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Post by JACK LARKIN on Sept 6, 2010 21:05:14 GMT
Jack sat in the chapel. It was quiet this time of night. Most of the prisoners were busy elsewhere. It was a rare occasion he ever seen a prisoner inside the chapel. His blue eyes darted around; an edge of paranoia to his demeanour. He couldn’t help but feel somewhat startled. He knew he was being watched. Eyes were always upon Jack Larkin. He had always been in the spotlight for something or another. Throughout his life, his childhood, his time in medical school, as a dentist and then as a prisoner; he had always been the centre of attention. It was the way he’d always wanted it. But now as he sat in the chapel, a bunch of keys in his pocket, he had never felt so alone. He was the centre of all facilities, and the ‘professional’ at the centre of every inmates care, and yet the illegal medic was beginning to get bored with his new role. He’d been in the prison for not even two months, and yet here he was contemplating committing another crime. Was it possible to get away with yet another murder when he was perhaps seen to be innocent for the first time in six long years? Did he really want to give up, this idol façade of freedom? He wasn’t so sure. But the desire was there, deep in his soul. His temptation was definitely there.
He leaned forward on the wooden pew, it really wasn’t the most comfortable of benches. His legs were too long to fit comfortably in between the rows and it irritated him. His elbows rested on his knees as he reached forward and pulled out a dusty old hymn book. His long fingers ebbing the old yellowing pages until one of the tea-stained sheets fell onto his lap. He allowed the book to settle itself in a comfortable position on the bench beside him as he picked up the inked sheet of paper. Slowly and delicately he began to style the page into a small paper aeroplane. It wasn’t anything exciting, but it reminded him of his childhood. A time in his life which he often blanked out, in fear of wishing he could relive it. Perhaps his childhood was the key ingredient into his twisted past. But it wasn’t something Jack had ever spoken about, and the bets were in that he never would. He had been asked to talk of his childhood with his psychiatrist, but fortunately he’d convinced her to sleep with him instead, and so the mystery remained unsolved.
Standing up he flew the small plane into the alter, and it span before it crashed and burned. A small smirk glistened across his pale features, he knew he had just insulted the church, and most likely his mother. He took out the bundle of iron and brass keys which made the pockets to his grey trousers bulge, and he moved forward in long strides as he went to unlock the old organ. The cover creaked like the old walls of the prison. The tall man adjusted his trousers as he sat down on the bench. His fingers outstretched, as he began to pause in the position before he began to elegantly play the organ. The tune he played was mellow and somewhat cold, but it flowed equally well.
He sat in his blue jumper which matched the oceanic colour of his eyes, his blonde hair styled neatly, his face a blank canvas as he played. His eyes jumping every few lines to the bundle of keys sat on top of the organ. His playing would have gone on for sometime longer, if it wasn’t for the fact he heard the chapel door creak open. All the doors in this godforsaken prison creaked!! His fingers stumbled and his hand instantly reached up for the keys. He span around on the stool, his eyes searching for the intruder who wasn’t obvious. But then again he wasn’t wearing his contact lenses or glasses. Damn short sightedness!! ”I demand that you show yourself!” He ordered, waiting the person to creep out, as he sat in silence clasping the keys.
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Post by JULIA QUYNN on Sept 7, 2010 15:03:35 GMT
The darkness was comforting. Bright lights gave her a headache, and made her eyes feel like they were pulsing in their sockets. It was horrific to sit in these white, white rooms for days on end, until Julia began to see so much white, she feared that she was going blind. Occasionally let outside for exercise and fresh air, she relished this opportunity. It was enough to drive anyone mad, just sitting inside four solid white walls all day. Every time she returned to her cell, she felt that the walls were being drawn closer and closer together. This past month or so she’d woken herself up in a panic, clawing at the walls, desperate to get out. Sometimes it felt as though something was in the room with her, only increasing her paranoia. There had been stories circulating about how the ‘loony’ part of the prison was haunted. Julia didn’t believe these rumours; they were just invented for excitement and to help these ‘loonies’ pass the time. However, there was something unsettling about her room, and it wasn’t the pallid decor.
The prison guards were occasionally careless, and Julia liked to take advantage of this fact. Sometimes the bolted latches on her door weren’t quite closed, or she was unsupervised for a moment when she was allowed outside. Grabbing these chances, Julia was successful in escaping for at least an hour or two every week before they found and reprimanded her. In her daily traipsing, she came to recognise where the least busy parts of the island were. The chapel was often deserted – it seemed that most of the prisoners were prone to believing that there was no God. Julia was also sceptical of this fact, although she also wondered where her imaginary friends came from. It felt that they were sent for her, if not by God, then by some higher power. Although this was diagnosed as schizophrenia, Julia knew that it couldn’t be the case. There was nothing wrong with her mind; she was just chosen to be the outlet for all these creatures and people to find their way onto the earth. Julia was in denial of her illness, and therefore had no fear of it, or what it could do. Or what it had done.
Knowing that the chapel would probably be empty by this point her feet led her towards it, keeping to shadows for fear of being caught out after dark. Pushing open the door, she saw the doctor in a pew. Jack Larkin was well known around the ‘lunatic wing’. It seemed that his personality was like marmite, and there was a definite split between who worshipped the very ground he walked on, and those who contemplated murdering him in his bed. Going against this analogy, Julia felt neither. She rather liked him, he had showed her kindness and she was grateful that she only ever received half of her designated dosage, whether this was for her own good or not, Julia had never questioned. Standing at the back of the chapel as she saw him make his way up to the organ, she contemplated whether to reveal herself. What were the chances of him turning her in? Of course they were very familiar with each other, but his job title still must have come before any kind of relationship with a mental patient. Julia had been at Kronos Pyre Reformatory long before Jack arrived, and she saw him on a practically daily basis. Just before her drugs, when her emotions were at their most raw, there was always this unfamiliar feeling in the pit of her stomach. Now that it was time for her to take her pills, she was aware that this feeling was returning.
Holding herself back from calling out, she decided that it wasn’t worth getting returned to her cell for, and tiptoed out. Just as she was reaching out for the door and pulling it towards her, it gave an almighty creak. Gritting her teeth she waited to see if he reacted to this sound. After what felt like an hour of standing frozen to the spot, she heard the organ music abruptly cease. Upon hearing him yell in her direction, she let out a pathetic whimper. ”It’s me.” she mumbled, letting the door shut as she turned to face him, her pale face looking even more drained than usual. ”It’s – it’s me Julia?” She attempted to raise her voice, and it frightened her how it echoed back at her. She also spoke her name with a questioning tone to it – she wondered if he’d even remember a crazy girl from the loony ward. ”I was just taking a walk and I ...” her voice trailed off as the uncomfortable, disembodied echo spoke again. ”I didn’t know you’d be here.” Her voice came out as little more than a whisper, trying to avoid the eerie echo which answered every time she raised it.
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Post by JACK LARKIN on Sept 7, 2010 22:12:43 GMT
Jack was getting impatient which was something that the blonde fake doctor couldn’t bare. He had waited out six years in another prison, and had become a popular inmate; he’d waited for nothing from no one. Here was slightly different. Although he was considered a member of staff he knew that it wasn’t as easy gaining the respect or attention of the inmates around him. There were very few screws that he’d listened to, and so it was to be expected that the inmates here would ignore him. That was until he stamped his mark on the ground. In some respects it was still early days and he knew he had to be patient, because if he wasn’t; the whole thing would come crashing down on him and he would be disliked. It was difficult to get the prisoners to like you, and effectively that’s what he was trying to do. He wanted to cause a bit of an uproar, of course it would take time to get there.
He could hear footsteps as the assailant hid from him. The darkened shadows mocking his poor vision as the engulfed the intruder into its whispered covers. He waited patiently and very still in hope that he would catch the inmate if they wouldn’t identify themselves. But low and behold a pathetic whimper echoed through the late still air. The door shut behind the girl, who’s voice he knew only too well. She was perhaps one of his most favourite inmates, because she was in fact, so very vulnerable. He relaxed slightly as he sat waiting for her to come closer. But no more footsteps could be heard and he sighed shaking his head. ”Come closer Julia. I have no optical device to help me see.” He smirked, amusement skimming over his pale complexion as he ran his spare hand through his blonde hair. He was going to find this whole event somewhat amusing. Not that he had any idea what the event would be.
He stood from his seat, and made his way, with large strides across the concreted stone slabs that lined the floor. He stopped not far from her and smiled seductively the way he always did when he had female patients who would be influenced by his good looks and charming charismatic personality. ”You were taking a walk.” He injected as he raised a hand to his chin, ”You know this prison isn’t safe for a young lady like yourself. You might bump into one of those lunatics from death row.” He advised her, a gently smile dancing playfully across his face. He was one of those lunatic death row patients, and the irony was that he was more of a danger to her than any of the rest. He was quite sure about that.
”Well of course I would be here. Where else would I be? Did you follow me?” He was of course joking but his voice was somewhat sarcastic and serious. He wondered if she’d understand the pun. Most prisoners didn’t, not least the ones doped up on medication. Julia probably fell under that category, the only difference was that her medication was beginning, or so it seemed, to wear off. ”So besides you following me, or me predicting where you were going to go, and following you; what brings you to the chapel? You didn’t strike me as a religious body.” He commented perhaps a little harshly as he beckoned her to follow him to a booth, where he once again struggled to get his long legs comfortable. It was definitely one of the problems of being tall.
He reached forward and moved a strand of her dark hair away from her face, and his blue eyes traced the features of her zombie like expression. She was so quiet and perhaps timid, but he knew of her wild crimes. Sure she’d claimed insanity, but no insane person wanted to be sent to Kronos. Jack was included. He’d been sent to prison originally, with a pending psych evaluation. But his psychiatrist had ended up being his fuck buddy and so the assessment had not rightly worked. But there was no doubt about it he was a psychopath. He began to inspect his fingers, careful not to stare at her, it was one of the things he believed would have you possessed; if you stared into the eyes of evil for too long.
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Post by JULIA QUYNN on Sept 8, 2010 15:59:20 GMT
The floor moved slightly. Not in a violent, sharp movement, but more as if she were on a boat. It reminded her of the sickening journey here, but knew that the ‘moving’ floor was just the dizziness setting in. Whenever she was long overdue her meds, the dizziness was the first sign of withdrawal. Next came the shakes, and then the voices gradually started to return – something which she had been longing to happen for over three weeks. Julia couldn’t help but worry that they would be angry after being suppressed for such a long period of time. Hearing Jack speak out, she took a moment to separate his voice from the echo which followed it, before obeying his direct command. Jack seemed to be able to control Julia fairly well; she envied his decisiveness, so different to her own wishy-washy way of thinking. And although they were so different in this aspect, there was a look in his eye which seemed familiar, as if they weren’t actually so different. Her feet moved in his direction, although keeping poise was difficult while the room was moving beneath her feet, and she held the edge of a pew momentarily for balance. After taking little more than ten steps, she stood still, looking up at him sitting at the organ. Especially now, he seemed almost God-like in his power, looking up and up, miles and miles to him. And then she blinked, and realised that her imagination was starting to exaggerate the small details of this meeting. Finding her throat obstructed with nerves, she was unable to speak, although she was unsure what to say if she could.
Watching him stride towards her, Julia found this constriction around her windpipe grow tighter. He was smiling at her, and she hesitantly smiled back. It was extremely difficult to keep dental hygiene up in Kronos, but Julia had managed to keep her obsessive teeth-cleaning possible through stealing other inmate’s toothbrushes and toothpaste. The level of cleanliness in the bathrooms also bothered her, but teeth-brushing gave her something to do with her time. Three or four times a day she would find time to do so, meaning that her teeth were probably the cleanest part of her appearance – small, straight and pearly white. Dainty smile growing as Jack continued to talk; she inched slightly closer to him. There was certainly something enchanting about him. Whether it was just because he oozed such charisma which the inmates were stripped of, or his appearance, Julia wasn’t sure. The effects of the pills meant that both traits were mildly exaggerated, leaving her unable to comprehend fully what he was talking about. ”I don’t ...” she trailed off again, but was determined not to feel overpowered. ”I didn’t think that they’d be in here. Most of them think God’s their enemy.” she explained awkwardly, surprising herself in being able to string a sentence together.
Julia didn’t detect his sarcasm at all, and felt a little worried that he thought that she was following him. ”I didn’t!” Her voice seemed to leave her a little more violently than she had anticipated. ”Sorry. I mean ... I didn’t.” Feeling her pale face tinge pink, her eyes dropped from his face to the floor. This stance did not last for long though, as he started to talk to her again, and her eyes peered back into his expression, which she was finding increasingly difficult to read. ”Well.” she said uncertainly, feeling pressure on her voice box, making it difficult to answer. ”It’s usually empty at this time. I didn’t think I’d get caught.” Hoping that Jack wasn’t about to turn her in, she gave him another timid smile, as if that would convince him that she didn’t deserve to be returned to her cell just yet, but it was difficult. It felt like she had to pinpoint each muscle which was required to make her smile, before she could do so. The floor had ceased it’s movement, and Julia was relieved.
Like a lamb, Julia followed his beckoning gesture and sat stiffly next to him in the booth. As he brushed her hair out of her face, his fingertips brushed her forehead for a second. There was a tingling sensation left on her skin for a second or two afterwards, and she was left wondering what that was. Noticing that he broke their eye contact to look down at his hands, she quirked an eyebrow. ”What is it?” She said worriedly. Had she had something on her forehead? Did Jack now think that he was somehow infected now that he’d touched her. ”What’s wrong?” Her arm lifted out of her lap and onto his arm, willing him to look back at her. Her fingers clenched by their own accord for a split second, but she slackened her grip for fear of hurting him. "Have I done something wrong?"
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Post by JACK LARKIN on Sept 19, 2010 22:13:25 GMT
Jack watched as the girl staggered towards him. His hand raised to his chin as he considered her gait as she tried to negotiate the floor. It was an odd thing to watch almost as if she was on the deck of a ship except they were in a chapel of a prison and the floor was perfectly still. He raised an eyebrow as she neared him, and began contemplating whether he was the odd one who couldn’t see the moving floor, making her actions inexcusably normal. He had often questioned his own perception, and it would not be unusual for something that Jack considered normal; to be abnormal to others. Nevertheless the thoughts slid from his mind as he moved closer to the girl.
She was younger than him, and carried herself in a manner that was obvious to onlookers. But age was merely a number in Jack’s eyes, it was something that mattered not. There was one thing very noticeable about Julia; her teeth. She obviously had good oral hygiene which was something Jack prided himself in. Being an ex-dentist, it was hard for Jack not to stare at the smiles of the inmates and the staff. He was obsessed with perfect teeth and the perfect smile, and often provided the inmates, who neglected oral hygiene, with toothpaste and a toothbrush. Bad breath was something he couldn’t cope with. But luckily Julia was nice. Or at least her smile was nice. Yes, he approved of her teeth. It was one of the reasons he supported her obsessive brushing regime. ”Admittedly you are right. Most prisoners do not see what God has to offer those who have sinned. I on the other hand welcome his power into my soul.” Jack smiled in an arrogant manner. Perhaps he did believe he was godly in some respect.
Jack laughed as the girl took him seriously, ”Is it medication time?” He asked somewhat sarcastically in the same tone of Nurse Ratchet in the film One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s nest. It was quite possibly one of his favourite films, just as Jack Nicholson was one of his favourite actors. ”Julia… I really wasn’t accusing you of stalking me. I was merely asking you why you stumbled across this chapel?” He asked her curiously his voice firmer as she increased the tone in hers. ”Caught by who? You can wander where you like honey. No one cares.” He shrugged his shoulders, and then stuttered. ”I mean, its part of the social interaction therapy. People get better quicker by wandering around and socialising. Don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me.” Jack lied as he bit his lip playfully. ”I am one of the few people you can trust in here… you know that don’t you Julia?” Jack reassured her calmly.
Jack glanced at his fingers and closed his eyes for a moment as the girl began to question him, wanting to know what it was that she had done. In fact the girl had done nothing, but the momentary panic in her voice excited him. She reached out and touched him, her hands warmer than he had expected. Her grip tightened and his arm remained still and flaccid. Her fingers released him and he turned to face her. His face blank and expressionless. ”Julia. You have done nothing wrong. I just cant help but notice how beautiful you are… but I scold myself because I am in God’s presence and I am a doctor and you are an inmate… we are not meant to fall in love. But God gives me power to get through this.” He rambled on in riddles his blue eyes never leaving hers.
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