ivy, baby!
MR Patient
I'd love for you to be my bitch.
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Post by ivy, baby! on Jun 8, 2009 12:31:06 GMT -5
She gave a snort of laughter as he rushed for another milkshake. Even the thought of drinking something so unhealthy made her want to run and throw it up, but there was no way she could get away with that right now. For the moment, she was stuck breathing in the sweet ice-cream, chocolaty smell. It wasn't the time, nor the place, however, to bring that up. She wanted to go on pretending that she kept her meals down here, but how they believed it was beyond her. Almost no one could keep the food here down.
A woman doctor? At his words, Ivy grimaced. Usually she hated the company of other females. They were so whiny and bitchy, full of ridiculous drama, and thinking the world revolved around them. Well it doesn't, she thought, smile returning to her face, The world revolves around me. She knew that it didn't, but that didn't stop her ego. All it told her was that something was definitely wrong with the world when it didn't recognize her extreme awesomeness. They would come to figure it out, though. Sooner or later.
She considered his question carefully- either that, or pretended to, before she opened her mouth. What was it that he wanted her to say? What could she say, that would keep him interested in her case enough not to throw her over to some other therapist? "I don't know what's so self-destructive about it, Doc." She said at last. The question wasn't all fake- it was something she was honestly curious about. She loved her life before the Quack Shack, and isn't that what's most important? "Sure, I may not have lived in a great house, had a steady boyfriend or kept a good job, but I was happy." Ivy stressed the last word, and stared at him with a look of genuine confusion on her face.
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Post by lynx on Jun 8, 2009 12:40:03 GMT -5
He didn't believe her. "Not only I don't believe you, Ivy, but, your habits show me that you aren't happy. People turn to drugs to ESCAPE something. Especially addiction. It's an escape from something, so what are you trying to escape from Ivy?" He had to be tough on the girl, because, it was useless to be nice to her. If he was nice to her, she'd just take it as an oppertunity to walk all over his ass! Frowns a moment at her.
"...I'm perscribing you watch. You're going to have someone watching you at all times to make sure you don't throw anything up. You'll be eating three times a day at certain times. We're going to break your bluimia..." Ooooh Dr. Katze was going all hard-core.
Oh yeah, go Doctor. "...I can't get you guards unless I move you up as a high-risk. I'm not positive I have any authority over that but I believe having you watched and guarded at all times would be the best to help your case." Asshole! Asshole! Asshole alert! Asshole alert! Who knew the doctor could be so mean and serious buisness?
Headtilts, sips down the shake.
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ivy, baby!
MR Patient
I'd love for you to be my bitch.
Posts: 10
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Post by ivy, baby! on Jun 8, 2009 12:52:58 GMT -5
Oh, no. This wasn't going according to plan at all. What she had hoped was going to be fun afternoon was turning into a nightmare- hell's hell. Wasn't it bad enough that she was cut off from drugs, alcohol, anything fun? No, now they wanted her to get as well. Her eyes narrowed, and it took extreme control not to just flip the Doc off and storm out of the room like a 5-year-old. Small children always had the best solutions.
Ivy brought her hands carefully together, every move tense. She didn't need a guard, she didn't to be High-Risk. She'd almost never be able to leave her room, and all that food.. All the food. The thought of it staying inside her made Ivy shudder visible. "First," her tone was ice-cold, "If I was escaping anything, the only thing it would have been was the stupidity of the world- including you." If he was going to be no-nonsense, then so would she. Anything it took to not be High-Risk. Anything.
"Second," she continued, "I don't need to be watched. I don't need your damn high-risk, I don't need your fucking food. You can't break me of anything." This wasn't the best way to go about getting out of being watched, Ivy knew, but she couldn't restrain herself that well. She was frankly surprised that he couldn't feel waves of hate coming at him from the thin brunette. She certainly felt them coming off of her.
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Post by lynx on Jun 8, 2009 12:59:11 GMT -5
Lynx looked at her with a look no one so far had seen on him before. Utter seriousness. A sip taken, the glass put aside. He stood. "You just confirmed my ideals for why you need to be under such supervision. You have problems, Ivy, more problems than I at first thought. Now, you're here and they are going to be fixed." He was waiting for her to take a swing at him, honestly.
A note was in hand, things written down, and the said note was placed within his pocket. "You may go, Ivy... I'll see you in a week. You'll be watched effective immediately. You won't be put as high-risk, but, if you show more destructive behavior towards yourself and others... I will try my hardest to get you in that sector."
Clicking his tongue, he moved and opened the door for her. Such a polite gentlemen even when in his serious mode! The note was placed in a passing' guard's hands. And he waved at the male. Looks at Ivy. "As I said, I'll see you next week to see if you've improved or not, alright?" Smiles were back!
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ivy, baby!
MR Patient
I'd love for you to be my bitch.
Posts: 10
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Post by ivy, baby! on Jun 8, 2009 13:07:44 GMT -5
Ivy tried to think of some way this wasn't the worst thing to ever happen to her.. That there was a bright side somewhere, hidden in this hell. But she couldn't find it. Maybe, if she was lucky, she'd get a guard that wasn't butt-ugly.. But is that really a bright side? She gulped- What if it was a woman guard? Someone who'd try to talk to her about her changing body, hormones, the birds and the bees. Ivy decided that she'd rather die.
She followed the Doc to the door without saying anything. She was in shock. It was if being stuck here wasn't bad enough. That she'd done something so horrible, someone upstairs was punishing her. She was almost out the door, when she couldn't resist it anymore. The anger bubbled up, and she whirled around to face Lynx. She slapped him. It wasn't too hard- but hard enough to relieve some of her anger. That wasn't quite enough, however, so she added, "Fuck. You." The guard with the note pulled her away from her therapist, but it wasn't necessary. She was done- and she allowed herself to be escorted back to her room.
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Post by lynx on Jun 8, 2009 13:16:09 GMT -5
Ouch. That had hurt like hell. Rubbing the side of his cheek he was positive there was a pink and/or red imprint on his face. With those words, he watched her be escorted off--assulting one of the staff was a major offense that was going to cause her some difficulty in the near future. Ponders lightly if this was going to bruise, also...
Enters back in his office and sits down, drinking the chocolate milkshake until it was gone. It was then he got another. Oh well, he had a week until he had to see her again.
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