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Post by Faith Challenger on Oct 27, 2012 16:09:53 GMT -5
”Verrückt, klitzeklein raum. Ich bist so blöd. Arch!“ she mumbled at herself as she squeezed through the tiny ventilation system. If not she had been so tiny, perhaps she wouldn’t have gotten the idea. It was true that you had to scarify yourself if you wanted the good stories, but this was probably one of the worst ideas she had gotten. So she stopped for a minute just to relax since the wiggling movement was a little hard even for a fit person.
With some trouble she managed to pull her GPS up from her pocket, and a giant smile formed on her lips. It was only two meter from her exit point. She didn’t even care to put away the GPS she just started wiggling forth two meter, and stopped over a grill. She got her mobile and laid it in front of her. She hit a panel next to her and pulled it off, which lead to a big wire chaos, but it took her two second to find the right one with a little light. She connected some of them to her phone and not long after… Viola! The camera’s had been fixed.
She started unscrewing the screws in the grill, while really looking forward to get out from the ventilator system ‘caus it was starting to become unreasonably hot in here. Sure she liked heat but this was too much, luckily just as that thought had passed through her mind the grill loosened, and a little hit and the thing got free. She managed to grab it before it fell down, pulled it up and heisted herself down instead and the archive was hers.
With little respect for public property she started digging though the goodies and got what she needed, and a little more. She proceeded out the door to find her contact, walking down the halls like she owned the place. Nothing to worry about really, she had the cameras fixed so only she could she what the hell was happening, and the guards wouldn’t see any change. She would even be notified by her system if anyone was walking around in the halls. Everything was going great, and it would have continued as planned if not the sense of a story hit her nose, like a sent for a bloodhound. She turned down another corridor and just walked without knowing why really, it just felt like a good direction.
The cells started emptying out and finally she got to a cell with someone in it.
“Hi stranger” she said bluntly stopping in front of the cell.
Faith was a small person about 5’1’’ and skinny as hell. It wasn’t like bones was sticking out of her, but five pounds or so and they would be. She was pale as a ghost and her pitch black hair didn’t help giving her color. She didn’t look like much of a girl if not for the skintight suit she was wearing, revealing what little female curves she owned, but all in all she still managed to pull the whole look off in an elegant way.
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Post by Mad Girl on Oct 28, 2012 21:07:54 GMT -5
At a first glance the girl in the cell seems a bit unassuming. She is small thing, perhaps eighteen, nearly swallowed up by a white dress, reading in the far corner of the room. Her ginger hair is peppered with grey so that it looks nearly striped and left long enough to hang to her waist. As she looks up from her book, the first thing very clear is that she is missing an eye. The other is a clear green, and it blinks at Faith a few times from under thick lashes. Her left eye is covered by a white, heart shaped patch with delicate sparkly details stitched onto the tiny swatch. A good look at her face shows the obvious signs of malnutrition, a lack of exposure to sunlight, and sleeplessness.
She does not smile but she tilts her head a bit at the stranger, her gaze steady and still in a way that wasn’t quite right. But, it was an asylum after all, and perhaps Faith would not be totally surprised that the girl before her is quite mad indeed. A careful eye would see that the large book she is reading is a physicians reference book, not a storybook or anything age appropriate. “You do not belong here.” Her voice comes out through a strangely muddled but polished English accent. It has a quaint sing-song quality to it, as though every bit of speech has a tempo and rhythm. “Have they unlocked the gates for Ophelia tours?” She asks the question with a dry sort of humor, but the thought makes her smile and then giggle lightly. The sound is soft and undeniably girly. Innocent sounding.
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Post by Faith Challenger on Oct 29, 2012 11:03:11 GMT -5
A wide smile spread across her lips when she talked, which was followed by a little giggle. “A fellow Englishwoman, you don’t meet a lot of those these days…” her accent had turned into a heavy British accent, a natural thing for her. After all she was born and raised in England with a British mother, and Faith was proud of it. “And nope I am not a part of the community here, and I haven’t unlock “Ophelia’s” gate, takes too much not to be noticed. No I only opened some grills to the ventilation system.” She replied with a warm smile.
Funny girl, but indeed worth learning, well everyone in Arkham was worth learning about since everyone knew something worth a lot. And nothing wrong in helping someone to get out, since the security was so easy to get through.
Faith started digging though her utility belt, and found her picklock. Impressive how they stilled used such an old technique, not that a modern would have stopped her either.
“Tell you what I do, I’ll get you out of here and then I provide some shelter if you need it, and then we can have a girls night tonight, how does that sound?” she asked, already in the middle of opening the lock. It didn’t take too long before she pulled back and pulled the gate open. “You can also use your freedom on whatever you like”
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Post by Mad Girl on Oct 29, 2012 13:02:40 GMT -5
“How very strangely curious.” Nuri says in her sing-song way. She gets to her feet and sets her book aside. She is only all of 5’3”, and looks like a strong breeze could blow her over. As she steps closer Faith would be able to see that her dress was at some point a nightgown and that it has been mutated and sewn into a new life. Hand stitched details, trim with buttons and beads, and patches in pale pink with red contrast stitching all testify to this. Ribbon is laced along the back as a corset might be, and other strands are tied to her fingers and wrists. Her feet show mismatched stockings. One is striped black and white, the other is red and white. Overall the details are impressive, but the whole this has been worn to the point of distressing the fabric.
Nuri stands just shy of the doorway, her eye peering up at its shape a bit. “These American Asylums. Not much for security it seems. But then the biggest obstacles are not the gates, but rather knowing what is past them.” She looks to Faith again, her body very still though her eye blinks in a curious sort of way. The uncovered eye appears normal with thick eyelashes and purple signs of sleeplessness. “You know not who I am or what madness has brought me here. Yet you offer me an invitation to play? Are you sure you’d like such company as mine? You can take the girl out of the asylum, but you cannot take the asylum out of the girl. No matter how one might try.” Nuri stands very still, her uncovered eye taking in Faith’s appearance. Each contour, each expression, Nuri holds precious and she takes no effort to conceal that she is staring. Still, despite her social interactions being a bit strange, she was polite enough to verify the invitation before simply accepting it.
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Post by Faith Challenger on Oct 30, 2012 14:40:24 GMT -5
Faith was actually the same size as the girl, perhaps a teeny bit smaller, at least in height but friendly all the less.
“They kind of do, I am just good with my hands and some tools.” She smiled warmly to the girl and picked up her phone, going through the activity as she adjusted her ear piece. “And as for knowing what’s behind the doors, I know everything about it.
She giggled and nodded to her words. “I like madness, it’s like a fresh breath of air, so yes I would absolutely love your company, if you don’t mind tagging along” she looked confident in her words, before she turned and started walking. “But first I have to find my good old friend Hanz. Not very smart of them to think they could hide him from me though they managed in a way since I only know his cell block” she just continued on letting her new found acquaintance decide whether to tag along or not, since it was her freedom and her to decide what to do with it.
It would be reasonable to think; why would she let out someone she didn’t know, for all she knew she could be a murderer, but Faith just didn’t think much along those lines. After all life was just one big chance, and she just had a good hunch about this, or you could say that it just felt right. That was all which mattered for Faith.
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Post by Mad Girl on Nov 21, 2012 16:42:42 GMT -5
Nuri watches Faith with an intense sort of attention. It’s almost as if she has to remember to blink, or else that she finds it a nuisance. It was hard to say really because her expression was so utterly blank. All that is clear is how much she seems to like looking at Faith. Observing her in a way that is perhaps a little creepy because it is so obvious. Yet at the same time it is honest, in its way. Nuri is fascinated and she takes no measure to hide that.
“Which cell block?” She asks with her dreamy voice. “I know these hallways very well. I am sure I could help you find him, if you’d like.” Not only was Nuri willing to follow, but she was clearly happy to participate. The way she says it is like someone offering a tour of their house- as though it should be so very obvious that she knows exactly where they should go if only she is asked the location. Curiously observant Nuri was not simply observant of people, but of the places around her… especially the place she had come to call her new home. Or well, it could be, if things were run a little differently. Nuri understood the need for her to be in the Asylum after all, she was acutely aware of her insanity. But an Asylum was called such because it was a safe place. Arkham had yet to proved to be such a thing.
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Post by Faith Challenger on Nov 26, 2012 13:42:56 GMT -5
She looked back at the girl and smiles widely. “Cell block 5, if you have met him before he is usually easy to recognize, as he can be described as a German-Irish guy, with high spirit and a certain love for drinking songs and anything that explodes… And he like being the loudest, and he have possibly blood red hair, if they still let him dye it” she describe and pulled out her phone again, ripping off the panel to the electric lock. She hooked the phone to some wires and started writing a lot of things, humming lightly. It made it easier to concentrate.
The door clicked and slid open. A wide victoriously smile spread across her lips, and she turned to the girl “My name is Faith, by the way and what is such a lovely lady like yourself called?” She continued her way through the door and, fished out a syringe from the belt, and as she turned around the corner, she grabbed the guard and slammed it into his neck. He sank together and she continued towards cell block 5. Arkham was way too big. Perhaps it really would be a great help to have someone like the girl to find the way.
She was so strange, well of course she was, but it seemed like the staff had been extra careful with this one, keeping her from others. It was intriguing to find the answer.
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