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Post by Mad Girl on Sept 18, 2012 20:49:11 GMT -5
Nuri was lucky that she had made her way back to her cell before anyone noticed she was missing. The cell had been empty for about three hours, but she was so quiet that none had bothered to peek in on her. She was, in a way, a very good patient. She didn’t argue with the nurses, doctors, or orderlies. She seemed to take her medication without argument as well, and they never found it under her tongue. This was, in fact, because she hid it in her upper lip against her gums where very few ever bothered to check. She also could very easily slip into the dreams of inmates she’s met in order to ‘stretch her legs’ as it were. And oh how fascinating the dreams of the Arkham inmates were!
So there she was, slowly fading back into view on her bed. A ghost like visage at first but then shortly she was fully formed in flesh. Her pale skin nearly glowed in the inky black of the room. It was another hour and a half before sunrise and three hours before the usual wake up call. She takes her pocket watch necklace and rewinds the clock, setting it to four o’clock and then stopping it from ticking further. Nuri gets to her feet then, one foot in a black and white striped stocking, and the other in pink and white. They are long, reaching up to mid thigh on her slender legs. Her dress is little more than a modified nightgown, long on one side and cut diagonal at the bottom so that it reaches just shy of the top of her stockings. The edge has a pink ruffle that looks as though it has been ripped from something else and cross stitched in place with red thread. The top of the ‘dress’ has the shoulders cut so that it drapes just enough to show the petite tops of her shoulders and displays a rim of faded pink lace with white roses periodically attached to it.. Each rose has a peal in the center and is tipped in sparkly red. There are details sewn or glued in various places too: all in white peal, pink rhinestone, and red buttons. A pink heart is stitched in the center of the chest with red thread, with beads dripping from it as though the bits of shine are blood dripping from it.
Nuri pushes her long red and grey hair behind her ear and shakes it out a bit as she loosens her eyepatch. It has not been cut in some days and reaches full to her waist. She removes the white eyepatch, and then replaces it so that it is covering her dark eye and leaves her normal eye visible instead. The eyepatch is handmade and exquisite- a white rose with red tipped edges (as though the queen of hearts had demanded it painted) and a few red beads drip from it much like the heart of her dress. Its band is a pink lace that matches the detail of her dress. She does this out of habit and much ease, her hair covering the dark eye until it is in place. In the event that someone comes near she would rather not display her most obvious feature. Her right eye was perhaps the only thing normal about her, even if beneath it was the sign of one who never gets much sleep… for in fact she gets none. Pale and just slightly too thin as she is, it is impossible not to see the purply bags beneath her thick black eyelashes.
She takes a handmade stuffed animal from under her pillow and sets it on the bed. It is a white rat with two pink buttons for eyes, a black embroidered nose, and a pink and grey striped tail. She handles this toy with great care to be sure it is comfortable and then sits beside it. “I know, I know Sir Reginald. This hair simply must be cut. But the doctors seem to think scissors are a bad idea. How silly of them. As though a haircut would leave me bloodletting. I need something far sharper and some iodine for that. No matter. They will come around eventually. Or I will simply find them myself.” She strokes the stuffed toy rat’s head with a smile. “Tea would be nice too but hospitals and their silly rations. They’ll learn soon though. One must have mottos in this day and age. And ours shall be ‘tea or death’” she giggles girlishly “That will turn their heads most sideways.”
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Post by Golden guardian on Oct 9, 2012 11:48:17 GMT -5
Jordan Was exploring about the city, leaping between building and occasionally sprinting up one to leap onto a Far away building. this as the case when he came across what he assumed to be a hospital, so he took care not to make to much noise as he jumped onto it, then began to crawl upwards.
The black leather shoes he was wearing bending to allow him to crawl. he wore these with a short sleeved red button up shirt. it had button up pockets on the breast and plenty of grey double stitching to look "cool" not that Jordan cared much. This he wore with thin legged black jeans and a pair of black leather gloves. He had his trilby too, which he had to hold to avoid losing. As he crawled he found himself singing "maybe" quietly to himself. Though he didn't think to quieten his voice to the outside world so could be heard fairly clearly if quietly as he passed the window of Nuri's cell. Not realizing he was actually on the asylum he had heard talk off.
After a slow crawl round to the edge of the building Jordan stood and leaped across the street and set off running. The night air gave him a buzz.
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Post by Mad Girl on Oct 9, 2012 21:01:42 GMT -5
Nuri hears the singing first and then follows the source of the sound with curiosity. She peers out her window and sees a moving figure that intrigued her. “I know.” She tells the stuffed rat. “I shouldn’t Sir Reginald, but I’m going to. Just a peek. I’ll be back in a tick.” She watches the figure for a moment to gauge its direction and speed and quickly decides which way to go. She adjusts her eyepatch so that her dark eye is exposed and she takes a spoon, tied to her leg just above her knee under her stockings with a bit of ribbon, and opens the grate that serves as her pathway out. She follows the familiar trail shown to her by her friend and fellow inmate Vektor. Since first finding this path Nuri has explored it many times over in the dark of night and she has on a few occasions dared to reach to the limits of the Asylum’s reach. But, until tonight she has not dared to go beyond them.
When Nuri reaches the loose sewer grate at the end of the tunnel she opens it but pauses for a moment, holding the bars and peering out into the night. For a long moment she hesitates to let go and step further. As soon as she spies the figure again, however, she’s off like Alice after the white rabbit. Free in the night air for the first time in a long while, her striped stocking covered feet carry her quickly. Her red and grey hair flies behind her in a mess of tangled curls, and she blows a strand of it from her face as she moves. In doing this she realizes that her eye is uncovered. Out here the glow of her eye would be easy to see- like the reflection of a cat’s eyes as it follows its prey. The pale green light is a bit ghostly, and she quickly goes to adjust the eyepatch as she runs. She has to stop for just a moment to let her eyes adjust to the change. Once her normal eye is the one viewable, however, she looks around again to see where the strange figure has gone to.
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Post by Golden guardian on Oct 10, 2012 14:57:33 GMT -5
Jordan Happily kept leaping through the city like a spiderfrog quite calmly. Just happy to be out in the refreshing air. he hatted the cold so tonight was a good day to be used well. Spying a bus running a late shift Jordan smiled and jumped onto it with a softened clang. Just as Jordan stood the bus turned a and he stumbled to the left, only to set smashed into a streetlight and knocked off the back of the bus.
Crashing into the road wasn't exactly graceful and was quite loud, though the clank of the street light and Jordan's torso meeting was louder. Well and truly embarrassed Jordan looked around hoping no-one had seen that. with a slightly agitated sight he walked back onto the inside pavement of the turn. Rubbing the back of his head Jordan sighed again and sat down on a bench. "that, that was stupid." he nodded solemnly to himself. it was the last time he tried that.
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Post by Mad Girl on Oct 10, 2012 20:53:24 GMT -5
Nuri follows on foot, running with all of her might. She’s a slight thing, but she is fast. She keeps the golden man in sight as he tries to jump onto a bus and then is sent careening over the edge. She makes her way over, slowing down only as she finally begins to approach.
Nuri looks extraordinarily out of place on the streets of Gotham. Her manner of dress especially seems both anachronistic and distressed. The rose shaped eyepatch, for all its beauty, is equally as maudlin with the red tips and beading. “I agree sir. Do you make it much a habit to sing outside of girls windows and jump off buses? If so it seems a most terrible habit indeed. You should get a new one. Knitting perhaps?”
The girl’s voice has an almost sing song quality to it and is coloured by an English accent. It’s a little old fashioned and muddled, however, and despite appearing perhaps all of eighteen her long red hair is striped with grey. The uncovered eye is a sparkling human looking thing in green, and it is wide with thick lashes. She blinks at him in a most innocent type of fashion.
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Post by Golden guardian on Oct 11, 2012 18:58:23 GMT -5
Jordan looked up towards the voice slowly, thinking fairly quickly about what it was saying."I-" he started but was silenced immediately. Emotion and engaging in speech Jordan struggled with but his worst flaw was shyness. His lack of self confidence to the point of self-hate was so crippling Jordan became at best a stammering mess. But with a beautiful figure in front of him he was a mess, even if she was a little unwell-y thin. That usually agitated as he found it silly to starve yourself him in women though he couldn't find it annoying now.
Jordan's reaction was both strange and extremely quick. His eyes diluted as if scared, then his face fell and his breathing became shallow, as if frightened to death. Then his eyes shot down, looking at his feet as a slight shake developed. Jordan tried to speak stammering heavily. Every word a chore that took about 20 seconds to start. the difficultly in saying each word. Inside his belly was close to exploding, feeling extremely sore. "I-I'm S-s-sorry. I-I-I d-id not realise M-m-my s-s-singing w-was loud e-enough t-t-t-too hear. S-sorry I-I'm n-not v-v-ery g-good. Jordan managed finally, close to throwing up. He was telling the truth, he tended to mumble, forget words and wasn't a very good singer all in all. But good music touched his soul and could make him feel emotions he didn't know how to usually, in such a way he loved to sing. It suddenly felt ashamed he had disturbed the female. The fact she had pointed out his ability to injure himself in remarkable ways didn't faze him. he was too far gone into elf hate, shame and shyness. His own accent fairly average, just too "common" to be considered posh and well spoken, though he seemed relaxed in speaking. It held slight Yorkshire flecks but was otherwise plain.
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Post by Mad Girl on Oct 11, 2012 19:51:21 GMT -5
“Is that not the point of singing?” She tilts her head a bit to one side, taking him in with apparent curiosity. “Vocal chords push out air and sound, and it can be heard. If you wanted to enjoy a song without being heard perhaps you should take up dancing.” She turns her head and looks at the bus as it’s rounding the corner and then giggles in a sweet, feminine way. “Or maybe not.”
She takes a few steps forward and offers her hand to him to help him up. She has ribbon wrapped about her wrist and several beaded bracelets that are handmade, but beautifully so. Everything about the girl seems small. Yet she speaks in a way that is far older than her body. “Come now, we can’t muck about all night you know. Bed checks are at eight.” Bed checks? Oh yes, the asylum bed checks. She’d have to be in hers by then to avoid anyone knowing about her little constitutional. She smiles at him in a genuinely friendly manner. Eight in the morning was a long way away though, and Nuri didn’t need sleep- even if her body looks like it did. There are deep, dark bags under her green eye and perhaps this lack of sleep could also be the cause of her palor and slight build. Insmonia was a cruel mistress.
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