Post by vastrix on Jul 20, 2018 17:13:10 GMT -5
There are a couple of different kinds of solitary confinement at the St Dympha Home for the Criminally Insane. One is in the “normal” part of the building where the facility is somewhat modern (circa 1950, but still) and the other is carved into the base of the mountain itself where ancient lighting, secret doors, and a legacy of traps as old as the Pyramids of Egypt await.
“Zolothach” Tabitha Osborne is in the oldest of cells in an area of the mountain known to play tricks on the mind and drain the sanity of even the most stalwart of staff who stand guard for long. This part of the facility was old when the asylum took over long ago.
Tabitha’s cell was hewn from the bones of the mountain. Her only adornments are a small blanket upon a stone bed, a rough bookshelf, and a hole to use as a bathroom.
She sits on the floor in the middle of the room, her eyes rolled up into the back of her head so that only the whites show.
We see an empty room. She sees a bookshelf full of ancient tomes of unspeakable lore and a dimly glowing window to the outside world where twisted things fly through the air on course to unknowable places. A tentacle slides across the window, suction cups as big as saucers. Tabitha smiles in recognition, speaking in a language that has sounds not meant for the human tongue to be able to perform.
Tabitha is focusing her mind. She can’t very well do much of a physical training program except for some personal exercise in this small space. So, she spends her time floating in the ether and learning secrets about her opponents whispered by spirits trapped within the confines of the old part of the asylum that have been there since before Christ was born. Alien spirits that have not known the contact of mankind during the living years of their kind.
She comes back to the the physical realm when she feels the door to the cell opening. Melvin the Orderly.
MELVIN: You have a visitor. He says that he’s a friend of yours.
Tabitha doesn’t move from her position to look at Melvin, but her expression is hopeful.
TABITHA OSBORNE: My Uncle, Thomas Mills?
MELVIN: Sure.
Tabitha stands up, making sure to keep her plain grey gown down as she stands. Not that Melvin hasn’t seen everything at one time or another. It’s just best to prevent temptation. She dusts herself off with a smile.
TABITHA OSBORNE: Lead the way!
Melvin holds aloft a pair of restraints with a smile.
MELVIN: You thought that you would be able to go down the hallway without being restrained and patted down?
Tabitha sighs, knowing full well what’s going to happen. Still, if she wants to see Thomas Mills, who may have a plan to get her out of here…
TABITHA OSBORNE: Fine.
She holds out her hands for the restraints that Melvin quickly puts on her. There is a hook above the door that takes Tabitha standing on her tippy toes to get the restraints hooked onto. This is so that Melvin can pat her down for weapons without being attacked.
Melvin starts a standard pat down, knowing full well that she doesn’t have but one pocket in the entire patient gown on the left breast. He pats the pocket down and works his way back down to the hem of the gown.
We go back up to see the discomfort on Tabitha’s face as Melvin begins to check more intimate areas for hidden weapons.
Melvin stands back up with a wide grin, waving two wet fingers under Tabitha’s nose.
MELVIN: Do you like that smell? You would think that being left alone in here without too much of an option to shower would make that stink, but it doesn’t. I would ask your secret, but I really don’t care.
Melvin reaches up, helping to unhook Tabitha’s restraints, and leading the way down the labyrinth of dimly flame lit hallways until they reach the semi-modern part of the asylum.
Tabitha is shoved into a dark meeting room, the door shut behind her. The only light in the room is streaming through the window to the door behind her.
TABITHA OSBORNE: Thomas? Are you in here?
A spark from a match being lit fills the room with a brief light as it’s being used to light a cigarette. Armand von Krauss, majority owner of Riot Star Wrestling, sits down at a table in the center of the room.
ARMAND VON KRAUSS: The light switch is behind you if you would be so bold as to flip it on. That way we can hold a conversation while being in full view of one another.
Tabitha swallows hard, flipping the switch to the room on behind her and taking a seat at the table. She took Melvin’s tender touches for this?
TABITHA OSBORNE: Where is-
ARMAND VON KRAUSS: Thomas Mills? He’s a guest within my black ship.
For those Final Fantasy fans, Armand’s black ship is something in a similar vein. An aquatic vessel of obsidian metals and dark woods that hangs in the air with the addition of a gigantic zeppelin balloon. Helicopter blades help it travel silently across the sky though there are jet engines mounted on the side that give the intimidating sight in the sky a much needed boost of speed. It’s like a black demon that hangs in the sky.
ARMAND VON KRAUSS: You would be amazed at the level of pain that Dr. Twist can still inflict upon the already broken Thomas Mills. Maybe I can bring a recording of his pained screams and of his begging. Would you like that, Tabitha?
Tabitha slams her hands down against the table with a loud smack. Armand goes silent with a grin, blowing smoke into the air.
TABITHA OSBORNE: My name is Zolothach! Let my Uncle go. There’s not a lot left that he can do to hurt you. Please?
Armand flicks ashes onto the table.
ARMAND VON KRAUSS: I will let him live, but you must do something for me. You are currently working for Sakura Shoujo Stampede…
TABITHA OSBORNE: What’s your point?
ARMAND VON KRAUSS: You want Thomas Mills to live? You’ll do exactly what I tell you to do. I want to expand my wrestling holdings into other companies. That pathetic Duke sold out from beneath me, but I will expand my holdings.
Tabitha leans back with a grin.
TABITHA OSBORNE: How are you going to attend both RSW and SSS shows? One person can’t do all of that.
ARMAND VON KRAUSS: My wife, Esmeralda, has been bored of late. She can attend SSS in my stead. The company is an all women company anyway. Yes?
Tabitha sneers, but looks more upset than anything.
TABITHA OSBORNE: I won’t do it. I won’t ruin my job for you. I’m going to win the X*Crown title and represent my company well!
Armand blows a cloud of smoke into the air with a devious smile.
ARMAND VON KRAUSS: Then I will have Dr. Twist record a farewell message from your...Uncle...before he is killed. Are you going to be alright with that? Sending your Uncle to Cthulhu’s waiting tentacles?
Tabitha’s expression changes for a moment to one of immediate concern.
TABITHA OSBORNE: No! I mean...he isn’t quite ready to visit my master quite yet.
ARMAND VON KRAUSS: He obviously is ready to see the Lord of Madness at the sunken city as you are not willing to cooperate even in the slightest.
Tabitha brings up both hands to wipe at her eyes.
ARMAND VON KRAUSS: It’s alright. We all face death at some point. How many faced death at your hands? Hmm? Dozens? Scores? Thomas will just be an indirect death accredited to you.
Armand crushes out his cigarette butt onto the table, reaches into an inside jacket pocket on his business jacket, and withdraws a smartphone.
ARMAND VON KRAUSS: I will just send the good doctor a text message saying that it is finally time to let Mr. Mills die.
Tabitha reaches across the table, but is unable to grasp the phone before Armand pulls it out of reach.
ARMAND VON KRAUSS: No? Perhaps you have something to say then?
TABITHA OSBORNE: I have so little family left!
ARMAND VON KRAUSS: Who is responsible for that? Who murdered your family? This will just be the final nail in the coffin for your family.
Tabitha wipes at her eyes again, but it’s a futile effort as she’s crying in full now instead of a couple of drops.
TABITHA OSBORNE: I’ll do it. Just...tell me what to do and I will work towards getting you a piece of the company.
Armand puts the phone away with a sadistic grin, getting out another Egyptian imported cigarette from a golden holder. He lights it with a match, blowing smoke into the air.
ARMAND VON KRAUSS: I’ll keep in touch, but for now...just wrestle your matches as per normal. Keep Rob Riot from winning the X*crown championship. I can’t have his stock rising too high within the company. He may decide to try to seize majority control with his win.
Tabitha draws her hands into fists, smiling at the memory of when she last saw Rob Riot in person, but then becoming angry when she remembers what he did to her.
TABITHA OSBORNE: He wouldn’t let me touch him. I will stop him from winning and win the match!
ARMAND VON KRAUSS: Good.
Armand rises, slowly walking over to the door, and knocking. Melvin walks into the room, ready to seize Tabitha, and take her back to her room. Armand casually seizes him by the throat and pins him against the wall, still smoking with his other cigarette. He blows a plume of smoke into Melvin’s face as he struggles to get free.
ARMAND VON KRAUSS: Zolothach is mine. You lay an untoward finger on her again or allow anyone else to do so and I will have your skin removed from your still living form and fed to you. Are we clear?
MELVIN: F-f-fuck you.
Armand pulls Melvin back and slams him against the wall hard enough to crack the drywall and leave a dent.
ARMAND VON KRAUSS: Are we clear?
MELVIN: Yes.
ARMAND VON KRAUSS: What?
MELVIN: Yes, sir!
Armand releases Melvin and heads for the door.
MELVIN: Wait! Don’t you need a guide to find your way out?
Armand dismisses him with a wave of his expensive cigarette.
ARMAND VON KRAUSS: I am well acquainted with the lay of the land, boy. I can find my way out. Just as I will be able to find my way to you if need be. Even in the deepest recesses of this dismal place.
Armand walks out of the room, leaving a pale faced Melvin looking at a smirking Tabitha. She rises up from her chair, letting her gown slide up a little above the small of her back before letting it drop. The mixture of desire and fear is plain on Melvin’s face.
MELVIN: Let...let’s just get you back to your cell. Shall we?
TABITHA OSBORNE: Of course.
“Zolothach” Tabitha Osborne is in the oldest of cells in an area of the mountain known to play tricks on the mind and drain the sanity of even the most stalwart of staff who stand guard for long. This part of the facility was old when the asylum took over long ago.
Tabitha’s cell was hewn from the bones of the mountain. Her only adornments are a small blanket upon a stone bed, a rough bookshelf, and a hole to use as a bathroom.
She sits on the floor in the middle of the room, her eyes rolled up into the back of her head so that only the whites show.
We see an empty room. She sees a bookshelf full of ancient tomes of unspeakable lore and a dimly glowing window to the outside world where twisted things fly through the air on course to unknowable places. A tentacle slides across the window, suction cups as big as saucers. Tabitha smiles in recognition, speaking in a language that has sounds not meant for the human tongue to be able to perform.
Tabitha is focusing her mind. She can’t very well do much of a physical training program except for some personal exercise in this small space. So, she spends her time floating in the ether and learning secrets about her opponents whispered by spirits trapped within the confines of the old part of the asylum that have been there since before Christ was born. Alien spirits that have not known the contact of mankind during the living years of their kind.
She comes back to the the physical realm when she feels the door to the cell opening. Melvin the Orderly.
MELVIN: You have a visitor. He says that he’s a friend of yours.
Tabitha doesn’t move from her position to look at Melvin, but her expression is hopeful.
TABITHA OSBORNE: My Uncle, Thomas Mills?
MELVIN: Sure.
Tabitha stands up, making sure to keep her plain grey gown down as she stands. Not that Melvin hasn’t seen everything at one time or another. It’s just best to prevent temptation. She dusts herself off with a smile.
TABITHA OSBORNE: Lead the way!
Melvin holds aloft a pair of restraints with a smile.
MELVIN: You thought that you would be able to go down the hallway without being restrained and patted down?
Tabitha sighs, knowing full well what’s going to happen. Still, if she wants to see Thomas Mills, who may have a plan to get her out of here…
TABITHA OSBORNE: Fine.
She holds out her hands for the restraints that Melvin quickly puts on her. There is a hook above the door that takes Tabitha standing on her tippy toes to get the restraints hooked onto. This is so that Melvin can pat her down for weapons without being attacked.
Melvin starts a standard pat down, knowing full well that she doesn’t have but one pocket in the entire patient gown on the left breast. He pats the pocket down and works his way back down to the hem of the gown.
We go back up to see the discomfort on Tabitha’s face as Melvin begins to check more intimate areas for hidden weapons.
Melvin stands back up with a wide grin, waving two wet fingers under Tabitha’s nose.
MELVIN: Do you like that smell? You would think that being left alone in here without too much of an option to shower would make that stink, but it doesn’t. I would ask your secret, but I really don’t care.
Melvin reaches up, helping to unhook Tabitha’s restraints, and leading the way down the labyrinth of dimly flame lit hallways until they reach the semi-modern part of the asylum.
Tabitha is shoved into a dark meeting room, the door shut behind her. The only light in the room is streaming through the window to the door behind her.
TABITHA OSBORNE: Thomas? Are you in here?
A spark from a match being lit fills the room with a brief light as it’s being used to light a cigarette. Armand von Krauss, majority owner of Riot Star Wrestling, sits down at a table in the center of the room.
ARMAND VON KRAUSS: The light switch is behind you if you would be so bold as to flip it on. That way we can hold a conversation while being in full view of one another.
Tabitha swallows hard, flipping the switch to the room on behind her and taking a seat at the table. She took Melvin’s tender touches for this?
TABITHA OSBORNE: Where is-
ARMAND VON KRAUSS: Thomas Mills? He’s a guest within my black ship.
For those Final Fantasy fans, Armand’s black ship is something in a similar vein. An aquatic vessel of obsidian metals and dark woods that hangs in the air with the addition of a gigantic zeppelin balloon. Helicopter blades help it travel silently across the sky though there are jet engines mounted on the side that give the intimidating sight in the sky a much needed boost of speed. It’s like a black demon that hangs in the sky.
ARMAND VON KRAUSS: You would be amazed at the level of pain that Dr. Twist can still inflict upon the already broken Thomas Mills. Maybe I can bring a recording of his pained screams and of his begging. Would you like that, Tabitha?
Tabitha slams her hands down against the table with a loud smack. Armand goes silent with a grin, blowing smoke into the air.
TABITHA OSBORNE: My name is Zolothach! Let my Uncle go. There’s not a lot left that he can do to hurt you. Please?
Armand flicks ashes onto the table.
ARMAND VON KRAUSS: I will let him live, but you must do something for me. You are currently working for Sakura Shoujo Stampede…
TABITHA OSBORNE: What’s your point?
ARMAND VON KRAUSS: You want Thomas Mills to live? You’ll do exactly what I tell you to do. I want to expand my wrestling holdings into other companies. That pathetic Duke sold out from beneath me, but I will expand my holdings.
Tabitha leans back with a grin.
TABITHA OSBORNE: How are you going to attend both RSW and SSS shows? One person can’t do all of that.
ARMAND VON KRAUSS: My wife, Esmeralda, has been bored of late. She can attend SSS in my stead. The company is an all women company anyway. Yes?
Tabitha sneers, but looks more upset than anything.
TABITHA OSBORNE: I won’t do it. I won’t ruin my job for you. I’m going to win the X*Crown title and represent my company well!
Armand blows a cloud of smoke into the air with a devious smile.
ARMAND VON KRAUSS: Then I will have Dr. Twist record a farewell message from your...Uncle...before he is killed. Are you going to be alright with that? Sending your Uncle to Cthulhu’s waiting tentacles?
Tabitha’s expression changes for a moment to one of immediate concern.
TABITHA OSBORNE: No! I mean...he isn’t quite ready to visit my master quite yet.
ARMAND VON KRAUSS: He obviously is ready to see the Lord of Madness at the sunken city as you are not willing to cooperate even in the slightest.
Tabitha brings up both hands to wipe at her eyes.
ARMAND VON KRAUSS: It’s alright. We all face death at some point. How many faced death at your hands? Hmm? Dozens? Scores? Thomas will just be an indirect death accredited to you.
Armand crushes out his cigarette butt onto the table, reaches into an inside jacket pocket on his business jacket, and withdraws a smartphone.
ARMAND VON KRAUSS: I will just send the good doctor a text message saying that it is finally time to let Mr. Mills die.
Tabitha reaches across the table, but is unable to grasp the phone before Armand pulls it out of reach.
ARMAND VON KRAUSS: No? Perhaps you have something to say then?
TABITHA OSBORNE: I have so little family left!
ARMAND VON KRAUSS: Who is responsible for that? Who murdered your family? This will just be the final nail in the coffin for your family.
Tabitha wipes at her eyes again, but it’s a futile effort as she’s crying in full now instead of a couple of drops.
TABITHA OSBORNE: I’ll do it. Just...tell me what to do and I will work towards getting you a piece of the company.
Armand puts the phone away with a sadistic grin, getting out another Egyptian imported cigarette from a golden holder. He lights it with a match, blowing smoke into the air.
ARMAND VON KRAUSS: I’ll keep in touch, but for now...just wrestle your matches as per normal. Keep Rob Riot from winning the X*crown championship. I can’t have his stock rising too high within the company. He may decide to try to seize majority control with his win.
Tabitha draws her hands into fists, smiling at the memory of when she last saw Rob Riot in person, but then becoming angry when she remembers what he did to her.
TABITHA OSBORNE: He wouldn’t let me touch him. I will stop him from winning and win the match!
ARMAND VON KRAUSS: Good.
Armand rises, slowly walking over to the door, and knocking. Melvin walks into the room, ready to seize Tabitha, and take her back to her room. Armand casually seizes him by the throat and pins him against the wall, still smoking with his other cigarette. He blows a plume of smoke into Melvin’s face as he struggles to get free.
ARMAND VON KRAUSS: Zolothach is mine. You lay an untoward finger on her again or allow anyone else to do so and I will have your skin removed from your still living form and fed to you. Are we clear?
MELVIN: F-f-fuck you.
Armand pulls Melvin back and slams him against the wall hard enough to crack the drywall and leave a dent.
ARMAND VON KRAUSS: Are we clear?
MELVIN: Yes.
ARMAND VON KRAUSS: What?
MELVIN: Yes, sir!
Armand releases Melvin and heads for the door.
MELVIN: Wait! Don’t you need a guide to find your way out?
Armand dismisses him with a wave of his expensive cigarette.
ARMAND VON KRAUSS: I am well acquainted with the lay of the land, boy. I can find my way out. Just as I will be able to find my way to you if need be. Even in the deepest recesses of this dismal place.
Armand walks out of the room, leaving a pale faced Melvin looking at a smirking Tabitha. She rises up from her chair, letting her gown slide up a little above the small of her back before letting it drop. The mixture of desire and fear is plain on Melvin’s face.
MELVIN: Let...let’s just get you back to your cell. Shall we?
TABITHA OSBORNE: Of course.
