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 Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 11:41 pm
Jerry had promised Jordan. And honestly, that sort of revelation was not something that helped one sleep well at night. But he could do this. It wasn't.... as though he hadn't been to see a psychoanalyst before...
His palms were sweating as he made his way to the Life Hunter wing, checking maps and door numbers until he made his way to the psychology hall. It was very nice they even provided these services! Once he found it, there was no mistaking it. It was like a treasure trail of Hang In There, Kitten! Posters and You Gotta' Do What You Gotta' Do's, all dotting the brightly colored walls down many doors and to a series of chairs. He eyed the kittens appreciatively, a soft smile on his face as he regarded each determined, fluffy little face. Maybe... this would all go alright. Jordan was right, he should have done this a long time ago! They all had their issues and... and if he was... was really losing it, it was better to tend to it now before someone got hurt. He was being responsible.
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 12:04 am
The soft, entrancing sound of Enya filtered into the hallway as Jerry neared his destination. Peeking into the room revealed a large, well-muscled figure in a blue and green leotard doing a credible Downward-Facing Dog.
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 12:10 am
Jerry's eyebrows raised,, and the skinny, scarred trainee wobbled in the doorway. "Er.... H-hello? I er... I'm not sure how to er... m-make an appointment or um... this is where they t-told me to go for er...?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 12:16 am
The figure straightened up, and oh god it was Mr. T...no wait. He just looked a lot like Mr. T, sans all the jewelry and A-Team. He crossed his arms, and gave the trainee an assessing look. Was that a growl? Did he just growl?
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 12:20 am
Jerry gave a squeak, trembling in place, "Um! If... if now's a b-b-b-bad time I'll just... ahahahah... um! Ifthere'sasecretaryorsomethingIcouldspeaktoI'dbemorethanhappy... I j-just n-needed to f-find um... I've b-been having um! I'll just um!" Oh god oh god that leotard, he looked like he could break him in half and maybe he'd just go find Miss Clarice...
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 12:25 am
Two large, meaty hands fell heavily on the trainee's shoulders and gripped them firmly. "You..." And suddenly Jerry found himself crushed into the large man's beefy, and slightly sweaty, manchest. "Jerry...I've been waiting for you."
This was possibly a hug and a welcome. Unless it was not.
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 12:27 am
"Eep!" He squeaked as the air left his lungs, eyes rolling back into his head. He was going to die, right here and now, he was going to die, strangled by massive man pecks riddled with hair that the leotard just could not begin to contain.
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 12:32 am
The hold loosened for a moment, and then tightened quickly. Possibly the large black man thought this was comforting. Possibly. He began stroking the trainee's hair. "I've been watching you, man, and I got you. I got your back."
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 12:34 am
Once he realized he wasn't in immediate danger, Jerry's panic started to wane... at least until the stroking began, "Er... th-thank you?" He managed.
Watching him?
His face had gone a bit green as he tried, as politely as he could, to escape his hairy, muscled prison.
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 12:41 am
Finally, the larger man let him go with one last manly squeeze, "Man, I hope you're ready for what's about to go down, dawg. Because that mental s**t you got goin'? That s**t is going down. Right now, the toilet that is your psyche is backed the ******** up, and Imma get all Mario on that ********, for real. ******** power up." He lifted his fist toward Jerry, "Name's Killzone. Pound it."
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 12:47 am
Jerry opened his mouth, and closed it again. He replayed what he had just heard and tried to connect the words there in. He... oh? The Mario reference made him tense. Did he... even know about that? How much DID he know? How much had he seen? How did they even...
Sweat accumulating on his forehead, he lifted a trembling, limp wristed fist to gently poke against the massive bronze sledge-hammer outstretched towards him as though afraid of upsetting it.
"Er... yes?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 12:56 am
At the tentative tap, the large hand quickly engulfed Jerry's own, pulling the smaller man back toward the barely spandex'd pectorals. Fortunately this was only the start of an elaborate and sadly one-sided handshake, rather than another full-out embrace. <******** yeah, my Deus brother, time to get you down the path of healing, amirite or amirite?"
Killzone grabbed an over-sized beanbag chair and tossed it at Jerry, "Now sit the ******** down and lets talk."
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 1:05 am
Still reeling from the handshake, the beanbag took him off guard, glasses flying as he staggered backward and managed to just barely not catch it. A quick, somewhat terrified shuffle and he managed to find them and sit ON the bag, ramming them back on his face again before Mr. Killzone decided to throw anything else at him. He sat, sinking in beans with his knees together and his hands tightly clasped in front of him. "Um!" This was... definitely not like any psychologist he had seen before. Generally they didn't give him traumatic flashbacks to the horrors of Highschool Gym Class.
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 1:20 am
The hunter hunkered down on his own beanbag chair, leaning forward slightly to glare intensely at the other man. "Now, Jerry. I hear you're into music and s**t like that. Want to start up some kind of ******** hunter choir or some s**t, and that's cool dawg. Real cool. It's a great way to reach out to the ******** community and lay constructive outlets on some bitches, so I hear ya, Jerry. Killzone understands. But what he also understands it's that you also have an alarming tendency to freak the ******** out on occasion."
He lifted a calming hand, "Now Killzone ain't here to judge Jerry. He's here to help a brotha out. So what I want you to do, is make like a ******** song and dance man for me. I want you," he jabbed a finger at the trainee, "...to sing me the Jerry Song. The song that you hear come on and it's all like, 'Oh yeah bitches, it's on now, cause this is Jerry Time right now. ******** best make way for some Jerry-licious swaaaaaag.'"
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 1:27 am
Jerry opened his mouth. Jerry closed it again. He opened his mouth again but this time he found his voice, "W-what? Er... like... what... what song comes to mind? Or... or m-make something up?" He managed weakly. He had no idea what he had been expecting... but... but it... definitely wasn't this. It could be worse, though. He could have been having this talk with someone like Caelius... which would have been very abrupt and to the point, he was sure.
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