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 Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 10:09 am
So long, so long, so long, so long . . .
It all started with an incident in the cafeteria. Lunch was being served and young Sorano was unfortunately caught with the afternoon rush. Grunts of a many made a mad dash into the large tiled room in a haste, each clawing at any food they got their hands on. Eventually, the cafeteria fell into a state of utter, complete, undeniable and terrible chaos. It took just one snap of a higher-up's dainty little fingers to bring peace once again. Eventually, the mass of black uniformed individuals with large Rs on their torsos fell into a neat little line, obtaining lunch one by one. Even so, the line was so long and the wait was so long, Sorano was forced to wait.
Sorano could not take it anymore. He wanted food. Yet, he waited like a patient little Growlithe as he made a step every five minutes. There was a higher-up supervising everything. There was no way in hell he was going to do anything stupid. His choice to wait came to benefit though. Eventually, it was nearly his turn to get some grub. There was but one obstacle standing in his way. A grunt who just couldn't make up his mind . . . a grunt who changed his mind every second . . . a grunt who believed that the jello serving was much more important than the entire meal choice of Serving A but rather preferred the sandwich in Serving B. A combination of the two was completely impossible. It was either A or B, A or B, A or B, B or A, baa baa black sheep, have you any wool?
A vein protruded out of the Sorano's forehead and pulsed with blood. Arceus, damn it all! Couldn't the fool just make up his damn mind?! Than, Sorano just couldn't take it anymore. He snapped like a teeny-weeny little toothpick. With a raised hand, he punched the grunt straight in the head and knocked him out cold. The chatter once in the lunch room fell into a silence. What is this, I don't even - . . .
Since than, he was forced to go see a new therapist lady person who was hired for his 'anger' problem. It was a given -- he had done something stupid and was pulling the weeds of his mistake. Ah, whatever. It was only for a week. He could survive, right? Right?
Hey . . . ten bucks he snaps in his first session. No wait, twenty . . . 'cause I know this is going to be good . . .
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Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 11:02 am
 If anyone had passed by Isadora's office at the moment that Sorano landed the punch, they would have seen the woman prancing about in the spacious room, mashing her fingers on a plastic guitar-shaped game controller and singing along to the song that played on the large television screen. The notes scrolled past on the screen as fast as lightning, and it took great skill to hit each note and claim the power-ups and combos. Just because she was part of Team Rocket didn't mean that Isadora couldn't enjoy herself, and playing the musical video game was exactly the thing she needed to relax. All of the naysayers could go and jump into a lake. After completing the song, Isadora turned off the monitor and the game console, storing her controller in the back closet. She was breathing heavily and had broken a bit of a sweat. Shredding that many notes was exhausting. She sat down at her computer desk, grabbing a can of soda and drinking it down in large gulps. She had an appointment today: she had to be in top condition. A few minutes were spent looking over her patient's files. She studied them as quickly as possible before she saw a teal-colored movement outside of her office door. She sighed a bit, then walked over to the door, opening it up and gesturing into her office. "Ahfternoon. You must be mister Dinkley, ahm I correct?" Isadora's British accent came out in full swing. She smiled kindly. "Ih'm Doctah Isadorah Scott. You may call me Doctah Isadorah or just Isadorah. I don't care, and I hope you don't, eithah."
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Posted: Fri Aug 13, 2010 2:07 am
Sorano cocked a thin eyebrow. Another girlie? How much women had he met since being in TR? Hell, he could count them off his fingers and toes. Sorano would totally have to call Moose later and discuss this with him. The faster the blond got his arse down there, the quicker he'd be able to see the paradise that is Kodo. It was like summer vacation down in the Orange archipelago. All big boobies, big butts and tiny bellies. Woo!
Yet, Sorano's eyebrow still remained in its position as he trotted into the room and slowly closed the door behind him. Her accent had collided with him like a Mach Punch. Square to the jaw, positioning his lower fracture of jaw out of place to which he fixed. It was a battle of the accents, who will be victorious?
"Ah, yessums . . . " he trailed. What was he suppose to do here? Talk to her? He'd never really had a reason to sign up for therapy before so he was truly quite clueless. "I'lls call ya 'dora. Yer full name is such a hassle ta 'nouce."
A small moment was taken as the grunt stretched his arms up and over his head. Than his left arm landed on his noggin and scratched aimlessly at a nonexistent itch.
"Hows long I gots ta stay with ya?" he asked. "Ah, whateva. Askin' is jus' gonna make it longa. C'mon, tha quicka we git this done, tha quicka I can get out of 'ere."
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Posted: Fri Aug 13, 2010 11:00 am
Isadora frowned the most tiny, minuscule frown ever made. Tall, teal hair, squinted eyes... This man, this Sorano, was the very same person described by one of he regulars. From what the doctor heard, her patient and this man went on a date of some sort and ended up parting ways with a small kiss. This news had, of course, been very interesting to Isadora, for despite herself, she was a lover of gossip. Then again, proper conduct demanded that a doctor never reveal their patient's secrets, no matter how juicy. In any case, this looked like the Sorano she had described. Isadora walked calmly into the room and chuckled warmly. "Dora? Well, tha's ahctually a nickname of mine, so if ya wish ta cahll me that, go on ahead." She gestured to the two small couches in the middle of the office with her hand. "How 'bout we sit on down?" The doctor made herself comfortable on one of the couches, crossing one leg over the other and holding a clipboard. "You'll stahy howeva long you need t' be. My johb is t' help you, and tha's wha I'll do, buht I need some cooperation an' eff'rt frohm you." Isadora adjusted her reading glasses and looked up to Sorano. "So then... How did ahll this happen?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 15, 2010 12:46 pm
Sorano slinked onto the couch and huffed, pouring his face into the palms of his hands.
"I dun' know!" he answered hastily. "Things jus' 'appen, 'kay? One thing led ta anotha an' tha guy got 'unched. Tha's nothin' big, 'ight? Peeps 'round 'ere git inta squabbles all tha time . . . 'amn it, why tha 'ell tha I hafta go through this . . . "
Sorano breathed an airy sigh and turned to Isadora.
"Looks, is this what yer job be 'bout? Listenin' ta people rant, rant, rant an' take em' down 'cause it be 'portant? Arceus, peeps like ya are somethin' . . . truly somethin' . . . "
What the grunt didn't want to say was that those who walk about with those little clipboards make him uncomfortable and upset. He was never stable when it came to talking about his feelings, made him feel . . . weak. Could that be why everything he said practically avoided her question? Possibly.
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Posted: Mon Aug 16, 2010 8:44 pm
Isadora calmly listened to Sorano's rant as he went on. From the tone of his voice, she could tell that he had a lot of anger pent up inside, and not just from a long line at the cafeteria. Something had happened to him, and it was her job to figure out what. She smiled as he promptly avoided her question and blinked. "If there's anythin' making you uncomfortahble, misteh Dinkleh, you only need sahy so. I'm here t' help you."Even so, Isadora sighed. This wasn't going to be a calm appointment, she could tell right now. She turned her head around and called into the small room adjacent to her office. "Bahsil! Could you come 'ere a mohment?" Out of the room bounced a very cheery-looking Chikorita with a large grin on his face. "Chika!" He bounded over to Isadora, who greeted him with a smile and a pat on the head. As she did, she looked back to Sorano. Her expression was serious. "Misteh Dinkleh, I cahn understahnd if you're hahving trouble with this, but please try to cooperahte. I need you to tell me what happened, and I need to understahnd why. Both you and I would rahther be doing somethin' else, so please... Leht's leht i' all out." The good doctor smiled once more. This... This would be a difficult one to crack.
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Posted: Tue Aug 17, 2010 11:10 am
A meek 'harumph' grunted out of Sorano's throat, himself turning away from her as he stubbornly pushed his cheek into the palm of his hand. He glanced carelessly at the Chikorita and 'harumph'ed again. He wished he'd bugged Never to come with him but that blasted Flareon was probably off sleeping in a pile of dirty laundry or wandering around the girl's bathroom. Arceus, this thing was getting on his nerves.
"Tha only thing that be makin' me uncomfertable is ya askin' me those questions. So's if ya's stops talkin' an' let me's leave, than we's can git on with our lives."
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Posted: Tue Aug 17, 2010 11:43 am
Isadora gave a faint smile at her patient. Man, he was just pushing all of her buttons, wasn't he? He was trying to make her crack. But it won't work, no sir. She was a professional. This was her job, her career. She could not give up now. Even so... Without proper backup, this would be difficult. She looked to Basil, who was scampering about on the floor. "Bahsil. Ready your Sweet Scent." The Chikorita looked up and grinned, holding his head-leaf erect. Isadora looked to Sorano. "We cahn make this as easy or as hahrd as you want, misteh Dinkleh. You got yourself intah this mess, ahnd the ohnly way out is through me." She adjusted her reading glasses. "I cahn assure you tha' what goes on here will not be repeat'd to any othah individual, especially not t' your superiors." She smiled, but her eyes had lost some of their kindness. "Have a' it."
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Posted: Tue Aug 31, 2010 8:13 pm
"Do I looks like a child?" he simply mused with sternness in his tone. "I like challenges, girlie. Go on an' test me."
Okay, so, it wasn't best to challenge Doctor Isadora when he was Pokemon-less. Yet, to him, it just helped get on her bad side. With the mention of it not being mentioned to the higher-ups, he softened and inclined into his seat with his palms folded behind his teal hair.
"Ya 'romise?" he asked when he swiveled his head towards her. "That not be a lie ta try an' calm me down, 'ight? Full on truth, 'ight?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 05, 2010 12:24 pm
Isadora gave her most trusting smile to Sorano. "Ih'm a womahn of m' word, misteh Dinkleh." She reached behind her and placed the clipboard on her desk. A hand reached up to push a piece of hair behind her ear. The silence was killing her. She sighed and looked to the man sitting across from her. "Now... Th' wahy I hear it is tha' y' knocked an indecisive grunt in th' lunch line. Sohmthin' tells me tha' thehre was mohre to this lil' incident than tha'." The doctor smiled again. She needed to crack this nut, and the only way she could was by reaching into his subconscious to see what she could find.
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Posted: Sun Sep 05, 2010 10:20 pm
Once again, Sorano's eyebrow cambered. When a woman, any woman, beamed such a smile . . . it meant something. Something. He kept his weary stare on her and cleared his throat with a small erhrm.
"There be nothin' more ta it." he replied. "He was takin' too 'ong. Instead a push tha make em' hurry up, I punched em'. Ain't tha 'nough? Hoomans git angry all tha time. I jus' gots angry."
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 4:35 pm
Isadora gave a small "harumph" and sighed. She wasn't cracking him. She needed to get to the root of the problem. Anger was a common denominator for all humans, true, but it was much less common for it to compel someone to knock out another for being indecisive. There was something that Sorano was hiding. As the doctor thought to herself, Basil took that moment to clamber onto the couch with her and sit happily on her lap. Isadora smiled and stroked the Chikorita's head-leaf, much to his delight. She looked back to Sorano and adjusted her glasses. "Misteh Dinkleh..." she began, "hahve you evah had any... problhems in your childhood? In mahny cases, traumahtic childhoods cahn lead to achts of violence lateh in a pehson's life."
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 4:49 pm
"Alls work and no play makes Mista Dinkley a dulls boy." he replied in full. "I was a worka all me child'ood. Neva was it, what'cha say . . . 'violent'."
Just by the drone of his timbre, anyone common person with keen hearing can tell me was lying. Why -- just by his sudden uncomfortable twist (a notable sign for one who stretches the truth) was enough to lead up to such a conclusion.
He had a violent past.
Quite a violent one, actually . . . being a terrible thug in a biker gang was always a low rating on the 'great choices of life' meter. He knew that and it always made him feel uncomfortable. Yet, there was also a sliver of jealousy within him too. Mostly towards his sister. Though he loved her greatly, she made a person out of herself by going promptly to school every morning while he chose the other root of the streets. Anger could also be thrown into the mix with the fact she threw away her open and free life for a committed gang of baddies known as Team Rocket. She was too good for that. Truly, she was.
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 5:15 pm
Isadora was slightly taken aback by Sorano's response. She felt bad for thinking it, but he didn't seem like much of a working man. To be brutally honest, he looked more like a lazy bum, but who was she to judge? Her eyes quickly took note of the fidgeting and the facial expression, and in an instant, she came to a conclusion. "You're lyin' t' me, misteh Dinkleh."She gave another sigh and pulled off her reading glasses, holding them up to the light on the ceiling to find the specks of dust scattered on the lenses. As she cleaned the seeing utensils, she thought to herself. It was times like this when she wished that she had taken her family's Kirlia with her when she moved to Kodo. It was impossible for her to read into people's minds, and that could get damned inconvenient sometimes. Power such as that was reserved for Psychic Pokemon, and since she had none, she had to resort to strangling the truth out of this man. ...Figuratively speaking, of course. "Misteh Dinkleh... Sohranoh..." She placed the glasses back on her nose and looked to the man sitting opposite her. "I need t' know what happehned. Please tell me."
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 5:36 pm
He shriveled up. He wanted to scream "DAMN!" but the words would not find themselves passed his throat. Call him intimidated, he had expected her to pick out he was lying so quickly.
"Fine, fine, fine." he replied. "Fine, fine, fine, damn it, fine! I tells ya everythin'! I was a stupid kiddo who joined a bika gang when I was a wee lil' thing. I loved me some danga when I was younga, loved violent stuffs. While I was me family's rebel, me sissy was Miss Goodie Four Eyes. She did everythin' she was tol' an' a'turned 'ome everyday afta Pokemon school when it was ova. I was neva nothin' like 'er an' it 'urt a lil' on tha inside when I 'ealized she was gonna make somethin' a 'er life an' I 'ouldn't. I rans away from 'ome a year afta recievin' me first Pokemon and found meself in Cinnabar Island. I lates joined TR in an attempts ta ferget 'bout me family, but than me sissy tracked me down and joined too. Ya know 'ow much tha pissed me off? Huh? Tha' girlie threw everythin' she coulda done with 'er life ta tha 'ind when she joined this stupid place! Damn it, didn' she know tha consequences a joinin'?!"
Sorano was breathing hard now. That sudden little rant had raised his anger meter tenfold. He needed a breather yet it felt good to get that little thing off his chest.
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