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Post by Sokal Anderson on Feb 28, 2010 3:22:37 GMT -5
Sitting in the same chair he had for the past 12 months, Sokal sighed. He had to ease himself in gently this time- the doctors had poked rather hard today. He had been told that the gene mapping would be complete soon, but really, what did it matter. It wasn't like it could actually help him get fixed.
That was what they had told him when he first arrived here in more restraints than Hannibal Lector. Once they fixed him, he would be free to go. There was no way to fix him, they all knew that.
Also a year ago, he had been arrested. He knew this because he remembered the feeling of the eight people's lives in his hands that he had smashed. He was only a bystander as the hormones in his body turned his body on autopilot berzerker mode. He also remembered getting shot. And Andrea's face as he went down. He hadn't seen her since then; her face twisted with fear at the sight of her almost husband turning into a monster.
He was so close to the alter. Too close to being able to say those two little words that would have allowed him a happy life and 2.5 children with the woman of his dreams. But now he was here, in a high risk facility waiting for a shrink. A shrink named Silas.
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Post by silas on Feb 28, 2010 10:48:39 GMT -5
frankly, silas was blind. he wasn't always completely aware of the time when he was alone. but when charlie barked once, the silly brit figured he had visitors, and judging by the time of day, it was his newest patient! he was excited to meet this sokal, really. he hoped sokal liked dogs.
in from the door to his bedroom burst dr. white! apparently his color coordinator had played a trick on him the last time she sorted his laundry and put orange shirts in the white drawer and to be honest the burnt orange polo looked terrible with those purpleish slacks. but who could tell poor silas that? charlie couldn't exactly talk, and he was probably colorblind too. speaking of charlie, silas had him on a short leash thing just inside his bedroom. he wasn't going to let the big dog in the room unless it was okay with his new patient!
"mr. anderson and guard, i presume!" the smiling doctor said enthusiastically with a heavy british accent. 'mr. anderson' reminded him immediately of the matrix and he laughed once to himself. he probably looked crazy to anyone else. especially since he wasn't looking at the patient, but rather talking to the room in general. he wouldn't know where the guy was until he spoke. maybe the patient could take a hint from the psychiatrist's dark glasses. "do you like dogs, mr. anderson? charlie is very friendly!"
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Post by Sokal Anderson on Feb 28, 2010 19:42:19 GMT -5
When he swiveled around to see the doctor, he wished he would just poke out his eyes. That color combination was deadly to eyes trained to only grays, blacks, silvers, and reds. It was 2.5 seconds after that he realized said man was blind. Oh. Unfortunatly, it didn't change the fact that he wished he was blind right now too. He also didn't have the heart or the motovation to tell the man what he was wearing was absolutely hideous. He was trained that if he didn't have anything nice to say, don't say it at all. Then again, he still ended up here, so did it really matter?
"Dogs are fine." Sokal almost cringed at the sound of his own voice. Not only was it dead, but it was raspy without use. He didn't particulary like dogs, but it wasn't like he went around kicking puppies or anything. They had good heraldric meaning too. Loyalty to the end. Kind of like him. And how he got here. He collapsed in on himself in the chair. It seemed like every single thought today reminded him, and he really, really wished for a gun or some booze. Make that both. Or rather, not. If he got drunk, he'd probably just loose his temper and kill more people. Like that girl....
Maybe he needed that gun after all.
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Post by silas on Feb 28, 2010 20:21:30 GMT -5
with the patient's approval, silas brought charlie in with him and found his way over to his tidy desk. nothing was on top of it, which was fine and well considering siley dear could easily knock something over. once seated, the smiling therapist looked turned his head in sokal's direction [thank god for hypersensitive ears<3]. he dug into a drawer with one hand and patted charlie on the head with the other.
"well mr. anderson, while it pains me to hear that dr. luzere has lost another patient, i am very glad to meet you!
"my name is silas white, but i'd like you to just call me silas. i don't want to be your psychiatrist, sokal--may i call you that?--i want to be your friend." oh, yeah. he had this speech down. finally he pulled a small black electronic device from the drawer. "do you mind if i record this session? i'd like to be able to look back on it." he readied his hand to press the button with a risen circle on top, but didn't press until he got the okay from sokal.
"i'm from london, england. my family still lives there now, although i mean my sister and my brother and his family, since i'm unmarried. i have the most precious nieces and nephews and i miss them all dearly. you see, i'm quite new to... here, although i've been working as a head doctor for ten years, and i love what i do. helping people gives me the most wonderful warm, fuzzy feeling inside. speaking of, that's a funny story. i was trying to save my neighbor's cat, stuck in a tree, when i was seventeen, when i fell and got a nasty bump on my head, which is how i lost my vision. but honestly i see it as just another adventure."
either his speech about himself would make sokal feel more comfortable, or more annoyed. hopefully the aforementioned. |
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Post by Sokal Anderson on Mar 29, 2010 0:31:46 GMT -5
Sokal did not know how to react to this man. He was positively the strangest person he'd met here so far. In this place were criminals and mental cases were sent to disappear, this Silas seemed the most insane.
Realizing he had not spoken in some time (because it wasn't a very new concept to do so), Sokal gave the man a very quiet permission to record the session. After doing so, he took a breath before addressing his new shrink once more.
"I don't know if you are going to have much to record, as I do not have much to say. Unlike most people, I learned long ago that saying too much is not only utterly worthless, but it can also be dangerous to do so. And though I want to stick to this creed, I must ask you; are you always this completely random in your conversations, or is it just in your introductions? Please don't think of my question as rude, I am just very... well, I should say confused right now."
It wasn't long before his sudden speech in paragraphs made Sokal's throat object. A quick fit of coughs filled the silence for a moment before the two men were left once again with peace. Sokal wondered how the hell a man he had never even met before had already managed to get him to speak so much. He hadn't known this man five minutes and he was already having one of the longest conversations he'd ever had before with him.
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