The Test of Babs, (Silly please!)

['Emmeline Kaiden]

Emmeline has set the small excuse of an office up in a way that puts her close to the door. Not that she's afraid, but that she's cautious, this new girl that she's about to see attacked an orderly who's still out on medical leave and she has no intention of following in his footsteps. Pale boney hands shuffle the papers on her desk before sliding along the thin edge of the needle she's secured from one of the nurses 'just in case', she shoves it into her top drawer before standing and impatiently smoothing the ruffles from her long brown skirt.

"Well," she says impatiently, "Where is she?" Just then a knock sounds on the door and she flutters over to it, attempting a sweet smile that ends up being more creepy than anything.

"Hello dear, please come in. Yes, come on, hurry up now. We have a lot to do. You're new here, arent' you? I'm so eager to work with you. I think we will do lots of good things, you and I. Here, sit." arm stretching out to suggest a lone chair some five feet away and isolated from everything else in the room. Yes, Emmeline could stand to work on her personal skills.

[Silly Caster]

Silly hadn't quite been herself since the confusing day out in the yard. Well, for that matter, when was she ever herself?

She entered the office as the door was opened. Giving a very short, and none to genial stare at the woman there to greet her. Babs hung by one ear in her right hand as her left fed a lock of raven black hair into her pale lips. A nervous habbit of hers, when she wasn't hurting people.

Then again, at that moment, Silly seemed rather calm and placid. Bare feet shuffled to the provided chair and she sat in it with a plop. But it wasn't that she was doped up. Or that she was even in a good mood. It was simply that blood was a catalyst for her violent behaviors. And it just so happened that there seemed to be a lot of blood around the asylum. It seemed...someone was always bleeding.

In the chair, so very far away from the desk. She set that empty stare at the papers and quill on the desk. Head tilting. And it was aparent the wheels were turning in there. Even if her stoic nature served to disprove this.

Babs ended up nestled in her lap as she drew her legs up to sit indian style in the chair. No matter how awkward or uncomfortable this may have looked in the style chair she was provided. And unlike Nins bear, Babs was clean of the blood that had stained it earlier that week. She took good care of her Babs. Good care...

['Emmeline Kaiden]

Emmeline's long slender hands flutter together like nervous birds, clasping at one another and curling to still themself as she looks to Silly and then up at the orderly who's paused in the door. "Thank you Klaus, I'm sure we'll be just fine." Then, on second thought, leaning in to whisper something into the man's ear before she turns her attention back to Silly and offers her an unintentionally icy smile.

"Silly, is it?" she questions as she comes to sit down behind the large desk that seperates her section of the room from the girls. Dark eyes playing over the little creature before her as the crookid wheels in her head begin to rumble and turn. "Do you like games, Silly?" she questions as she steeples her fingers together atop the desk.

"I know of one that's so much fun. Would you play it with me? This is how it goes... I say a word and you tell me the first thing that comes into mind. Would you like to try that?"

[Silly Caster]

She didn't seem to mind that there was whispering going on. Or, for that matter, didn't seem to notice. She was too busy staring at the contents of that desk. Her hands free from holding Babs, they now slid serpentine like up the chair arms and fingertips tightened on the curve of the ends of them. Nails digging into the wood so hard that they began to bend, and leave marks there.

But her mind snapped out of whatever idea it was brewing up. Hearing the woman's voice speaking directly to her now. And she said her name. She knew her name was Silly. For some reason this intruiged her. Perhapse it was because it was the first time she had heard her own name spoken in the entire week she had been here.

At the mention of a game, Sillys expression didnt really change. Nor did she reply further than tilting her head to the right. Tose raven locks of hers shifting to the side, sliding off a sickly thin shoulder.

Silly didn't eat much. And if not forced, she didn't eat at all. Therefor her body was rather rail thin. With each bone clearly marked. But it was also clear that the muscle mas she did still posesse was in fine working condition.

And the caretaker she attacked would certainly vouch for that.

When Emmeline had finished asking if she would like to play, and explained how it worked, a long silent and awkward moment would passs. Before Silly would suddenly fling her legs out form their folded position and meet the floor. One hand scooped up Babs. Standing rather swiftly then and taking slow and deliberate steps towards the desk the doctor now sat behind.

['Emmeline Kaiden]

Emmeline's sharp eyes snap from one thing to another, not unlike a druggie's might do, though hers is from concentration and a life's worth of anxiety, and when Silly lunges up they snap to her as well. In fact, her entire body snaps to attention as if an electric bolt had just worked its way up her spine. She forces the desk draw a degree open leaving the syringe hidden from sight but easily reached.

"Silly," she says in a voice that flutters like a string strung too tightly. "What are you doing? No, darling, you don't need to come here to play we can play right where we're at."

Which does absolutely nothing to stop the oncoming advance of the skeletal child. Emm clenches her hands tightly together to stop them from fluttering every which way, and that's when she notices Babs. Ah yes, she read in a report somewhere by one of Adam's handlers that the girl is quite attached to the bunny.

"Silly," she says as she takes a quill from her desk and dips it into some ink, "Have you ever seen a real rabbit?" She begins to scrawl a mess of poorly written notes onto a piece of paper. Things about the girl's sudden movement, no response to her questions, mainly that if she should be mauled this is what happened seconds before hand. Of course with her constant glancing up at the creature the letters run sideways and are quite difficult to read.

[Silly Caster]

And, no, she didn't stop at the sound of her name spoken again. Those coal eyes drab and straight in their stare. Stopping, only, when the desk was against her hips and even then she seemed to lean forward as if not quite ready to stop.

Delicate hands splayed fingers wide over the desk in a slow slide forward. The one grasping Babs stopped halfway across, but the free hand extended as the good doctor wrote her notes. Snatching up that quill rather uninvited.

With this in hand she stood upright again, withdrawling her hands from the desk as that quill was brought up close to her face. Held in line of sight as if taking great interest in this particular object. Childish eyes tracing it from end to end. Before suddenly leaning down again and reaching for the paper now, as well. Babs thumped down on top of the doctors notes and drug them across the desktop towards her.

And with seemingly no other intent all this time, Silly began to write.

['Emmeline Kaiden]

Emmeline's eyes simply can't widen any more by the time that Silly's come and all but thrust herself against her desk. She sees her thin arms crawl over, reaching those skeletal hands towards her and before she can stop herself she lets out a startled cry, like the sound a bird must make before its neck is broken during the hunt.

"Oh, mercy," she says when she sees the girl grab up her quill and paper. Heart slowly stopping its wild crashing within her chest to assume a more normal speed. She runs a hand shakily through her short black hair. "Let me get you the ink," she says once she's composed herself enough to speak again and slides the cannister over to her.


Imagine that, Emmeline thinks to herself, if the girl could actually write. Wouldn't the doctor be impressed that she figured it out? Why, she could really work with this child, to better her. Of course, such thoughts are not completely unselfish, but they benefit both woman and child. She glances down at the paper without making it obvious that she's doing so. "Would you like some blank paper, Silly?" she asks before rummaging around in her drawer for some and handing it over.

[Silly Caster]

She had already begun to compose what looked like a list. Scribbled in rather sloppy, but still legible handwriting over Emm's notes:

Journal...Shoes...Coat...Basket...

Stopping when she saw the ink vile slid towards her. Dipping the quill into it rather sloppily. Drops of black trailing from the bottle to the paper. Then stopping again as she saw the fresh paper. Shoving the paper she had aside carelessly.

And started the list on the fresh paper all over again. A list..of the things the childrens hospital had not brought to her when she was transfered. Her things, her personal things that she dearly missed. Though who could have known this but her. What importance, what significance these objects held beyond the mind of Silly Caster.

She added a couple more things:

...Candle...picturebook...

And seemingly done with her list, she took the paper and sat it very carefully aside. Babs poised atop its upper right corner as if to claim it as hers. And a second sheet of paper was taken up. But instead of writing, she began to draw what appeared to be a scene of sorts. Shapes and images emerging from the ink.

For a heartstopping moment she paused, and those dark, cold eyes shot up to meet the lady's face. Staring long and hard. But no sooner had she done this did she return to her paper and quill.

['Emmeline Kaiden]

Emm, for all of her oddities and harshness, does have a streak of good in her (though often its barbed and wound around a streak of darkness) and this list, as scribbled as it may be, gives a very curious insight into the mind of the girl Silly, before her.

"Silly," she says softly, folding her hands together on the desk as she watches the child scrawl on yet another piece of paper. "These are things you want?" she questions, allowing one severely thin brow to arch against her cream skin. "Where would I get them, if I wanted to give them to you as... maybe a present, or a reward for doing such good work?" She's not sure the girl hears her, or that she is even intelligent enough to tell her where to get them, but the fact that she can write is enough of an encouragement for Emmeline to at least ask.. and while she's at it she should write down some notes for herself. It would be terrible if the session were to end and she couldn't remember the feelings and emotions that Silly displayed.

She retrieves yet another piece of paper and another quill which she dips into the same ink pot that Silly has made a mess of before writing in very tiny print, Silly can write. She is very focused and intense. There is an air of violence to her but it may be that its frustration at not being able to communicate. She shows promise. I would like to see if I can't find out where to get some of these things. Very protective of her bunny. I look forward to our next session. Hopefully I can find some colors, it would be interesting to see what she does with them.

[Silly Caster]

"These are things you want?"

A pause. And a nod. it was a short and single not, but a concious, responsive nod at least. Glancing over at the list a moment, then Babs, then Emm. And back again to her drawing.

And as the woman jotted down her notes, Silly thrust her finished artwork into the way of her quill. Eager, even it would seem, to share what she had done. Though no smile turned up her lips, and those eyes were just as dark and empty as ever.

On that paper, the ink still wet and running gave a very stoic and vivid hue to the scene sketched out. There was, most prominantly, Silly. Signed by way of a tiny rabbit(Babs) in one hand, while the other hand held a blade of sorts. That blade was plunged into the face of the second char. What looked like a larger person. A man, even. Fallen to his knees in front of her. And the remaining two characters. Also men, strewn in ruin on the floor around her. Dismembered, with thier inky blood puddling.

She had even drawn some helpful little arrows and lables to get the point across. An arrow to her, stating "Me". Three arrows with one label "Them". And arrows...all over the page, pointedly highlighting every tiny speck that was to be portrayed as "Blood".

Why is there so much Blood?

['Emmeline Kaiden]

Sharp eyes looking into the picture. A scene of horror, so terrible that she wonders for a moment how a child could come up with it. No. No, this can't be true. Her eyes turning to look into Silly's as she touches the three men with the tip of her finger smearing ink onto her skin. "Did you do this, Silly?" Why?"

She pushes the paper back an inch or so and leans into her chair, crossing her arms for the first time as she gazes at the murder in ink. What could this mean? Had this child really lay waste to three men? A glance up at the thin girl and then at Bab's before she presses a finger to the paper and then points at the bunny, "And his name? He has been with you for some time, it seems."

Shakey hand run through her flat hair as she pulls her desk drawer open, unintentionally revealing the needle but ignoring it. She takes a small piece of hard candy out of her drawer and puts it onto the desk between them. "That's for you." she says as she slides another piece of paper onto the table and renews the ink against the quill.

"Please tell me where I can find the things on your list, and tell me more about this picture. I'm so eager to see."

[Silly Caster]

Her head shook slowly at Emm's first question.

Staring at that hard candy for a long while. Before her right hand reached over it and took her picture back. The quill back to the page, she wrote "Babs' In sloppy wet ink and an arrow to the bunny. Then going to jot down some more childlike words under all the bodies. Shoving the paper back towards her. The bottom read, roughly:

I didn't do this. I want to do this. I will do this.

Not paying attention really to a reaction from Emm, if one was given. As she pulled her list back towards her, Babs riding along atop the paper till the small bunny toppled over and lay to its side on the desk. Its face poised with those dark and glassy black eyes staring at Emm. As dark and empty as Silly's eyes.

Atop her list she scribbled some more words:

St. Lucifers Home for the Children.
And under this:

Mr. Green.

But instead of giving this paper to Emm. Silly held it up as if to display it, but not hand it over.

['Emmeline Kaiden]

Hmm, no motivation by food. She should have known, seeing how thin the child is. Her eyes flicker over the other words, again a brow arching as she glances at Silly before looking to the paper she holds up.

"Mister Green!" She says and slaps a hand down on the desk. "Why of all the dirty scoundrels- Did he keep these things from you? Because let me tell you, Silly, this man is a--" She stops as she catches herself and calmly clears her throat.

Mr. Green and Em had a relationship many years ago when she wasn't so bitter. Suffice to say that he helped make her such way.

"Mark my words, child, I'll get those things back for you or I'll do some killing myself. Now, why do you want to murder these people? One must always have a good reason otherwise they're just crazy and... well, I don't think you're crazy, dear. I think you have a monster inside of you that won't let your real mind shine through until these obsessions of yours have been righted."

[Silly Caster]

The "professional" womans sudden outburst gained Silly's waning attention abruptly. So Mr. Samuel Green had a reputation beyond the children's hospital, did he? She should have known that. What with the hier of cockiness he carried about him. Wreaking of self-indulgence and greed. Course, he no longer had a pretty face to match those serpentine manners of his. Oh no, Silly had seen to that with her own hands.

And she wondered if dear Emm would see him again. And if dear Emm would ask. "Why Mr. Green...wherever did all those scars come from on your face." And in this thought, a smile curved her lips when she believed he would reply. "Why that Silly Caster did this to me." And she imagined Emm laughing at him then.

What a wonderful thought.

But that smile of hers faded as She asked of her reasoing. Of her motivation. And her lips moved, as if to speak. But no words escaped. Only a hiss of a breath that may have hinted to the words she had wished to speak aloud. But could not bring herself to do so.

They killed my family...

A horribly troubled expression perplexed her face then. And those eyes, those endless eyes of hers flashed emotion for the first time in a week. Deep and profound sorrow and pain. And Silly withdrew herself then. Babs was scooped up in the hand with the list. The quill kept, and with that hand as well scooped up the ink. She turned her back to Emm and walked to the chair where she slowly sat again.

['Emmeline Kaiden]

Emmeline's head tilts to one side as she hears Silly make that noise. "Very good, that's a wonderful start. Pretty soon you'll be saying all sorts of things. I would love to know more about this picture, for starters. Could you think about it and practice your words during the week until our next meeting?"

And then Silly walks off with her writing supplies. She stares after her slightly dumbfounded before glancing down at her desk drawer. Sure, she has more and iits a good sign that the girl is making attempts to communicate but.. but that was her favorite quill. It makes the letters so nice and sharp, and that little beast is going to mash it to flatness. Oh well. Shoulders sagging before she straightens herself up and folds one hand atop the other on her smooth desk.

"Here," she says, pulling a small wood box out of her desk drawer and removing a few articles. She pushes it to the edge of the desk and sits back once more. "That should hold your quill and ink, but be careful with it. Its delicate. You might as well take another sheet of paper since you have these things." she adds, pulling a smooth paper, and then another, out onto the desk.

"Now, is there anything else you would like to talk about or are you ready to go back to your room?"