Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150502191958/@comment-3293219-20150505091559

As Alison lay in her bed, she heard the familiar sound of a ticking clock, which clicked and clunked at the back of her mind, echoing throughout the emptiness of her head.

She remembered that clock well, the sound that it made, counting down the minutes until her life fell apart. She sat in silence, as always, beside her two parents on either side of her or an elegant sofa.

The reason for her being here was uncertain at the time, her presence was required, for some reason and therefore she had to sit there, like a prized pig as her parents wailed and moaned about how she was the worst thing that ever happened to them. An Altmer sat across from them, tall and wrapped up in fine clothes, obviously foreign, though Alison still remains unsure as to where he was from…

The Bosmer eyed her cup of tea, which sat opposite her but she felt too awkward to reach over for it, so she just remained silent as she let this thing play out…

“Thank you for coming…” Her Father uttered, timidly as he sat forward, making an attempt at looking like he wasn’t a spineless idiot with little to no integrity. It would be amusing, if Alison wasn’t being dragged away from her easel for this…

“Was the trip okay?”

“Yes, everything went according to plan.” The Altmer replied, sounding rather annoyed at the pleasantries, something that Alison sympathised with, perhaps they’d get along after all…

“R-Right, that’s good…” Her Father commented, falling silent under the awkward atmosphere of the place as the little cogs turned in his head and he thought up the next thing that he needed to say…

He looked to Alison’s Mother, finding himself at a loss for words as he did so and prompting her to lean forward and take the reins, something that she was more than used to after thirty years of marriage.

“We’ve heard great things about you, Doctor, your work with people of various mental conditions over the years. You came highly recommended…”

“What’s the problem?” The Altmer asked, again shortly and sounding annoyed at the fact that they were just stumbling around the issue. This just made the atmosphere even more tense as the Bosmer couple fell silent…

“I-It’s our daughter.” Alison’s Father explained, sitting forward and adjusting himself in his seat before slowly looking back to the young Bosmer.

“We’re… Concerned for her…”

No you aren’t…

The Altmer quickly sat up and stared Ali down, his eyes narrowed as he caught her in his site but it was obvious that he couldn’t tell what the problem was, Alison barely even responded to the heat that his glare gave off.

“What seems to be the problem?” He asked, his voice exposed his minor curiosity, though he wanted to be elsewhere, Alison sympathised.

“She… Was never like the other children, she never speaks, never engages with anyone and recently we found something…” Her Mother fell silent, abandoning her sentence to focus on her breathing as she tried to keep calm, it was still a lot to deal with right now, never mind admit…

“She… Was found in bed, with one of our house keepers.” Her Father stated, Alison, who clearly wasn’t in the room remained silent, cursing them inside her head for sending her lover away…

“I take it that this was a female house keeper…” The Altmer noted, turning his attention back to Alison.

“And that it was a consensual relationship…”

Yes!

“We’re not sure, though Alison keeps saying that it was…” Her Father answered as her mother just wrapped her arms around her Daughter, feigning concern.

“She’s just confused, we knew that that Redguard had a colourful background but we didn’t think that she’d… Take advantage of her!”

Alison couldn’t help but smirk at that comment, as far as she was concerned, Jasmine could’ve ‘taken advantage’ all she wanted.

“Did she look at women before this?” The Altmer asked, wondering if they were just being hysterical. It wasn’t a physical or a psychiatric problem, so he began to wonder if they were just wasting his time.

“N-No… Never, she never had any such… Sultry thoughts until that Witch came into things.”

The Bosmer, once again almost laughed at this, thankful that they didn’t read her writings or look at her paintings or the doodles in those books on social etiquette that they gave her. The Bosmer, though angered, still didn’t see what they were complaining about. Jasmine was gone, she wasn’t at risk anymore, since the other house keepers were old and completely void of humanity.

“So, you fear that a Redguard House Keeper has corrupted her innocence? I hate to tell you this but everyone has to grow up at some stage, Mr and Mrs Vaughton, your daughter isn’t any different.

However, I do find myself curious, you say that she never speaks? Is this… A result of her affair?”

“N-Not exactly, as we said before, she’s only ever said one word in her entire life, whilst she was… Three? I think?” He turned to his wife for confirmation, though she didn’t know.

“Hmm… So, she’s a selective mute then, I’ve worked with such cases before…”

“Y-Yes, someone said that you’re the best in your field and we’re willing to give you room and board here, as long as it takes.” Alison’s Father spluttered as the Bosmer folded her arms and sat back on her couch, why couldn’t he hire more people like Jasmine?

The Altmer sat back, bringing his hand to his chin as he studied the offer, he could enjoy the High Rock climate and get more work done and they were offering him room and board…

“You are aware that my services don’t come cheap…?”

“V-Very aware, money’s no object, when it comes to our daughter…” Alison’s Mother insisted, bringing a very unwelcomed hand down on the Bosmer’s shoulder. The Altmer seemed to find this acceptable, prompting him to turn to his patient with a slight smile on his face, though it only made her feel more uneasy.

“I’ll need an office and a workshop, I can start as soon as these things are ready…”

“W-Workshop?” Her Father asked, for once her and her Father were on the same page, though Alison doubted that that would be the case for long…

“Yes, some of my work requires space… it’s where I administer potions, spells and perform various, other methods. All of which have proven to get results…”

Alison did not like the sound of that, however, as always her parents, being the logical people that they were, swallowed it, like they would anything else…

“Wh-Whatever you need Doctor, w-we’ll make sure that you have everything that you need…”

Does that include a punch to the face? Alison wondered, looking up to her parents as they stood up and followed the Altmer out of the room, leaving her to her thoughts once more…

G-Great… Another summer of being poked, prodded and treated like a retard.

The Bosmer just sighed and fell back against the couch, going completely limp as she felt the urge to throw herself through the glass coffee table.

Let’s just hope that this one gives up quicker…