Hide Your Lies || Closed

Amelia sat on a small chintz chair in the corner of the activity room. Her arms were crossed over her chest, her brow was furrowed deep with thought, and her lips were pursed slightly. One of her favorite pastimes, though it probably did nothing to ease the fact she was a completely sane person in a mental ward, was to watch her fellow inhabitants during what could be considered their most "unscheduled" part of the day. Now there was a large storm on the horizon, it seemed they were growing slightly antsy and frantic, reactions to certain stimulus exaggerated tenfold, regardless of the ridiculous French song playing on repeat from the record player. She brushed her unkempt, raven-colored hair behind her ear and leaned back against the wall behind her, her gaze swooping from the room to what she could see out of the dirty, barred window. She didn't belong here and it was painfully clear that she didn't, and that was perhaps the part that made life at Briarcliff the most difficult.

"Sister Marguerite," a stern voice snapped the young woman from her game of 'Go Fish' with Pepper, who she probably considered her favorite person in the entire asylum and doted on the most. She shot Pepper an apologetic look and placed her cards aside, standing from the table, and stepping over to Sister Jude. The older woman was regarding her with a stern look and Sister Marguerite knew she was in trouble...yet again.

"This is the fifth time I've caught you in here instead of tending to your cleaning duties," Sister Jude spoke and Sister Marguerite stared boldly back at her. The hardened nun regarded her with an unreadable sort of disgusted look before shaking her head. "I'll have to see you in my office after you've finished coddling that pinhead." Sister Jude didn't wait for a reply, as she turned and marched out of the room.

"Yes Sister Jude," Sister Marguerite replied, eying the woman's back darkly before turning to Pepper, who looked as remorseful as she could. "It's okay, Pepper," she offered the woman a crooked smile as she tucked an awry strand of her strawberry blonde hair back beneath her habit, "I've had worse." She flattened her hands over the skirt of her black dress before reclaiming her seat across from Pepper, who looked like she no longer wanted to play the card game anymore.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid!" Sister Mary yelled at Dr. Arden. She wasn't happy with the way the experiment was going.

"It takes time!" he replied. She was angry, no doubt about it. Slamming her fist down on the medical table. "Calm down, Sister. Everything will work, like I said, it takes time.”

“If you're lying, I will tell Sister Jude.” she threatened with a very evil smile that sent chills down Dr. Arden’s spine. She wasn't the same person she once was, and it was becoming noticeable.

“I'm not lying, you'll see.”

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Walking down the long, dark hallway, Sister Mary swung her keys on her finger. She wasn't afraid of the dark, or anyone in this place. She wasn't afraid of anything, especially Sister Jude.

The fear went away fast, and Sister Mary was thankful. But now, Jude was in her way, and she had to get rid of her. Somehow, someway. She must be stopped. Sister Mary thought to herself as she checked if everyone was in their right spots.

Once that was done, she began making her way to the men's ward to check up on them. She didn't mind doing this, because it gave her time to think of ways to get rid of Jude. That was her main plan, and she needed to come up with a good idea.

Then it hit her. Dr. Arden can help.

(Hope this was okay!)

Amelia watched the interaction between Sister Marguerite and Sister Jude from her spot off to the side of the room, eyes lingering on the younger nun with rapt fascination. The woman was rather beautiful and she couldn't help but wonder what she looked like without her habit or in normal clothes instead of a plain black dress. Amelia often thought the same of Sister Mary, though there was something about her she thought was less wicked and more innocent, something far more attractive than outright beauty. The woman stood from her spot and stepped over to Sister Marguerite with a shy, crooked smile. "I could occupy Pepper, if you needed to leave," she offered and she felt just a small ounce of happiness swell in her as the younger nun offered her a thankful grin, accepted the offer, and dismissed herself from her room. Oh, if she could only produce one of those smiles from Sister Mary.

Sister Marguerite decided as soon as she stepped out of the room that she would take the long way around to Sister Jude's office. Perhaps the Sister would be even more cross with her for taking her dear time in meeting here. Disobeying and pestering Sister Jude was one of the few things that made her happy anymore, besides caring for some of the sweeter charges. Swinging around the corner to start the long trek through the men's ward, she risked a glance behind her, not seeing Sister Mary and nearly running headfirst into her if not for her attention being directed to the sound of keys hitting one another. She paused for a moment and greeted Sister Mary with a smile. "Good afternoon, Sister Mary," she spoke. "I was just on my way to Sister Jude's office-" For another caning, do doubt, she thought. "But if you needed help with anything, I'd gladly provide it." Sister Mary, Marguerite thought, had a far larger heart than Sister Jude.