She shifted uneasily in the wooden chair, the tall woman giving an obvious presence in the room. She stared at the floor, clearing her throat. The predicament she was in was terribly awkward and made her feel uncomfortable, a feeling that wasn't easy to achieve with a woman like her. "You can start at anytime," the voice said in a soothing manner, causing her to glance up with a cold, agitated gaze. She remained quiet, and the once discomfort felt within her core began to be singed with a feeling of aggravation only antagonizing her patience further. She clicked her tongue and looked down at the floor again, her slouched position while sitting couldn't manage to show any more disinterest. "Why did you come here if you were not going to talk?" "Doc, if you think it's because I wanted to," she began, her raspy voice choking back a laugh, "then you should consider getting your fancy psychology degree reevaluated." The man smiled, and shrugged, "Well, that's a start." "No. I just told you I don't want to be here," she sat up leaning towards him over the desk that separated them, "End of discussion." "So, what do you decide we do for the next fifteen minutes? Sit in silence? That went well the last hour and forty-five minutes." She shook her head in disbelief and sighed, leaning back in the chair, her long, braided hair pressing against the backing.
"They told me you haven't been sleeping well. Is that true?" She touched her lips with her long fingers, still staring at the ground. "Who told you that? Donny?" she cracked a small chuckle, "Donny doesn't know s**t, doc." "The bags under your eyes read otherwise." Marilynn let out a hefty sigh, looking down at her watch anxiously. The older shrink studied her movements carefully but easily, his face friendly and inviting. But after time, his patience was beginning to wear thin. This was her fourth session with him, all of which she had remained silent besides her snarky comments and aggressive banter. This was her final session. "Cut the bullshit, Mari," he began, a change in character that caused her to look up at him. "You know what I'm going to tell Donny and your boss? After four sessions, eight long, wasted hours of silence and horseshit you've been feeding me? I'm going to tell them that I came to the conclusion that you're depressed, you're breaking down, and that you have developed anxiety that will make you unable to work. Do you understand what that means?" he tilted his head mockingly, "You've gotten weak. And, weak, to the people you work for, means invaluable. I'm sure you know very well what they do to invaluable people. You of all people."
She let off a startled laugh, and nodded childishly. "Well damn, Doc. If you would have started like that in the first place, I don't think we would have the problem we do now," the blonde answered. The watch on her hand suddenly let off a few beeps loudly. "Oh, darn! Would'ja look at the time. " She stood from the chair, peaking at 6'1". "I'm making one last appointment for next week! You better start ******** talking. I mean it," he called out to her as she walked out the door way. "Yeah-huh, sure," she answered back. "What a ******** liar. Pulling my leg all the way to hell and back," she said under her breath and met the outside world with it's gentle breeze from the stuffy office that once held her.
It was a hot day in Atlanta. The skies were blue, without a cloud in sight as far as the eye could see. It would have been a beautiful day, minus the cynical attitude in the back of her mind, eating away at her subconscious. Her Aviator sunglasses shielded her eyes from the high sun as she walked on the side walk. Pulling out her phone, she powered it on, stopping a moment to glance around. It had been a crazy last few days. She remembered when the news of a nasty cold began infecting a large amount of people around the world. Marilynn thought it was odd that top notch scientists struggled to identify it, and had nothing to report to the news but failure. She also remembered how it spread was unknown too, or even where it had originated. Her phone let off a noise as it finished starting, unlocking the touch screen. Immediately she was met with a loud beeping, as her news app flashed open, beginning to play a video and audio announcing it was breaking news. She would have just closed the app, but what caught her attention was the person the news team was focusing on. It was a woman, looking off, walking limply, and had an overall appearance as pale and displeasing to the eye. She then began to approach another human being before suddenly, and shockingly, reaching out and taking a rather large bite out of the person, and began to lock on and dig in for more. "Holy ********] she said, confused at what was taking place in front of her eyes. She closed the video, reading the information the app disclosed of it. It was titled, "WOMAN BITES OTHER WOMAN, TAKES NINE SHOTS BEFORE PRONOUNCED DEAD. CONFIRMED PLAGUE VICTIM." She checked the time it was published and the current time. It had been posted at 12:35, it was now 1:05 PM. This happened just thirty minutes ago. She was about to watch more when her phone buzzed and opened a message. She had work to do, regardless.
She was just north of the Atlanta Mall. It had been a bit empty since the disease began infecting people. She had noticed whoever still roamed around in usually packed places had worn a paper mask, attempting to shield themselves from potential infectious germs. She thought the idea was a bit ridiculous, however, as it wasn't confirmed it was airborne. She continued walking, until she reached an alley way, empty as could be. It would have been silent, aside from the traffic noises and other things in the background if it wasn't for the soft, occasional thudding coming from a dumpster. She moved over, placing on gloves, looking around, before opening it. She swung the top ajar, revealing a man bound by tape over his hands, mouth, and legs sitting pathetically atop of a mound of trash and garbage. "Alright, up you go," she said, reaching in and pulling him out, dropping on the floor. Muffled noises and panic was in his eyes, as he jerked around a little. "Knock that off," she said, beginning to pull out a pistol that had been previously hidden by the light hoodie she was wearing. The man seemed to pay no mind, still jerking around what seemed to be out of utter fear. She sighed, crouching down beside him, placing the tip of the gun on his forehead. "I need you to open those little big 'ol ears of yours and listen closely and do exactly what I say, that way you can keep living your pathetic excuse of a life," her voice spoke terrifyingly calm. "Usually I don't do these types of jobs, as pulling people from the dumpster and threatening their lives is low, don't you think?" The man had fallen still, besides the short, rapid breaths that hurried through his nose. "But, sometimes even people in high positions have to play the low ones, because somebody always has to clean up the trash, and somebody always has to get their hands dirty in order to guarantee a functional cycle between money supplier," she briefly pointed at herself with her free hand, "And, money borrower," she nudged the tip of the gun against his head, causing him to whimper. "And in this functioning cycle, there is so room for money thieves."
She ripped off the tape from his mouth, crumbling it and throwing it aside. Oddly enough, his breaths only seemed to grow more frantic and shallow. "Where's the money," she asked, watching his every fidget of fear. He met eye contact with the intimidating woman briefly, beginning stutter before spewing out, "******** you." She sighed and shook her head, before wrapping a firm grip around his throat, squeezing. "I want you to realize how easy it is for me to hurt you," Mari whispered. "I want you to realize how [********] easy it is for me to kill you, and how [********] funny it will be when I get the money anyway after I go after your family. You want that? You want me to lay my hands on the Mrs. and little junior at home like I'm doing to you now?" she only squeezed tighter. He broke, signaling for her to stop. She kept squeezing, then finally letting go, him coughing, "Please don't kill me. Please don't kill my family!" "Keep your voice down, and tell me where the money you took from Mr. Parrino is." "I spent it! I don't have any money! I spent it on a poker game. I'm sorry. Please don't kill me, p-please don't," he began to sob. She stared down at him, blankly and lacking amusement. Her apathetic eyes met his apprehensive ones. "You spent all twenty-five grand on a ******** poker game?" she said, her tone lacking any sign of sympathy. "Y-yes, I have a problem. I'll get his money! I-I'll get it, plea--," she rose the gun, screwing on a silencer. "No! NO--." The voice halted, and the body fell limp. She shook her head, picking up the body, and throwing him in the dumpster of where he was initially discovered. It was then she turned around, seeing a young female staring at her. She made eye-contact through her sunglasses, reading her body language, and quickly decided that she witnessed what had just happened. [********] she whispered, before raising a hand out. "Don't you move," ironically, the statement she way trying to apply was to a girl that seemed not even be capable of moving.
✘ WHERE [ Alleyway North of Atlanta Mall ]
✛ WHO [ Man | Witness ]
✘ OOC NOTES [ Hello! The roleplay is now open. *pops open confetti* ]
✛ FEEL [ Shocked ]
