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My power grows exponentially each day as we come nearer to Halloween.
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@rivaan I mean, Virginia is again always down for murder. :P Could set him up to have an 'accident.' Virginia is aware that Ratherford is despicable, plus what Mrs. Wyndham says indicates Milli's going to marry him. That enough would be motive for a Crypt to take care of matters.

Plus, Rutherford dragged James into this. Virginia is very protective of her little arsonist of a brother. ^^
@Lady Amalthea Will edit that ^^

And no rush! Rest. The flu's hell.
@Lady Amalthea I was going to save her as a back-up, but I really want to use her so.... Here goes nothing. :P

@Lady Amalthea ^_^

Now if only Morg was there too lol


Jaina Sarbye

Location: Justice Asylum For The Criminally Insane: the Ludwig Building


Jaina chuckled slightly, looking as best as she could at Cynthia's latest masterpiece. The orderlies seemed to be more focused on keeping the fellow from bleeding all over the place than keeping her out of the way, and that was just fine in Jaina's book. Eavesdropping on the conversation, Jaina had an almost dreamy look on her face, as if she was floating on cloud nine.

"Make new friends...and break the old...." Jaina sang softly to herself, shrugging her shoulders as she giggled more and more. Cynthia had made an amazing portrait, one that she wished they could keep forever! She simply didn't understand, Jaina, that the injury was one that could cause death, for she did not understand what death was. It was one of the principle reasons that kept her safe from the electric chair.

At the mention of FBI, Jaina's ears perked up. The FBI and a knife? She almost did a backflip with joy. It had been ages since she had had a good romp, a good thrill! Here in the asylum, she couldn't do nearly as much as she pleased, and her friends from the circus had ceased writing to her ages ago. Peering up over the shoulders of orderlies and nurses, Jaina waved enthusiastically at Cynthia, seeing her friend pouting.

Pouting? But why should Cynthia be sad? Had she not just made the most beautiful picture? It didn't make any sense to Jaina, but if there was anything she hated, it was to see her friend so sad. Swaying ever so slightly, she closed her eyes, listening to a song that only she could hear. Opening her eyes, Jaina mimicked an announcer's voice. "I vot, v yeye kaliforniyskom debyute, Udivitel'naya Avrora!"

She took a slight bow, and winked at Cynthia, as she pulled off her necklace and took out her bobby pin. Both of them had been allowed through in asylum policies, but with Jaina's rap sheet, it wasn't the best of ideas. Grinning widely, like the cat that ate the canary, Jaina attempted to stick them into one of the orderly's jugular, beaming at Cynthia all the while.

"Cheer up~! No one can steal your happiness, Cynth!"

Iris Kingston

Location: Heading To Justice Asylum For The Criminally Insane


Her phone was flooded with messages as she sat in the back of the Uber, nervously tugging on her hair the longer she was away from the asylum. Of course, only a few of the messages were from the nurses on duty, informing her of what happened. The rest of them were a long chain of worried texts from her brother, followed up by calls which she declined, and then more messages. The more he attempted to get into contact with her, the more guilty she felt.

But she couldn't work with her older brother worried about her every moment. If he knew that her patient had attempted murder, removing someone's eyeball, she doubted she'd ever get to work in the asylum again. He'd wear her down until she resigned, maybe even bribe her with a position in his company. And at the same time, she'd fail Cynthia. She wouldn't be there for the misguided soul who needed her help.

"Merde," Iris cursed, noticing as the calls from her brother stopped. In her mind, there was only one reason for that--he was likely calling distant relatives in the area, as if they could somehow find out what happened at Iris' work. She didn't see her distant cousins, Cecily and Ethan, all too often--but she figured they'd both get a nervous Darcy on the phone shortly enough.

Once the uber arrived at the asylum, Iris let out a sigh of relief, and practically ran inside. "Where's my patient? Where's Cynthia?" Iris asked, the very second she got inside. She was tugging on her hair still with nerves, knowing that Cynthia could easily be facing spending the rest of her life in isolation. No one deserved that to happen to them--not if Iris could help it.


Cecily Ashworth

Location: the Morgue


Waving at Caesar as he returned, Cecily gave him the rundown on everything she had learned. She informed him that the FBI agent was going to either the morgue or the hospital, that her roommate, the sister of one of the people killed in the drive-by, was with him. Once she finished recounting all of it, she sat her phone down and let out a sigh. She hated phone calls.

And almost like fate heard her, her phone began to buzz incessantly. The number had a British area code, and she closed her eyes for a moment, trying to calm herself down and regain some patience. Odds were, it was some extended family member calling. About what, though, she had no idea. Picking up the phone, she answered it, only to hear a lengthy tirade in French. She barely recognized the caller.

"Okay, calm the fuck down," Cecily instructed, her patience and willingness to talk on the phone rather than text quickly evaporating. "I barely speak French, so say it again, in English." There was a pause, before the situation on the other end was explained. Seemed Iris had some sort of emergency at work and it had Darcy spooked, given that she worked in an asylum in the roughest city in the United States.

"Look, I'm sure she's fine...Yeah, yeah, I'll check in on her when I have a chance," Cecily said, before hanging up the phone. If one more person called her, she'd be liable to scream, and likely would throw the phone across the room and smash it.
*shudders* Yuck. Eyes and teeth man. They get to me.
@Lady Amalthea Might I edit my last post for Cecily, to rephrase the wording at the end per the conversation above?
@Sigil Ah, crap, I think that's my bad. Worded it badly on my end, left it almost too open ended. "once the man returned, she'd tell him that the FBI agent may very well be coming to them--or going to the hospital" was supposed to be more of "once Caesar returned, she told him that the FBI agent may very well be coming to them--or going to the hospital." Messed up with the tenses and made it too vague. Should I request a permission to edit from Lady A then?


Nora Kingston

Location: Garden City - Apartment 301 Maratos Building at No.6 Walda Pasha


Nora froze ever so slightly at the mention of confinement for hysteria. Characters such as the late George Savage preyed on female minds in those asylums, drugging and restraining until everyone left the asylum entirely changed. Female hysteria, as far as Nora could tell, was nothing more than a means of expressing societal power. It was the very threat her father used to keep her in line--behave, or off the bedlam you go. With the card in her hands, Nora glanced down at it.

"Den sórt sin fear idiotic agus sotalach! Féadfaidh sé lobhadh i ifreann!" Nora muttered under her breath, ripping up the card into shreds, and allowing them to fall onto the carpet. Her eyes fell on the medicinal supplies he had left with her, and in that moment, Nora wanted nothing more than to throw the bottles against the wall, and allow them to shatter. A mixture of anger and fear whipped through her, sending her almost into a frenzy. The thought of confinement in the asylum evoked a rage in her that Nora had never quite fully comprehended.

Picking up the bottles the doctor had left with her, Nora raised her arm back, prepared to exact her anger--only for a knock on the door to give her pause. Letting out a deep breath, she closed her eyes for a moment. "Calma tú féin," she instructed herself, before setting down the bottles. It'd make little sense to smash the very things that would keep her from infection, after all. Taking one last minute to compose herself, Nora approached the door, and opened it, only to spot an older woman whom she had never quite met before, but had glimpsed around the building.

"Ah, thank you," Nora replied quietly, a slight smile gracing her face. "Please do allow me to compensate you for this." She stepped back for a moment, and reached into her purse, having a few quid on hand. They weren't Egyptian pounds, but to exchange the British currency was a relatively easy and simple task. "Please do take these."
Post will come up soon-ish, gonna clear off my desk and get to work on it. :P
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