her head. She almost scoffs at the notion that Vanessa something inside of her.
Alice is now shaking her head violently. ]
You don't have anything inside of you.
[ She sees it as an idea put there by a doctor or a nurse. Possibly both and a slew of staff members, using a patient as a medical lecture -- it's been her ordeal by the twin orderlies' uncle, the highest staff member of Rutledge. ]
You are not mad.
[ She doesn't know her well enough, but Alice longed to hear those words and no one had ever told her that. She was left wasted away in Rutledge, her body stunted from the abuse and neglect, thin and pale. Most of all, Alice could barely trust another after that. ]