The Therapy Room

Nicky frowns. "Fine." He slinks off back to Rab.

Rab chuckles to himself. He had to admit that Nicky certainly got points for trying.

"You know that Tyler WAS a girl and to the extent of my knowledge still IS a girl, right?"

"Shut up Rab before I fry you." Is all that Nicky mutters before scavenging for a Highlights magazine to read.

Rab eyes the newcomer. Another pack of angsty maleness. Glorious. "S'called waiting. Ever heard of it fu...tard?" He says, cutting his preferred insult in half.

edited 17th Oct '10 6:12:21 PM by A_H_R

"Sure, Ms Noriko." Said Heather a little relieved knowing that she didn't cause much trouble to Noriko. She closed the door and went to her desk. As she was preparing to work, some of the patients began to figth. She couldn't do much to stop them, but she still had a job to do.

"Please stop" she said firmly, "If you could give me a minute of your time, I need you to give me your names so I can record your visit." She said hoping that they would help her do her job.

Rab raises his hand and stands up. "M'name is Rab. That's Nicholas Cuantine." He says, pointing to the fifteen year old currently ogling a maze in a childrens' magazine.

He sits back down. He really hoped he was not asked for a last name. That would involve a long annoying story of annoyingness. And Rab hated annoying things.

edited 17th Oct '10 6:15:49 PM by A_H_R

Rob stands in the doorway with glazed eyes for a few seconds trying to decide if it's really worth it. He finally just sits down and says his name. "Rob Roams."

Blade offered a halfhearted grin to the receptionist. Hm she was pretty. "I'm sorry love, I lost my temper. The name's Blade Toyaka"

After the few minutes of shaking and slapping Albion silly, Noriko realizes that he's fallen down into something far deeper than mere sleeping. Damn damn damn! Is he a narcoleptic?

Okay. What to do?

Quick fix: With her petite physique, it is quite the effort to haul this guy from the armchair over the desk chair. Once that's done, she makes him slouch, so it seems like he's sleeping on the job.. there we go.

Noriko bursts out the door. "Next patient, please."

edited 17th Oct '10 6:24:41 PM by QQQQQ

Rab looks at Nicky expectantly.

Nicky looks back at Rab pleadingly.

Rab rolls his eyes and says nothing.

I'm gonna go to bed in like, six minutes, someone else should go.

edited 17th Oct '10 6:25:24 PM by A_H_R

'Might as well get this over with' Blade thought raising a hand.

edited 17th Oct '10 6:26:37 PM by JewelyJ

Noriko nods, smiling her welcoming grin. "Hello, there. If you would relax on the armchair over here—"

She notions to the vacant leathery seat in the midst of the room, as she shuts the door behind Blade. "Pay no attention to this lazy fellow at the desk. It seems my assistant hasn't gotten enough sleep last night."

Then she sits on the stool beside, crossing her legs. "How you feeling today.." She checks the name on her notepad. "Blake Toyota?" (Is that how you pronounce it?) "Good? Awesome? Or all sad and mopey? I'm all ears!"

G'night AHR!

edited 17th Oct '10 6:34:32 PM by QQQQQ

man, I being slow at this, let me correct this

"Mr. Rab and Mr Cuantine, youre next" She said, but they were having problem to see who entered first. She sighed. "Mr Tokaya, if you could enter please, Ms. Noriko is waiting for you." She said as she was writing their names in her agenda. "Mr. Roams, you're next, and you two are last, I hope you don't have any problem with that." She said with a tone of sarcasm to the boys.

At soon as she finished registring everyone in her book, she asked to Tokoya: "If you could come here, I need you to sing here before you enter." she pointed at her agenda.

edited 17th Oct '10 6:40:43 PM by eligram

"You're going to go first." Rab grumbles in a dark voice.

"Nuh-uhhhhh. Diplo said that you were just as much as a basket case as I was. He said you had deep seated emotional problems remember! You need this more than I do." Nicky argued back in a sing song tone.

"You f-tarded little priss. I should gut you."

"You ain't gotta knife."

"I have my glasses don't I? Now go back to reading your kiddy magazine Nicky-boy, before the adults decide it's time you learned what it means to have alone time."

Nicky turns bright red. "You know, for all your complaints, you're a LOT worse than Diplo."

Rab shrugs. "It's shock value, Nicky. I know what shocks you, ergo, I use it."

"Yeah but...you're all...y'know..."

"...your point?"

"Nothing...just...uhm..." Nicky trails off, and goes back to the pretty pictures.

Rab drops the subject.

edited 17th Oct '10 6:39:19 PM by A_H_R

Ignoring my previous post...

In one of the folding chairs near the exit sits a tall man with darkish hair. Unsure of what would be apropos for such a gathering, and had worn a Business Suit, complete with a tie and dress shirt underneath. He assigned himself a small label on his breast that read "Hello! My name is ______." In a red pen, he ha scribbled "CESAR VERA" in the space.

Oddly enough, Cesar has no super powers. Nor is he at this therapy session because he was forced. In recent days, Cesar has grown anxious that his drive for moving forward has slowed to a crawl, with no foreseeable end to this plateau. He had seen the flier for the therapy session on his way to work one morning, and decided to drop by later that week.

Glancing around the room, he is perplexed by its occupants. Not only do all of them seem to be dressed radically different from him (and not formal), but most of them seem to be dressed... Oddly. Nothing he can quite place his finger on, but all of them seemed to be dressed like they came from some different cranny of the city. In the center of the room, a grey-haired boy is apparently being disciplined by an older, yellow-haired man. His father, maybe? A menacing looking character hangs in the corner, looking surly and tired, with other patients peppered throughout the waiting room. Cesar cautiously stands up, moving forward a few feet, before sitting down again in another chair a bit closer to the commotion.

edited 17th Oct '10 6:40:21 PM by Cakman

"Toyaka" he said sitting down, "I'm doing allright." he coughed to clear his throat. "Um well I think you should know I was sent here by my probation officer" he handed over some papers. He felt like he just signed over his own doom. Once she saw those papers he would be a criminal in her eyes.

He sighed and looked down at his shoes reminding himself that it would have been worse if he had tried to hide them.

edited 17th Oct '10 6:52:14 PM by JewelyJ

The probation papers shake in Toyaka's quivering fingers, hesitant in offering over to Noriko. My, my, he must be terrified out of his wits, fearing she herself would hold judgement.

She won't. She won't judge. She would appreciate. To hold up someone to their faults and not their beauty contributes ever more to the apathetic attitude permeating the world.

Noriko takes a glance at what the papers have to say.

• Name: Blade Toyoka
• Age: nnnnnnnn
• nnnnnnn: nnnnnnnn nnn nnnnnnn

...

For some reason, the rest of the text looks all blurry. It isn't the text being faded with age, or some censored scribbling in the way, but it is like it's far off beyond the scope of what near-sighted vision would allow. Noriko's eyesight is surely fine, but what is happening here? She blinks, rubs her eyes, but still it is far from readable to her.

Huh.

"Hey," Noriko notions to Blade, "would you mind if you could tell me what it says here? I can't read it.."

edited 17th Oct '10 7:09:02 PM by QQQQQ

"Oh...ahh I'm... twenty and I'm being sent for violating my probation because of eh....underage drinking" he rubbed his neck awkwardly. "so....yeah" He sighed heavily and leaned back in his chair absentmindedly pushing up his glasses.

Heather◊ was focuced in her work that he didn't notice Cesar was in the room. As soon as she finished she took a llok at the room and finally see him. "Excuse me Mr. Can I help you? Do you have an appointment with Ms. Noriko?" she asked to Cesar.

Therapist. He had not taken the chance to speak candidly with another human being, and it was showing, in those small, sidling steps to the machine half of his mind. Certainly, he appeared human. Tall, semi-formal dress, the austere face of a fifty-year old accountant, or perhaps a manager. The face of a man who drank only water, ate little, and dedicated his life solely to work. The only thing that broke the image was a scar trailing up his temple and down the scalp, making a rift in his ordered black hair.

Gant strolled into the office, taking a seat at a moderate distance from the others. Too far, and they think he hides something,; too close, they think he wishes to speak. So far, no one catches his soldier's sense with anything overt.

The others speak of their insignificant squabbles as Gant picks up a a magazine, glancing at the cover. Another war, down where he had incited a rebellion... fifty years ago, perhaps? Sixty? Yes. Something like that. He settles into a trance, letting the conversations of others drift past him in the warm building.

edited 17th Oct '10 7:31:51 PM by Morgulion

This would be my last post for the night; I've some work to do afterwards and I hope y'all behave yourselves in the interim while Noriko takes a break. Maybe I would like more 'assistants' to help ze patients while the only Psychologist is out.

And eligram, I do fancy your sketch of Heather. She looks very much like beautiful Eureka from the show Eureka Seven — even up to the hair and dress. But her eyes seem kinda wonky though — they look like fish-eyes.

"You know.." Noriko gazes intently at Blade. "I'm not the type of woman who would let anyone down, whatever the situation may be. So.. I am going to do my best to help you. But on one condition.."

She uncrosses her legs.

"You have to tell me the truth, Blade. I want you to take a chance, and trust me. Don't you be afraid. Let all your fears sip away like rain, and say to me what really happened to you."

edited 17th Oct '10 7:49:48 PM by QQQQQ

Why thank you QQQQQ. I know what you mean by the eyes, I wanted to make her eyes to be the most beautyfull aspect of her, so I needed to do it diferent from the rest, and well, this is what I got. I think in color would look better though

As Heather continued to work, she noticed Gant entering the room. It was an impressive sight. From one look she could see he was diferent, a collected and calculating person, not showing any weakness to anyone. Definitely not the type of person that would normaly come here.

"Excuse me Sir, I need you to give me your name so I can register an appointment for you." She said to the man.

edited 17th Oct '10 7:58:53 PM by eligram

"P.P. Hausser." Gant liked to play games with people, and his faked name was one of them. Not a precaution of course- those things were beyond him, but a simple test of mental acuity. Perhaps the receptionist would recognize his little game and take away the outermost line of defense. Perhaps not.

"I assume the waiting time will be significant," he says. "Interesting."

1 internet cookie to the troper who recognizes whose name Gant stole.

edited 17th Oct '10 7:57:15 PM by Morgulion

Paul "Papa" Hausser.

^ A freshly-baked internet cookie for you!

edited 17th Oct '10 8:02:05 PM by Morgulion

Albion drifts in and out of sleep. He knew this was impolite, he couldn't really even remember when or why he'd fallen asleep. All he could remember now, all he could see, feel and hear were
(help me)
them. Those
(please don't)
people, no, those
(save me)
things he'd fought. Those things
(why)
he'd killed. Killed. He wonders why this had become so prominent. Somewhere in consciousness, the old zen-master chidingly reminds him that such dreams can't say much good about his noggin.

With a grunt of effort, he forces himself awake. Strangely enough, Albion had been moved. He gets up, holding his head. Rough dream. Can dreams be rough?

He ponders this, looking for Noriko. Where had she gone?

edited 17th Oct '10 8:04:38 PM by KSPAM

Heather knew that look, he was testing her, just like her last boss would usually do. But she didn't mind, she had nothing to prove to him, so she just played along. "Ok Mr. Hausser, you have 3 people ahead of you. Would you want something to drink while you wait? We have cofee, or would you rather like some tea?"

"I'll manage without."

Tea would be nice, but he hasn't had time to form an alimentary canal in this body, sol it's out of the question. Unless he wanted to astound people with tea diffusing from the skin of his throat, it would wait.