Viktoria (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
woodsiequeen) wrote2010-06-02 10:30 am
woodsiequeen) wrote2010-06-02 10:30 am
Fourth Vine
[Viktoria found the letter in the mailbox and read it several times, very slowly, in order to absorb each and every word. This woman, Jane Smith, one of the mindless ones... she was a prisoner like Viktoria and everyone else here. And she had been changed, forced to comply, against her will. Now she was a servant of Mayfield.
a servant.
The word keep surfacing in her mind despite her efforts to push it away, but it was all so familiar. They didn't have metal faces but they were slaves all the same; slaves to this prison. Servants.
She is angry. Angry at this manfool that held this letter for so long. Angry that no one else seems to care. Angry at herself for taking so long to act.
Now seemed as good a time as ever to put that anger to work.]
[100% unfiltered because how do ishot web use telephone right]
Why was this information withheld for so long? For what purpose? Would sharing this poor woman's letter immediately not have benefited all who wish to escape this cage? What else is being hidden away, this very moment?
[She started rather calm, but her voice is slowly rising in volume.]
Are you all content to stumble around aimlessly, to roll over and do as you are told, to forget so easily? It has been weeks since the road to Westport vanished. What have we accomplished with what was found there? Nothing! How are we to do anything, as scattered as we are?
[As she utters the word "scattered" it almost sounds like there are several voices echoing under hers. She seems to have caught that, too, and sighs.]
We are only making it easier for this place to control us.
a servant.
The word keep surfacing in her mind despite her efforts to push it away, but it was all so familiar. They didn't have metal faces but they were slaves all the same; slaves to this prison. Servants.
She is angry. Angry at this manfool that held this letter for so long. Angry that no one else seems to care. Angry at herself for taking so long to act.
Now seemed as good a time as ever to put that anger to work.]
[100% unfiltered because how do i
Why was this information withheld for so long? For what purpose? Would sharing this poor woman's letter immediately not have benefited all who wish to escape this cage? What else is being hidden away, this very moment?
[She started rather calm, but her voice is slowly rising in volume.]
Are you all content to stumble around aimlessly, to roll over and do as you are told, to forget so easily? It has been weeks since the road to Westport vanished. What have we accomplished with what was found there? Nothing! How are we to do anything, as scattered as we are?
[As she utters the word "scattered" it almost sounds like there are several voices echoing under hers. She seems to have caught that, too, and sighs.]
We are only making it easier for this place to control us.
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Perhaps. However, the whip is only useful if you apply the right end. If it is far too long, take action yourself. This we call common sense. But I acknowledge the logic within your words.
[his lip curls up suddenly, before he controls himself.] Distasteful. [half parts morbid curiosity, half parts need for information drives him to ask.] What...results?
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Death. Violence. Trauma. The first is never permanent, as you may have noticed, as all three of those lost in the fire several days ago are already up and about again. The second and third are a fair bit more lasting. Those I have spoken to can recall every instant up until death upon awakening the next morning.
I'm sure you would agree that to say this has an unpleasant effect on those who die here is an understatement.