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 Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2008 12:59 pm
If Georg had not been accustomed to Dear Diary's 'work load' he could have very well gone a little bonkers himself. The most common misconception in working in this field was that you only get to deal with one patient at a time. You got to spend as long as you needed with them, fix them and then move on to the next.
Only the most prestigious institutions got that much help, unfortunately Dear Diary was not one of them. And so, Georg had learned to deal with trouble as trouble came, the key to it all was to prioritize everything wisely. If you did not do so, it would come down like a row of dominoes. But it was a funny thing how that worked, because it was only under extreme pressure that people would peservere and pull through, doing what they never thought was possible.
Chikara was up before Georg realized it and though she was still a bit shaken, she was other wise fine (in the barest means of course). What he was worried about right now was that Rion had two patients on his hand, and the third, Georg's own, had walked out quite suddenly. The warning bells in his head went off as he wanted to trust Yuri but he could not. "Yuri." He said his voice growing stern, but she did not heed him, nor did she listen to Rion. It seemed just when he was getting things under control, something always jumped up and bit him in the butt. Rising quickly, Georg made his way over to Rion. Quickly he swept his white coat back to get better access to his belt, where (once the coat was out of the way) one could easily spy vials strapped in their own little compartments. Almost like it had been intended for large rounds or bullets but the Doctor had improvised. He pulled one small vial out handing it to Rion. "Sedatives." He said curtly and his single eyes flickered over to where Chikara lay. He didn't say anymore, but his instruction was clear. If either started acting up, hit em with sedatives to quiet them down. Georg disliked relying on such crude means to keep the peace and order, but one had to do what must be done. And really? He didn't have the time at the moment, he trusted Rion's judgement, though he was still a little wet behind the ears. No matter, things could be worked on as they went along. Rion would learn how just as Georg had.
The man quickened his pace as he'd lost sight of Yuri. He took note that they ought to strengthen the security at the front of the institution. Hell, that's why Yuri had gotten those matches with out anyone's notice. It wasn't long before Georg had caught up to her, and found she was back to her old habits again. It was almost disheartening, but the man knew that such things would not be easy to break, nor would they be cured with in a day. He stood a few feet behind her. "Yuri." He spoke clearly, harshly almost scolding the girl. "Yuri, I forbid you to set another fire. I won't let you give in so easily. You're better than that. Now give me the matches and we will go back inside." His voice brooked no argument on the matter. Georg felt the sudden rush of familiarity...Like he was a father again...Trying to protect his own child from harm. "Yuri? Are you listening to me?" Like he had done earlier that day, he extended his hand expectantly.
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2008 3:17 pm
Watching the cloth burn Yuri had just dropped it onto the grass when Georg approached his tone scolded her and should have felt something but the farther she came when in a her more positive state it seemed the farther she reverted once it was gone. However there was something in his tone that did make her pause a tone her parents or fiancé had never used on her and it made her curious, one of the most basic emotions slipping through. It wasn’t until he asked it she was listening did she put the fire out using her boot to smother is while asking in a dead tone, “I am always listening.” she paused “Why do you say it that way? Like you care?” There was nothing in her tone that was sarcastic or mean just honesty that edged her words. Looking at his hand instead of taking it straight away she took it in both hands turning it over as if she could tell something about him that way, “Why are you here?” she asked meaning so much more than why he was standing there. Taking his hand in hers it was more to keep herself grounded. Out of everyone Georg confused her, he had the power to make her feel like a child and like she had done something wrong. He was one of the few who were able to make her stop and think. Yuri looked at him with emotionless eyes though her voice was wavering in small pieces. Today she was making progress perhaps the next day would be different right now as Yuri tried to listen to Lantis she had voices screaming in her head yelling out their anger loud enough to make her flinch.
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2008 9:00 am
Georg’s gaze was relentless, calm and stern like some invincible force existed behind those eyes. “I am sure Yuri you know the answer to your questions, whether you choose to believe it is your choice.” He did not release her from where he held her with his eyes alone. Not even when he watched her put out the fire out herself. She had retracted with in herself he had noticed. Simply by the way she spoke, the way she looked at him now. He could be as gentle as he needed to be, but to pierce through the thick steel walls that repelled everything, Georg knew he had to be strong. It was a delicate balancing act he always employed in these situations. “But what ever your choice is, my resolve does not change. I choose to care about you because you deserve to have someone care about you. I have told you before, everyone deserves to be happy. To pursue their happiness is what makes life worth living.” Yes Georg was aware that he was repeating everything he had told her before, but some things needed to be repeated, and really? That was how he felt. Georg held himself partly responsible, he should have kept her close, even when dealing with other patients. He had perhaps betrayed her in a critical point and had not realized it. For that he was extremely disappointed in himself. If he needed to be around her constantly then he’d make it so. His hand he still had out. “Yuri, I am here for you, I have come to take you back. I won’t let you give up so easily. Not when I am fighting with you. I don’t know what the voices are telling you, but I can assure you, you won’t come to any harm if you remain with me. Believe me, I can be a lot more potent than what ever it is you’re hearing.” Georg was familiar with ‘voices’ and ‘mulitple’ personalities. Why those were the meats and potatoes of a mental illness. He knew the signs and had gotten extremely good at reading the faces of his patients, knew what reactions to look for, be it the quickest flicker of the eye or the tiniest twitch of a finger. Even a hesitations spoke volumes to the man. He had to be open and receptive to these tiny details because it helped him perceive what was not spoken aloud.
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2008 8:05 pm
 [A] l.y.s.s.a.l
Alyssa hugged her stuff animal tightly as the dreams started, she had plently more than the one that she had thrown at the wall. Many more. They were her friends. The only things that would listen and that she could confide in. No one else mattered. She curled even tighter into her fetal position. It was in her dreams the only time that she wasn't perfect. It is in her dreams that she joined the masses that weren't perfect. Who weren't simply black or white, but gray, ever changing. Alyssa would normally dispel these people away from her, to get rid of the flickering. The emotions that people felt for eachother, their emotions of others. It was much better not to feel for anyone but yourself. The grays and all the swirling hurt and they made you flawed. A tight lipped frown was etched on Alyssa's face and her hair was splayed around her head like a dark halo. Her fingers were digging deeply into the bear that was held in her vice like grip. The bear was white this time, still a Snuggles Gund Bear though. They were her favourite.
She slowly uncurled from her postion and straightened out so the her head dangle off the left side of the bed near the end and her legs were bent at her knees at the right edge of the bed near the front. Her head faced the door and her knees pointed towards the corner of the room that one of the walls connected with the headboard of her bed and the other at a window. She slowly sat up and her eyes opened. Her black, half lidded eyes slid around the room. The white bear that was clutched tightly to her chest was wider than her waist and the same height as her upper body, hips to shoulders. Her feet twitched as she slid sideways so that she was facing the window of her room. She slipped forwards and her pale feet touched the carpeted ground ground. She stood up fluidly despite that she wasn't consciously controlling her actions. She was following her dream. In her dream, her mother was playing chess and she was one of the pieces, a pawn. Her mother had just sent her to kill another pawn, her cousin.
She walked forwards to her window and opened it up, all the while hugging her white bear to her chest with her left arm. She felt the breeze blowing into her face and that struck her as odd in her dream but it wasn't enough to wake her up. She stuck head out of the window and smiled. Her long tresses waved in the wind. She brought her bear away from her chest and swung it by its plush arm out of the window. Alyssa smiled grimly in a diagonal direction, where in her dream her cousin was standing, and chucked the bear wildly in that general direction. After that was done. She lifted her right leg and proceeded to climb out of the window. She successful made to a sitting position. There was no window sill so she balanced in her sleep walking state on the frame of the window. She kicked her legs in a childish, almost happy way as she held loosely to the edges of the frame. [[Ooc: If you don't mind, could the teddy bear go flying at Yuri and Georg? I don't know how much more I can role-play without interjecting Alyssa somewhere into the action.]]
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