Post by HeatherHalliwell on Aug 19, 2011 13:19:15 GMT -5
(OOC: This is a roleplay I quicked up about another character I had, Rhiannon Ramsay. Some of you may remember her. It came to me last night while I was sleeping, so I thought I'd post it just for fun. I didn't bother much with HTML cuz I'm just lazy like that. Let me know what you think!)
Three figures are walking down a long, dimly lit hallway. It’s made purposely dreary by its lack of windows and plain gray walls. The soft bulb fluorescents give very little light. But the figures are bright in comparisons. Two orderlies in white scrubs are escorting a young woman dressed in a bright orange jump suit, bound in hand and feet chains down to the room at the end of the hall. Her hair is a mess knots and tangles and looks like it hasn’t been cared for in months. It’s covering her face. She’s bone thin, as though she hasn’t eaten in a long time.
One of the orderly’s steps in front of the woman and knocks on the door in a pattern of knocks. A voice calls for them to enter. The orderly behind the woman takes her by the shoulder and gently escorts her into the room behind orderly number one. The woman barely takes any notice, and allows herself to be guided into a seat in front of a desk. Behind the desk is an attractive redhead in her late 30’s. She’s seated with her elbows on the desktop, chin in her hands, just watching the progress of the young woman. She’s wearing smart, librarian style glasses but the eyes behind them are bright with interest.
Welcome back, Miss Ramsay. I was told that you wanted this appointment today. Does this mean you are finally ready to open up and tell me what troubles you so deeply?
The young woman finally looks up and straight into her shrinks eyes. Her hair moves away from her face and the incapacitated face of Rhiannon Ramsay looks up at the shrink at the mental hospital she’d been admitted to almost a year earlier. She nods minutely and waits for the orderlies to leave. They are heading out the door before the shrink realizes something.
Will one of you please remove the binds on this woman? She’s not to be tied up like some wild animal in my office.
The orderlies look at one another nervously.
With all due respect, Dr. Harding, this woman does have a history of mental instability and outbreaks of violence. Wouldn’t you feel safer if we left the cuffs on?
Absolutely not. Leaving her bound in my office is out of the question. Remove them, now.
The orderlies look nervous at the request, but do as they are told. Rhiannon doesn’t move a muscle during the entire conversation. Once the cuffs are removed, however, she rubs at her wrists, helping the blood to flow back into her fingers. Dr. Harding notices the red rings around Rhiannon’s wrist, indicating how tightly she was bound. She narrows her eyes at the orderlies and nods them out of her office. Once the door is closed behind them, Dr. Harding turns her full attention to Rhiannon. She doesn’t speak, allowing Rhiannon the chance to break the silence first. She observes the looks of the girl with a deep sense of pity. There was obvious beauty there once. Her hair would be lustrous with a good wash and a brushing. Her face and body would be a wonder to behold if nourished properly.
You’re staring at me, Dr. Harding. What do you see when you look at me?
I was rather hoping you’d be the one to tell me what you see when you look at yourself, Rhiannon.
I don’t look in mirrors anymore, Dr. I’ve let myself go intentionally. It’s only natural that the hate and ugly I am on the inside should be reflected on the surface.
What made you so hateful of yourself, Rhiannon? You are so beautiful. You had a budding career in the wrestling business. You had wonderful friends and you could have been a great woman to any man. What happened?
The typical sad story, Dr. I made all the wrong choices with my life. Then I chose to blame others for my misery instead of taking responsibility for myself.
You obviously want to change that. You checked yourself into this hospital over a year ago. But you’ve been silent. You don’t talk to anyone. You let yourself go, you starve yourself. All you’ve done is sit in your cell and…What? What is it you do in there?
I think, Dr. I think of all the people I’ve done wrong to. I think of all the lives I nearly ruined because of my own selfish greed. Particularly one woman. I would have taken everything from her. She had everything I could ever want in this world. If I could trade places with her, I still would.
Who is this woman?
Heather Halliwell. I’ve never known a woman so perfect. Everything about her is perfect. I don’t think there is a flaw to that woman.
Everyone has imperfections, Rhiannon. Perhaps you were just blind to hers?
No, Heather is the perfect specimen of a woman. She embodies everything ANY woman would want to be. Beautiful. Talented. Kind. Loving. She makes being a good person seem effortless. It’s no wonder everyone loves her.
I doubt that everyone loves her. You seem to though. You love her and I can sense a hero worship in there too.
I think it’s more like an obsession, Dr. Harding. If it were as simple as loving her and idolizing her, I wouldn’t want everything. I would have never actively tried to steal her life from her.
What exactly did you do to “actively try to steal her life”?
It’s a long story Dr, you may want to sit back and relax. It started when my cousin Chloe O’Brien and Heather skipped off into an undisclosed location. They wanted to be hidden, and for good reason. Heather was 7 months pregnant with the twins of a highly esteemed wrestler named Steve Jason. There was danger in carrying such children, however, as Steve Jason had highly dangerous enemies who would have gone to great lengths to get their hands on Heather and her babies. So Chloe and Heather hid themselves and brought me in to help take care of things. During that time, Heather told me stories of her life in wrestling, and the idea, the sound of the lifestyle appealed to me in such a way that I begged her to train me. So in the months she should have spent resting, and preparing for the birth of her children, she took time everyday to teach me trade secrets of the business. She couldn’t physically teach me wrestling holds, of course, but I’m a quick learner. I didn’t need hands on teaching. Finally, the day came, the birth of her twins. I helped hand deliver those babies my own self. But something went terribly wrong. Heather was losing a lot of blood, and it was weakening her rapidly. The babies were out and healthy, but Heather seemed to be losing the battle between life and death. Before she died, she gave me a note for Steve Jason, and asked me to deliver it to him. She told me where he was training, and I made it a point to join that federation. The XWF. I had every intention in making good on my word to her. But on my first day of training, when I laid eyes on him, my own greed and desires took over. He was the most handsome man I’d ever seen, and from what both Heather and Chloe had told me about him, he was honorable and fiercely protective of those he cared about. So instead of delivering Heather’s note, I kept it hidden. I gave him the news that Heather died during childbirth and that the children had been taken somewhere for safekeeping until he could claim them.
Here’s the part of the story that is going to turn me evil. What nobody on the planet knew was that Heather was actually alive. I read the note, and the note told Steve that she faked her own death to keep herself safe. The twins were going to be kept in a former safe house of Steve’s and he could find them there when he was ready. She also revealed that she would make her way there eventually to be with the twins, and once there, if he wanted to be with her again, she would be ready. I held this information… And then I sold it. I figured if Heather and the twins were out of the way, I’d have a clear path to having Steve Jason for myself. So I sold what I knew to a clan that was a blood enemy to Steve Jason, and Hallie Halliwell, Heather’s older sister and her fiercest enemy. Hallie hated Heather ever since they were teenagers and would stop at nothing to see her life destroyed around her. No one knows what turned Hallie against Heather in such a way, but it never stopped. She did some of the worst things conceivable to try and ruin Heather’s life. This included hiring an assassin to murder their youngest sister Holly and cover it up to look like a suicide.
But anything Hallie threw at Heather, Heather took and came out of everything the better. She’s been to hell and back because of her sister, and still remains completely uncorrupted. I’ve NEVER met someone who was incorruptible until I met Heather. No wonder I wanted to be her. She’s so pure of heart and soul, nothing evil could ever touch her. I wanted that. I wanted to be that. And the place to start was to dispose of her and take up a place at her mans side. But the guilt of it all, it got to me. I eventually confessed everything to Steve Jason. But it’s not as simple as it sounds. It wasn’t just for Heather’s sake. It was because I was being stalked by a member of the clan that hated Steve. He wanted Steve dead, and he wanted me for his bride. And by then, they had Heather and the twins held captive in their village. Steve cast me out when I told the truth, and I was taken captive as the bride to a man I hated. I spent all my time in his marriage bed trying to figure out how I could escape, and take Heather and the twins with me. Eventually, I found my opportunity and killed my “husband”. I got Heather and the twins safely out and burned that village to the ground.
Once we were far enough away, I dropped Heather and the twins off at a safe house. Heather begged me to stay with them. She had no idea of my betrayal. She still trusted me, still saw only the good in me. That’s why I couldn’t stay. I couldn’t look a good woman in the eye and pretend that her suffering wasn’t my own fault. So I snuck out while they were all asleep one night and went back to the XWF. But things were clearly different for me now. Chloe, my own cousin, had casted me out. Steve Jason refused to listen to my side of things. He only knew what was in front of him. And the rejection from these people made me bitter. I was so full of hate, and it just consumed me. I blamed them all for what happened to me. I made myself believe that they refused to help me and that allowing me to be married to a man I hated and raped by him every night was THEIR way of punishing me for doing the wrong things. And I hated them for it. But slowly, very slowly, I began to realize what was happening to me. I was losing my sanity and striking out at innocent people. I began to realize that the only person I had to blame was myself, and the ghosts of those I’d done harm to started to haunt me. I was losing my mind more and more, and finally, I checked myself in here. Once here, it allowed me all the time in the world to live with the ghosts of everyone that hated me, and I deserved it. I deserve that hatred, the enmity from those people who I’d done wrong to. But I wasn’t ready to reveal myself yet. To you or to anyone else. I had to live with what I’d done, accept it in full, and accept all the responsibility before I could make a clean break. And it starts tonight with this confession. I hope you’ve had your tape running doctor, because this is the one and only time I will confess my sins to anyone. So I hope God was listening tonight, as well.
With that, Rhiannon sits back in her chair and stares across the desk at Dr. Harding. The doctor is open mouthed in shock at what she just heard. She doesn’t know what to say or what to do at this point. Never before has she ever heard such a passionate confession of obsession and betrayal from any person. Never had anyone opened up this much about so much in one session. At a complete loss as to what to do next, she got up from her seat and began to pace her desk.
You’ve left me with a lot to think about, Rhiannon. Since you were honest with me, I’ll be honest with you. I have no idea how to process it all at once. I may need a couple days to sort everything out and then I’ll call you back in for another appointment where we can sort it all out bit by bit. Does that sound like a plan to you?
Rhiannon merely nods up at the doctor. Dr. Harding pushed a buzzer behind her desk and the orderlies come back in. They put Rhiannon back into her restraints and lead her back to her tiny cell. Once the door is closed and the orderlies leave, Rhiannon looks around her cell and sighs. It’s a sigh of satisfaction. Her story was now going to be documented. She told everything she had to tell and now she could go in peace. She looks behind her again to make sure no one is watching then walks over to her little cot. She pulls up the mattress and stares down at the dagger she’d bought off one of the other patients. She picks it up and lets the cot drop back down to the bed. She stares at it long and hard and then begins to sing.
I hurt myself today… To see if I still feel… I focus on the pain… the only thing that’s real…
As she sings the words, she takes a deep breath, readies the dagger, and without a hesitation, slashes the blade across her own throat. Her eyes go wide as the pain hits her. She drops the dagger with a clatter and brings her hands up to her throat. She’s bleeding profusely, her hands are already covered in the crimson liquid that once ran through her body. She falls over onto the floor and closes her eyes, welcoming death. It doesn’t take long, and in her final moment, a peaceful smile comes over her face. That’s how they found her.
Three figures are walking down a long, dimly lit hallway. It’s made purposely dreary by its lack of windows and plain gray walls. The soft bulb fluorescents give very little light. But the figures are bright in comparisons. Two orderlies in white scrubs are escorting a young woman dressed in a bright orange jump suit, bound in hand and feet chains down to the room at the end of the hall. Her hair is a mess knots and tangles and looks like it hasn’t been cared for in months. It’s covering her face. She’s bone thin, as though she hasn’t eaten in a long time.
One of the orderly’s steps in front of the woman and knocks on the door in a pattern of knocks. A voice calls for them to enter. The orderly behind the woman takes her by the shoulder and gently escorts her into the room behind orderly number one. The woman barely takes any notice, and allows herself to be guided into a seat in front of a desk. Behind the desk is an attractive redhead in her late 30’s. She’s seated with her elbows on the desktop, chin in her hands, just watching the progress of the young woman. She’s wearing smart, librarian style glasses but the eyes behind them are bright with interest.
Welcome back, Miss Ramsay. I was told that you wanted this appointment today. Does this mean you are finally ready to open up and tell me what troubles you so deeply?
The young woman finally looks up and straight into her shrinks eyes. Her hair moves away from her face and the incapacitated face of Rhiannon Ramsay looks up at the shrink at the mental hospital she’d been admitted to almost a year earlier. She nods minutely and waits for the orderlies to leave. They are heading out the door before the shrink realizes something.
Will one of you please remove the binds on this woman? She’s not to be tied up like some wild animal in my office.
The orderlies look at one another nervously.
With all due respect, Dr. Harding, this woman does have a history of mental instability and outbreaks of violence. Wouldn’t you feel safer if we left the cuffs on?
Absolutely not. Leaving her bound in my office is out of the question. Remove them, now.
The orderlies look nervous at the request, but do as they are told. Rhiannon doesn’t move a muscle during the entire conversation. Once the cuffs are removed, however, she rubs at her wrists, helping the blood to flow back into her fingers. Dr. Harding notices the red rings around Rhiannon’s wrist, indicating how tightly she was bound. She narrows her eyes at the orderlies and nods them out of her office. Once the door is closed behind them, Dr. Harding turns her full attention to Rhiannon. She doesn’t speak, allowing Rhiannon the chance to break the silence first. She observes the looks of the girl with a deep sense of pity. There was obvious beauty there once. Her hair would be lustrous with a good wash and a brushing. Her face and body would be a wonder to behold if nourished properly.
You’re staring at me, Dr. Harding. What do you see when you look at me?
I was rather hoping you’d be the one to tell me what you see when you look at yourself, Rhiannon.
I don’t look in mirrors anymore, Dr. I’ve let myself go intentionally. It’s only natural that the hate and ugly I am on the inside should be reflected on the surface.
What made you so hateful of yourself, Rhiannon? You are so beautiful. You had a budding career in the wrestling business. You had wonderful friends and you could have been a great woman to any man. What happened?
The typical sad story, Dr. I made all the wrong choices with my life. Then I chose to blame others for my misery instead of taking responsibility for myself.
You obviously want to change that. You checked yourself into this hospital over a year ago. But you’ve been silent. You don’t talk to anyone. You let yourself go, you starve yourself. All you’ve done is sit in your cell and…What? What is it you do in there?
I think, Dr. I think of all the people I’ve done wrong to. I think of all the lives I nearly ruined because of my own selfish greed. Particularly one woman. I would have taken everything from her. She had everything I could ever want in this world. If I could trade places with her, I still would.
Who is this woman?
Heather Halliwell. I’ve never known a woman so perfect. Everything about her is perfect. I don’t think there is a flaw to that woman.
Everyone has imperfections, Rhiannon. Perhaps you were just blind to hers?
No, Heather is the perfect specimen of a woman. She embodies everything ANY woman would want to be. Beautiful. Talented. Kind. Loving. She makes being a good person seem effortless. It’s no wonder everyone loves her.
I doubt that everyone loves her. You seem to though. You love her and I can sense a hero worship in there too.
I think it’s more like an obsession, Dr. Harding. If it were as simple as loving her and idolizing her, I wouldn’t want everything. I would have never actively tried to steal her life from her.
What exactly did you do to “actively try to steal her life”?
It’s a long story Dr, you may want to sit back and relax. It started when my cousin Chloe O’Brien and Heather skipped off into an undisclosed location. They wanted to be hidden, and for good reason. Heather was 7 months pregnant with the twins of a highly esteemed wrestler named Steve Jason. There was danger in carrying such children, however, as Steve Jason had highly dangerous enemies who would have gone to great lengths to get their hands on Heather and her babies. So Chloe and Heather hid themselves and brought me in to help take care of things. During that time, Heather told me stories of her life in wrestling, and the idea, the sound of the lifestyle appealed to me in such a way that I begged her to train me. So in the months she should have spent resting, and preparing for the birth of her children, she took time everyday to teach me trade secrets of the business. She couldn’t physically teach me wrestling holds, of course, but I’m a quick learner. I didn’t need hands on teaching. Finally, the day came, the birth of her twins. I helped hand deliver those babies my own self. But something went terribly wrong. Heather was losing a lot of blood, and it was weakening her rapidly. The babies were out and healthy, but Heather seemed to be losing the battle between life and death. Before she died, she gave me a note for Steve Jason, and asked me to deliver it to him. She told me where he was training, and I made it a point to join that federation. The XWF. I had every intention in making good on my word to her. But on my first day of training, when I laid eyes on him, my own greed and desires took over. He was the most handsome man I’d ever seen, and from what both Heather and Chloe had told me about him, he was honorable and fiercely protective of those he cared about. So instead of delivering Heather’s note, I kept it hidden. I gave him the news that Heather died during childbirth and that the children had been taken somewhere for safekeeping until he could claim them.
Here’s the part of the story that is going to turn me evil. What nobody on the planet knew was that Heather was actually alive. I read the note, and the note told Steve that she faked her own death to keep herself safe. The twins were going to be kept in a former safe house of Steve’s and he could find them there when he was ready. She also revealed that she would make her way there eventually to be with the twins, and once there, if he wanted to be with her again, she would be ready. I held this information… And then I sold it. I figured if Heather and the twins were out of the way, I’d have a clear path to having Steve Jason for myself. So I sold what I knew to a clan that was a blood enemy to Steve Jason, and Hallie Halliwell, Heather’s older sister and her fiercest enemy. Hallie hated Heather ever since they were teenagers and would stop at nothing to see her life destroyed around her. No one knows what turned Hallie against Heather in such a way, but it never stopped. She did some of the worst things conceivable to try and ruin Heather’s life. This included hiring an assassin to murder their youngest sister Holly and cover it up to look like a suicide.
But anything Hallie threw at Heather, Heather took and came out of everything the better. She’s been to hell and back because of her sister, and still remains completely uncorrupted. I’ve NEVER met someone who was incorruptible until I met Heather. No wonder I wanted to be her. She’s so pure of heart and soul, nothing evil could ever touch her. I wanted that. I wanted to be that. And the place to start was to dispose of her and take up a place at her mans side. But the guilt of it all, it got to me. I eventually confessed everything to Steve Jason. But it’s not as simple as it sounds. It wasn’t just for Heather’s sake. It was because I was being stalked by a member of the clan that hated Steve. He wanted Steve dead, and he wanted me for his bride. And by then, they had Heather and the twins held captive in their village. Steve cast me out when I told the truth, and I was taken captive as the bride to a man I hated. I spent all my time in his marriage bed trying to figure out how I could escape, and take Heather and the twins with me. Eventually, I found my opportunity and killed my “husband”. I got Heather and the twins safely out and burned that village to the ground.
Once we were far enough away, I dropped Heather and the twins off at a safe house. Heather begged me to stay with them. She had no idea of my betrayal. She still trusted me, still saw only the good in me. That’s why I couldn’t stay. I couldn’t look a good woman in the eye and pretend that her suffering wasn’t my own fault. So I snuck out while they were all asleep one night and went back to the XWF. But things were clearly different for me now. Chloe, my own cousin, had casted me out. Steve Jason refused to listen to my side of things. He only knew what was in front of him. And the rejection from these people made me bitter. I was so full of hate, and it just consumed me. I blamed them all for what happened to me. I made myself believe that they refused to help me and that allowing me to be married to a man I hated and raped by him every night was THEIR way of punishing me for doing the wrong things. And I hated them for it. But slowly, very slowly, I began to realize what was happening to me. I was losing my sanity and striking out at innocent people. I began to realize that the only person I had to blame was myself, and the ghosts of those I’d done harm to started to haunt me. I was losing my mind more and more, and finally, I checked myself in here. Once here, it allowed me all the time in the world to live with the ghosts of everyone that hated me, and I deserved it. I deserve that hatred, the enmity from those people who I’d done wrong to. But I wasn’t ready to reveal myself yet. To you or to anyone else. I had to live with what I’d done, accept it in full, and accept all the responsibility before I could make a clean break. And it starts tonight with this confession. I hope you’ve had your tape running doctor, because this is the one and only time I will confess my sins to anyone. So I hope God was listening tonight, as well.
With that, Rhiannon sits back in her chair and stares across the desk at Dr. Harding. The doctor is open mouthed in shock at what she just heard. She doesn’t know what to say or what to do at this point. Never before has she ever heard such a passionate confession of obsession and betrayal from any person. Never had anyone opened up this much about so much in one session. At a complete loss as to what to do next, she got up from her seat and began to pace her desk.
You’ve left me with a lot to think about, Rhiannon. Since you were honest with me, I’ll be honest with you. I have no idea how to process it all at once. I may need a couple days to sort everything out and then I’ll call you back in for another appointment where we can sort it all out bit by bit. Does that sound like a plan to you?
Rhiannon merely nods up at the doctor. Dr. Harding pushed a buzzer behind her desk and the orderlies come back in. They put Rhiannon back into her restraints and lead her back to her tiny cell. Once the door is closed and the orderlies leave, Rhiannon looks around her cell and sighs. It’s a sigh of satisfaction. Her story was now going to be documented. She told everything she had to tell and now she could go in peace. She looks behind her again to make sure no one is watching then walks over to her little cot. She pulls up the mattress and stares down at the dagger she’d bought off one of the other patients. She picks it up and lets the cot drop back down to the bed. She stares at it long and hard and then begins to sing.
I hurt myself today… To see if I still feel… I focus on the pain… the only thing that’s real…
As she sings the words, she takes a deep breath, readies the dagger, and without a hesitation, slashes the blade across her own throat. Her eyes go wide as the pain hits her. She drops the dagger with a clatter and brings her hands up to her throat. She’s bleeding profusely, her hands are already covered in the crimson liquid that once ran through her body. She falls over onto the floor and closes her eyes, welcoming death. It doesn’t take long, and in her final moment, a peaceful smile comes over her face. That’s how they found her.