"Thank you," Talia says, smiling warmly at the compliment. At Phoenix’s question, her gaze returns to the sky, "Maybe they’re worried that the weather might make some patients uneasy or induce an episode in some." She shrugs, "Just a guess."
Phoenix scoffed. “They’re all dumb asses. I think keeping you all cooped up inside will only make it worse.”
Talia snorts, “If I tried that, I’d probably be sedated.” She glances at Phoenix and when she sees her upturned gaze, she turns to the sky. It looked a bit overcast but Talia didn’t mind. She looks back at Phoenix once she speaks again, “Nice to meet you, Dr. Morgan. I’m Talia,” she holds her hand out.
"Talia," Phoenix repeated, admiring the name. "lovely name," she complimented. She took her hand, shaking it. She glanced over slightly as she began walking again, and asked, eyebrow raised in curiosity, "Why do you think the guards are getting all pissy about who goes outside?"
Talia blinks in surprise at how easy the woman got what she wanted. Talia gives her a smirk, “I like a woman with power.” She begins to walk outside alongside the woman. “What’s your name?”
Phoenix smirks, glancing over at her. “What can I say, the people here can get pretty submissive if you look like you know what you’re doing. You just have to glare at them the right way.” She chuckled a little then slipped her hands into her coat pocket, acknowledging the overcast skies. It looked as though it was going to rain, but if her time in the U.K. had taught her nothing, it was that the weather there was a fickle bitch. “I’m Phoenix Morgan.” She recognized the young woman vaguely and thought perhaps she remembered her name, but figured asking to make sure wouldn’t hurt. “And you are?”
"They’re," she paused to point an accusing finger at the guard at the door, "not letting me go outside. I’ve never been restricted from the outside. Ever." She looked the woman over quickly. She seemed to be part of the staff, and looked reasonable. "I just want some air," she adds, for clarification.
Phoenix considered it, looking her over. She seemed fairly sensible, and Phoenix recognized her through some appointments with Dr.Ferrel. “Well, I don’t see why not.” She glanced over the guards with a look of authority that she learned from observing Simon. It seemed to work on the guard, they often seemed far too ignorant to know she was hardly as high in power as they thought. “There won’t be any problem with me escorting this young lady out, will there? Unless there’s a reason she’s not allowed out?” He shook his head and she smiled at her. “Shall we?”
Talia stood a few feet away from the door to the outside of Bethlem. The staff had never restricted her from exiting and entering, she was usually free to go as she pleased. But for some reason today, a guard was standing in front of the door and glaring at her. Maybe no one is allowed outside today, she thought. She watched as a mental patient walked by her and the guard gladly let them outside. She stared at the guard before mumbling, “Really?”
She turned her head as someone entered the room. “Can you help me, please?” She asks. Maybe if she had a partner she could go outside.
Phoenix was on her way outside for a smoke when she noticed the doors were being blocked from patients. One patient, a young woman, was standing before them looking slightly disappointed and confused. When she turned her attention to her Phoenix asked, “With what, dear?”
"Admirable or not, any of my qualities or personality traits I have developed over a lifetime and have gotten me this far so I’m not too keen on abandoning them so quickly." Rose declared. "And as far as not having a choice, of course I have a choice. What you really mean is that there are negative consequences for me if I make the wrong one. So, what is it called? This thing that I do?"
She gave a long dramatic pause as to mark the end of her quick little rant.
"Well, you’re something else, aren’t you." Phoenix said with a politely condescending smile. Normally it would have been asked rather than spoken, yet she didn’t make it a point to get an answer, for she just didn’t care. She saw herself feeling disdain for that woman, despite only knowing her about ten minutes. She was just so… complicated. In a way that she’d only known from the man she worked under. "That’s not surprising at all." Her tone was still polite, no matter how backhanded it was meant to sound. "Now if only you understood anything other than cockney well enough to answer a question correctly. What’s your power called?”
10 day character challenge → day 1
↳ mood board of what your character likes.
drinking // charlie’s angels // fire
fireworks // new paper
psychology // high heels // summer time
Devil’s Spoke - Laura Marling - I Speak Because I Can
"Well, this ‘pet’ isn’t going to play fetch, so….no. It’s in my file. Look it up."
"Or I could just tell you you don’t have a choice. That usually works." She scrunched her lips to the side, then spread them out into a broad smirk. "You’ve got a rebellious streak in you. It won’t do you much good here, but it sure as hell is admirable."
Rose’s irritation with this doctor was growing by the second.
”A: I am not your ‘sweetie’. And B: if I’m not allowed to use it, what does it mattah what it’s called?”
"A: There’s no need to get defensive, it’s just a petname, sweetie. B: I’m gonna find out anyway, it’s in your file. Save me the trouble of sorting through paperwork, won’t you?”