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 Posted: Sun Sep 15, 2013 2:19 pm
A Roleplay between myself and xXxRainbowxXxChildxXx. If your not one of the two of us, please do not post, you can read along however.
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Posted: Wed Sep 18, 2013 9:23 pm
TABTABProfessor Genevieve Ramsworth, Gen, for short, reclined in her soft, office chair from Ikea that was on the edge of modern and weird. But she didn't mind, as she pressed the speed dial button on her phone. Her receptionist quickly picked up.
"Hello Professor, can I help you?" the young intern asked in a little too perky voice for seven in the morning.
"What's my schedule today?" she asked, rubbing the temples of her forehead, as she tried to mentally prepare herself for her grief-stricken clients.
"You have a new client coming in about an hour, a young lady, would you like her information?" she could hear the keys clicking on the keyboard through the phone.
"I'll pass, you know how I am, I like to get a good read for myself on new clients before I know any official information," she explained, "And can I have some coffee, please? My head is killing me..." she muttered, as she tucked a piece of her long, dark hair behind her ear, laying her head down on the table.
Gen tried to remember last night's events, but after the fifth shot of Uncle Tito's Vodka, the memories were blurry. Why am I here... she thought to herself. Last night consisted of her weekly visit to the local pub, meeting up with some of her girlfriends, but they had all ditched her because they had dates with their husbands, boyfriends, and lovers. She tried to hold in her mental throw up as she thought about it. But Gen was never one to not go out, even if everyone DID ditch her. So she ended up going to the bar, complaining her worries away to the poor bartender, who, now that she thinks about it was pretty cute, was probably scared of this crazy woman spouting off about her lame life.
But let's let bygones be bygones.
Khristine, the young intern, slowly cracked open the door and walked in, placing the warm cup of coffee onto her desk, and slithered away, back to her computer where she was probably on Facebook or Tumblr or some other popular social media website. Gen lifted her head from the table, and grabbed the coffee, trying to sip at it, but it was too hot for her.
Gen glanced at the clock, she had thirty more minutes before her client was to be here. She returned her head to the desk, hoping to take a small power nap. There was no way that her client would actually be early. Or so she hoped.
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Posted: Wed Sep 18, 2013 10:54 pm
 ►Angela Lynn Cordain◄ ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ Footsteps sounded down the white-washed hallways of the therapist's building. The sounds grew louder until coming to a stop at the receptionist's desk. The young woman looked up from her computer to see the beautiful young woman standing in front of her. "My name is Angela Cordain, I have appointment with a Dr. Ramsworth." She said, her voice soft, but raspy from her prolonged arguments with friends, family, and her lawyer. "Yes, take a seat, Your appointment isn't for another ten minuets." Said the receptionist, gesturing towards the chairs on the opposite wall. As Angela sat, her mind wandered to her current situation: her broken hand sore after her court case, which led her here. her thoughts continued to stray until she heard the receptionist call to her. After the slight shock of realizing that ten minuets had already gone by, Angela walked to the door to the therapist's office and knocked on the door to alert the occupant of her presence and walked in. "Hello, I'm Angela, I'm here for our session" She said, taking the seat across the desk from the woman. Angela couldn't help but note to herself how pretty the doctor was, as up until now she knew only the name of the doctor that she would be seeing, and wasn't told that it would be someone that would keep Angela's attention so well. ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄
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