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 Posted: Mon Jul 06, 2009 9:15 pm
We both think of the same subject yet we are stuck in different realms speaking different dialects derived from the same base language, the woman was amused with such things. Her scarlet lips curled to a content grin of no malicious entertainment. Its nature seemed to be that of observation. A rare warmth that was offered light-heartedly on a whimsical whim. Subtle joy had sculpted the tips of her eyes to a notable degree. "Perhaps, my metaphor was flawed. I'm more artistically oriented rather than technical and the assumption you would be was an error on my part. You see, I'm talking about a bigger picture that." Sound never stopped. Rather more, a pause of words as she appraised the other young woman; "Hmmm." Margo casually leaned back in her chair.
Hands smoothly came together; interlocking with one another before resting on her lap. Her mirth faded, insinuating that things would become a tad bit more serious. "Your profile was rather straight forward. I assume you were physically assaulted by the gang that you affiliated yourself with to join and were continually beaten until you rose in rank. You've constantly physically assaulted those around you, you're a choleric -- easily carried away with your passions or so from what I've heard and read about you. That sounds to me extremely similar to a pistol. In fact, I hear there's a report underway that will soon be released about last night. They're trying to keep everything on the hush hush to keep away publicity. From all the information, you were a loose canon until your father put the safety on with that contract that ties you to Rick."
She saw from the corner of her eye the cell phone vibrate. Her lips pursed, non too pleased with glancing at the screen. "Hmm, did you know Mr. Raver's record was expunged? No one in the DA's office wants to talk, might have to reach out to Scottsdale's local police office if they continue keep me at bay." Java-brown eyes cooly were raised to meet with the red head.
"Rick seems to be your foil, really. . . similar to how the rifle contrasts with the pistol, wouldn't you say? Although, I find myself asking when I caught him; why he would give you a small grin after all the injuries you've given him? The most recent one was last night, if I am correct. Do you have any idea?" It was that precise moment after he voiced his out of breath gratitude, belayed perhaps, but nonetheless delivered. A few moments later as he sat on the ground next to the cooler. His gaze lowered from the cieling as he gulped down water, to Jennifer.
It was a curious thing that. . . irked her. For that fraction of a moment, he seemed to be zen. Until, her coworker walked in -- it all unraveled at the point. Rick Raver seemed to wrestle with himself, betrayed, lost, why, denial, outrage that instantly deflated to a blank look. As though processing for the appropriate response in his rolodex of emotions, Margo was baffled with his reaction. There was surprise, but then not so much.
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 9:56 am
Rizal glared at the woman. There wasn't much that she wanted to say. She didn't want to talk about herself and surely she didn't want to talk about her father. She knew that her father had only given her to the company because he had to. She had gotten caught on a heist and there was no way to keep her out of prison but doing this. She didn't want to think about the gang. When she did all she saw were bright faces, long hair, and hippie clothing. Sometimes they'd just sit around the park and talk all day. She was their little kid, their little innocent kid. Sure she got in tussles with them once in a while but most of the time she didn't even have to fight and they'd watch her back. Avoiding letting it show through in her eyes, she thinned them in her glare. "Don't make up s**t you have no proof of." Rizal told the woman. She thankfully finished with her gun putting it away when the phone vibrated at the woman examined it. Having her own cell phone for Rick's information and contacts Rizal could only continue to glare at the woman. Sense when did she need Rick's information too? Jennifer crossed her arms over her chest, the vest she wore pulled at her and the woman sat cross legged on the floor next to the table. Her legs crossed at the ankles, not how people normally sat cross legged.
Hearing what she said about Rick Rizal merely wanted to kill the woman. She knew she had a short temper and it generally effected how she treated Rick but they had worked things out, to some extent. If Rizal could just keep him from running away it wouldn't be necessary to hurt the kid. Plus, it wasn't her fault she was trigger happy. They gave her a gun, what else would you expect form someone in a gang? What type of reaction was she suppose to take when he refused to follow a schedule. He didn't listen to her orders and he didn't follow the schedule the company had signed them to. Oh if he would just listen to one of them things would be so much easier. They hadn't taught her people skills when she began this body guard business. They had just taught her how to shoot and not kill, or follow schedules. They had been harder than any gang and thinking back about her gang if they had been harder on her, maybe she wouldn't have been caught. She hadn't been the only one caught, obviously, but she was the only one that wasn't hopeless. The police had been such bastards. They had thrown her in a jail cell with men and women mixed. The men had eyed her like candy and she had to defend herself until they took her out of the holding cell. That was a nightmare. She had never quite recovered from that feeling of being completely alone. It still haunted her today.
Feeling her emotions come up Rizal stiffened her face, happy for her long red hair to be over her eyes and completely in her face. She didn't want the nightmares to show through. With just one eye that she focused angrily on the psychiatrist, she did nothing to give away any of her emotions. Oh how she wanted to scream and rant at the woman for bringing up the subject but she knew it was a part of her job. She scolded herself for even thinking that they could talk at all. It hadn't been That long sense she encountered the conniving whores with the psychology degree. they could use anything against her, she reminded herself, anything that she did, anything that she said. Rizal kept her arms crossed over her chest as she glared at the woman, her front being something that was easy to put up. This woman would never get through to her. If she had been with Rick for this long and he still couldn't see her, then this woman didn't stand a chance, even with her chattering voice. She sounded like a squirrel that stole a ring at the moment. She sounded as though there were just some things she would hide in the ground and dig endlessly to find next year. The difference was this was next year. Rizal's last visit had been what was covered and now the girl was searching. She wouldn't get anywhere. Rizal never gave in to psychologists. She either scared them s**t-less with the little bits of information she did share or they just gave up. The latter was more common.
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Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 6:06 pm
A dry exasperated sigh rushed past her scarlet lips. Immediately, those crimson-stained buds curled down south. That sharp nose seemed to have been raised by its own volition. Terra-colored eyes left the client; same client that crossed her arms in the similar fashion of an obstinate child. Delicately arched eyebrows came together. Jennifer Rizal’s antics combined with this past week wore down her patience. This was when her passionate, irrational, and unbidden personality made her extremely upset. Fingers were brought to her temples, massaging them as she bit her tongue.
Her hand reached for the cellular phone; contemplating its weight or so it seemed. Crisp with purpose, the woman dialed the number to HQ. Those aggravating beeps as they waited on the line resonated in the room; it was on speakerphone.
“Instant Ramen Corporation, Mr. Akey is currently in a meeting. Can I take a message?” Cordially, the stranger on the side stated mechanically. There was a pause on Doctor McCollin’s end; “How may I help you?” It was then that Margo had found enough control to raise her gaze to the patient. An inquisitive eyebrow raised as the question rose, was assistance necessary? The answer for that remained was up to the redhead.
"Rome offers you peace or war. Choose, for it matters not to Rome." -- seemed to be an appropriate quote that came to mind for the scenario.
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 4:27 pm
Rizal watched the woman with a curious stare. She could do neither harm nor foul by the woman as the phone rang, not sure who would show up on the other side. Upon hearing the stranger's question Rizal jumped up and grabbed the phone shutting it with a hard snap. She dropped the phone on the table and retreated to her chair sitting down and glaring at the woman. Okay, now she was serious. If Rizal was reported, again, to the office, or directly to the head of the corporation then she would most definitely end up back in training camp or something similar. The point would be that she would no longer be able to do something that was at least pleasing on some level of her ******** up mind. The woman's hazy head understood that well enough that she didn't want any part of it and she would avoid it at almost any cost. Rizal had been reported to the company enough that they ended up here, at a couple's councilor for help when Rizal really didn't want to be here at all. As it was their head boss had warned her repeatedly to stay out of trouble and that was exactly what she had gotten into. She sat down with a heavy flop upon the chair and crossed her legs folding her arms over her chest as she glared at the woman. "Fine. You have my cooperation."
Upon admitting that Rizal knew she had to answer to what it was she had said earlier. She would now have to explain herself and doing this would only be painful for one person if she had anything to say about it, and that would not be her. If she was going to do this then she would do it in such a way that this woman would see the darker side of her, the side that yearned for the killing and assaulting others, a side not promoted by her father. "First let me clear something up. My father was a better man than any that you have ever met. We were only a gang by namesake. My father gave me up to the company so that I would not be in jail with him and the others. Do not talk bad about my father when you have never met him. He did not put me in this program to put a safety on me as you say, he put me in this program because he wanted to keep me doing what I love in a way that would not get me arrested or injured." Rizal felt somewhat justified now in what she said and she was able to think clearly about what the woman asked. She wanted to know about Rizal's connection with Rick. She wanted to accuse Rick of being her foil, whatever that meant.
She looked away from the woman at the phone on the table, the one thing that kept her talking. She thought about her relationship with Rick. She thought about how he would always run away and how he didn't listen to her even on the first day that they met. Her anger steadily became more apparent. Her shoulders stiffened and her eyes thinned as she glared at the phone. "I wouldn't hurt Rick if Rick would listen to me. As much as I enjoy causing him pain when he doesn't listen to me I respect my Father's wishes more. If I cannot get Rick to his appointments on time I am stuck with meetings and paper work for the rest of the day about what happened. Rick doesn't like schedules. I cannot persuade him for my sake and physical force is the only effective way I've found aside from the trick I did to him today to get him where he needs to be. Trickery like what I did today just isn't my style. You're lucky I didn't just tell him outright that we had an appointment with a psychiatrist duo today or he wouldn't be here in such a good condition." Her grin faltered when she turned her head to her shoulder and coughed. She left her hair in front of her face over her shoulder as she glared at the woman with her one exposed eye. She was still fairly beaten up from yesterday's antics and bruises were somewhat prevalent. "As for why Rick grinned at me, I have no idea. Ask him. I may have been with him for a bit now but I still have no idea why he acts as he does. I have no desire to find out either so if you do find the answer, don't tell me. I really don't care."
Rizal found herself somewhat glad now that they had gone running. The sweat from their jog really began to help her cover the itching heat that began to crawl up her back. She felt herself getting sweaty again as the heat of what seemed to be the room pressed down on her. She didn't relax her stance or change it as her eyes focused on the doctor. She thought over the past few days. She hadn't felt bad before just a bit ago, around after they stopped jogging. She felt herself become heavy and her strength wasn't exactly present. All the same she kept her seat as her thoughts swarmed through her head. She felt pressure building up in her skull, she knew it would form into a head ache but at the moment she couldn't exactly go pill popping. All the same she hid it as best she could as she wondered how the doctor could possibly remain in such a suit when it was so hot in the room. She didn't realize that she was the only one feeling hot.
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 7:43 pm
For the love of God, I wish I could've told her that I loved her, but I didn't feel anything. I just took it.
"It's not okay. You don't have to sacrifice yourself -- it's okay to be mad Rick. It's okay to yell at me, you don't always have to be in control," it's never okay, but she couldn't hear my thoughts and I wasn't about to argue with her.
"Sometimes, I want to be the bad guy," it was about the time that I took out my a cigarette and grinned; "Gotta go, love." I just sprinted, it was an empty sentence. Didn't even light my cancer stick. When you love someone the way I love my sister, you just forgive. If I'm lucky I forget the wrongs she does to me, when I'm not so lucky I just take a huff of it and the exhale.
"I was late, real late. Didn't get to make it to the meeting, I didn't meet Red. Ummm, you know her as Jennifer Rizal? Anyways, I needed to be alone. I disappeared to a parking complex and smoked a few cigs. I ignored my phone, when I was good I strolled in. . . I think I was thirty minutes later err somethin'. She wasn't very happy, but I sure was. I was being friendly, a little too friendly 'cause she put me in my place -- didn't take long for me to get licked." There was a pause; "real good." Rick raised his emerald gaze from the floor. A deep breath was taken. I can use a ******** smoke, it was an itch at this point. With a quick shake of the head, he returned back to retelling their first encounter.
It was a bad day. Lexi said something that hurt me, but like I said -- I was numb. Still smoking when I walked in and got friendly with Red. Not sleazy like, just you know, overly familiar. She didn't like me much, but it wasn't anything personal. I don't think she liked anyone. Anyways, we left that building -- except I left with a limp. You know, I'm real dumb. I know she's going to hit me for certain things, but I still do them. Sometimes, I think I'm just asking for it.
There was the town car, it drove the pair to the loft. The whole way there, the red head glared at him. Ricky did his thing, made himself comfortable and brushed it off. After awhile, her lips made movement and eyes shifted to the binder given to her with the regulations and his schedule. All that was on his mind was inhale, exhale, take a shot of Jack Daniels and repeat. Until they made it to their destination, occasionally he'd nod with a lame; "Yeah." Maybe she knew, maybe she didn't, but I didn't give a damn. There were other things on my mind. Not Lex, but my kid. And that a*****e, the little douche raised his fee, but I didn't care. He was leaving the country for good. I should've been happy, but I was just miserable. Still, I laughed and smoked and drank.
Suddenly, he leaned forward with his elbows on his knees. "The rest was a haze, doc. A blur, I probably vomited that night and messed myself. Red took care of me, Lex kept trying to call me, but I don't remember anything else. Just little bits that don't make sense. . . then my kid's voice was on the voice mail telling me to have a good night. That's all I remember."
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2009 6:32 pm
The doctor leaned back and examined Rick as he spoke about the first day. The whole thing seemed to be somewhat disoriented for Rick if just because of the retelling. He wrote down notes from time to time about Rick instead of Rizal and considered what to do. It remained obvious to the doctor that Rick's child, even if it wasn't his blood child, held a strong key to getting Rick out of his depression and back on track to having a good life. As it seemed he couldn't point to exactly what had caused Jennifer to act as she had although he did know one thing, Jennifer had to have been out of line and probably knew it. Thinking back over her file he considered what to tell Rick as he looked over his notes from both files combined. "It's okay. If you can't remember right now then we can always focus on other aspects. When she injures you what do you do in return?" Dr. H questioned as he wrote a few side notes on the file for things to tell his wife so they could work on this together. He was somewhat eager about being able to work with her again on a case that would require both of their heads. They had been so busy lately that they hadn't had any time to really be with each other and even if it was work, it was something. He set that notion aside though as he watched Rick.
From his observation he gathered that Rick had issues long before he became a part of the organization and that predominantly was the reason he joined. Knowing this helped him understand why Rick didn't like being a part of the models and as it was, Rizal seemed to be punishing him for not following through with his contract. This pointed to the fact that in order to help their relationship he had to aid Rick in coming to terms with the past. This type of counseling generally was what they ran into although getting the two to cooperate after helping them settle their differences would be hard enough as it was. The doctor considered giving Rick something to calm him down so that he didn't have to smoke and he could relax and keep his strength up but he would first discuss it with his wife to see if they could calm Rick down natrually without having to drug him into relaxing. He would much rather avoid drugs. From examining Rick's behavior he considered giving Rick a series of tools to calm himself down and relax his mind during the roughest times of Rizal's abuse so that he didn't have to mentally strain himself to fight against the body guard. He could teach him a few of those this session just to make the next few days more pleasurable for the boy.
His notes, prominently consisting of methods to calm Rick down, ranged across the page as he listened patiently for Rick's answer. He had a feeling he knew what Rick did when Rizal injured him, nothing, but figuring out why and getting him to talk about his pain would be a large step in helping him recognize his own problems. He had a number of different schemes in order to help Rick cope with the loss of what he saw as his child which all ran around in convoluted circles to go about this gently instead of attacking the issue head on and upsetting Rick more. He had a feeling that asking Rick flat why he enjoyed Rizal's beatings would not give him the answer he was looking for. Then again, he didn't want to spoon feed Rick any answers so convoluted questions remained the way to go when it came to this situation. Somewhat concerned about getting Rick to a point where he could teach him to calm down he considered working him up just to teach him that. All the same that seemed like it would be anti-productive. He would just have to include it as side conversation while they spoke about how Rick reacted to Rizal's mistreatment.
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2009 7:01 pm
There was complete and utter silence. Perplexed eyes blinked as a single ebony eyebrow arched. Dear God, when did my mouth get so dry; silently, he pondered on the thought for a moment or two. Doc’s gaze was steady – waiting expectantly, patiently. Goading him to speak yet Richard was lost. Ashamed, the model’s gaze fell to the ground.
Recognizing his own reaction, quickly the young man rectified it by returning the gaze like a man. “I don’t believe in violence,” cool even words flowed from his lips. It caught him off guard. . . . where did that strength come from? Eyebrows came together that mere instant, truly believing in the statement. His jaw clenched. He promised to do his best and the Doc would do his best to get his get.
“I leave.” There was a pause, gulping; “Let her cool down, walk” quick to correct himself “– limp away.” His eyebrows were brought together, trying to keep the tears to himself as he choked. The ******** indignity, he inwardly spat. Good old da came to mind, the old dude use to remind him that only weaklings cried. He refused to give in.
Too much shame caused him to glance out to the window, make it bearable. “Call Blake, she’s a doctor basically. You know, cleans me up on the down low – hush hush. Umm, go back to my room or if it wasn’t that bad visit Lexi. Lately, she’s been needing me to take care of Danny. . . until Red shot me in front of our kid.”
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Posted: Sat Dec 26, 2009 6:23 pm
The doctor sat back and just left his hand on his notebook for the time knowing that they needed to talk about this. Writing too much in front of the patient made them nervous at times although Rick seemed fairly comfortable right now. He also knew that staring at him as he spoke could make him nervous. He took the chance wanting to show the man that he was listening. He kept his head up as he considered what he said, and his facial expressions wondering about the meanings behind them. He seemed hurt, or surprised, by his own statement. It didn't seem as though his thoughts were quite cognizant at the moment so the doctor assumed they were quite honest. The boy wasn't trying to trick him or fake him out, he just missed his kid and had an abusive 'girlfriend' so to speak. He needed to get rid of the abuse in his life before he could really move on. As the doctor examined Rick with a calm serious expression he nodded a few times when Rick paused, gathering his thoughts, and said nothing.
The doctor's thoughts wrapped around the first sentance that had left his mouth. 'I don't believe in violence' had been a very strong statement from the male after his gaze had faltered. He considered it a sign of nervousness but the statement that followed such a nervous action caught the man by surprise. He stayed quiet keeping the idea in his mind. If he didn't believe in violence than he wondered just how deep that statement went. Did he run from Rizal subconsciously because she was such a violent person or was that still only part of it? He immidiately recognized that Rick leaving would only cause Rizal more anger because her target still didn't listen to what she said. It wasn't as if she could leave him unguarded. The shrink looked down at his notes and wrote a few things down as he gave more information about the child and who helped him in the bad situations that Rizal placed him in. He made another side note for his wife to ask about Dr. Blake and see if Rizal knew about her.
When he finished talking the doctor stayed quiet for a moment organizing his thoughts and writing down a few things letting Rick calm down a little bit from the question. He would go through it bit by bit later but for now he wanted to get some more answers about his statement. "You seem to be very strong in your beliefs, does Rizal cross any other beliefs you have?" The doctor questioned trying to figure out if he really was running just because of the kid or if it was deeper than that. He needed to find a way to either get Rizal over her violence around his patient or get his patient used to Rizal enough where he would use her as an asset instead of letting her run rampant like a bulldog who had too much energy from being locked in a cage only to be suddenly released on a dog fighting ring. He had a feeling that Rick leaving was like a poker in her side and only antagonized the girl in a muzzle, which she commonly broke.
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Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2010 6:57 am
Immediately a scoff came out followed by a chuckle. Eyebrows shot up as the end of his lips curled into a grin in succession with his lower lip being engulfed by the other lip, then pressed down into a grimace. Rick adjusted his position, leaning further back into the chair both fore arms resting on the arm rests. Emerald eyes staring right back, piercing the shrink as though not even seeing the man. Words started to flow, slowly, but surely;
"Red is different, what's normal and natural for me is the weird and unknown for her. And vice versa for her to me. People say I have no boundaries and you can't get three feet close to Red before bursting her bubble of space. I like to sleep in, she religously gets up at ungodly hours. I pass time with people and she with her gun." Adrenaline was getting into his blood stream. Eyes dilated. Hand gestures were thrown into the mix as he continued on the list. The pace picked up. This was Richard Raver in his normal and natural. Full of energy, alive and thinking in an intense way. "We couldn't be anymore different than a dog and a cat."
Unconsciously, during all of this he leaned in closer -- recognizing this, the model sat back into the chair and allowed the excess energy to run through his body. A bit of his arms shook, but that was remedied easily with tapping his foot. Upper torso tensed as though waiting for the other shoe to drop.
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Posted: Sun Apr 18, 2010 2:35 pm
Watching this, the doctor couldn't quite understand why he wouldn't calm himself down first. He needed to calm Rick down before he even tried to start anything else. Once Rick quieted himself the doctor stayed put just watching him for a moment patiently waiting for him to gather his thoughts. He needed to calm Rick down then teach him some methods of calming himself down when he was getting frustrated by their differences. If Rick could just stay calm then he'd be much better off than before. He considered all of the different ways he knew to calm someone down as he watched Rick waiting for the man to calm himself down.
"Rick, can we talk about what you enjoy? Just ignore Rizal for now and discuss what your favorite things are?" He questioned. Hopefully if he could learn what his safety blankets were, then he'd be able to use them to his advantage. He knew the man should be okay relaxing, but he needed a method to calm himself down and just relax on command. If he could do that then he wouldn't have to worry about Rizal as much because he would stop being as worried and stressed.
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Posted: Sat May 01, 2010 11:07 pm
“Err, sure.” Tilting his head back, the man’s digits dug at that sweet spot under the jaw. Right leg thumped as he mulled over the simple question. Ebony eyebrows came together, concentrating; “Spending time with my kid . . . I guess the party scene, but you know. Red cramps my style.”
On second thought, the model conceded, “I’m getting too old anyways.” There was a pause, he returned his gaze from the ceiling to the Doc. “I love to cook,” a weak offer was made. His hand went to the back of his head, it wasn't like him to itch. Then again, there has been a lot of that since Red came around.
He ventured further. “I mean, when I use to wait on tables – I’d hang around the kitchen. But you know how the saying goes: if you can’t handle the heat, get out of the kitchen. Sometimes, with Palma, it was more of a if you don’t want to get hit by the pan. Move your a** out to the showroom, pronto.” His leg lessened its rhythm, slowing down to a halt. “Ha, that was Palma fer you.”
“I definitely dig the whole get togethers , with a small group of friends. Especially a good barbeque, only way to top that is if the one manning the culinary bit.”
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Posted: Mon May 03, 2010 3:01 pm
The doctor smiled and nodded once in a while knowing that it would take quite a bit of talking to get him to calm down completely, but it was a good start, a really good start. He just had to keep him going until he was relaxed then he could bring back up ways to keep him relaxed when he was around his partner. Otherwise it would just go into an argument. He chuckled at the restatement of the old saying and smiled. "Do you enjoy eating the food you prepare or do you just like preparing it?" A few ideas popped into his head about where to draw the conversation, away from red, more into what he liked, then find a way with his partner to get them both to be working together on something. If they didn't work together as a team, then they would inevitably fall apart.
The doctor sat back, relaxed and calm as he spoke with his client. He had his notepad off to the side out of the way and although once in a while he'd jot things down, it wasn't very often and more when Rick paused or when he was asking a question. He'd often just write down what he wanted to ask next or ideas that came to his mind. It was just a notepad after all. Because of this he didn't really hide it, though his notes were chicken scratch. He had his ankle up on his knee and his hands folded over his stomach, his fingers laced together and just a smile on his face. He kept his eyes on his client for the most part, aside form when he was writing, engaging him in the conversation and taking a relaxed roll rather than one of energy.
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2011 7:12 pm
Aggravation wore her down. Margo daintily covered her mouth before yawning. Dark eyes became misty. She couldn't retain any animosity, the behavioral cognitive therapist leaned back into the comforts of the leather chair. Her patient's sudden movements brought her back to the present time.
How very unpleasant this had become, she frowned at the thought. A thoughtful nod was executed as the red head began to 'get the record straight.'
"My turn now. To be honest, I don't want to be here." A slight adjustment to that cumbersome bang that could never remain at the fringe of her face - no, it just had to shift over her eye.
"I would love to take a nap and then eat a delicious capellini primavera while downing a few beers," the thought made her stomach churn and a smile to grow; "However, here we are." A gesture was made -- the palms facing the ceiling accompanied by a shrug.
"So, how about this?" She sure was hungry; "You try to communicate with Richard without resorting to violence and I'll reduce the time we have to talk accordingly."
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 8:13 pm
Jennifer's eyes darkened as she glared at the woman, she was trying to take away her only means of getting the guy anywhere, violence. If she didn't have some way to actually force him to go to places, then she'd be even more in trouble with the board, of course, if she could say that this woman was the reason why, then maybe they would get off of her and on to this b***h across from her. As the wheels turned, Rizal felt her face become clammy and her breathing deepen as she tried to gather some more air and clear her head. She leaned back just wanting to get out of there so she could get home and hopefully collapse for a while in the relative safety of his place. Unfortunately she knew she had to keep up with him on the way back, so she pushed it down and considered the woman's offer. "Fine." No more to say then that.
Rizal looked towards the door, then the clock, wondering what time it was and how much longer she had to stay there, or Rick had to stay with the other mind reader freak. Hopefully the woman would let her go now so she could go 'implement' their plan. She pushed herself to the edge of the seat so she could get up if she was released, and with several long breaths, she had her vision and her balance back with her. She just felt tired, and hot. Maybe Rick would be too hot to run back and ask her to walk. She would much rather walk. "Can I go?" Rizal got up and made a limp gesture towards the door staring at the woman from where she stood like she was just some spider on a wall, looking to be squished.
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