Alice Liddell (
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sirenspull_logs2012-02-17 11:14 pm
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I've seen the face of my affliction, of my reality
Who: Dr. John Seward (
doctor_seward) and Alice Liddell (
cruelwonder)
When: February 18th, 2012
Where: St. Teresa's Sanitarium
Summary: Alice goes for a second session of therapy. Seward's powers make themselves known. Bad Stuff happens.
Warnings: Spoilers for Alice: Madness Returns, mentions of torture and gore.
It had been two months since Jack's torture at the hands of Black Mask and his release. He'd done very little beyond staying at home, going to work, and seeing a few friends, and it worried Alice. Worse, every time she saw him, she was reminded of that night in the hospital with him curled next to her, looking broken and haunted. Since then, she'd wanted to kill Black Mask for what he did to Jack, for what he put all of them through. She wanted revenge. And, just like that, he had died in his cell. He'd barely been in the asylum for two months.
She didn't want to see the cell they put him in. She didn't want to be inside the Sanitarium at all. She knew for certain that she'd see it warp and twist before her very eyes, her madness taking over, if she walked its halls now. She couldn't. She asked for Dr. Seward to walk with her in the gardens instead to give them privacy and space. She didn't want to feel trapped inside of a place she had no intentions of returning to.
Dr. Seward had done his best to make her feel comfortable (despite the awkward memory of the TV broadcast months before). She trusted him more than she trusted any other doctor in the city outside of Daedalus Yumeno as Jack's physician.
As they wandered the gardens, she pulled her dark pea coat tighter around herself. She didn't mind the cold too much; she'd had to go out in less back in London during their dreadful winters. "Do you think it's right, Doctor, to want someone dead for all the pain they've caused others?" she asked. "He was a cruel man. What he did to Jack was unthinkable. And yet I can't help but feel as though he deserved far worse than what he received."
She wondered if Bumby deserved worse than his own fate.
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When: February 18th, 2012
Where: St. Teresa's Sanitarium
Summary: Alice goes for a second session of therapy. Seward's powers make themselves known. Bad Stuff happens.
Warnings: Spoilers for Alice: Madness Returns, mentions of torture and gore.
It had been two months since Jack's torture at the hands of Black Mask and his release. He'd done very little beyond staying at home, going to work, and seeing a few friends, and it worried Alice. Worse, every time she saw him, she was reminded of that night in the hospital with him curled next to her, looking broken and haunted. Since then, she'd wanted to kill Black Mask for what he did to Jack, for what he put all of them through. She wanted revenge. And, just like that, he had died in his cell. He'd barely been in the asylum for two months.
She didn't want to see the cell they put him in. She didn't want to be inside the Sanitarium at all. She knew for certain that she'd see it warp and twist before her very eyes, her madness taking over, if she walked its halls now. She couldn't. She asked for Dr. Seward to walk with her in the gardens instead to give them privacy and space. She didn't want to feel trapped inside of a place she had no intentions of returning to.
Dr. Seward had done his best to make her feel comfortable (despite the awkward memory of the TV broadcast months before). She trusted him more than she trusted any other doctor in the city outside of Daedalus Yumeno as Jack's physician.
As they wandered the gardens, she pulled her dark pea coat tighter around herself. She didn't mind the cold too much; she'd had to go out in less back in London during their dreadful winters. "Do you think it's right, Doctor, to want someone dead for all the pain they've caused others?" she asked. "He was a cruel man. What he did to Jack was unthinkable. And yet I can't help but feel as though he deserved far worse than what he received."
She wondered if Bumby deserved worse than his own fate.