Pierre was feeling pretty rotten as he made his way about the kitchen, attempting to assemble some sort of edible hamburger for lunch. It wasn't the lack of viable ingredients, or at least the lack of any skill to combine them on his part, that was bothering him though. Despite the apparent reconciliation between the two, it still seemed to him as ( Read more... )

There was no getting through to Deirdre. It was worrying Pierre more than he could stand. And he knew there was nothing he could do. Well... there was one thing.

Pierre grabbed his mobile and found Peter's number. Thank god he'd saved it. Peter would know what to do. He was always able to help Deirdre. Always.

The phone rang...

( Intervention )

After having talked with Deirdre and Evey for hours after returning home from their dinner outing, Pierre finally sat down in his room to examine Peter's diaries. Slink wasn't using them right now, so it was as good a time as any to start reading.

( Reading the diaries )

They'd taken her clothes away until she agreed to play nice with the younger girls, no more threatening to stab them with pencil leads while they were writing their little letters. She'd only been playing, but they took everything way too seriously here. So until she could wrap one of the junior nurses back round her little finger, she'd be ( Read more... )

With her impending councelling session in less than an hour, Josephine was spending the time as far away from her room as she could. Sooner or later they'd find her, there weren't any true hiding places around here, but she was going to make it as difficult for them as possible, as always. She'd acquired a pass to go outside from one of the new ( Read more... )

Footsteps on the lino floor in the hallway told Josie the nurse was coming. Cracking her eyes open- they felt like they were full of sand- she managed to turn her head to watch the door. It was always closed these past few days, as if they thought a peice of mere wood could stop her where too many drugs and very thick restraints had failed ( Read more... )

For days after Doctor Rheinegold had spoken to her, Josie fought. She clawed at everyone, spat and screamed and cursed and writhed within her restraints, until one morning when they came to administer her medication. She was lying peacefully in her bed and greeted them with a smile and a cheerful 'good morning.'
( Lies and plans )

Jillian had finished with her last appointment for the night and sat in the window of her office, watching the London skyline. One of the best parts about Antila's Youth Councilling Centre being on the second storey of a building was the view. It gave her some sense of height and freedom. The traffic below purred and Jillian took a deep breath, ( Read more... )

The phone call had come through to Jillian while she was just finishing up at the clinic. By this point of the day the last thing she was expecting was a call from an angel in Vienna telling her about a bloody dream he'd had. Rolf certinally was a strange father figure for a girl to have ( Read more... )

Jillian was well aware (at least underneath it all) that she was doing the wrong thing. She thought as long as it was only a little, only sometimes, only bad people, that it wouldn’t matter. She’d been doing it slowly since those bastards had broken into the clinic with their god damn guns and she’d sucked their souls to protect everyone ( Read more... )