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Post by lynx on Jun 21, 2009 16:23:44 GMT -5
Lynx sighed and looked at Xander. Ah, damnit. He was whining again. He was going to fucking SHAMPOO that chair down so it didn't smell like anything but furniture shampoo!
Looks at Xander for a moment, unable to find the words to say. He was getting paid to talk to him, but what could they actually talk about? "...Xander... Are you willing to tell me about your past? Here in this place... I don't need to know why you're in here, yet... but what it was like for you."
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Post by .xander;; on Jun 21, 2009 18:18:41 GMT -5
mmm. shampoo. didn’t lynx know how overpowering shampoo, perfume, etc was to animals’ noses? seriously, man, do some research.
xander straightened up [as much as he normally did, anyway. he slouched.] and gazed blankly at katze. if the therapist thought he was going to get free information from the lycanthrope, he was sadly mistaken. it would take a lot more than three sessions to get him to open up, much less trust katze.
what is there to tell? his stubbornness was starting to kick in again. they dragged me here against my will and they’ve kept me locked up since. |
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Post by lynx on Jun 21, 2009 18:21:59 GMT -5
He turned his head after reading it, not knowing the bite was showing again. Lynx was gazing at the wall for a moment, mulling over his next words to the werewolf.
How could he crack him!? "...I want detail. I want to know your feelings, your experiances... Not just the summary, Xander." Voice soft, gently, a bare urge, almost pleading.
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Post by .xander;; on Jun 21, 2009 18:28:09 GMT -5
xander again winced at the sight of katze’s neck. his left hand curled into a fist inside of its sleeve. deep down, he felt the wolf nagging him to finish what he had started and tear that head right off. the human resisted with a quiet growl.
his gaze never left the therapist. it hardened with irritation at katze’s persistence. you want detail, feelings, and experiences? hell. you ask me any detail, and i’ll say ‘hell.’ ask me about my feelings, and i’ll still say ‘hell.’ guess what i’ll say if you ask me about my experiences. ‘hell’ isn’t a summary. it’s everything. is that detailed enough for you? |
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Post by lynx on Jun 21, 2009 18:31:13 GMT -5
How stupid was this boy? Breathes in calmly, and releases the breath of air. A frustration (for the first time in years) was starting to build up inside his chest. How desperate he was to strangle the male's neck...
Strange, no? Yes, Dr. Katze felt anger. "...Then tell me about before, if you cann't adequately answer..."
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Post by .xander;; on Jun 21, 2009 18:37:39 GMT -5
some part of him was actually entertained. the happy-smiley therapist was starting to show his true side; the true side of all like him. there was no such thing as a nice psychiatrist. xander had learned that the hard way. he had made the mistake of trusting them at stonebridge, but he was smarter than to do it here, in a much worse place.
it was dull, he finally wrote with a shrug. nothing exciting happened. save the whole ‘going crazy’ thing, of course.
if katze was lucky, maybe stan would eventually punch xander for him. |
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Post by lynx on Jun 21, 2009 18:41:17 GMT -5
The only reason Katze was frustrated and angry was because he was in pain. There was still some damage to his chest, and he needed morphine badly, it was wearing off. Yet, without the pills his anger was showing, the pain made his non-existant temper appear. He swore very loudly in a forgein language, and took off, stumbling, to his desk and shoved open a draw.
Pulling out the bottle, he quickly undid it, took a tablet, and gulped it down, almost whimpering in the pain he was experiancing, spots on his body just burned with agony.
It took five minutes for him to feel better, and he slid back into his chair. Reading the board now, looking quite worn out, but was back to smiling, calmed.
"Sorry... I don't deal with pain well. I apologize." Then reads the board again. "...Why are you a werewolf?"
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Post by .xander;; on Jun 21, 2009 19:09:51 GMT -5
the brunet watched katze thrash around in his desk, slightly jealous. he longed to be able to do things like that without reprimand. therapists had all the fun.
xander wondered curiously what exactly katze had said and in what language, but he didn’t dwell long on it. he remembered the sound and would be able to find out later. why he was interested in knowing what the blond said was beyond him.
five minutes later, he had calmed down. xander was slightly disappointed. must be because my father’s name was wolff. mine’s xander now, of course, but that must still be a part of me, you know?
bullshit. that was nowhere near the reason, but he wasn’t about to tell katze that. too bad he didn’t notice that he had given the therapist a juicy detail about his previous life. |
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Post by lynx on Jun 21, 2009 19:12:41 GMT -5
That might be a factor, but Katze didn't believe it. He look in his eyes said nothing. "...No, that's not why..." He said softly, easily seeing through the lie. Today he was going to get down to the bottom of this. "It has something to do with that hand you always hide away, doesn't it?"
Yes, he had noticed the other's neglect of the hand--it was overly obvious. Gaze went to the hand. "...What happened to that hand?"
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Post by .xander;; on Jun 21, 2009 19:28:02 GMT -5
it wasn’t so much that katze saw through the whole “wolff” deal. he wasn’t surprised at that. then he decided to mention the hand. then he tried to look at it. no, that was not going to fly. xander moved his arm so that his hand was tucked away between his back and the chair. not to mention a warning growl emitted from his throat.
nothing happened to it, he wrote heatedly. it has nothing to do with it. |
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