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Post by Tabitha Gaelyn on Jun 18, 2015 11:56:57 GMT
"I don't want her to tell you!" Abagail swiped her arm across the desk, sending a few papers flying.
Tabitha shreiked and put her hands over her ears again.
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Post by Grace Cantor on Jun 18, 2015 15:07:50 GMT
Very interesting.
If she pressed hard the girl might shut down entirely, a black out or catatonic incident, or possibly even some sort of seizure. Grace contemplated triggering that deliberately. It would not be difficult and Tabitha could be rendered very suggestible during that time. However it was early days yet and Grace wanted to learn more.
"It's alright Tabitha, relax, I won't ask any more of you today. I want to make sure you get all the care you need so I'll be moving you to Floor Three. I'll arrange for that to happen at once, and you'll have a new room and recreation area."
Floor Three was for her special patients. Floor Three patients didn't mingle with the others.
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Post by Tabitha Gaelyn on Jun 18, 2015 19:19:45 GMT
Tabitha didn't remove her hands from her ears until she was sure Abby wasn't going to shout again. This took some time.
"Can I bring my nightlight?" Normally a girl her age would be considered too old for such things.
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Post by Grace Cantor on Jun 18, 2015 21:50:08 GMT
Grace watched her in silence for several seconds too long. Light again, like outside. Darkness makes it harder for her to cope. Harder for her to... tell? Yes.
"Of course you can," she said. "Of course."
She could experiment with darkness later. And its effects.
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Post by Tabitha Gaelyn on Jun 18, 2015 21:54:32 GMT
"Okay.." Abby had left in a huff, gone off to the never-more place. "Okay...where?" Her face was flushed. There was a familiar pulling sensation in her chest, like Abby was tugging at her.
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Post by Grace Cantor on Jun 18, 2015 21:57:19 GMT
"I'll have your things taken up there at once," said Grace, "then you can go settle in."
She smiled at Tabitha.
On the Third Floor they would be able to spend much more time together, Grace would be able to learn so much more, and get so much deeper into the truth of things.
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Post by Tabitha Gaelyn on Jun 18, 2015 22:15:42 GMT
A half hour's time found her curled up in her new room. It was a smallish chamber, with yellow wall paper and a single window, hung with lace curtains. Their was lace edging on her pillow too. The room was less...clinical...than her old one. More permanant feeling. Her things had been unpacked into the plain wardrobe, and her nightlight, a hovering, enchanted orb that shifted colours, was next to the lamp on the stand by her bed.
The curtains waved slightly, even though the window was currently closed. She wasn't sure if it could open at all. The light coming through it wasn't quite right either, but she had not quite noticed.
Abby was still gone. That was a relief. The pull was strong, but it was better than the screaming that would likely continue later.
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Post by Desmond Warren on Jun 18, 2015 22:25:01 GMT
Desmond Warren left his room on the Third Floor. He had more freedom now, now that Healer Cantor had said that he was showing progress, now that his anger was under control. He was even allowed to meet the other patients (though he suspected that some of them might be there to watch him, to report on him).
Not him though.
There was a man in the common area, standing by the window looking out into the grounds. The man was older than Des, in his thirties, a little scruffy looking. His expression haunted. Desmond had never heard the man speak and mentally labelled him "the quiet man."
The Quiet Man was a killer, Des had heard, though he could not remember where he had heard it. The Quiet Man was here in Bethel because he had done dreadful things.
Des did not do dreadful things, and rarely thought about them anymore.
He took a seat in the common area and thought.
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Post by Tabitha Gaelyn on Jun 18, 2015 22:37:51 GMT
Tabitha opened the drawer in her nightstand where she'd put her notebook and sat up.
The air in this room, dspite the everpresent draft, still seemed slightly stale. Out again. That would be best.
She padded down the hall, her slippered feet making soft shhhs on the carpet.
There were one, two; she opened her notebook to a fresh page and wrote "common area," then continued her count, three...no, that one wasn't right. There. That was good. All set. She sat down in an armchair.
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Post by Desmond Warren on Jun 18, 2015 22:42:02 GMT
Desmond looked at the new arrival. At first he thought he recognised her, thought it was... So...someone from before. But it wasn't. It was someone new.
He had no idea if she was the right kind of person or not, but that didn't matter anymore to him. Family, bloodlines, that sort of thing. What mattered was here and now.
"Hello. I'm Desmond Warren," he said, "Who are you?"
The Quiet Man was still looking out of the window, but Des suspected he was listening.
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Post by Tabitha Gaelyn on Jun 18, 2015 22:44:25 GMT
She looked up at him, startled, and double checked. Yes. He was there. "Tabitha." She paused a moment. "Tabitha Gaelyn."
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Post by Desmond Warren on Jun 18, 2015 22:46:22 GMT
He wondered what was wrong with her.
Everyone in Bethel had something wrong with them.
It would be impolite to ask, of course.
"How long have you been here?" he asked, "I've been here..." he frowned. "I'm not sure. A month I think."
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Post by Tabitha Gaelyn on Jun 18, 2015 22:47:29 GMT
"A few weeks. Not too long. I jut got my new room today."
"Who do you have? I mean, which healer?"
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Post by Desmond Warren on Jun 19, 2015 7:37:33 GMT
"Healer Cantor," said Des, "You have too haven't you? We're her special patients her on the Third Floor."
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Post by Tabitha Gaelyn on Jun 19, 2015 10:48:05 GMT
"I didn't realize the whole floor was her patients." She hadn't been listening very carefully, at least not to her. She glanced uncomfortably at the quiet man, then turned back to Desmond. "Why are you here?"
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