dead hearts

self-proclaimed queen of mischeif

[harper--bishop-deactivated20140]

A grateful smile crosses her face. “I won’t; promise.Thanks.” She then takes a quick sip of vodka before turning to the girl once more. “I’m Harper.”

[abbyinthedark]

"Don't mention it," With a small shrug, she propped herself against the aging wall of the Murder House, her gaze directing towards the girl. "I'm Abby. Nice to meet you, Harper." The name itself was a reminder; this was the girl Alec seemed to be infatuated with, and the few times she had seen them together, the feeling seemed mutual. It was nice to finally speak to the girl, but, it was inevitable; Aberdeen would have found her eventually. "Where did you find that? I have this place memorized like the back of my hand, and the hiding places aren't that great." 

[meeeiko-deactivated20140505]

I’m so ready to go home, and I just got here.

[abbyinthedark]

"Welcome to the club. I've been here for 8 months and I'm just about ready to scream." 

[harper--bishop-deactivated20140]

Harper looked down at the vodka in her hands before looking back up at the woman in front of her. “It- it’s just one drink. I’ll share it with you if you like.”

[abbyinthedark]

"Oh, no, it's fine, really." She eyes the drink, a small smirk forming on her lips. Abby couldn't blame her, being in here was tiresome - patient or not, indulging in a vice or two was almost expected. "Just don't make a mess. I'll probably be the one having to clean it up." 

[abbyinthedark]

"And what do you plan on doing with that? The nurses might bite your head off."

[silas-devries-deactivated201408]

"At least they show some emotion toward the whole graduation thing. I mean, I still think they’re overdoing it, but my dad didn’t even flinch. Actually, there isn’t really anything to report. He’s still lounging around. Probably on the couch with a cigarette in hand as we speak."

[abbyinthedark]

"They're just... forceful. But, on a lighter note,  I'll probably stop by later in the week-- I have some photos of you and I that I found. We're covered in mud an all, it's awesome." 

[faithlessnate]

"Well I definitely like your style." He let out a small laugh, highly impressed with Abby, the new mystery girl he’d just met. "Okay, I know it can be fun I’m just saying I understand their pain. Two big brothers. Though I don’t doubt your wrath can be just as bad as my two log-headed assholes for brothers." That was a compliment in Nathaniel’s eyes. 

He couldn’t help but give a 'Yeah, that'd be right—' kind of smile as she started to speak again. It didn’t take a genius the old patient would have been talking about his older brother. “Let me guess, was this Doctor De Luca? Because that wouldn’t surprise me. He’ my eldest brother and he kind of doesn’t know how to keep it in his pants. I’d be careful if I were you.” 

[abbyinthedark]

"Doctor De Luca?" The name is familiar, but the girl can't match a face to the name. But, she does scanning past his name a number of times in the journal she was speaking of. "Sounds about right." She pauses, a glint of curiosity in her eyes. "Oh, don't worry about me, Nate. I have my eyes on another doctor. Well, he's technically a nutritionist. They're all the same to me. Besides, Silas and Flynn practically bark at any guy that I talk to for longer than 10 minutes." There was a hint of humor in her tone, but it was true, in a sense. Even if she knew it would never happen, the girl couldn't help but poke but poke fun and bat her eyelashes every so often for the nutritionist in mind. "Have any of the lovely ladies of the Murder House caught your attention?"

[genjjishimada]

[movie-freaked-mind]

"Daddy’s home, angels.” The doctor chimed darkly with an almost maniacal hum to his words. Stepping over the threshold into his beloved hospital as a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. 

[abbyinthedark]

"Queue the cheesy music and this is almost a cheesy crime show from the seventies." Her voice rung out like his, the only difference being that her lingering tones were of amusement whereas his were unsettling as usual. The few times she had seen the man of the house, she made saw not to speak out of line. Whatever possessed her to speak so freely would surely bit her on the ass in the long run. But, for now, she would delight herself with that simple fact. "Where did the doctor scurry off to this time?"

[faithlessnate]

"I guess this is true. But that’s why you’ve gotta snoop, find something more interesting then what old people need to eat." But she’d made her choice, "Then again, cleaning would probably be just as good a way to snoop around and find interesting information." Nathaniel gave a small shrug. For a split second he wondered what it was like inside her mind but he pushed the thoughts away as she continued talking. He gave a small yet amused laugh as she spoke of terrorising her cousins. "Yeah, well being the little brother I know how that feels. Go easy on ‘em." It was strange to think under this roof, so much pain and misery had occurred. It made the young boy shudder for just a second until his attention was brought back to the redhead. "The abortions, the franken-baby, tragedy after tragedy." He was surprised he’d remembered so much from what Steph had told him.

[abbyinthedark]

"How else do you think I found out about the abortions, the franken-baby and all of the other tragedies?" Sarcasm dripped from her tone, but it was true. Nobody just blatantly told her what happened; she had to find out for herself, and on some days, she would have preferred not to have indulged herself in the twisted oddities of the house. "Oh, c'mon, their pain is the absolute highlight of my day." Once again, her tone was heavy with sarcasm and a devilish smirk followed as per usual.

She took a few steps towards an empty table, it seemed a far better resting place than against the aged door frame. The girl was curious; was he a fellow volunteer seeking a break, or one of the many patients she found some enjoyment talking to. Raising the topic would be unfitting, considering the pair had just met. So, she opted for a lighter topic. "Have you found any other journals? I found an old patient's diary. Can't say I was shocked when she spoke of her fondness towards a doctor, some of them are cute."

[alec-beaumont-blog]

"Some of the patients are pretty interesting though—I’ll give him that much." He managed a smirk as he shook his head in regards to Silas.  He had only crossed her friend a few times, but never gave the time to interact with him.  He was cautious to who he spoke to, especially after his run-in with Dr. Whitlocke.  "Harper…?" The name forced his smile to fade, but he tried to keep himself together as he went back for more books.  Their relationship had been complex as of late due to the troubles of her alcoholism.  Not only that, but the nurses often gave him trouble when he would come to see her and more often, he wouldn’t be able to at all.  "Hard to say, actually.  I haven’t seen her in the while.  The nurses say it’s not good for her." He shrugged simply, but his demeanor altered visibly.

[abbyinthedark]

It would be a blatant lie if the girl were to admit to not noticing his sudden change of demeanor, but she thought that vocalizing her concern would only make the boy cave in even more. Still, she would at least attempt to boost his feeling of helplessness. "The nurses say a lot of things, Alec." Her tone was gentle, a rather drastic change opposing her usual sarcastic banter, her eyes peering towards the boy in hopes of enforcing her sincerity. "It's just a matter of whether you believe it or not. The few times I've seen you both together, she's mostly smiling. And that's a milestone in a place like this." Abby felt a constant need to reassure Alec, he was a gentle soul and if anything, she felt protective of him. Nurses belittling his want to be with a girl he held dear did not settle with the redhead. "Besides, half of the nurses don't even pay attention. I could always say I'm cleaning her room and have you whisk her away for awhile. It could work. Probably."

[silas-devries-deactivated201408]

"I’m just glad I get to leave at the end of the day. I’d hate to be here at night. This place is creepy as is in the day time."

"Anyway though, I forgot to tell you - I saw your parents the other day. I mean, out when I was picking up things for my dad at the grocery store.  Do they still not like me? Because it looks that way."

[abbyinthedark]

"It's not that bad. Just avoid the dark hallways and try not to jump at every noise you hear." 

"I'm not even sure if my parents still like me. They're still pretty pissed. Just ignore them. It's what I do-- don't worry about them, really. But, speaking of your dad, how is he? I haven't seen Papa DeVries in awhile." 

[faithlessnate]

"I don’t know, you can find some pretty interesting things in those old files. I’d that that then cleaning. But each to their own." He trailed off with his own shrug, surprised to hear she’d heard him say he preferred Nate. "Likewise, Abby." He tore his eyes away from her, doing his best not to stare. He was fantastic at making perfectly normal conversations excruciatingly awkward. "No kidding, he was actually a doctor." Nathaniel told her matter-of-factly. He continued to flick through the pages, over and over again. "Apparently he developed a Frankenstein complex after he became a junkie. But I’m sure you’ve heard the stories before, I mean we are on that stupid L.A famous murder scene tour, wakes me up every Sunday morning."

[abbyinthedark]

"Not when it's about the dietary needs of old patients. They're really specific with what I have to find." With yet another shrug of her shoulders, she finds a slight amusement in his attempt at keeping the conversation. Human interaction was an oddity to some of the patients, so she felt some satisfaction if she was able to bring them out of their shells, even if it were for a few short moments. "A doctor? Damn, I guess not much has really changed." She paused, the thought of the mad doctor sparked her interest. Perhaps she'd look into it at a later date. "Oh, I've heard the stories. My younger cousins ask about it all the time. I try and spare them the gory details, but seeing them cringe delights my twisted soul."

[tobias-winston]

"Really?  Who are you greeting like that?” He replied, a hint of humor in his words.  It had been quite some time since he had last ‘raised hell’ with Abby.  The thought alone had reminded him of the putrid stench of the liquid they allowed to soak in the nurse’s car, but he kept himself composed — that usual smile of his in play.  ”Hey, if you want, I’ll head down there with you.  I was just going to sit here for a while longer anyway.”

[abbyinthedark]

"Would you expect any less of me?" She raised a brow, pursing her lips slightly. Tobias was yet another one of her 'go-to's if neither of her boys were around, but, as of lately, the girl had been preoccupied with her duties, the possibility of killing some of the spare time she had with him brought a smile to her tinted lips. "How chivalrous," Her tone was teasing, a smirk forming on her lips. "But, the company would be nice. If I fall prey to whatever is lurking in the basement, at least somebody will hear me scream." 

[faithlessnate]

When she spoke of being a volunteer it make the boy smile more of a devilish one. “Right, not the maid but let me guess you’re not so much volunteering as you’re being forced to come into this wonderful establishment and clean it and whatever the administration see fit, am I right?” It made sense, it was rare beautiful young women such as this girl wanted to spend their time in a place like this, let alone cleaning it. But Nathaniel has been wrong before. “Name’s Nathaniel,” he said now looking back up from the journal to the redhead. “Nate though, I like Nate.” That last part he managed to mumble so he wasn’t sure she’d heard him, though it didn’t bother him so much. His eyes continued to flick between Abby and the book as he spoke. “Kind of? I mean so far it’s been kind of boring. Apparently he was the guy who built this house for his wife. His very bitchy wife.”

[abbyinthedark]

"You guessed it. But, I don't mind cleaning. It's better than sorting through the old files." She said with a shrug, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. Of course, the girl did find the job.. off-putting at times. The few times she had insisted on working late had always resulted in her practically running out of the house. The place had never sat well with her to begin with, experiencing it only made her feel that more on edge. "Well, it's nice to meet you, Nate." The volunteer then took a step closer, pushing her bucket aside with her foot to keep the door ajar. "I'm sure he'd be thrilled to see what the place turned into. Same goes for his wife. Nothing says undying love like the house you built being turned into a mental hospital." 

[hewastheirfriendd]

[faithlessnate]

He looked the both unfamiliar and familiar girl up and down. She seemed unfathomable to Nathaniel, like he’d seen her around lots but he’d never really seen her around. It only made him think she wasn’t alive, that she was one of the ever so trapped souls within the Murder House. He also couldn’t really tell why she was cleaning or why she wanted to clean. “You don’t have to say that again…” The dark haired boy started, though he wasn’t really sure how to finish, he’d locked himself away from people for a while now. It seemed near impossible to talk to people. “But you’re not the maid, so why bother?” His attention turned back towards the book holding it up with both hands he had to look inside the cover to whose it was. “A journal,” the name was almost unrecognisable from the years it had been sitting. “I found it under my bed, I think it says it belonged to Charles Montgomery…”

[abbyinthedark]

"The maid? God, no." Her face puckered in disgust, but there was a lingering tone of childish amusement to her tone. She looked down at her bucket, perhaps she could continue her work, or maybe she could strike an interesting conversation with the stranger. As of lately, the girl had been able to make idle talk with most of patrons; maybe her luck would run strong with this interaction. "I'm Abby, and I also happen to one of the wonderful volunteers in this establishment." Pressing herself against the wooden door frame, she draped her arms across her waist and looked at the book with curiosity. "Montgomery? Sounds fancy. Anything interesting in the journal?"

[faithlessnate]

Whist you couldn’t often get Nate to read a book, this was one of those rare moments. He would have told his brothers to cherish the moment, but he was quite enjoying this journal he’d found under his bed. When he heard a knock on the door Nate perked up, “Come in!” He replied and as the door opened, the figure came into view but he just went back to hunching over, his attention towards the journal. “Sorry, I thought you were someone else.”

[abbyinthedark]

Though she breezed through her daily errands, maintaining the state of cleanliness she had forced upon some of the unoccupied rooms was often quite difficult; she liked order, and that was one of the many unattainable things within the asylum. She still tired, though, and in her own little way, it worked, up until she heard a voice answer her usual knock against the wooden door. Pushing the door open with her free hand, she welcomed herself in, only to be shut down by the boy perched in the seat. "I'm here to clean. The place is a pig sty." Discarding the damp cloth into her trusty bucket, she propped herself against the door frame, directing her eyes towards the obviously disinterested boy. "What are you reading?"