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 Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2010 4:44 am
It was like any normal day in the Cell for Ephimer. Silence was all that filled the room other than the thick smoke of his cigarettes and the occasional sound of his breath exhaling. He sat on the floor of his bed-less Cell and waited for the inevitable future to come. As he stared down at his bare feet his toes rubbing lightly against each other, the only thought that ran through his shattered mind was 'Who will they send today...'
Ephimer had always had a silent hatred for those foolish enough to enter his world, yet even he would admit that the company was a wonderful means to pass the time. As he flicked his lighter on to ignite the sweet tobacco in his next cigarette, the heavy iron door before him unlocked. The chains of his shackles rattled as he stood and took his seat facing away from the light that would soon shine in the room, followed by darkness and another unfamiliar voice with a hidden face.
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2010 4:57 am
As the heavy door closed behind her, Andromeda took a seat far away from the dangerous Ephimer. Her eyes struggled in the impenetrable darkness of his Cell, and her nostrils inhaled the thick fog from his cigarettes. With a cough and a pain-filled sigh, she turned on her small recorder and spoke the cliches of a Psychiatrist.
"Patient number Six One Three Six; Ephimer. Time, 11:30 p.m. another late night." She sighed again and coughed once more before her slender finger reached out into the darkness and flicked a switch. A minor hum could be heard outside as the room's air began to filter and clear, the thick fog settling to a subtle stream of smoke which came only from the end of Ephimer's cigarette and from his lips as he exhaled.
"Alright now Ephimer, from what I've learned before coming in here you have a ton of issues possibly linked to a traumatic past. Would you like to share what it was that made you how you are now?" Andromeda tried her best to sound like a older more experienced psychiatric evaluator yet it was clear from the moment Ephimer's chains rattled again that she was not doing a good job. Trying to be firm and straight forward with her words, she asked again just to make sure he heard.
"Would you like to share what it was that made you who you are now?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2010 5:10 am
"Explain...to be heard...Listen to the hum of the fan...Annoying teen..." Confused barely audible fragments of his thoughts escaped Ephimer's lips. His legs crossed in his chair, Indian Style to some, while his left hand rested along his cheek and chin. As he listened to the Psychiatrist's heart beat he began to speak more and more clearly. Riddled words escaped as he tried to form sentences she could understand, yet even so he tried not to be to reveling to this stranger in his home.
"Simple pains never come, personal emotions go astray. The past has past and there it shall stay... Wonderful dreams, broken and lost...Wonderful things...Simple pains..." His speech was complex and hard to understand yet somehow he felt like she could get the basics of it. As he lit up another cigarette he started to speak again this time in questions for her.
"If one does want, why does one not tell? Demanding so much, is rather unfair. To ask such things without knowing oneself...To expect to learn without sharing...Share...Give...Learn..." His sentences began to break apart into fragments again as his mind worked in unknown ways, understanding him now would be nothing short of miraculous.
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