Alabaster Grey

"A vampire itself drained of life. how quaint."

[straitjacket-angel]

TWs: Themes and depictions of institutionalization, medical abuse, manipulation, sensory deprivation, starvation and all triggers associated with vampirism.

"Alabaster Grey sat alone, straitjacket keeping her restrained and the bandages over her eyes preventing her from seeing. Not that she needed to. This padded cell was its whole world, after all."

Rules:

>>> No bigotry. None. None at all.

>>> Be patient. The blog owner has a lot of sideblogs.

>>> Alabaster uses she/it pronouns.

>>> In the case of open rps, all threads are separate timelines that converge when the rp closes. Alabaster remembers all of them.

Tags:

#Arms Held Taut Behind Her Back: Angst / Whump tag

#Doctor's Orders: Posts featuring Dr. Zachary Grey.

#Asylum Tapes: Backstory posts and non-interactible posts.

#Keeper Speaks: OOC posts

Event tags:

As of now, Not Applicable.

[straitjacket-angel]

Open RP: All roles welcome

- - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - -

<She was out.>

<She was out and it was surreal.>

<She didn't remember much, only that she'd been able to get the straitjacket undone, had mauled someone and ran.>

<Now she ran.>

<She was free.>

<For now...>

<she knew they'd find her again...they always did...>

<She might as well enjoy the fresh air while she can...>

- - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - -

[corvus-moleculae]

[ Bjarne skips happily next to her. There’s blood all over his mouth. Perhaps he bit someone ] “we should find some sticks”

[straitjacket-angel]

<She squeaks in panic>

"Wha- who are you!?"

[corvus-moleculae]

[ he gives it a funny look but shrugs it off ] “Bjarne. Your little escape was GREAT! Gave me a chance to skedaddle too”

[straitjacket-angel]

"I'm...—

<she pauses. Does she use the name the doctor gave her, or her own? No...she can't remember her own.>

—...Alabaster"

"What...happened the past...hour?"

[corvus-moleculae]

“I know dude” [ he wipes his mouth. The blood smears all over his shirt sleeve ] “Everyone got some free time—if you can even call it that—and I was kinda zoning out then someone screamed and I looked and you were trying to leave, so i decided; hey, it’s been a while since anything interesting has happened, and who am I if I’m not participating? So I ran after you. Security almost got us, but fear not! I have teeth and no issue with using them. And now we’re here”

[straitjacket-angel]

"We...need to get far from here..."

[corvus-moleculae]

“Good idea! But let’s grab some sticks too”

[straitjacket-angel]

<It grabs a good amount.>

"...So...what are you...sick with? They...had you for a reason, right?"

[corvus-moleculae]

[ he grabs a decently big one and swings it around like Charlie Chaplin. He smirks ]

“They haven’t figured it out yettt. I’ve got some stuff going on upstairs, but I don’t share secrets”

[straitjacket-angel]

"...mine makes me drink blood."

[straitjacket-angel]

Open RP: All roles welcome

- - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - -

<She was out.>

<She was out and it was surreal.>

<She didn't remember much, only that she'd been able to get the straitjacket undone, had mauled someone and ran.>

<Now she ran.>

<She was free.>

<For now...>

<she knew they'd find her again...they always did...>

<She might as well enjoy the fresh air while she can...>

- - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - -

[corvus-moleculae]

[ Bjarne skips happily next to her. There’s blood all over his mouth. Perhaps he bit someone ] “we should find some sticks”

[straitjacket-angel]

<She squeaks in panic>

"Wha- who are you!?"

[corvus-moleculae]

[ he gives it a funny look but shrugs it off ] “Bjarne. Your little escape was GREAT! Gave me a chance to skedaddle too”

[straitjacket-angel]

"I'm...—

<she pauses. Does she use the name the doctor gave her, or her own? No...she can't remember her own.>

—...Alabaster"

"What...happened the past...hour?"

[corvus-moleculae]

“I know dude” [ he wipes his mouth. The blood smears all over his shirt sleeve ] “Everyone got some free time—if you can even call it that—and I was kinda zoning out then someone screamed and I looked and you were trying to leave, so i decided; hey, it’s been a while since anything interesting has happened, and who am I if I’m not participating? So I ran after you. Security almost got us, but fear not! I have teeth and no issue with using them. And now we’re here”

[straitjacket-angel]

"We...need to get far from here..."

[corvus-moleculae]

“Good idea! But let’s grab some sticks too”

[straitjacket-angel]

<It grabs a good amount.>

"...So...what are you...sick with? They...had you for a reason, right?"

[straitjacket-angel]

Open RP: All roles welcome

- - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - -

<She was out.>

<She was out and it was surreal.>

<She didn't remember much, only that she'd been able to get the straitjacket undone, had mauled someone and ran.>

<Now she ran.>

<She was free.>

<For now...>

<she knew they'd find her again...they always did...>

<She might as well enjoy the fresh air while she can...>

- - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - -

[corvus-moleculae]

[ Bjarne skips happily next to her. There’s blood all over his mouth. Perhaps he bit someone ] “we should find some sticks”

[straitjacket-angel]

<She squeaks in panic>

"Wha- who are you!?"

[corvus-moleculae]

[ he gives it a funny look but shrugs it off ] “Bjarne. Your little escape was GREAT! Gave me a chance to skedaddle too”

[straitjacket-angel]

"I'm...—

<she pauses. Does she use the name the doctor gave her, or her own? No...she can't remember her own.>

—...Alabaster"

"What...happened the past...hour?"

[corvus-moleculae]

“I know dude” [ he wipes his mouth. The blood smears all over his shirt sleeve ] “Everyone got some free time—if you can even call it that—and I was kinda zoning out then someone screamed and I looked and you were trying to leave, so i decided; hey, it’s been a while since anything interesting has happened, and who am I if I’m not participating? So I ran after you. Security almost got us, but fear not! I have teeth and no issue with using them. And now we’re here”

[straitjacket-angel]

"We...need to get far from here..."

[straitjacket-angel]

Open RP: All roles welcome

- - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - -

<She was out.>

<She was out and it was surreal.>

<She didn't remember much, only that she'd been able to get the straitjacket undone, had mauled someone and ran.>

<Now she ran.>

<She was free.>

<For now...>

<she knew they'd find her again...they always did...>

<She might as well enjoy the fresh air while she can...>

- - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - -

[corvus-moleculae]

[ Bjarne skips happily next to her. There’s blood all over his mouth. Perhaps he bit someone ] “we should find some sticks”

[straitjacket-angel]

<She squeaks in panic>

"Wha- who are you!?"

[corvus-moleculae]

[ he gives it a funny look but shrugs it off ] “Bjarne. Your little escape was GREAT! Gave me a chance to skedaddle too”

[straitjacket-angel]

"I'm...—

<she pauses. Does she use the name the doctor gave her, or her own? No...she can't remember her own.>

—...Alabaster"

"What...happened the past...hour?"

[straitjacket-angel]

Open RP: All roles welcome

- - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - -

<She was out.>

<She was out and it was surreal.>

<She didn't remember much, only that she'd been able to get the straitjacket undone, had mauled someone and ran.>

<Now she ran.>

<She was free.>

<For now...>

<she knew they'd find her again...they always did...>

<She might as well enjoy the fresh air while she can...>

- - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - -

[corvus-moleculae]

[ Bjarne skips happily next to her. There’s blood all over his mouth. Perhaps he bit someone ] “we should find some sticks”

[straitjacket-angel]

<She squeaks in panic>

"Wha- who are you!?"

[straitjacket-angel]

Open RP: All roles welcome

- - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - -

<She was out.>

<She was out and it was surreal.>

<She didn't remember much, only that she'd been able to get the straitjacket undone, had mauled someone and ran.>

<Now she ran.>

<She was free.>

<For now...>

<she knew they'd find her again...they always did...>

<She might as well enjoy the fresh air while she can...>

- - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - -

[straitjacket-angel]

Open RP: All roles welcome.

- - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - -

TWs: General

- - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - -

<Alabaster sat in its room. Everything hurt Everything was fine. The straitcoat was tight perfectly comfortable and her arms were taut behind its back.>

<She knew not to squirm, that if she did, it'd dislocate something and then the doctor would have to fix her back up again. It knew that the belts tying her legs together made trying to get up impossible, anyways. What was it on about? Everything was fine. You aren't helping. It'd been fed recently, so there wasn't any thirst or hunger to be quenched please shut up.>

<She leaned against a padded wall, lightheaded. The bandages around its eyes and the bite block that'd been forced into her mouth made it all the worse. It was safer this way. The Doctor would take what he wanted and leave satisfied. It wouldn't be hurt. That was the most important thing. He wouldn't hurt her if she obeyed.>

- - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - -

[flightless-pigeon33]

[The doors open and someone sat by her]

[straitjacket-angel]

<Pigeon sees a person, with messy, stringy black hair, in a straitjacket, albeit worn such that her arms were forced behind her. It is wearing bandages over its eyes and has a bite block in her mouth. There are a few belts and straps keeping her legs attached to eachother and her ankles attached to her tighs.>

<The person is lying against one of the padded walls of the facility, exhausted.>

[flightless-pigeon33]

I got permission to remove the block so we can talk ok?

Nod if you understand.

[straitjacket-angel]

<a small nod.>

[flightless-pigeon33]

[She takes it out carefully]

There.

[Her voice is soothing]

I'm pigeon..

.... is it alright if I remove your blindfold too?

[straitjacket-angel]

<she shakes her head, not wanting to be blinded by the light.>

"...no...please..."

[flightless-pigeon33]

I can turn off the lights or dim it to make it comfortable.

[She puts a hand on her arm softly]

[straitjacket-angel]

<It flinches at the contact.>

"...it's...fine I don't...want to take it off anyways..."

[flightless-pigeon33]

Ok...

I'm pigeon. It is nice to meet you.

[She smells like she has a blood bag on her]

I'm not going to hurt you.

I'm here to keep you company

[straitjacket-angel]

<Alabaster's mouth waters a little at the smell but she manages to (almost) hide that.>

"Oh...t-thank you...I haven't talked to anyone but the Doctor in..."

"...I-I...I don't...remember..."

[flightless-pigeon33]

I understand.

[She offers the bag]

You can eat....

[straitjacket-angel]

"I...t-thank you...th-ank you so much!"

<a pause.>

"I can't really move my arms...and you're not allowed to take me out of this..."

[flightless-pigeon33]

[She holds it to her mouth to bite.]

Bite down

[straitjacket-angel]

<she does so, starting carefully, making sure to savour it, and then all at once once the thought of the bag being taken away crosses its mind.>

<Pigeon can't see it, but Alabaster's pupils are definitely dialated.>

[flightless-pigeon33]

I'm not going to take it away.

Don't worry.

[straitjacket-angel]

<the bag is empty, now. Alabaster seems much more...present, occasionally moving as opposed to being a statue.>

"...You came...for me? ...why?"

[flightless-pigeon33]

[She puts it back]

Because I heard about you... you seem to need someone.

So I came.

[straitjacket-angel]

"Oh...t-thank you, madam..."

[flightless-pigeon33]

Just pigeon

[straitjacket-angel]

"...okay..."

[flightless-pigeon33]

It's ok.

[straitjacket-angel]

<Alabaster leans against Pigeon, weakly.>

[straitjacket-angel]

Open RP: All roles welcome.

- - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - -

TWs: General

- - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - -

<Alabaster sat in its room. Everything hurt Everything was fine. The straitcoat was tight perfectly comfortable and her arms were taut behind its back.>

<She knew not to squirm, that if she did, it'd dislocate something and then the doctor would have to fix her back up again. It knew that the belts tying her legs together made trying to get up impossible, anyways. What was it on about? Everything was fine. You aren't helping. It'd been fed recently, so there wasn't any thirst or hunger to be quenched please shut up.>

<She leaned against a padded wall, lightheaded. The bandages around its eyes and the bite block that'd been forced into her mouth made it all the worse. It was safer this way. The Doctor would take what he wanted and leave satisfied. It wouldn't be hurt. That was the most important thing. He wouldn't hurt her if she obeyed.>

- - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - -

[flightless-pigeon33]

[The doors open and someone sat by her]

[straitjacket-angel]

<Pigeon sees a person, with messy, stringy black hair, in a straitjacket, albeit worn such that her arms were forced behind her. It is wearing bandages over its eyes and has a bite block in her mouth. There are a few belts and straps keeping her legs attached to eachother and her ankles attached to her tighs.>

<The person is lying against one of the padded walls of the facility, exhausted.>

[flightless-pigeon33]

I got permission to remove the block so we can talk ok?

Nod if you understand.

[straitjacket-angel]

<a small nod.>

[flightless-pigeon33]

[She takes it out carefully]

There.

[Her voice is soothing]

I'm pigeon..

.... is it alright if I remove your blindfold too?

[straitjacket-angel]

<she shakes her head, not wanting to be blinded by the light.>

"...no...please..."

[flightless-pigeon33]

I can turn off the lights or dim it to make it comfortable.

[She puts a hand on her arm softly]

[straitjacket-angel]

<It flinches at the contact.>

"...it's...fine I don't...want to take it off anyways..."

[flightless-pigeon33]

Ok...

I'm pigeon. It is nice to meet you.

[She smells like she has a blood bag on her]

I'm not going to hurt you.

I'm here to keep you company

[straitjacket-angel]

<Alabaster's mouth waters a little at the smell but she manages to (almost) hide that.>

"Oh...t-thank you...I haven't talked to anyone but the Doctor in..."

"...I-I...I don't...remember..."

[flightless-pigeon33]

I understand.

[She offers the bag]

You can eat....

[straitjacket-angel]

"I...t-thank you...th-ank you so much!"

<a pause.>

"I can't really move my arms...and you're not allowed to take me out of this..."

[flightless-pigeon33]

[She holds it to her mouth to bite.]

Bite down

[straitjacket-angel]

<she does so, starting carefully, making sure to savour it, and then all at once once the thought of the bag being taken away crosses its mind.>

<Pigeon can't see it, but Alabaster's pupils are definitely dialated.>

[flightless-pigeon33]

I'm not going to take it away.

Don't worry.

[straitjacket-angel]

<the bag is empty, now. Alabaster seems much more...present, occasionally moving as opposed to being a statue.>

"...You came...for me? ...why?"

[flightless-pigeon33]

[She puts it back]

Because I heard about you... you seem to need someone.

So I came.

[straitjacket-angel]

"Oh...t-thank you, madam..."

[flightless-pigeon33]

Just pigeon

[straitjacket-angel]

"...okay..."

[straitjacket-angel]

Open RP: All roles welcome.

- - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - -

TWs: General

- - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - -

<Alabaster sat in its room. Everything hurt Everything was fine. The straitcoat was tight perfectly comfortable and her arms were taut behind its back.>

<She knew not to squirm, that if she did, it'd dislocate something and then the doctor would have to fix her back up again. It knew that the belts tying her legs together made trying to get up impossible, anyways. What was it on about? Everything was fine. You aren't helping. It'd been fed recently, so there wasn't any thirst or hunger to be quenched please shut up.>

<She leaned against a padded wall, lightheaded. The bandages around its eyes and the bite block that'd been forced into her mouth made it all the worse. It was safer this way. The Doctor would take what he wanted and leave satisfied. It wouldn't be hurt. That was the most important thing. He wouldn't hurt her if she obeyed.>

- - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - -

[flightless-pigeon33]

[The doors open and someone sat by her]

[straitjacket-angel]

<Pigeon sees a person, with messy, stringy black hair, in a straitjacket, albeit worn such that her arms were forced behind her. It is wearing bandages over its eyes and has a bite block in her mouth. There are a few belts and straps keeping her legs attached to eachother and her ankles attached to her tighs.>

<The person is lying against one of the padded walls of the facility, exhausted.>

[flightless-pigeon33]

I got permission to remove the block so we can talk ok?

Nod if you understand.

[straitjacket-angel]

<a small nod.>

[flightless-pigeon33]

[She takes it out carefully]

There.

[Her voice is soothing]

I'm pigeon..

.... is it alright if I remove your blindfold too?

[straitjacket-angel]

<she shakes her head, not wanting to be blinded by the light.>

"...no...please..."

[flightless-pigeon33]

I can turn off the lights or dim it to make it comfortable.

[She puts a hand on her arm softly]

[straitjacket-angel]

<It flinches at the contact.>

"...it's...fine I don't...want to take it off anyways..."

[flightless-pigeon33]

Ok...

I'm pigeon. It is nice to meet you.

[She smells like she has a blood bag on her]

I'm not going to hurt you.

I'm here to keep you company

[straitjacket-angel]

<Alabaster's mouth waters a little at the smell but she manages to (almost) hide that.>

"Oh...t-thank you...I haven't talked to anyone but the Doctor in..."

"...I-I...I don't...remember..."

[flightless-pigeon33]

I understand.

[She offers the bag]

You can eat....

[straitjacket-angel]

"I...t-thank you...th-ank you so much!"

<a pause.>

"I can't really move my arms...and you're not allowed to take me out of this..."

[flightless-pigeon33]

[She holds it to her mouth to bite.]

Bite down

[straitjacket-angel]

<she does so, starting carefully, making sure to savour it, and then all at once once the thought of the bag being taken away crosses its mind.>

<Pigeon can't see it, but Alabaster's pupils are definitely dialated.>

[flightless-pigeon33]

I'm not going to take it away.

Don't worry.

[straitjacket-angel]

<the bag is empty, now. Alabaster seems much more...present, occasionally moving as opposed to being a statue.>

"...You came...for me? ...why?"

[flightless-pigeon33]

[She puts it back]

Because I heard about you... you seem to need someone.

So I came.

[straitjacket-angel]

"Oh...t-thank you, madam..."

[straitjacket-angel]

Open RP: All roles welcome.

- - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - -

TWs: General

- - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - -

<Alabaster sat in its room. Everything hurt Everything was fine. The straitcoat was tight perfectly comfortable and her arms were taut behind its back.>

<She knew not to squirm, that if she did, it'd dislocate something and then the doctor would have to fix her back up again. It knew that the belts tying her legs together made trying to get up impossible, anyways. What was it on about? Everything was fine. You aren't helping. It'd been fed recently, so there wasn't any thirst or hunger to be quenched please shut up.>

<She leaned against a padded wall, lightheaded. The bandages around its eyes and the bite block that'd been forced into her mouth made it all the worse. It was safer this way. The Doctor would take what he wanted and leave satisfied. It wouldn't be hurt. That was the most important thing. He wouldn't hurt her if she obeyed.>

- - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - -

[flightless-pigeon33]

[The doors open and someone sat by her]

[straitjacket-angel]

<Pigeon sees a person, with messy, stringy black hair, in a straitjacket, albeit worn such that her arms were forced behind her. It is wearing bandages over its eyes and has a bite block in her mouth. There are a few belts and straps keeping her legs attached to eachother and her ankles attached to her tighs.>

<The person is lying against one of the padded walls of the facility, exhausted.>

[flightless-pigeon33]

I got permission to remove the block so we can talk ok?

Nod if you understand.

[straitjacket-angel]

<a small nod.>

[flightless-pigeon33]

[She takes it out carefully]

There.

[Her voice is soothing]

I'm pigeon..

.... is it alright if I remove your blindfold too?

[straitjacket-angel]

<she shakes her head, not wanting to be blinded by the light.>

"...no...please..."

[flightless-pigeon33]

I can turn off the lights or dim it to make it comfortable.

[She puts a hand on her arm softly]

[straitjacket-angel]

<It flinches at the contact.>

"...it's...fine I don't...want to take it off anyways..."

[flightless-pigeon33]

Ok...

I'm pigeon. It is nice to meet you.

[She smells like she has a blood bag on her]

I'm not going to hurt you.

I'm here to keep you company

[straitjacket-angel]

<Alabaster's mouth waters a little at the smell but she manages to (almost) hide that.>

"Oh...t-thank you...I haven't talked to anyone but the Doctor in..."

"...I-I...I don't...remember..."

[flightless-pigeon33]

I understand.

[She offers the bag]

You can eat....

[straitjacket-angel]

"I...t-thank you...th-ank you so much!"

<a pause.>

"I can't really move my arms...and you're not allowed to take me out of this..."

[flightless-pigeon33]

[She holds it to her mouth to bite.]

Bite down

[straitjacket-angel]

<she does so, starting carefully, making sure to savour it, and then all at once once the thought of the bag being taken away crosses its mind.>

<Pigeon can't see it, but Alabaster's pupils are definitely dialated.>

[flightless-pigeon33]

I'm not going to take it away.

Don't worry.

[straitjacket-angel]

<the bag is empty, now. Alabaster seems much more...present, occasionally moving as opposed to being a statue.>

"...You came...for me? ...why?"

[straitjacket-angel]

Open RP: All roles welcome.

- - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - -

TWs: General

- - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - -

<Alabaster sat in its room. Everything hurt Everything was fine. The straitcoat was tight perfectly comfortable and her arms were taut behind its back.>

<She knew not to squirm, that if she did, it'd dislocate something and then the doctor would have to fix her back up again. It knew that the belts tying her legs together made trying to get up impossible, anyways. What was it on about? Everything was fine. You aren't helping. It'd been fed recently, so there wasn't any thirst or hunger to be quenched please shut up.>

<She leaned against a padded wall, lightheaded. The bandages around its eyes and the bite block that'd been forced into her mouth made it all the worse. It was safer this way. The Doctor would take what he wanted and leave satisfied. It wouldn't be hurt. That was the most important thing. He wouldn't hurt her if she obeyed.>

- - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - -

[flightless-pigeon33]

[The doors open and someone sat by her]

[straitjacket-angel]

<Pigeon sees a person, with messy, stringy black hair, in a straitjacket, albeit worn such that her arms were forced behind her. It is wearing bandages over its eyes and has a bite block in her mouth. There are a few belts and straps keeping her legs attached to eachother and her ankles attached to her tighs.>

<The person is lying against one of the padded walls of the facility, exhausted.>

[flightless-pigeon33]

I got permission to remove the block so we can talk ok?

Nod if you understand.

[straitjacket-angel]

<a small nod.>

[flightless-pigeon33]

[She takes it out carefully]

There.

[Her voice is soothing]

I'm pigeon..

.... is it alright if I remove your blindfold too?

[straitjacket-angel]

<she shakes her head, not wanting to be blinded by the light.>

"...no...please..."

[flightless-pigeon33]

I can turn off the lights or dim it to make it comfortable.

[She puts a hand on her arm softly]

[straitjacket-angel]

<It flinches at the contact.>

"...it's...fine I don't...want to take it off anyways..."

[flightless-pigeon33]

Ok...

I'm pigeon. It is nice to meet you.

[She smells like she has a blood bag on her]

I'm not going to hurt you.

I'm here to keep you company

[straitjacket-angel]

<Alabaster's mouth waters a little at the smell but she manages to (almost) hide that.>

"Oh...t-thank you...I haven't talked to anyone but the Doctor in..."

"...I-I...I don't...remember..."

[flightless-pigeon33]

I understand.

[She offers the bag]

You can eat....

[straitjacket-angel]

"I...t-thank you...th-ank you so much!"

<a pause.>

"I can't really move my arms...and you're not allowed to take me out of this..."

[flightless-pigeon33]

[She holds it to her mouth to bite.]

Bite down

[straitjacket-angel]

<she does so, starting carefully, making sure to savour it, and then all at once once the thought of the bag being taken away crosses its mind.>

<Pigeon can't see it, but Alabaster's pupils are definitely dialated.>

[straitjacket-angel]

Open RP: All roles welcome.

- - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - -

TWs: General

- - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - -

<Alabaster sat in its room. Everything hurt Everything was fine. The straitcoat was tight perfectly comfortable and her arms were taut behind its back.>

<She knew not to squirm, that if she did, it'd dislocate something and then the doctor would have to fix her back up again. It knew that the belts tying her legs together made trying to get up impossible, anyways. What was it on about? Everything was fine. You aren't helping. It'd been fed recently, so there wasn't any thirst or hunger to be quenched please shut up.>

<She leaned against a padded wall, lightheaded. The bandages around its eyes and the bite block that'd been forced into her mouth made it all the worse. It was safer this way. The Doctor would take what he wanted and leave satisfied. It wouldn't be hurt. That was the most important thing. He wouldn't hurt her if she obeyed.>

- - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - -

[flightless-pigeon33]

[The doors open and someone sat by her]

[straitjacket-angel]

<Pigeon sees a person, with messy, stringy black hair, in a straitjacket, albeit worn such that her arms were forced behind her. It is wearing bandages over its eyes and has a bite block in her mouth. There are a few belts and straps keeping her legs attached to eachother and her ankles attached to her tighs.>

<The person is lying against one of the padded walls of the facility, exhausted.>

[flightless-pigeon33]

I got permission to remove the block so we can talk ok?

Nod if you understand.

[straitjacket-angel]

<a small nod.>

[flightless-pigeon33]

[She takes it out carefully]

There.

[Her voice is soothing]

I'm pigeon..

.... is it alright if I remove your blindfold too?

[straitjacket-angel]

<she shakes her head, not wanting to be blinded by the light.>

"...no...please..."

[flightless-pigeon33]

I can turn off the lights or dim it to make it comfortable.

[She puts a hand on her arm softly]

[straitjacket-angel]

<It flinches at the contact.>

"...it's...fine I don't...want to take it off anyways..."

[flightless-pigeon33]

Ok...

I'm pigeon. It is nice to meet you.

[She smells like she has a blood bag on her]

I'm not going to hurt you.

I'm here to keep you company

[straitjacket-angel]

<Alabaster's mouth waters a little at the smell but she manages to (almost) hide that.>

"Oh...t-thank you...I haven't talked to anyone but the Doctor in..."

"...I-I...I don't...remember..."

[flightless-pigeon33]

I understand.

[She offers the bag]

You can eat....

[straitjacket-angel]

"I...t-thank you...th-ank you so much!"

<a pause.>

"I can't really move my arms...and you're not allowed to take me out of this..."

[straitjacket-angel]

Open RP: All roles welcome.

- - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - -

TWs: General

- - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - -

<Alabaster sat in its room. Everything hurt Everything was fine. The straitcoat was tight perfectly comfortable and her arms were taut behind its back.>

<She knew not to squirm, that if she did, it'd dislocate something and then the doctor would have to fix her back up again. It knew that the belts tying her legs together made trying to get up impossible, anyways. What was it on about? Everything was fine. You aren't helping. It'd been fed recently, so there wasn't any thirst or hunger to be quenched please shut up.>

<She leaned against a padded wall, lightheaded. The bandages around its eyes and the bite block that'd been forced into her mouth made it all the worse. It was safer this way. The Doctor would take what he wanted and leave satisfied. It wouldn't be hurt. That was the most important thing. He wouldn't hurt her if she obeyed.>

- - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - -

[flightless-pigeon33]

[The doors open and someone sat by her]

[straitjacket-angel]

<Pigeon sees a person, with messy, stringy black hair, in a straitjacket, albeit worn such that her arms were forced behind her. It is wearing bandages over its eyes and has a bite block in her mouth. There are a few belts and straps keeping her legs attached to eachother and her ankles attached to her tighs.>

<The person is lying against one of the padded walls of the facility, exhausted.>

[flightless-pigeon33]

I got permission to remove the block so we can talk ok?

Nod if you understand.

[straitjacket-angel]

<a small nod.>

[flightless-pigeon33]

[She takes it out carefully]

There.

[Her voice is soothing]

I'm pigeon..

.... is it alright if I remove your blindfold too?

[straitjacket-angel]

<she shakes her head, not wanting to be blinded by the light.>

"...no...please..."

[flightless-pigeon33]

I can turn off the lights or dim it to make it comfortable.

[She puts a hand on her arm softly]

[straitjacket-angel]

<It flinches at the contact.>

"...it's...fine I don't...want to take it off anyways..."

[flightless-pigeon33]

Ok...

I'm pigeon. It is nice to meet you.

[She smells like she has a blood bag on her]

I'm not going to hurt you.

I'm here to keep you company

[straitjacket-angel]

<Alabaster's mouth waters a little at the smell but she manages to (almost) hide that.>

"Oh...t-thank you...I haven't talked to anyone but the Doctor in..."

"...I-I...I don't...remember..."

[straitjacket-angel]

Open RP: All roles welcome.

- - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - -

TWs: General

- - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - -

<Alabaster sat in its room. Everything hurt Everything was fine. The straitcoat was tight perfectly comfortable and her arms were taut behind its back.>

<She knew not to squirm, that if she did, it'd dislocate something and then the doctor would have to fix her back up again. It knew that the belts tying her legs together made trying to get up impossible, anyways. What was it on about? Everything was fine. You aren't helping. It'd been fed recently, so there wasn't any thirst or hunger to be quenched please shut up.>

<She leaned against a padded wall, lightheaded. The bandages around its eyes and the bite block that'd been forced into her mouth made it all the worse. It was safer this way. The Doctor would take what he wanted and leave satisfied. It wouldn't be hurt. That was the most important thing. He wouldn't hurt her if she obeyed.>

- - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - -

[flightless-pigeon33]

[The doors open and someone sat by her]

[straitjacket-angel]

<Pigeon sees a person, with messy, stringy black hair, in a straitjacket, albeit worn such that her arms were forced behind her. It is wearing bandages over its eyes and has a bite block in her mouth. There are a few belts and straps keeping her legs attached to eachother and her ankles attached to her tighs.>

<The person is lying against one of the padded walls of the facility, exhausted.>

[flightless-pigeon33]

I got permission to remove the block so we can talk ok?

Nod if you understand.

[straitjacket-angel]

<a small nod.>

[flightless-pigeon33]

[She takes it out carefully]

There.

[Her voice is soothing]

I'm pigeon..

.... is it alright if I remove your blindfold too?

[straitjacket-angel]

<she shakes her head, not wanting to be blinded by the light.>

"...no...please..."

[flightless-pigeon33]

I can turn off the lights or dim it to make it comfortable.

[She puts a hand on her arm softly]

[straitjacket-angel]

<It flinches at the contact.>

"...it's...fine I don't...want to take it off anyways..."

[straitjacket-angel]

Open RP: All roles welcome.

- - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - -

TWs: General

- - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - -

<Alabaster sat in its room. Everything hurt Everything was fine. The straitcoat was tight perfectly comfortable and her arms were taut behind its back.>

<She knew not to squirm, that if she did, it'd dislocate something and then the doctor would have to fix her back up again. It knew that the belts tying her legs together made trying to get up impossible, anyways. What was it on about? Everything was fine. You aren't helping. It'd been fed recently, so there wasn't any thirst or hunger to be quenched please shut up.>

<She leaned against a padded wall, lightheaded. The bandages around its eyes and the bite block that'd been forced into her mouth made it all the worse. It was safer this way. The Doctor would take what he wanted and leave satisfied. It wouldn't be hurt. That was the most important thing. He wouldn't hurt her if she obeyed.>

- - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - -

[flightless-pigeon33]

[The doors open and someone sat by her]

[straitjacket-angel]

<Pigeon sees a person, with messy, stringy black hair, in a straitjacket, albeit worn such that her arms were forced behind her. It is wearing bandages over its eyes and has a bite block in her mouth. There are a few belts and straps keeping her legs attached to eachother and her ankles attached to her tighs.>

<The person is lying against one of the padded walls of the facility, exhausted.>

[flightless-pigeon33]

I got permission to remove the block so we can talk ok?

Nod if you understand.

[straitjacket-angel]

<a small nod.>

[flightless-pigeon33]

[She takes it out carefully]

There.

[Her voice is soothing]

I'm pigeon..

.... is it alright if I remove your blindfold too?

[straitjacket-angel]

<she shakes her head, not wanting to be blinded by the light.>

"...no...please..."

[straitjacket-angel]

Open RP: All roles welcome.

- - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - -

TWs: General

- - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - -

<Alabaster sat in its room. Everything hurt Everything was fine. The straitcoat was tight perfectly comfortable and her arms were taut behind its back.>

<She knew not to squirm, that if she did, it'd dislocate something and then the doctor would have to fix her back up again. It knew that the belts tying her legs together made trying to get up impossible, anyways. What was it on about? Everything was fine. You aren't helping. It'd been fed recently, so there wasn't any thirst or hunger to be quenched please shut up.>

<She leaned against a padded wall, lightheaded. The bandages around its eyes and the bite block that'd been forced into her mouth made it all the worse. It was safer this way. The Doctor would take what he wanted and leave satisfied. It wouldn't be hurt. That was the most important thing. He wouldn't hurt her if she obeyed.>

- - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - - <{X}> - -

[flightless-pigeon33]

[The doors open and someone sat by her]

[straitjacket-angel]

<Pigeon sees a person, with messy, stringy black hair, in a straitjacket, albeit worn such that her arms were forced behind her. It is wearing bandages over its eyes and has a bite block in her mouth. There are a few belts and straps keeping her legs attached to eachother and her ankles attached to her tighs.>

<The person is lying against one of the padded walls of the facility, exhausted.>

[flightless-pigeon33]

I got permission to remove the block so we can talk ok?

Nod if you understand.

[straitjacket-angel]

<a small nod.>