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 Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2011 9:00 pm
Alphonse is an alcoholic, he is 17 about to turn 18. He has been in the same rehab clinic for almost three years by his parents orders.However when he turns 18 he plans to leave the clinic and go down the same path as his brother. It is no secret that is what he wants to do either.
Despite all the efforts of the staff to keep Alphonse away from his addiction they have not been able to. In the years Alphonse has been there he has never once gone through a withdrawal. The staff is determined and the parents are willing to try anything to save their last remaining son.
Alphonse parents are rich and they have paid for a new doctor to come in from out of country to the clinic. The doctor [x] is very well renowned. However [x] is facing his biggest challenge yet, he must get Alphonse cured in three months. If Alphonse gets to his 18th birthday and still has the same wish for death, then all hope will be lost. Can [x] remove the boy's addiction quickly and get him to go through a withdrawal.
Name: Alphonse Hathaway
Personality: Alphonse is stubborn and sneaky. He is cunning and vicious but past all that he is troubled. Once you break past his outer shell he can be a sweet kid.
Bio: Will be revealed throughout the rp.
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2011 10:24 pm
age: 35 Name: Victio Strauss Personality: Victio is a coarse and brash person. While his psychological practice started out as a booming success, recent failures in key cases has caused him to doubt his abilities. His fervent desire to help people used to be a source of strength, but recent failures and a deep empathy for those whom he has failed to help in the past has hit him hard and his emotional state is tenuous at times. This state is made especially tenuous when he sees that his methods are not working. Victio has been known to get angry when things are not going his way. Bio: Med-School was a bore and while his grades were not stellar, he had an incredible grasp on the actual real life application of what was being taught. Victio excelled in clinic practice and soon founded his own practice in Italy. His skills in the practical application of psychological services has lead to arrogance and this arrogance has cost him dearly in a number of cases. Seeking to learn from those mistakes and move forward with his clinic. Victio has begun taking cases outside of Italy, in an attempt to put failures behind him and start a-new. In accordance with this endeavor, Victio has taken on a case in England involving a young boy with substance abuse issues. Having dealt with many substance abuse cases in the past (all successful) Victio believes that this case will be an easy way to get a success under his belt and break back into the rhythm he was in when he started his practice. 
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2011 10:33 pm
"Room Check!" cried a nurse. Patients in the main lobby room suddenly went running for their rooms. Some trying to hide their stash of various types of narcotics other to clean up their rooms like they were supposed to. Only one stayed in the main room with the nurse. He had short blond hair and gorgeous blue eyes. At least they were beautiful when they weren't hazed over with his substance of choice.
If the nurse checked his room she would find it spotless. It was the same way every time a room check passed by. The blond haired boy was smart, he not only hid his substance outside of his room but he also had multiple stashes. It infuriated the nurses and doctors to no end that they couldn't completely rid the boy of his drug of choice. the boy had been within the facility for nearly three years and yet he had never, not once gone through withdrawals.
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2011 10:56 pm
Stepping into overly bright and fake light of the main room, Victio took stalk of what had transpired. Victio recognized the young man still sitting in the main room from photos in the dossier he had been given and smiled, so, this young boy is intoxicated more often than not and has hidden his stash so well he has no fear of us finding it, and they say I am arrogant.
Victio walked over to the table Alphonse was sitting at a threw the dossier on the table. Sitting down with a long sigh, Victio opened the file to the first page, A picture of the boy and his affliction in bold.
"So, your alcoholic, just what are we going to do about this?" Victio sighed, and looked into the eyes of Alphonse.
Victio could smell the alcohol wafting off of Alphonse. At least they weren't going to have to take weeks to establish that he had a drinking problem, it was 10:00 in the ******** morning, and Victio hated conversations like that.
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2011 8:47 pm
Alphonse looked up when a file hit the table hard before someone sat down before him. Alphonse looked at the file which revealed himself and then looked up at the man smirking. "Whose the alcoholic?" Alphonse questioned titling his head to the side. "You should really ask yourself that question if your wondering about your being an alcoholic." the man stated.
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2011 9:00 pm
Victio leaned back in his chair <********, this guy is really wasted. Victio let a smile creep across his face as he stared intently into the eyes of the young man sitting in-front of him.
"Nurse, will you come here please?" The nurse walked over to the pair and greeted them. "Do you know who this is?" Victio said, pointing to the picture in the file. "Why, that is Mr. Hathaway doctor, the man sitting in front of you." The nurse feigned a smile and walked away. "Thank you nurse..." Victio turned back to Alphonse and stared right into his eyes.
"Do you even know what an alcoholic is young man? Do you even know the effects of continuous and excessive consumption of alcohol can do to a man?" Victio's voice grew louder "Do you even know that abuse of the drink is killing you!?!?!?!?!?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2011 9:47 pm
Alphonse watched as the man before him called a nurse over. He watched laughing as the man questioned her. "Do I look like a fifth grader to you?" Alphonse questioned with a hick up. "Of course I know what it mean to be an alcoholic and the consequences of it." he stated.
"Your awfully loud for an adult." Alphonse growled. "Why do adults need to yell all the time over something so small." he questioned.
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2011 10:09 pm
Victio chuckled quietly at the child's words. With a sigh, Victio took off his glasses and gently puffed some air on each lens. Taking a napkin from the table, he gently rubbed the lenses and replaced them on his head.
In an even and stern tone Victio continued, "My name is Victio Strauss. I am a doctor who has spent the majority of his life helping the young and old deal with substance abuse. Today, and for the next couple of months, I am here to help you deal with your substance abuse issues." Victio was silent for a minute and then continued. "If you know what it means to be an alcoholic and understand the consequences of it, then you will surrender your stash of alcohol and allow your body to enter detoxification."
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Posted: Tue Dec 20, 2011 12:48 am
Alphonse watched amused as the man before him cleaned his glasses to help himself calm down seemingly. "Congratulations for you, well come to Britain. Now pack your s**t and get out." Alphonse growled. "I don't care if your the world's renowned doctor, I am not going to give you anything. If your try anything I will make life hell for you." Alphonse threatened.
"I don't want to go through withdraws and I don't want help. The only reason i'm here is because of my parents. Now go away."
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 1:00 am
Victio shook his head, "Your parents care about you and want you to live a long and healthy life," Victio paused, "I gather from your demeanor and activity over your time here that you do not care what they want, you are hurting them as much as you are hurting yourself." Victio stood, "But I am not about to reiterate what probably every doctor before me has already told you." picking up the file, Victio walked around the table and leaned down so he was face to face with Alphonse, "While you may be content with pissing on their hopes and dreams for you, I am not, Your treatment begins tomorrow, and I hope that you bring more than childish antics and empty threats with you to that treatment."
Victio walked off, thinking of the treatment he had planned for little alphonse.
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 1:55 am
"Why the hell would I care what my parents think, how would you even know what my parents think about this. Thy're rich which is why they could hire you, the only thing they care about is their image to the public. A son like me doesn't fit the build of a perfect child.
"Or you'll what? What are you gonna do if I decide I don't want to do what you say and prefer to stay as I am?" Alphonse questioned before watching the man walk out.
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 2:42 am
Victio stood at the door to Alphonse's dormitory room.I simply do not have the time to do this gently His bunk mate had already been woken up and escorted out of the room. Turning to the nurse next him him, he nodded.
The nurse was holding a bucket of water, on Victio's signal, the nurse entered the room, flanked by two orderlies. Victio watched as the bucket of water was dumped onto Alphonse's sleeping body.
Immediately following the water bath, the two orderlies grabbed Alphonse's body and wrenched him from his bed. The struggling Alphonse was then dragged dripping wet from his room. He was taken from there to a public washroom where he was then placed in a hot shower where Victio was waiting.
"Bathe yourself, and when you are finished put on the outfit I have prepared for you". Victio pointed toward the outfit against the wall. The outfit was a perfectly fitted suit of padded armor, for fencing.
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 10:36 pm
Alphonse had gotten little sleep during the night and when he had finally fallen asleep completely the sun was just barely rising. When he was suddenly awoken with cold water he yelled in surprise. He struggled as he was pulled from the bed and out the room down the hall. All the way down the hall he struggled yelling quite a few creative obscenities at the orderlies and the doctor.
The hot shower felt good but he still was a very unhappy camper about what had just happened. Alphonse glared at the man as he was ordered to wash and put on the fencing uniform. "I am not going to play a game with you." Alphonse declared but he did step under the warm water.
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 11:06 pm
Victio turned around in the doorway "You'll get to stab and hit me..." Smiling, he turned back around and closed the door behind him.
Walking into an ajoining room, Victio changed into his own fencing outfit. Having changed, he walked into the arena sword in hand, staring at the door to the room in which he hoped Alphonse was changing into his fencing outfit.
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2011 12:17 pm
Alphonse copied the others words in a mocking tone but he looked to the fencing gear. He wasn't unfamiliar with it but he hadn't practiced in nearly three years since he had been placed in this place. Giving a sigh the boy washed up and changed. Maybe he could afflict some damage and some sense into the man. Walking into the separate room he stood in the outfit waiting.
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