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Post by lynx on Dec 4, 2010 22:19:19 GMT -5
This was interesting, so interesting. He was assigned to the criminal division for a few hours to deal with some others--considering that he had helped 'cure' about half of his assigned in the mental half, they decided to slam him with two criminals.
Here he was in an empty room that hadn't been used in ages! He started to go around and clean up the room. The person he was seeing was going to arrive soon. After reading through his file, he wasn't going to be dangerous or a harm to him personally, but that was fine. He was fine with it, actually.
Lynx frowned somewhat as he sat down in the chair he had gotten in here for himself, the classic milkshake was there, and he shifted once more in this chair.
The man was already two minutes late... The criminal section obviously wasn't run like the mental facilities.
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Post by .trace^^ on Dec 5, 2010 2:48:42 GMT -5
ah, happy times. trace was just taking a happy post-lunch stroll when he was reminded of a date he had. this was scheduled at least a week ago and he felt kind of silly for almost forgetting, but nonetheless he remembered in the end. so he was about five minutes late to the dusty old criminal therapy room.
he sauntered in with a bright smile, whistling a little tune [particularly american pie] because he was a total fag like that. he saw his new friend--therapist? psshaw--sitting there waiting for him.
"hey man, what's up?" he asked cheerfully. he sent his one-eyed gaze in the blond's direction and took a seat directly across from him, in one of the smiley face chairs [just like the ones in the patient therapy rooms!]. |
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Post by lynx on Dec 5, 2010 2:59:11 GMT -5
Opening the file, a smile was on his lips. Yes, as the report said the other's scars of self-mutilation were obvious. He eyed them for a flicker on his way up and down. The picture in the file didn't do the real thing any justice at all (lol pun).
"So, you're the one that's been spreading herpes to the criminal populous?" He opened casually, why, it said in the file to open the gates with bluntness. So, he was attempting to be blunt and rude and... whatever it was to get 'street cred' around here.
Congrats Lynx, you failed hardball.
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Post by .trace^^ on Dec 5, 2010 3:05:09 GMT -5
at that he burst into a short fit of chuckles and grinned guiltily, "yep, that's prolly me. but i'm pretty sure that chick from room 6-a already had it. just sayin'."
the street cred business didn't really help. trace had many years of experience with real street folk and could easily tell by lynx's appearance that he was an upright man of good standing.
"i dig your hair, by the way," he added, admiring the therapist's ponytail. |
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Post by lynx on Dec 5, 2010 3:19:40 GMT -5
He actually turned a little pink without realizing it, but kept smiling as he usually did. The lovely therapist gestured for the other to relax, and he fingered the file in front of him, skimming over the pages.
"You have quite a list, actually. Self mutilation, even..."
Shifts in the chair, his back hurting for obvious reasons. "Now, let me introduce myself. My name is Lynx, Lynx Katze. You can call me Katze... or whatever, really. I'm to be your therapist from this day forward. " He would say 'I look forward to getting to know you, but... yeah.
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Post by .trace^^ on Dec 6, 2010 17:34:23 GMT -5
"also guilty as charged," he breathed guiltily, throwing his arms up in defeat, though the smile never left his face. the scars on the inside of his forearms were even fresher than most on the outside. they began almost exactly where his tattoos stopped--he didn't want to ruin those. they really had quite the emotional worth to him.
"so, therapist... do they think i'm crazy or somethin'? no offense." |
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Post by lynx on Dec 6, 2010 18:37:01 GMT -5
"Almost, if not everyone in the world has some sort of mental problem. Yes, they do think you're crazy, but not enough to warrant a transfer into the other building. I'm here to... help you with these problems so when you are released back into society, you may become a productive citizen."
He was smiling after he said all of that, it was almost cute, no?
"If you need to tell me anything at all, I'm happy to listen." The cuteness dar on Lynx just broke.
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Post by .trace^^ on Dec 7, 2010 17:15:00 GMT -5
he honestly had to admit, that "productive citizen" bit was laughable. he laughed a little. not loud, just a quiet chuckle to himself.
"i guess i am a little nutty," he grinned, stretching a bit in his chair. "what kinda stuff do ya wanna know? only thing i can think of is we had chicken nuggets for lunch. and i love chicken nuggets. you know, it's pretty sweet how this place works. the food is free, man. three meals a day. it's great." |
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Post by lynx on Dec 11, 2010 19:54:31 GMT -5
So the other had either been on the streets without food, or he had not eaten so another could in the household. That was interesting. He already jotted down, later to circle one and get closer to breaking the mental vault of this man. Though, he made a sub-category of 'neglect' and 'poor' in the childhood section, yet the later-in-life issues seemed more likely. He didn't seem to have had any of these things occur in child-hood as of yet...
Though his mind kept wandering to another person...
"Hm. You like prison better than the outside, really? Is there no one waiting for you there? Or... are you too afraid to face them?" Ouch, going straight to a hard-hitter. He knew it was rather early, but, he DID want to test the other, test the waters. He wasn't a delicate case as Xander was, at least....
Not that he could tell as of yet.
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