Mrs. Coulter (i_gobble) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2011-01-16 11:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | in arkham, marisa coulter |
Opportunists (Narrative)
Mrs. Coulter was ill.
It seemed to start at day one, when doctors came to first inspect her. She was pale and shivering in the corner, her forehead damp with cold sweat. The poor woman sobbed when she begged them not to hurt her or put those needles in her. It was quickly apparent that this woman was helpless and did not need restraining. She was quick to obey orders, and submitted like a good vapid girl. The days continued, and her condition appeared to take a strange turn. Her symptoms bordered to catatonia, with her rigid limbs and obliviousness. She wouldn't make eye contact and was completely quiet. Yet her physical examination were negative. Then finally she was just mostly asleep. She was allowed to be alone.
She was asleep when the last nurse left. Minutes passed, until Mrs. Coulter's eyes flew open.
A monkey, its golden fur not as lustrous as it was dark and matted to his skin, crept to her bedside. Mrs. Coulter couldn't control herself, she sat up, and gave her daemon a furious squeeze.
You kept me waiting far too long Tears, genuine not compared to the ones she shed for the doctors, trickled from her eyes.
The monkey held back tightly, and fiercely that its nails dug on her thin clothes.
Mrs. Coulter held her daemon in both shoulders firmly, whispering, "Quickly, tell me what you have seen."
The daemon ricocheted with his story, from the time he hopped off from the medicine cart that left Mrs. Coulter's cage, but his story soon held no reason to be excited when he went on. There were several of them locked, in fact it did appear almost ALL of the City's inhabitants were locked. Mrs. Coulter recited names, all were locked in that prison. Not even the strongest had been able to escape (though clearly attempts were made, only for them to be brought back again). Some were deranged and had to be kept out of bounds. Some were allowed to wander, as it seemed they were seen of no danger to their captors. The monkey here bowed his head low, for he was not able to see everything. He and she would be too weak, and they needed some strength if they were going to get out alive.
No, no, I have a plan. Mrs. Coulter soothed her daemon, I will start talking. Maybe they will tell me something. About who runs this place. It is all connected to the whole scheme. To why we were taken in this world in the first place! Perhaps this place holds the answer that we have been trying to find ever since we had arrived. Or we could attempt to be allowed out, though...if you yourself said no one else were able to figure this place out...
Mrs. Coulter looked away, deep in thought. She might have been paler, and her hair might have been loosened and flattened even but her eyes were vivid with passion, lips fixed in a determined curl. She held beauty even in agony.
One thing is for sure. We were not singled out. And I had thought that City had us imprisoned for our efforts Mrs. Coulter referred to the spy flies she had been setting off, to collect information about the City and its citizens. Not that Mrs. Coulter was able to establish anything. She just found herself dealing with puzzle pieces that kept mounting as each day passes, owing to the City's constant changing.
Then what do we do?
Human and daemon eyed each other.
We can't rush to action action yet Mrs. Coulter held. We don't know anything. Compliance may be our key here. We need to be observant. This place could tell us more, so much more...
Mrs. Coulter paused to think. Was that place, a prison within their prison? It gave little to no relief to be out of that confinement, only to find themselves back in the City, which was simply a bigger (though far more scenic) prison. But she was not despairing at this thought. Their change in scenery, that itself must be a clue to how this whole City operates. And the more she understood about it, the closer she could find herself to the truth, to real freedom...
Yes...we stay I suppose, but learn. We will learn more...
The only real obstacle at the moment was staying as 'awake' as they possibly can.