Carrie White
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Post by Carrie White on Feb 2, 2009 11:05:51 GMT -5
Carrie was a mess. In all senses of the word. Even she had to admit that now. For a while before, she'd thought it would be solved soon; that she'd be dead. Apparently, however, not. Still, how she had survived, and gotten here, were questions to be answered later, when she could think more clearly.
Still clad in the blood-soaked remains of her prom dress, smears on her face and an open wound in her back, Carrie staggered towards the first building she came across--she vaguely saw that it was apparently some sort of asylum. Well, honestly, she could use the help...
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Post by Jonathan Crane on Feb 4, 2009 16:57:07 GMT -5
The bloodstained child was brought inside, and Crane was summoned to see what looked like a very serious case. A shame she already looked so frightened- there would be little left to break.
"Once she's washed off, bring her to my office."
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Post by Carrie White on Feb 5, 2009 15:29:37 GMT -5
At the moment, she was almost hysterical, unable for the moment to explain anything by any means other than sobbing. Still, they were at least charitable enough to take her in--they were supposed to, right? Before she really knew what was happening, she found herself washed, her wound at least partially dressed, and in another type of gown, waiting to see the director.
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Post by Jonathan Crane on Feb 5, 2009 16:13:23 GMT -5
Crane eventually came in and sat down by the girl. No, fear toxin would be a complete waste on this girl. Still, he might as well find out what he could.
"What's your name?"
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Carrie White
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Post by Carrie White on Feb 5, 2009 16:29:38 GMT -5
As usual when she was very upset now, small objects around Carrie rattled vaguely, though the movement was so slight it was easy to miss. Seeing him come in, she looked up with wide, almost bovine eyes.
"It's Carrie," she managed to mumble, shivering. "Carrie White."
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Post by Jonathan Crane on Feb 5, 2009 19:11:08 GMT -5
American, like him. He'd guess about seventeen years old.
"My name is Doctor Crane, and I'm here to help you. Would you like to talk about what just happened?"
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Carrie White
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Post by Carrie White on Feb 5, 2009 19:16:33 GMT -5
An entirely accurate observation, of course.
"They're all dead...I didn't intend that at first, but...but t-they all deserved it...I was taking them with me..." Suddenly, it occurred to her what had happened, and she reached up, wincing, to touch her injured shoulder. "...Why aren't I dead...? Where am I..."
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Post by Jonathan Crane on Feb 7, 2009 22:21:20 GMT -5
Any psychiatrist who wanted his patient to get better would not spring a sudden shock on a patient so obviosuly traumatised.
"You're in Paris."
Crane, of course, had no such good intentions.
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Carrie White
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Post by Carrie White on Feb 8, 2009 0:10:56 GMT -5
If Carrie had paused to consider it, she might have realized just how little she had traveled--hardly ever having left Chamberlain. This didn't look like any place around there, however; of course, this also meant that nobody knew her.
Still, needless to say, she was astounded, giving a choked gasp, then shuddered. "What? No...way...but how?"
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Post by Jonathan Crane on Feb 8, 2009 17:38:56 GMT -5
"Are you saying you have no memory of coming here?"
Of course she didn't- hardly anyone did. But she didn't know that.
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Carrie White
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Post by Carrie White on Feb 8, 2009 17:41:14 GMT -5
Okay, she had to calm down...take deep breaths...
No, on second thought, that hurt too much. "No. None at all--I've never even left Maine, how could I get here?"
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Post by Jonathan Crane on Feb 8, 2009 17:43:44 GMT -5
Crane took a few notes.
"Why don't we start at the beginning. When you came in, you had blood on your dress. Can you tell me why?"
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Post by Carrie White on Feb 8, 2009 17:51:35 GMT -5
That sounded like a good idea. Carrie nodded, arms wrapped around herself, ignoring the dull throb in her shoulder.
"That's, uhm, a long story...but it's not mine. It--I was at the prom, and they...it, um, got dumped on me," she said, trying not to sound too pathetic, though she doubted he'd believe her.
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Post by Jonathan Crane on Feb 8, 2009 21:08:06 GMT -5
"I see. How did it happen, then?"
It was odd, the momories that could be triggered at a moment's notice. His high school prom was when he had killed for the first time...not that the stupid boy hadn't deserved it. As he recalled, it was part of a prank gone wrong, but he didn't like recalling these things. Besides, it wasn't often that he killed directly, rather than sitting back and watching people kill each other in fear.
The only other time he could remember had been his mother.
((Oh wikipedia backstory, where would I be without you?))
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Post by Carrie White on Feb 9, 2009 0:25:00 GMT -5
"I dunno," she mumbled, shaking her head and lapsing into slightly less intelligible speech again. "Dunno...it was like a real date and everything....but they...it fell. And they were all laughing. All of them. They lied. Nobody liked me; they were all laughing at me."
Proms were, after all, a critical juncture in one's life. Strange, though, that they should have even that in common; had she known, Carrie might have found it interesting, if disturbing. Perhaps, like her mother had said, there were no such things as coincidences. Whether or not it was God's work, she didn't know.
((Indeed; bless the Wiki.))
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