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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Jun 18, 2012 19:07:14 GMT -8
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Post by Brittany on Jul 3, 2012 17:57:58 GMT -8
She's sitting in her dark cell, humming to herself and staring at the sky through the small rectangular window. She hasn't heard anyone's voice beside her own in what feels like forever and the woman who peeks in at her from time to time hasn't come by. She has no idea what day it is or the hour; she only knows it's light out and she's not being manhandled by brutish nurses in white dresses.
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Post by Brittany on Sept 11, 2012 19:40:12 GMT -8
BELLE
Belle lay curled on her side on the padded mattress bench in her cell. She spent a lot of her time this way, mostly thinking, and trying not to go completely mad in her solitude. She had no idea why she was in there or what she had done to get put in that padded cell, but it had to have been horrible for such a punishment. It couldn't be anything other than that. She didn't think she was mad, but then do mad people know when they are a few cards shy of a full deck?
She didn't know what day it was or what the time was, or even what month. It could be the height of summer for all she knew. Her window only let her glimpse the sky. And today she'd had a visitor. Or was it yesterday? Time really didn't mean anything in there. But that same woman who sometimes came to peer in through the window box on her cell door appeared again. Belle sometimes thought she imagined her, since her visits were never regular. And the way to woman looked at her, with such coldness...it sent chills through her. She was glad the woman rarely came to see her.
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Post by The Jester Of Tortuga on Sept 17, 2012 21:37:51 GMT -8
The Mad Hatter/Jefferson
Jefferson had spent most of his time in Storybrooke either making hats or watching and in doing so became familair with most peoples routines. He also watched in a hope that somehow he could find something that would help him get back home with Grace and in doing so found himself here at Storybrooke General. Regina sporadically came here, though he had no idea why. Hatter had followed Regina here on multiple occasions always finding her heading to the basement and that was where he intended to go. Acuiring the white jacket was easy enough and sneaking around didn't attract any suspicion, even walking past the nurse's station to go to the basement hadn't brought him any undesired attention. As he descended the stairs he found a collection of cells awaiting him on the landing, Jefferson moved along checking the cells all of which were empty until he opened a flap which gave view to a of a woman with brown hair. "What did you do to piss Regina off in a past life I wonder?" Jefferson asked himself quizzically unsure of the state of the woman in the cell.
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Post by Brittany on Sept 22, 2012 12:55:18 GMT -8
BELLE
Belle looked up when she saw the flap to the window on her cell door open. It was a man instead of the woman who usually visits. She sat up and looked at him curiously, wondering who he was and why he was there. Was he a doctor? She couldn't discern anything about him and for once she wished the window was bigger than it was. "Hello?"
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Post by The Jester Of Tortuga on Sept 25, 2012 2:52:32 GMT -8
The Mad Hatter/Jefferson
"Hello?"
Jefferson peered through the small window into the room, the woman was attractive even through the visible 'scars' Regina had left on her from the exhaustion of the room. Hatter placed his hand on his neck before running his fingers along the scar that circled his neck.
"Hello my dear." Jefferson said calmly
He didn't recognize this woman from his home land though there were many he didn't and it was only by doing some research that he was able to connect the dots and work out who everyone was. The biggest question regarding her was simply why? Why was she in here, the only prisoner in prison. Jefferson wouldn't put it past Regina that this particular prison was designed to torture someone else, but who?
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Post by Brittany on Oct 11, 2012 13:56:48 GMT -8
BELLE
She got off her padded cot and made her way to the door, peering at the little window. "Are you a doctor?"
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Post by The Jester Of Tortuga on Oct 12, 2012 5:04:13 GMT -8
The Mad Hatter/Jefferson
"Are you a doctor?"
Jefferson smiled at her as she approached "That's debateable but some would say I belong here with you, they same I'm as mad as a march hare." Jefferson looked around her cell trying to pick up on anything he could use to decode who exactly she really was. "What can you tell me about the woman who visits you?"
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Post by Brittany on Oct 12, 2012 7:32:04 GMT -8
BELLE
She looked at him in confusion, he really hadn't answered her question at all. And then he was asking about that woman. How did he know about her? Maybe he was a doctor. Who else would know who visits her?
"I don't- I don't know. She just comes to look at me once in a while; she never says anything." Belle tugged her sweater tighter around herself as she recalled the evil look in the woman's eyes.
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Post by The Jester Of Tortuga on Oct 15, 2012 17:58:19 GMT -8
The Mad Hatter/Jefferson
"I don't- I don't know. She just comes to look at me once in a while; she never says anything."
"Typical Regina coming to reveal in her success of the curse." Jefferson thought back to his world and tried to think of whose ultimate curse would be to lose their freedom and while he could think of some none seem to match the woman that stood before him tugging on her sweater. Jefferson put his hand on the door handle and left it there unsure if he should open it. "Who are you?" Jefferson asked quietly.
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Post by Brittany on Oct 17, 2012 15:08:30 GMT -8
BELLE
She hesitated, making as if to answer, but stopped before she could say anything. No one's ever bothered to ask her name before and she when she thought about it, she just drew a blank. She didn't have a name, at least not one she could remember. "I don't know."
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Post by The Jester Of Tortuga on Oct 17, 2012 16:41:39 GMT -8
The Mad Hatter/Jefferson
A part of Jefferson envied how she couldn't recall anything it was torture being one of the few in Storybrooke with the knowledge of what transpired. It annoyed him though that she couldn't help him figure out who she was, of all the people who had crossed Regina she saved special cruses for those who had a 'special' connection with her, Jefferson knew that first hand and coincidentally a lesson he had learned twice. As Jefferson thought he ran his fingers along the scar across his neck. "You have to know something..." Jefferson's voice slightly rose as he spoke "You have to, there must be something that stayed with you from the previous world to this one! A memory, an inherent trait, something you love and cant explain why, tell me!"
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Post by Brittany on Oct 17, 2012 18:53:19 GMT -8
BELLE
She flinched back a bit at his tone. Why was he yelling at her? She didn't know why she couldn't recall her own name; she's never really been able to. Never really wondered. All she had were the padded walls of her cell for as long as she could remember. "I- I, um, I like roses." Or she thought she did. No one ever brought her flowers.
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Post by Storyteller on Dec 14, 2014 19:32:24 GMT -8
Psychiatric Ward
"You have to know something..." "You have to, there must be something that stayed with you from the previous world to this one! A memory, an inherent trait, something you love and cant explain why, tell me!"
*Previous Belle Post*
She flinched back a bit at his tone. Why was he yelling at her? She didn't know why she couldn't recall her own name; she's never really been able to. Never really wondered. All she had were the padded walls of her cell for as long as she could remember. "I- I, um, I like roses." Or she thought she did. No one ever brought her flowers.
"And books. But they don't let me read." She had the feeling that no matter what she said, she wasn't going to find the right answer for this man. But something he said had struck her. "What do you mean 'the world previous to this one'?" She wrung her hands, waiting for a reply but barging on when it seemed like the man wasn't going to answer. "Why is my identity so important to you? Who is that woman who keeps coming here?"
It was like opening a floodgate. After so much solitude, now having a real, living person in front of her and talking to her...something inside of her was demanding answers.
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Post by Storyteller on Dec 28, 2014 20:33:17 GMT -8
Psychiatric Ward
Hours passed since the strange man left her, never answering her questions. There was a sadness within her now. More so than before. Loneliness was much easier to tolerate when one was not exposed to human contact. She took to pacing the small room. Bed to wall, door to window. Bed, wall, door, window. Bed, wall, door, window. She laughed to herself. She likely would look mental if anyone chose that moment to peer through the observation glass. Her feet stopped at the window in the wall. The one that led to the outside. Barred, unable to get one's arm through but enough so that she could see the warm sun during the day and the stars at night. And the clock tower that never moved just in the distance. She wondered if anyone else noticed it's stillness or if she was the only one, in her solitude.
How she wished they would bring her a book.
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Post by Storyteller on May 31, 2015 22:32:34 GMT -8
Psychiatric Ward
Something was happening.
Somehow she could feel it. There were no visitors to her cell, no sounds coming from beyond the door to alert her. Still, she could tell it was true.
The clock moved.
It meant something. But what? She had no idea. It could be nothing. But it had to be something. "Perhaps someone fixed it," she wondered, uncertain whether the thought had been in her mind or if she'd spoken it aloud. Not much caring either way as there was no one to hear her if it had been spoken to the cold cinderblock walls. She stood on her bed, a longing stare cast out the grate-covered window toward the clock tower.
It meant something. It meant something to her. 'Hope.'
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Jun 3, 2015 15:33:32 GMT -8
Psychiatric Ward
Nothing was happening.
Leroy was fighting with death from boredom, while watching Walter, the security guard, who was sharing nightshift with him, sleeping in his chair. Leroy let out a snide hissing sound. What kind of a jerk did hire this guy? All the time since Leroy was doing this job (and it had to be a horrible long time, as he actually didn't remember to ever did something else), Walter overslept his shift. And not only the nightshifts. But well, wasn't his problem. If he cared about others, he maybe would have wondered about the reasons. But as said, if he cared.
The hours passed and the moment of quitting time approached. Only quarter of an hour left. His attendance was as superfluous as always within the nightshift. Though he nearly got over with it, his eyes started to snap shut, as a cracking sound let him wake with a start. Has that been the sound of a broken light bulb? At least it was all dark in the room.
"Walter?", Leroy asked to his side, received a quite snore instead of a reply. Jeez, this guy really wasn't worth the payment. He would have give him the chop several times. With a shake of his head Leroy stood up, turning on the flashlight he always wore at his belt. With a roll of his eyes he walked over to the door and entered the floor, heading to the nearest breaker box. Of course Leroy was aware of the fact, that a power blackout within a hospital could be devastating, but he also was aware of the emergency generators holding enough power to at least keep the patients off from dying for some hours. Leroy didn't take long to get to the breaker box.
"Lemme see, you little quitting time disturber...", he mumbled, while pushing up the fuses. The light switched on again. Just as Leroy wanted to push up the last down fuse, the red flashing of an indicator light distracted him. Leroy turned around, still the flashlight in his hand, though it wasn't needed anymore. His gaze was aimed at a safety door, which was leading to the psychiatric ward, if he remembered right. To be honest, he never walked through. And he also never saw anyone walking through. He even wasn't sure, if anyone was behind. If so, nobody seemed to care.
With a shrug of his shoulders Leroy turned back around to the fuse, as a quite noise made him pause another time. Did it came from behind the door? Usually he wasn't extremely curious, but somewhat said him, that something odd was going on behind these doors. Leroy had a short look around, before he closed the covering of the breaker box and headed towards the psychiatric ward, able to open the door.
In wonderment to see this part of the hospital for the very first time in all the years he worked for it, he roamed through the sparse lighted corridor. Another noise made him stop. Was that the sound of a coffee vending machine?! Was someone here walking around? Leroy went down a narrow stair, passing a desk with an empty chair behind. This was looking like a reception desk. But no one was there.
Leroy continued his walk, totally forgot about his quitting time, as he reached a small floor with only one single door on it. Did it lead to another floor or was a room behind it? Man, what was he doing here at all? A sudden voice prevented him from leaving.
"Perhaps someone fixed it,"
"Someone there?", Leroy asked through the closed door, turned back at it. "Was just a blackout. I fixed it.", he added with an explanation, when nobody was answering. He felt a little ridiculous speaking with a closed door though. Maybe a patient of the psychiatric ward? A maniac?
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Post by Storyteller on Jul 7, 2015 12:53:23 GMT -8
"Someone there?"
She nearly lost her footing at the voice, catching herself before she could tumble to the floor. With wide eyes, she lowered herself to the bed, her gaze leveled at the metal door. The small window remained shut but someone was speaking through it.
To her? Could someone be speaking to her?
"Was just a blackout. I fixed it."
Should she answer? What if she is just imagining it? Is she hearing things? Is she truly losing her mind?
Maybe.
Probably.
But there was a chance.
"H-Hello?" Her feet slowly crept towards the door. Towards the voice. "I'm here."
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Jul 25, 2015 5:46:04 GMT -8
"H-Hello?", finally an answer was sounding through the closed door. For a moment Leroy has been about to leave, as he thought that he maybe just imagined the voice. Well, it was a long night after all. "I'm here."
But there really was someone behind the door. Leroy wondered, if this was the only patient. But then, why this ward was interlocked with such a safety system for only one single person? In addition, this voice didn't sound like it would belong to a chain saw murderer or something.
"Are you alright?", Leroy asked, coming closer to the door, as he wasn't sure how hearable his voice was through that metal door. Was that an odd question? Well, this was an odd situation anyway. But this lovely voice from the inside somehow told him, that something really strange was going on here. Leroy was waiting for an answer, as he wasn't sure what to say at last.
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Post by Storyteller on Sept 8, 2015 19:43:52 GMT -8
"Are you alright?"
The question caught her off guard. No one ever cared to ask. Not that many had ever spoken to her but she doubted they would have.
Her vision blurred as a coating of ridiculous tears filled her eyes, the emotion unexpected. Why did this man care? Did she know him? She tried to remember but, as always, anything before this room was a complete haze. Like she'd never been anywhere else.
He was waiting for her to answer. His breathing outside the metal door told her that whoever he was, he was still there. She didn't know how to respond. Was she alright? Physically, she supposed she was fine. Mentally? She didn't feel like she was crazy. Well, she usually didn't. But there had to be a reason she was here, right? "I....I don't know," she replied honestly, "Who are you?"
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Sept 16, 2015 13:22:28 GMT -8
Some minutes of silence made Leroy almost believe that he could have only imagined the voice out of the usual sleep deprivation of the nightshift.
"I....I don't know,", finally an answer sounded from behind the door.
She didn't know? Maybe his question has been kinda odd, but her answer was even more.
"Who are you?"
"Äh... I'm Leroy. The janitor.", Leroy replied a little awkward, inwardly asking himself, if it really was a good idea to come here. What should he say to this woman? She was talking too... well, normal... to let him believe she was out of her mind. But who would lock someone up in the psych ward for no reason? Not even the mayoress would... wouldn't she?
Leroy had a look around the corridor, in which the light was flickering from time to time, before he turned his attention back to the closed door in front of him.
"How long have ya been here, sister?", he suddenly asked. Somehow the odd feeling about something strange was going on here didn't let up on him.
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Post by Storyteller on Sept 26, 2015 9:09:41 GMT -8
"Äh... I'm Leroy. The janitor."
A name to go with the voice, though not the one she expected. It didn't suit him as well as- Her mind drew a blank. It was strange thought in and of itself as she didn't know what she had been expecting him to say.
She wished that she had a name to return to him. That seemed like the proper protocol when doing introductions. But she had none to give and was more than relieved when Leroy continued without asking.
"How long have ya been here, sister?"
She tried to think back to the day they brought her here, time spent in the sunshine before four cinder block walls obscured its rays, but it felt like she had lived her entire life in this desolate cell. How was she meant to explain to Leroy that as far as she knew, she had been born in the very room in which she now stood for she had no memory of anything else?
"As long as I can remember." Weariness crept into her voice, the woman unaware that it reflected the same emotion that now marred her beautiful face.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Sept 26, 2015 10:30:18 GMT -8
Leroy was waiting for any reply from behind the door in silence. For one moment he was almost up to ask if she was still there. But that really would have been an odd question. Of course she was. Where shall she go?
"As long as I can remember.", finally her voice raised up again. Her answer made Leroy kinda sad, even though he usually didn't care for others at all. But as long as she remembered being locked up in a cell? This thought let even him shiver.
"Uh... Is there somethin' I can do for ya?", Leroy suddenly felt the need to ask. Another odd question for sure. She probably won't reply with Oh yes, a pizza and a coke please...
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Post by Storyteller on Sept 26, 2015 15:37:57 GMT -8
"Uh... Is there somethin' I can do for ya?"
She wasn't proud of it, but the first thought that came to her mind was suspicion. Why did Leroy want to help her? Was this all because of that woman who sometimes came to watch her? The malevolent gleam of that woman's gaze pierced right through her with a gleeful vengeance. She didn't know why the woman hated her so. Any memory that she had of her was from the little flap on the cell door. Was her hatred enough that she could have put Leroy up to this, to hurt her captive more? To try to tempt her to ask for help only to deny it at the last moment?
But Leroy didn't sound like the kind of man who would do that. It could have been her lack of interaction, a desperate need to connect with someone, but Leroy's voice sounded warm and kind- though a little gruff on the surface. And even if he was sent here- there was little more that could hurt her.
Her feet shuffled across the floor, closing the distance to the door so that she was just on the other side. She couldn't ask Leroy to risk himself to free her. He could lose his job....or worse. And she had no where to go. No idea of what to do. But maybe there was something that he could do for her. "This may sound very strange...maybe even crazy," her voice broke off, doubt about her own sanity once again worming its way into her mind. But if she could get Leroy's help, maybe she would know once and for all. She took a deep breath, steadying her voice before she continued, "I don't know who I am or why I'm here. Maybe you could...if you happen to come across anything that might..."
She couldn't finish her sentence as a hard lump of emotion took form in her throat. "I just want to know who I am."
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Sept 26, 2015 17:00:14 GMT -8
Leroy was waiting. Seconds passed. Minutes. Eventually he thought about saying something else, but then, he didn't know what. Maybe he shouldn't be here at all. Actually he most definitely shouldn't. But he was. Because the electricity failed.
After some more minutes Leroy suddenly heard a noise behind the door. Was she moving? For a moment he feared to have done something terrible wrong. But then, the person behind that door couldn't get through it anyway. And in addition, it was just a normal woman, as it seemed.
"This may sound very strange...maybe even crazy,", suddenly her voice raised again. This time Leroy had to listen very carefully, as her voice seemed to break off and getting quieter with every further word. His ear right in front of the door, they were as close to each other as possible. "I don't know who I am or why I'm here. Maybe you could...if you happen to come across anything that might..."
"Miss?", Leroy asked, when she didn't finish the sentence and he wasn't sure if she still was alright.
"I just want to know who I am."
She didn't know who she was? Either she was pretty much crazy indeed, or went through a really bad past. Or even both.
Just as Leroy was about to reply to the woman, a sudden noise from out of the corridor made him hold his words back. Someone else seemed to be here. Someone from the staff? He wasn't allowed to be here anyway. But he also couldn't just leave without any word. And so he said something probably imprudent.
"You hear me? I've to leave now. But I promise to come back for ya and to tell ya who you are." Leroy said that with such an enthusiasm, that he wouldn't have believed to say it, if he hadn't heard it coming out of his own mouth. "Keep a stiff upper lip, sister."
And with these words and the approaching noise from the corridor, Leroy let up on the door. Luckily the direction the noise was coming from wasn't the one he came from. So he hurried to get out of this ward, taking the same way led him here.
**Leroy exits to Stroybrooke - General Hospital**
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Post by Storyteller on Sept 26, 2015 17:27:53 GMT -8
She heard the noise too. It was clear even through the door. Someone was coming. But rather than leaving without another word, Leroy's urgent voice once again came through.
"You hear me? I've to leave now. But I promise to come back for ya and to tell ya who you are." "Keep a stiff upper lip, sister."
She believed him. The determination in his voice- Leroy was going to help her. He would do it. A small, rare smile appeared on her lips- was this the first time she had ever smiled? Leroy was long gone by the time she responded to him in a hushed tone, "I hear you."
The sound of the coarse broom sweeping across the floor came closer but she barely heard it now as she crossed the room to look back out the window.
The clock was moving. Things were changing. Hope was here.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Dec 10, 2017 17:44:35 GMT -8
Several hours pass and it is now the evening after the clock started moving.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Jun 5, 2018 21:12:55 GMT -8
The night passes and it is now Tuesday morning,
two days after the clock started moving.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Jan 18, 2020 14:56:34 GMT -8
The rest of Tuesday passes uneventfully.
It is now Wednesday, October 26, 2011, early morning.
Three days after the clock started moving
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Apr 2, 2022 20:50:00 GMT -8
The rest of Wednesday passes uneventfully.
It is now Thursday, October 27, 2011, early morning.
Four days after the clock started moving
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