In here, we have a very relaxing and peaceful therapy room, decorated with thought-provoking shindigs such as trippy paintings and complete with a leather armchair. Here is where I try test-driving my therapist character handling your character(s) deep-rooted psychologies and relationships. Walk-in sessions are free.
To the moderators, I do feel this belongs in Writer's Block instead of the Role-Playing/Forum Games section — it is place for character development in the guise of a play-by-post thread.
The spacious room smells faintly of sweet lavender from the flowers atop the desk. A calming scent that would surely ease the ailing nerves. It did for Noriko, whose first day's queases as an apprenticing psychologist were quelled upon stepping inside. She would be on her own today; the Doctor is out sick with the flu though she suspects it's an excuse for a long-waited vacation.
Noriko takes a quick glance through the desk drawers — likely to check whatever gidgets inside would suggest how to go along with it. Then she shoves the drawers back in, with a crack, quite harder than she has intended.
With the last moments before opening hours, Noriko gazes over herself, wondering worryingly if she is too formally dressed for such the job. The Doctor always wore light and playful clothes like you would see at the beach, and her? She has the clinical white-coat wrapped around her petite self, with pen and notepad in the pocket to take notes with. It would be quite the change of pace for the patients.
The apprenticing woman takes a seat behind the desk — the rays of morning light sifting through the shut blinds behind her.
She can feel the quease in her heart, unsure if she really could handle the mental stress of connecting. She tells herself in the end, it is definitely worth it to have another person happier, and that in turn would lift her spirits in emotional symbiosis. But last things last, there's nothing like another relaxing whiff from the lavender petals, and the anxiety goes away dormant.
As she taps a finger to a half-remembered tune, Noriko takes a glance at one of the encouragement posters atop the wall:
I feel, therefore the world is.
The little guy trapped there projects his thought bubbles around the world in his skewed perception of reality — raining clouds galore on grim horizons. He really needs some sunshine.
edited 16th Oct '10 11:17:40 PM by QQQQQ