Post by AdminRhea on Feb 23, 2011 22:45:39 GMT -5
Gabrielle sat in her darkened office, the only movement that of her occasionally turning the page of a file. New arrival. Rosabella Auditore. The scientist smiled to herself and hummed a dark little tune. She was in a good mood today, which was why she was sitting in the dark. The dark was her favorite place to sit and brood in. She was thinking of ways to experiment upon Rose...how could she "cure" this girl? What methods could she use to "help"? Thinking of it made her even happier; today was a fine day. She had a new priso-- student to play with, and besides that she was just feeling good.
Standing, Gabrielle slunk, cat-like, to the window. She had an exemplary view of the hidden graveyard, which simultaneously inspired regret and joy in her. Joy in remembering the experiments, and regrets over their having to end so soon. She was lucky -- most people didn't enjoy their work this much. She was one of the lucky few who didn't dread work every morning; au contraire, in fact. She awoke with a renewed vigor for her work each day.
No-one knew exactly when Gabrielle Anthony had become twisted, but it happened, as all formative things do, in her early childhood. Between the bloody death of her mother and the bloody death of her father, she had gone wrong. And now here she was...ruining others. One would have thought that the opposite would occur, but the mind was a funny thing, a thing easy to tear. The persistance of the cycle was almost gratifying when one thought about it.
Looking out at the graveyard, Gabrielle fingered her desk phone and considered calling Tavish. Someone to share her good cheer with. But then she decided not to...he was always so gloomy, and it really brought her down. Really, she and the headmaster only shared one thing; a love of the pain of children. And there were so, so many children around here to hurt. It was a grotesque Wonderland, and Gabrielle was its twisted Alice.