@Atticus
“I meant proper oil, not cooking oil.” He repeated then ducked into closet with her, listening to the guard that came in, probably looking for food. That guard left a few minutes later but Atticus put his hand up to stop her and peeped out himself to check around. “Okay, it’s fine.” He stepped out and headed for the door quickly as he could.
Elaine followed after him swiftly, looking down at the oil in her hands. “You could’ve specified. This is my first kitchen raid, I only assumed,” she said, prodding him in the back with the head of one of the bottles. “If you don’t want it, I’m keeping it. I’m sure it can still work with starting fires or whatever it is you do with whatever oil you wanted me to get initially,” she added, the thrill of doing something she was not supposed to do was actually getting her excited.
“Hey.” Atticus frowned when he was prodded in the back with the bottle. “Now who’s a bully?” He rubbed that spot then shook his head. “I’m keeping it and I’ll figure it out what I can do with it.” Besides frying something, he thought to himself with a slight roll of his eyes. “Calm down, you might pull something.”
Heading up the stairs, Atticus tried to go up quickly so the stairs wouldn’t creak so much under his weight.
“Oh shush. I’m just excited, that’s all,” Elaine retorted, moving up the stairs as stealthily as possible. They reached the landing in no time and stumbled out of the staff kitchen door. “Come on then, back to my room. We need to divide the loot,” she said, waving the bottle of cheaper oil at him before turning in the direction of her room and making a beeline for it.
“YOUR room?” He gave her his best bitch face but went along with it any way, what harm could it do?
It was harder to get back to the main part of the asylum with all the things they were holding, bottles, cans, packets all rattled, clanked and rustled with every step which put Atticus on the edge and had to pull her to hide a couple of times before they made it out into the open.
“Alright, which one is you room?”
“Of course my room. For one, it’s closer to here than where all you boys sleep,” Elaine rolled her eyes as she was randomly tugged to hide in the nooks and crannies of Bethlem in bids to get out of the sight of those pesky guards.
“It’s right here,” she said, shoving her way into her room, which was right at the edge of the female wing, closest to where they were coming from. “I told you it was close, did I not?”
@Atticus
“I meant proper oil, not cooking oil.” He repeated then ducked into closet with her, listening to the guard that came in, probably looking for food. That guard left a few minutes later but Atticus put his hand up to stop her and peeped out himself to check around. “Okay, it’s fine.” He stepped out and headed for the door quickly as he could.
Elaine followed after him swiftly, looking down at the oil in her hands. “You could’ve specified. This is my first kitchen raid, I only assumed,” she said, prodding him in the back with the head of one of the bottles. “If you don’t want it, I’m keeping it. I’m sure it can still work with starting fires or whatever it is you do with whatever oil you wanted me to get initially,” she added, the thrill of doing something she was not supposed to do was actually getting her excited.
“Hey.” Atticus frowned when he was prodded in the back with the bottle. “Now who’s a bully?” He rubbed that spot then shook his head. “I’m keeping it and I’ll figure it out what I can do with it.” Besides frying something, he thought to himself with a slight roll of his eyes. “Calm down, you might pull something.”
Heading up the stairs, Atticus tried to go up quickly so the stairs wouldn’t creak so much under his weight.
“Oh shush. I’m just excited, that’s all,” Elaine retorted, moving up the stairs as stealthily as possible. They reached the landing in no time and stumbled out of the staff kitchen door. “Come on then, back to my room. We need to divide the loot,” she said, waving the bottle of cheaper oil at him before turning in the direction of her room and making a beeline for it.
Open
The cemetery was cold at this time, but Nathan just tugged the jacket around him more closely. Blowing out a breath, he leaned back against the tree and tucked his hands into his pockets for warmth. He should have just left if he was that cold, but he didn’t really want to be inside right now. It was far too crowded and the whole situation with the black out had caused was only making things more chaotic than normal.
He dropped his chin onto his chest awkwardly, shaking his head so that the zipper would scratch the itch on his chin. He didn’t want to move his hands to scratch it, so that was really the only other option. Now that it was settled, he shifted and let his head drop back against the tree, his eyes slipping closed.
It wasn’t that he had fallen asleep, more like he had daydreamed about nothing for a moment there. He snapped awake again when he heard footsteps, climbing to his feet and stretching.
Elaine had spent the morning near the lake, still trying to call the water to her again. She thought it worked a few times, but then her brain was also telling her that it was just the small waves in the lake and nothing more. After about an hour of her fruitless efforts, she decided to head back to Bethlem, tired of yet another morning of failed attempts.
She decided to take the long route back today and headed through some parts of the forest and towards the cemetery, making sure to just walk on the edge of it. The idea of walking amongst dead people did not appeal to her and it was not a place she often visited even in her life outside.
A movement inside the cemetery shocked her and she jumped slightly, her head whipping to the side to make sure it was not some sort of wild animal and she visibly calmed down when she realized that it was just one of the residents.
“Hello,” she called out, staying where she was on the other side of the cemetery fence.
Nathan looked up at the voice and lifted his hand in greeting, stepping closer so he wouldn’t have to shout. It was too early for that in his opinion. “Hey,” he nodded, stopping where he walking now. The jump when she had heard him walking had been noticed, although she had calmed down when she noticed it was a person and not an animal or something, he didn’t know for sure whether she would panic or not. A few people seemed to do that here.
“Out for a walk?” He asked after a pause, not being able to think of anything else to say and still waking up a bit. Waking up usually took him a few moments unless it shocked induced. He looked at her expectantly for an answer.
“Is it still morning time?” He added, frowning now as he didn’t know how long he had been sitting. “Or did I sleep through till the afternoon?” Now he tilted his head back to look for the sun, spotting it easily in relatively the same spot as before.
“It’s just reaching noon,” Elaine replied, looking up at the sun in the sky. “Do you sleep in the cemetery often? Strange place you’ve chosen, I have to say,” she added with a shrug, looking down at her extremely soaked track pants and wondering what he thought seeing a random woman like this. It must’ve been a strange sight.
“I was just at the lake enjoying nature,” she lifted up a leg to bring attention to her pants. Might as well get it overwith, she thought.
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The cemetery was cold at this time, but Nathan just tugged the jacket around him more closely. Blowing out a breath, he leaned back against the tree and tucked his hands into his pockets for warmth. He should have just left if he was that cold, but he didn’t really want to be inside right now. It was far too crowded and the whole situation with the black out had caused was only making things more chaotic than normal.
He dropped his chin onto his chest awkwardly, shaking his head so that the zipper would scratch the itch on his chin. He didn’t want to move his hands to scratch it, so that was really the only other option. Now that it was settled, he shifted and let his head drop back against the tree, his eyes slipping closed.
It wasn’t that he had fallen asleep, more like he had daydreamed about nothing for a moment there. He snapped awake again when he heard footsteps, climbing to his feet and stretching.
Elaine had spent the morning near the lake, still trying to call the water to her again. She thought it worked a few times, but then her brain was also telling her that it was just the small waves in the lake and nothing more. After about an hour of her fruitless efforts, she decided to head back to Bethlem, tired of yet another morning of failed attempts.
She decided to take the long route back today and headed through some parts of the forest and towards the cemetery, making sure to just walk on the edge of it. The idea of walking amongst dead people did not appeal to her and it was not a place she often visited even in her life outside.
A movement inside the cemetery shocked her and she jumped slightly, her head whipping to the side to make sure it was not some sort of wild animal and she visibly calmed down when she realized that it was just one of the residents.
“Hello,” she called out, staying where she was on the other side of the cemetery fence.
@Atticus
“You don’t want me to apply the tough love thing? Tough shit because you have to learn SOME way.” Atticus shrugged a bit. “And soon you will realise that this place isn’t some health spa that caters to all your needs.” He stopped then looked up the stairs and over to the other side of the hall.
“Right, beyond those doors is the kitchens, you go, I stand guard…and Elaine, I’d like some oil and some stuff for sandwiches. There’s a girl.” He swiftly smacked her on the bum.
Elaine turned huffily and kicked him in the thigh for that smack. “That’ll teach you to do that again,” she said with a glare before turning back towards the staff’s dining hall and sidling through the door, not even wanting to look at the expression on Atticus’ face now. That man seriously needed to learn some manners.
As it turned out, there was no one in the dining hall. It was not time for the guard’s scheduled lunches yet, which made things easy for Elaine. She picked her way through the tables and towards the refrigerator standing against the far wall. There were not very many things in it, but she grabbed a bag of fresh apples, a small wrapped wrapped packet of ham and a jar of peanut butter, things that were unheard of for the residents of Bethlem.
She looked around the place again and started searching the cupboards. Atticus wanted oil, and she was going to have to find it. After opening the first cupboard door, she managed to find a small glass bottle of olive oil stashed away in one of them. Her eyebrows raised at the label it carried. It was one of the more expensive brands, and she was thinking that she might keep it for herself instead.
A few more moments of searching yielded her with a another bottle of oil, she’d give this one to Atticus, a number of cereal bars and a nice loaf of bread. That was about all she could manage to carry before she headed back towards the door and edged it open with her shoulder, the bag of apples almost falling out of her arms in the process.
“Some help, please!”
Atticus hung around outside the door, watching for the guards just in case one popped up for lunch, he checked his watch then peered around the door when he heard her yelling. “What? what is it-oh.” He quickly went over and took half of the food from her.
“Wait…What the fuck is this?” He held up the cooking oil then looked at her. “Not cooking oil prop-oh never mind.” With a shake of his head, he started heading out of the door but froze on the spot when he heard the stairs creaking. “Hide. Elaine, hide.”
“What?” Elaine looked at him quizzically, not knowing why he was so annoyed at getting the oil he wanted. She was definitely not giving him the expensive stuff now that he seemed to be so ungrateful. “There’s hardly anywhere to hide!” she squeaked and quickly ducked into a little closet on the side of the staircase, pulling Atticus into it as well.
“I meant proper oil, not cooking oil.” He repeated then ducked into closet with her, listening to the guard that came in, probably looking for food. That guard left a few minutes later but Atticus put his hand up to stop her and peeped out himself to check around. “Okay, it’s fine.” He stepped out and headed for the door quickly as he could.
Elaine followed after him swiftly, looking down at the oil in her hands. “You could’ve specified. This is my first kitchen raid, I only assumed,” she said, prodding him in the back with the head of one of the bottles. “If you don’t want it, I’m keeping it. I’m sure it can still work with starting fires or whatever it is you do with whatever oil you wanted me to get initially,” she added, the thrill of doing something she was not supposed to do was actually getting her excited.
@Harry
“I’m hardly tired anymore,” Elaine replied with a shrug, turning and walking after him. He took big strides for someone who was not all that tall, and it took her a few moments to catch up to him.
“Care for some company? I haven’t actually walked around this place at night. It’s even creepier at night, don’t you think?” she added, in an attempt to get his mind off whatever dream it was he had. She vaguely started wondering why she was following him away from their rooms in the middle of the night when a guard could so easily catch him. That, and the fact that she was willingly losing out on her aforementioned beauty sleep. “I’m Elaine, by the way. And you are?”
“Suit yourself.” He shrugged, walking a few paces before he noticed that she was following. He slowed his stroll to match hers, ever the gentlemen.
“I can’t promise to be the best.” He said with a small smirk. “I have a tendency of dozing off if I get too comfortable.” He looked around the hall and shrugged. “It’s just a place.” He told her honestly. He had never seen the sense in fearing anything that couldn’t harm you, like the dark. He stopped walking and took her hand in his, squeezing it gently.
“I’m really sorry, that was rude of me. I’m Harry. It’s a pleasure to meet you Elaine.” He gave her hand another small squeeze before letting go and continuing on his way.
“What’s it take to get a cup of coffee around here?” He asked with a smile as they turned a corner and entered the small kitchen. He went about setting up the coffee pot and rummaging through the cupboards for the grounds.
“Would you like a cup?” He asked, turning back to her.
“That would be very nice, thank you,” Elaine replied, giving him a smile. Her body was going to hate her for drinking coffee at such a late hour, but at that moment, she did not really care.
“I hope you’re much better at brewing it than the people who are actually in charge of the task,” she added, moving around the kitchen to pull a couple of mugs from the cupboards. She set them down next to the coffee pot Harry had dug out and leaned against the table to watch him work. “I take it you come here often at night?” she asked, watching him as he seemed to be able to pick his way around the kitchen easily.
@Atticus
“You don’t want me to apply the tough love thing? Tough shit because you have to learn SOME way.” Atticus shrugged a bit. “And soon you will realise that this place isn’t some health spa that caters to all your needs.” He stopped then looked up the stairs and over to the other side of the hall.
“Right, beyond those doors is the kitchens, you go, I stand guard…and Elaine, I’d like some oil and some stuff for sandwiches. There’s a girl.” He swiftly smacked her on the bum.
Elaine turned huffily and kicked him in the thigh for that smack. “That’ll teach you to do that again,” she said with a glare before turning back towards the staff’s dining hall and sidling through the door, not even wanting to look at the expression on Atticus’ face now. That man seriously needed to learn some manners.
As it turned out, there was no one in the dining hall. It was not time for the guard’s scheduled lunches yet, which made things easy for Elaine. She picked her way through the tables and towards the refrigerator standing against the far wall. There were not very many things in it, but she grabbed a bag of fresh apples, a small wrapped wrapped packet of ham and a jar of peanut butter, things that were unheard of for the residents of Bethlem.
She looked around the place again and started searching the cupboards. Atticus wanted oil, and she was going to have to find it. After opening the first cupboard door, she managed to find a small glass bottle of olive oil stashed away in one of them. Her eyebrows raised at the label it carried. It was one of the more expensive brands, and she was thinking that she might keep it for herself instead.
A few more moments of searching yielded her with a another bottle of oil, she’d give this one to Atticus, a number of cereal bars and a nice loaf of bread. That was about all she could manage to carry before she headed back towards the door and edged it open with her shoulder, the bag of apples almost falling out of her arms in the process.
“Some help, please!”
Atticus hung around outside the door, watching for the guards just in case one popped up for lunch, he checked his watch then peered around the door when he heard her yelling. “What? what is it-oh.” He quickly went over and took half of the food from her.
“Wait…What the fuck is this?” He held up the cooking oil then looked at her. “Not cooking oil prop-oh never mind.” With a shake of his head, he started heading out of the door but froze on the spot when he heard the stairs creaking. “Hide. Elaine, hide.”
“What?” Elaine looked at him quizzically, not knowing why he was so annoyed at getting the oil he wanted. She was definitely not giving him the expensive stuff now that he seemed to be so ungrateful. “There’s hardly anywhere to hide!” she squeaked and quickly ducked into a little closet on the side of the staircase, pulling Atticus into it as well.
@Atticus
“Now I’m curious..who or what have I disappointed?” Atticus caught her arm and turned her around before she could go down the steps. “Answer the question before we go anywhere else.” He slowly let her go and made his way down the creaky set of stairs which made him flinch every time one creaked under his weight.
“You want me to answer the question, yet you start walking away? You’re a strange one,” Elaine replied, following him down the steps, taking the stairs slowly and trying not to make any sound. That, of course, did not work. “And I was only joking. Even though the few times I’d hoped you wouldn’t apply this ‘tough love’ thing you’re so fond of to me have only been met with disappointment.”
“You don’t want me to apply the tough love thing? Tough shit because you have to learn SOME way.” Atticus shrugged a bit. “And soon you will realise that this place isn’t some health spa that caters to all your needs.” He stopped then looked up the stairs and over to the other side of the hall.
“Right, beyond those doors is the kitchens, you go, I stand guard…and Elaine, I’d like some oil and some stuff for sandwiches. There’s a girl.” He swiftly smacked her on the bum.
Elaine turned huffily and kicked him in the thigh for that smack. “That’ll teach you to do that again,” she said with a glare before turning back towards the staff’s dining hall and sidling through the door, not even wanting to look at the expression on Atticus’ face now. That man seriously needed to learn some manners.
As it turned out, there was no one in the dining hall. It was not time for the guard’s scheduled lunches yet, which made things easy for Elaine. She picked her way through the tables and towards the refrigerator standing against the far wall. There were not very many things in it, but she grabbed a bag of fresh apples, a small wrapped wrapped packet of ham and a jar of peanut butter, things that were unheard of for the residents of Bethlem.
She looked around the place again and started searching the cupboards. Atticus wanted oil, and she was going to have to find it. After opening the first cupboard door, she managed to find a small glass bottle of olive oil stashed away in one of them. Her eyebrows raised at the label it carried. It was one of the more expensive brands, and she was thinking that she might keep it for herself instead.
A few more moments of searching yielded her with a another bottle of oil, she’d give this one to Atticus, a number of cereal bars and a nice loaf of bread. That was about all she could manage to carry before she headed back towards the door and edged it open with her shoulder, the bag of apples almost falling out of her arms in the process.
“Some help, please!”
