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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Nov 14, 2007 18:49:21 GMT -5
*The trail had not been all that difficult to follow. After the insight about the wig, it was only a matter of time before Holmes tracked down several possible donors. A few were dead, or otherwise didn't match Megan's description. But one...
The idea that someone in charge of an institution like this one would profit from his patients' misery disgusted him. It was with a heavy heart that he knocked on the door of the asylum.*
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Post by NPC on Nov 14, 2007 18:52:59 GMT -5
Fogg leaned out the open door.
"May I help you, sir?"
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Post by Lady Norrington on Nov 14, 2007 18:53:56 GMT -5
Megan saw the light dart across the floor. Perhaps if Fogg forgot to shut it...
She lingered in the shadows of the entry hall.
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Nov 14, 2007 18:57:04 GMT -5
"Good evening, sir," *Holmes said.* "I'm seeking a young woman, age 25, with brown hair. Her family seeks her, and I have reason to believe she may be here."
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Post by NPC on Nov 14, 2007 18:58:32 GMT -5
"I'm afraid I cannot help you, sir. All of our... unfortunates... are here by their families' requests."
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Post by Lady Norrington on Nov 14, 2007 18:59:09 GMT -5
Megan froze. She was 25, her hair could be considered brown under the right light...
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Nov 14, 2007 19:06:33 GMT -5
"Of course, of course," *Holmes said.* "But do they never have family contest their incarceration? This man would have been tall, with fair hair and blue eyes. Extremely thin. I have reason to believe he was not in fact the family of the... unfortunate I seek."
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Post by NPC on Nov 14, 2007 19:08:14 GMT -5
"Oh, her. Poor disobedient thing."
Fogg glanced around the room and saw Megan crouching in the shadows.
"Ah, what luck. Here she is now."
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Post by Lady Norrington on Nov 14, 2007 19:08:41 GMT -5
As he came toward her, Megan stumbled backward, looking at him in terror.
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Nov 14, 2007 19:12:58 GMT -5
*Holmes saw the way she looked at him and strode quickly towards her, in case the man decided to visit some of his obvious ill-will upon her.*
"Megan?" *he called to her.*
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Post by Lady Norrington on Nov 14, 2007 19:14:41 GMT -5
"Yes," she said slowly. "That's my name. Megan. Not Johanna Vernet..."
She smiled a little, her dull eyes lighting up for the first time in more than a year. Then it faded.
"Are you here on Erik's behalf? Did he change his mind? Can I have Pina?"
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Nov 14, 2007 19:18:28 GMT -5
*Holmes felt a white-hot, righteous rage fire within him. This girl was nearly stupid with what she'd been put through.*
"No. A Mr. James Norrington."
*He looked over at Fogg.*
"I believe you'll find that this woman was placed here under false pretenses. The man who did so was not her husband, nor any relation to her."
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Post by Lady Norrington on Nov 14, 2007 19:20:43 GMT -5
"James sent you!?" Megan squealed.
She clambered to her feet, nearly tripping over her trailing white gown, and ran toward Holmes.
"You know James? He cares? He remembers? He still loves me after all?"
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Nov 14, 2007 19:24:39 GMT -5
He's got himself into a sorry state, that's for certain.
"He has been seeking you. You were not forgotten; merely difficult to find."
*He turned to Fogg.*
"I am taking the girl. You are no longer responsible for her safekeeping. Should Mr. Vernet inquire, tell him Mr. Sherlock Holmes has been."
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Post by Lady Norrington on Nov 14, 2007 19:26:37 GMT -5
"You're taking me to him!?" said Megan, grabbing the stranger's arm. "Do I get to bring the dress I had on when Erik left me here?"
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