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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Jun 21, 2016 17:08:59 GMT -6
Amil appeared in absolute shock as Vale confirmed his actions, as well as quoting the man himself. "I......I said that....." His voice was at a near whisper, the man's body shaking. He began rubbing his thumb and finger together, creating friction between the substance and causing a single yellow eye to open at the tip of his finger. "Oh god....." He whispered to himself. The eye seemed to squint at Amil before closing back up.
He looked back up at the shouting man, a new found guilt brewing in his stomach. How much of that fight was I really in control..? He dug his fingers into his thigh as he looked down at the floor, a lump forming in his throat. He looked towards Vale, his heart pounding a million miles a minute. "I'm sorry, but....th-that wasn't me...." He muttered to the man. "I guess I... lost more control than I thought I had..." Amil stuttered.
Aberdeen's smoke trail faded into a dark blue at Albany's response to them, the fighter waving the woman's reaction away. "I'm used to it. At least you didn't scream." They muttered as Vale began shouting, their aura immediately turning a dark red. "OF COURSE I'M TERRIFIED OF YOU, YOU TRIED TO KILL ME!!! OVER A GAME OF TWISTER!!! But that's not the POINT Vale. The POINT is that you never apologized! Hell, I'm RIGHT HERE and you STILL haven't apologized! This would be the perfect opportunity! But you're stuck in fight mode! You're not going to apologize because you don't think you did anything wrong! It's disgusting." They spat. "You know, at the beach I thought I'd finally had someone who could help me out and understand what I've gone through. Every other super I've met has tried to kill me and you proved to be no different. Only difference is that you tried to kill me outside of a fucking ring."
"She isn't opening up to me, she's opening up to you." They stated, holding their head tighter to their chest. "I'm not talking about my childhood, there's nothing to talk about there." Aberdeen muttered as they sank into their seat. "There's nothing in my past worth talking about. I can sum it all up right now. I was an orphan, I got adopted at 16, I went to college for a year, dropped out and now I'm here." Aberdeen lazily explained.
"Please don't...." They muttered, more to themself than anyone else in the room. They let the smoke trail waft higher into the room to get a better look at everyone as the therapy session continued.
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Post by not u on Jun 21, 2016 18:03:05 GMT -6
Amil rolled his eyes as the couple chastised him, having half a mind to ignore there words entirely but knowing all to well their 'therapist' wouldn't allow for that. He turned to face the two, any joy in his face gone. He let out a sigh and spoke up. "Oh please, Cyrus. Things would have gone the exact same way whether you were there or not. You would've been too busy shaking in your boots." Albany gave him the most genuine smile she could muster after her son's verbal slap to the face. "I know you're being sarcastic, but yes, I am happy. You've been focusing a lot on Vale, but as I said, this is a session for everyone." She had her pen poised to write more. Cyrus restrained himself from snapping back at the soulless idiot as Albany made her rounds back to him, his catty retort cut short by her response. "I'm not the one that needs a 'session' or your 'help'," he responded immediately, his gaze sharp. "Other people don't need to solve my problems. I've done it all by myself, and I'll keep doing so until the day I kick the bucket. Besides, things have been going fine. Like I said, water under the bridge." He nodded a little bit as if to punctuate that self confidence after he finished his sentence. "Does your partner often have violent tendencies?" She glanced over at Alti. "And does he experience remorse for the action, or for displeasing you? There is a difference." Her eyes softened. "I'm not trying to bring up old memories, but physical and verbal attacks need to be addressed early on, before they happen again. And understanding how your partner feels about his actions is a good way of knowing what to work on next. Violent households will continue to be violent if the source of this problem isn't dealt with immediately." Cyrus was visibly taken aback with this new line of questioning, pausing and following Mrs. Vinaigrette's line of sight over towards his partner before shifting uncomfortably in his seat. Not trying to bring up old memories my ass. "L-Lady I know that way too well," he fumbled with his speech far more than he'd intended. "I... well..." He frowned hard, his mouth twisting up a little bit as he mulled over her question intently, shooting another momentary side glance at his partner before looking back at the housewife. "He sort of does, I guess but i-it hasn't been an issue since the first date," the scientist quickly retorted, recalling the first date as vividly as he could through the drunken haze he'd immersed himself in that night. "And he does show some remorse, although I think more for displeasing me than anything else..." Cyrus frenetically stared between the two, his face now overwhelmed with a ruddy hue and his fingers digging firmly into his thighs. "But that's a start-- right? I mean, plenty of people don't give a shit about how their partner feels, or about hurting them... So it's okay, yeah?" His stomach felt uneasy as he heard those kinds of words falling from his own lips. Downplaying actions and making excuses he'd normally be scolding other people for. But he couldn't expect someone to change in a couple weeks. Alti was trying, and that's all he could really ask for, right? Right. Around him he could hear the voices of several of the other contestants beginning to raise. How the hell did the scientists expect one lady to keep this lot of historically aggressive, violent idiots under control? At the very least Alraada and Vale seemed to be making some sort of... noisy progress that had left their self-appointed counselor in some sort of stunned silence. |
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Post by ChibiGissy on Jun 21, 2016 21:18:12 GMT -6
Maicy was about to answer Albany's question.
And that's when the guilt starts to kick in for me. Piami looked at Maicy, wanting to help out. Giaile sighed of annoyence.
"Look, I've known Maicy a lot longer than the rest of you, even before she was in the state she is in right now." Giaile scoffed "This maybe the only time Maicy would be able to open up, due to the fact that any other time she tries to open up, she sits there like a damn scared child!"
"Giaile, don't be rude!" Piami cried before she looked towards Maicy. "You can continue if you like."
"Um...Thanks Piami." Maicy looked shock with a sence of Maturity Piami has. "A-Anyways...."
Maicy took a deep breath. Starting from childhood should be easy, right?
"When I was eight years old, back when some of my relatives lived pretty close, my cousins accidentally ran over my parents living room. Out of panic, they asked me if I can take the blame, to which being a naive child, I accepted it. However, one of them did felt guilty for doing that and just said to my mother and their mother that it was them. In all honestly, despite how crazy that sounded, this is not one of the serious memories. My family (save for my dad how was not here at the time.) and I kinda make jokes about the living room being ran over, saying things like it sounds like something out of a sitcom. Though, taking the blame for that is one of the small contributing factors."
Maicy looked down.
"Unlike the later parts of my life... where it ain't small.."
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Post by Emily on Jun 21, 2016 22:49:21 GMT -6
Alraada's eyes widened, looking up to Vale. Tears formed on her eyes and a guilty look crossed her face. "I'm sorry...." She muttered quietly. She took Vale's hand in hers and stared down at the floor as she found herself so often did. She was crying again. "I-I'm sorry....I'm sorry....." Her apologies got louder and louder as the tears flowed farther from her face. "I'm so sorry....I'm a paranoid little shit, huh....?" She spoke clearly. Vale said exactly what alraada needed to hear. A lot of her worries were at ease. (( cassiroll )) |
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Post by LadyAurablade on Jun 22, 2016 16:30:30 GMT -6
"You think I wouldn't have been there if I could've been? Alraada was with us after I guess whatever happened with the cameraman, but she took off by herself when those earthquakes started. I chased after her but we got separated by waves and waves of hysterical nerds and panic. Trust me, if I'd been able to keep up..." he frowned at the ground, gripping the fabric of his pants, "that would've gone differently. I can tell you for sure nobody'd be taking any bullets for anyone."
Alti bitterly finished off the last of the cake as the scientist continued speaking, dropping the sugar-stained wrapper and disposing of the trash into a wastebasket via portal. He wasn't quite sure what to make of this "therapy" thing so far; while he didn't particularly care for (or about) most of the other experimentees' individual woes or the chance that their oh-so gracious guest would try to tap into what makes him tick fairly soon, the tag-team roast that he and his partner were dealing on the soulless dummy was kind of fun, so he felt pretty neutral about it all. That was, until the housewife's next list of questions prompted the scientist to open up some rather unsettling wounds. Alti averted his gaze from both Albany and Cyrus as his soulmate quickly skimmed over the details of their first date, pouting and digging his nails into his skin before stopping, coming along to the realization that history would be repeating itself if he destroyed his sleeve again. The other cupcake bobbled on his knee some, not even the briny tirade shot towards Amil doing the trick of calming his nerves. His attention snapped back to his soulmate near the end of the diatribe in embarrassed shock, his cheeks flushing slightly after the scientist verbalized the true source of his current unrest without a care in the world. F-fuck... "Does your partner often have violent tendencies?" She glanced over at Alti. "And does he experience remorse for the action, or for displeasing you? There is a difference." Her eyes softened. "I'm not trying to bring up old memories, but physical and verbal attacks need to be addressed early on, before they happen again. And understanding how your partner feels about his actions is a good way of knowing what to work on next. Violent households will continue to be violent if the source of this problem isn't dealt with immediately." "I... well..." He frowned hard, his mouth twisting up a little bit as he mulled over her question intently, shooting another momentary side glance at his partner before looking back at the housewife. "He sort of does, I guess but i-it hasn't been an issue since the first date," the scientist quickly retorted, recalling the first date as vividly as he could through the drunken haze he'd immersed himself in that night. "And he does show some remorse, although I think more for displeasing me than anything else..." Cyrus frenetically stared between the two, his face now overwhelmed with a ruddy hue and his fingers digging firmly into his thighs. "But that's a start-- right? I mean, plenty of people don't give a shit about how their partner feels, or about hurting them... So it's okay, yeah?" His eyebrows furrowed as the counselor continued to pry, Alti responding to the involuntary replaying of Night #1's more rage-inducing and confusing events by turning away from the two again. He kept his focus trained on the ground with sad eyes as his ears picked up the sounds of Cyrus trying to elaborate and defend his actions, his mind weaving the man's pained stutters into the previous bad memories in real-time without him asking it to. Scooping up the treat and holding it out in front of him, Alti leaned forward heavily and rested his elbows on his thighs as he waited for the other to cease speaking. "... Yeah." he mumbled. He sighed as he struggled to find something else to distract himself with, only a few random phrases from the other exasperated couples coming to mind. Something about apologies, something about childhood, something about orphans.... Ugh. |
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Post by cassiroll on Jun 22, 2016 20:45:31 GMT -6
He looked back up at the shouting man, a new found guilt brewing in his stomach. How much of that fight was I really in control..? He dug his fingers into his thigh as he looked down at the floor, a lump forming in his throat. He looked towards Vale, his heart pounding a million miles a minute. "I'm sorry, but....th-that wasn't me...." He muttered to the man. "I guess I... lost more control than I thought I had..." Amil stuttered. Albany cleared her throat, shaking her head slightly and turning away from Vale and Alraada, hoping the girl's response would prove to de-escalate the situation. "Amil, what do you mean you lost control?" He attention was turned back to him. "Do explain." "She's opening up to all of us," Albany retorted with no malice in her voice, "it takes strength to be honest. I'm proud that she's trying." She smiled a bit at the headless fighter, a bit of her motherly affection shining through. "And I'm happy that you opened up too, Aberdeen. If only a little. It's a start." "It is a start, that's true," Albany nodded in agreement before turning her gaze to Alti, who had only uttered a single word as a response to his partner's explanation. "Alti, how have your past relationships gone? Have there been other times where things like the first date fight have occurred? And are you normally an instigator to the violence or is it the other party? Self defense is a perfectly alright explanation, so long as it does not extend past protecting yourself. Please excuse me for asking, but..." She seemed hesitant before continuing, "You don't enjoy inflicting non-consensual pain, I hope?" "Take your time," Albany whispered. "You're doing well. You can take a break if you need one." Vale jumped slightly as his hand was taken, fully expecting to be yelled at again, as what seemed to be happening whenever he was honest. His slowly closed his hand around hers, "I wish I could feel this..." He muttered. He glanced up at her before releasing her hand and carefully reaching to wipe away a few tears from her cheek. "Please don't apologize...none of this has ever been your fault. You deserve so much better than this. We still have so much to learn about each other but I...I-I'm not the easiest person to be with. I know that." He looked back down, his hand falling into his lap. "You told me awhile ago to be myself. But being myself gets people hurt... A certain butler told me recently to be someone else. So I'll try that, for now. At least to make this more bearable for you. And when the experiment is over..." He clutched his knee tightly. "You'll be safe again." |
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Jun 22, 2016 21:02:52 GMT -6
"She's opening up to all of us," Albany retorted with no malice in her voice, "it takes strength to be honest. I'm proud that she's trying." She smiled a bit at the headless fighter, a bit of her motherly affection shining through. "And I'm happy that you opened up too, Aberdeen. If only a little. It's a start." Aberdeen's face lit up in a pink hue as they looked away from the group. "Yeah, sure, whatever." They huffed, frustrated. "I'm gonna start counting how many times you say 'Its a start.' I feel like you've said it, like, a thousand times now. How many 'starts' are we gonna have?" They muttered, trying to brush off the seriousness of therapy with stupid jokes or petty comments. "Therapy is a waste of time, its not gonna solve anything." They whispered to themself as they clutched their head tighter.
"I mean I lost control!!" He snapped with more malice than he intended. "I have a hard time controlling myself. I get emotional a lot. Sometimes when I get too emotional I..... forget things... and act without really KNOWING that I'm doing anything..." He swallowed hard as he avoided eye contact with anyone in the room. "Its a problem I've had since I was a kid. If I get to emotional.... sometimes its not even me who's in control...." Amil scratched the back of his head and looked back up, his cheeks flushing slightly. "U-uh... metaphorically speaking, that is." |
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Post by ChibiGissy on Jun 22, 2016 21:23:18 GMT -6
Maicy nodded. She waited for those that were speaking after she talked about her childhood. She took a deep breath.
"Continuing on with my reason..."
Maicy gripped her arms
"Now..... middle school on the other hand was definitely a huge factor. During the beginning, I was excited to learn and make friends.... and even help those in need. However, I was not in the right place to help as I kinda didn't know what I was doing.... But even still, that was no excuse with what everyone treating me like absolute shit." Maicy said with a bit of malice in her voice "I was betrayed, I was talked down, I was called a 'shitty helper' and..... a 'worthless shut-in'...... what was the final nail in the coffin for me is..... In eighth grade, I received a love letter for somebody I didn't know at the time. At that moment, I thought things were gonna look up despite everything. But.... it turns out that...... that love letter was prank for those that hated me..... and to top in all off, after I found out about that, I got poured by a bucket of expired milk from the ceiling. I was excruciatingly upset that I punched through the gym floor and just....ran off and cried in my bathtub for hours until my mother, who was busy with her job at the time, was asking about what was going on. It was because of that painful experience that I joined the company at age 14."
Maicy looked down.
"I really hated middle school. I never got a normal high school life because of it...."
Piami's eyes widen, realizing how awful Maicy's middle school life was.
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Post by LadyAurablade on Jun 24, 2016 1:05:55 GMT -6
"It is a start, that's true," Albany nodded in agreement before turning her gaze to Alti, who had only uttered a single word as a response to his partner's explanation. "Alti, how have your past relationships gone? Have there been other times where things like the first date fight have occurred? And are you normally an instigator to the violence or is it the other party? Self defense is a perfectly alright explanation, so long as it does not extend past protecting yourself. Please excuse me for asking, but..." She seemed hesitant before continuing, "You don't enjoy inflicting non-consensual pain, I hope?" Alti looked back up at the counselor, a mix of shock and genuine confusion now displaying itself on his features. Her questions were starting to get more and more personal and uncomfortable at an alarming rate, the man taking a moment to take it all in and wipe the flabbergasted expression off of his face before anyone could notice it. It wasn't necessarily the questions themselves that were the problem here. No way! Even thought he didn't exactly have any answers prepared to satisfy the invasive inquiries, he usually loved to share details about himself, no matter how extreme or grotesque. Brought him some pretty great reactions in the past, after all. No, it was the way they were asked that bothered him. Even though the woman made it clear that her position in this session was one of a completely neutral nature, he couldn't help but shake the feeling that he was being.... judged. And he didn't particularly like that. Heh, you make it sound like a bad thing.... Eyes narrowing, he looked Albany up and down before adjusting himself in his chair once more. This time, he leaned back, crossing his legs and hooking his arm behind the seat while the hand on the other arm held his cupcake a few inches away from his face between its index finger and thumb. A leisurely pose was what he was going for, although the deadpan look he shot at the scuffed-up housewife killed its authenticity while also simultaneously (and unintentionally) answering her question by initiating hostility first just by getting somewhat offended. Noticing how quickly "therapy" seemed to move on by "telling the truth" and "sharing", Alti sat on the questions for a few seconds, not breaking face during of them, before parting his lips to speak. After all, telling the truth wasn't hard, and wasn't it technically the right thing to do, anyway? His soulmate was supposed to find out more about him over time anyway, so no problem, right? Right? Sure. "I do." he said matter-of-factly, as if there were nothing wrong with the confession. "And I dunno what to tell you about my 'past relationships', honey. They tend to not last past a night." |
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Post by not u on Jun 24, 2016 3:06:18 GMT -6
"It is a start, that's true," Albany nodded in agreement before turning her gaze to Alti, who had only uttered a single word as a response to his partner's explanation. "Alti, how have your past relationships gone? Have there been other times where things like the first date fight have occurred? And are you normally an instigator to the violence or is it the other party? Self defense is a perfectly alright explanation, so long as it does not extend past protecting yourself. Please excuse me for asking, but..." She seemed hesitant before continuing, "You don't enjoy inflicting non-consensual pain, I hope?" "I do." he said matter-of-factly, as if there were nothing wrong with the confession. "And I dunno what to tell you about my 'past relationships', honey. They tend to not last past a night."  Cyrus was not even remotely surprised by Alti's answers, and had been bracing himself from the moment the 'counselor' dropped the question. From not knowing what a date was, to just observing his daily behavior, he was already mentally able to piece together those answers on his own. But despite that, he found himself overwhelmed with his partner's response. Was it the issue of hearing the words actually coming out of his mouth? Or was it just how nonchalantly he dropped that morsel of information, as if it had no bearing or consequence? Alti had promised after the debacle that was date number 1 that he wouldn't hurt him, and ever since that night he hadn't really gotten into any physical altercations, even when prompted like at the amusement park. Right? But with how carelessly he just dropped that confession, and just how uncomfortably similar it felt to another situation, he couldn't help the distressing doubts that started brewing in the back of his mind. The scientist solemnly glanced off to the side away from both the housewife and his partner, shifting uneasily in his seat. He didn't realize it just yet but his shoulders were tensed up tightly, as if in preparation for the next question and wave of disappointment and frustration. 'Not wanting to bring up old memories my ass. |
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Post by Emily on Jun 24, 2016 15:59:10 GMT -6
Vale jumped slightly as his hand was taken, fully expecting to be yelled at again, as what seemed to be happening whenever he was honest. His slowly closed his hand around hers, "I wish I could feel this..." He muttered. He glanced up at her before releasing her hand and carefully reaching to wipe away a few tears from her cheek. "Please don't apologize...none of this has ever been your fault. You deserve so much better than this. We still have so much to learn about each other but I...I-I'm not the easiest person to be with. I know that." He looked back down, his hand falling into his lap. "You told me awhile ago to be myself. But being myself gets people hurt... A certain butler told me recently to be someone else. So I'll try that, for now. At least to make this more bearable for you. And when the experiment is over..." He clutched his knee tightly. "You'll be safe again." Alraada sighed and gave a sad smile. and shook her head. "He was wrong, then. And I was wrong as well." she spoke. She placed her hand back into her lap, wondering if the gesture was too far. "Being someone else...now that's fucking dumb. Don't do that. You'll be unhappy all your life. But where I was wrong was saying to not ever change." She gestured to the people sitting around the table. "Everyone here. They all have places to improve and change and grow, you know? There's a difference between forcing change to the point where you're forcing yourself to be a new person, and accepting your flaws and learning how to fix 'em." Alraada pushed up her falling glasses. She wasn't used to the barely fitting eyewear that she had replaced with the pair she'd had since she was fifteen. "You've got tons of room to improve, I've got tons of room to improve, everyone does. I'm still not happy with the fountain throwing shit, and I shouldn't have intervened though, so I'm not gonna get mad at you like you aimed it at me, ok?" she said with a light smile. "So this may sound really sappy and dumb, but then again, I'm sappy and dumb. Let's try and tackle are flaws and stuff together, and learn to be the people we want to be, instead of lining out the perfect person to be for the other. I mean, we're supposed to be soulmates right? As much as you or I would like to deny it, that's what we are. So, we're meant to 'love' each other for ourselves, and teach each other to be better people." She laughed almost sadly and pressed her hand to her forehead. "God, I sound dumb." "Get over it." Galystris spoke plainly, sitting up from the back of her chair. She had shared some of the same experience. Minus the school part. She wasn't bullied, or able to go to a public school, but she did give her life away at an eighth grade age. "You are twenty, Maicy. It has been years. I have dealt with issues at the exact same age, but I don't let that follow me." Her plain yet nearly venomous tone emitted anger and almost jealously. She was covering up something she almost wanted to yell at Maicy. "Middle school was what, six years ago for you? You're kidding. It sounds like it was a terrible time, but letting it follow you will only weaken you even further."  "Call me insensitive, but you need to act your age." She wasn't guilty about her insensitivity, as she had a very strict definition of what was worth trauma and what wasn't. She has been told many times pain is subjective, but she never listened |
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Jun 24, 2016 17:36:47 GMT -6
"Get over it." Galystris spoke plainly, sitting up from the back of her chair. She had shared some of the same experience. Minus the school part. She wasn't bullied, or able to go to a public school, but she did give her life away at an eighth grade age. "You are twenty, Maicy. It has been years. I have dealt with issues at the exact same age, but I don't let that follow me." Her plain yet nearly venomous tone emitted anger and almost jealously. She was covering up something she almost wanted to yell at Maicy. "Middle school was what, six years ago for you? You're kidding. It sounds like it was a terrible time, but letting it follow you will only weaken you even further." "Call me insensitive, but you need to act your age." She wasn't guilty about her insensitivity, as she had a very strict definition of what was worth trauma and what wasn't. She has been told many times pain is subjective, but she never listened Aberdeen perked up at what Galystris said, the fighter being honestly shocked given this was the first time they'd heard her talk since therapy started. Or..... The first time since she'd joined the experiment if Aberdeen remembered correctly. Their aura faded into its red hue it seemed so fond of dawning as they turned to face the ice queen herself. "Galystris, its funny, I don't think Maicy asked for your opinion. Nor did I hear her say she was 'open for critisism.' So how about you shut your fucking mouth before I punch you in the fucking teeth." They snapped. "If you dealt with trauma and moved on from it, that's fine. Whoopty doo. But, believe it or not, some people have a harder time dealing with trauma than others. Not all of us could be born with the unnatural ability to feel absolutely nothing at all like you've been blessed with, so I suggest you keep your shitty opinion to yourself!" Aberdeen's head was bordering on black as their tirade continued, nearly wanting to throw their chair at the woman but managing to barely keep it together. "This makeshift therapy session is about opening up and getting help with the issues and trauma you've been facing! If you aren't gonna share and open up because you have the emotional capabilities of a corpse, then how about you shut the hell up so the people who NEED the help can get it. No one here is forcing you to talk, and quite frankly I don't think anyone here cares." They finally finished, their head nearly exploding like a geyser. |
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Post by ChibiGissy on Jun 24, 2016 18:49:07 GMT -6
"Get over it." Galystris spoke plainly, sitting up from the back of her chair. She had shared some of the same experience. Minus the school part. She wasn't bullied, or able to go to a public school, but she did give her life away at an eighth grade age. "You are twenty, Maicy. It has been years. I have dealt with issues at the exact same age, but I don't let that follow me." Her plain yet nearly venomous tone emitted anger and almost jealously. She was covering up something she almost wanted to yell at Maicy. "Middle school was what, six years ago for you? You're kidding. It sounds like it was a terrible time, but letting it follow you will only weaken you even further. Call me insensitive, but you need to act your age." Maicy heard what Galystris said. She....has a point. Maicy has been an emotional wreck the majority of her life "You're ri-" Maicy was about to say before Aberdeen spoken. "Galystris, its funny, I don't think Maicy asked for your opinion. Nor did I hear her say she was 'open for critisism.' So how about you shut your fucking mouth before I punch you in the fucking teeth." They snapped. "If you dealt with trauma and moved on from it, that's fine. Whoopty doo. But, believe it or not, some people have a harder time dealing with trauma than others. Not all of us could be born with the unnatural ability to feel absolutely nothing at all like you've been blessed with, so I suggest you keep your shitty opinion to yourself!" Aberdeen's head was bordering on black as their tirade continued, nearly wanting to throw their chair at the woman but managing to barely keep it together. "This makeshift therapy session is about opening up and getting help with the issues and trauma you've been facing! If you aren't gonna share and open up because you have the emotional capabilities of a corpse, then how about you shut the hell up so the people who NEED the help can get it. No one here is forcing you to talk, and quite frankly I don't think anyone here cares." They finally finished, their head nearly exploding like a geyser. Therapy is something Maicy needs. Alot. " Oh, for crying out loud!" Giaile snapped before pushing her glasses back up " Look, I did say to Maicy that she needed to act her age when she was blaming herself with at with what happened at Winsey Place between Aberdeen and Alti. Then again, I was more annoyed with who Miss Piami was with at the time." "But Maicy does need help." Piami spoken up. "I.....I, uh.." Maicy stuttered Maicy couldn't be able to speak up. Her mind is all over the place. |
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Post by Emily on Jun 24, 2016 20:03:46 GMT -6
Galystris gave a low laugh. "Hmmm? Have I made you angry?" She said with a smirk. Her disregard for Aberdeen had been quite apparent. "I have spoken with maicy about how to feel better before you know. After a fight that you got into, which left her in tears. So who are you to talk to me about rudeness to Maicy? Neglecting someone you care oh-so-much about is worse then giving them the truth they need to survive in a cut-throat world such as this one. And I understand my opinion wasn't directly asked for. I'd assumed group therapy was about talking about your feelings and offering advice. And that's what I have. Advice. If you have never been told to "get over it" before, then I feel very sorry for you. I must tell you, pity is for the weak. Wallowing in your issues does absolutely nothing, and pity only encourages that behavior. So get over your issues yourself, or you will be left behind. She waved her hand dismissively, leaning back in her chair. "And indeed it is a blessing to not feel like you do. I've noticed for some people it is hard to not yell like idiots." Galystris didn't bother to suppress the condescending smile on her face. Their actions were that of a child's to her. "And trauma? I've said nothing about that. That's simply some implication I didn't make that you're picking up on." She continued to sit nonchalantly, now looking towards Aberdeen. "It's funny how you care now. So I'd rather you not talk to me about coddling your soulmate when you yourself don't even do that successfully. Maybe next time, don't leave the job of making your soulmate feel better to the high functioning sociopath" She let out another laugh watching the intensity of the other's head. "And threaten to hit me all you want, you controlled, intelligent, kind person you. I'm waiting." She looked over at maicy, who couldn't bring herself to speak. Pathetic. Galystris didn't understand people who didn't handle themselves the way she did. She didn't care for Gialle's words either. Someone said the same thing as her? Cool. She didn't really care. (( MonkeyandMooseInc and ChibiGissy)) |
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Jun 24, 2016 21:55:35 GMT -6
Galystris gave a low laugh. "Hmmm? Have I made you angry?" She said with a smirk. Her disregard for Aberdeen had been quite apparent. "I have spoken with maicy about how to feel better before you know. After a fight that you got into, which left her in tears. So who are you to talk to me about rudeness to Maicy? Neglecting someone you care oh-so-much about is worse then giving them the truth they need to survive in a cut-throat world such as this one. And I understand my opinion wasn't directly asked for. I'd assumed group therapy was about talking about your feelings and offering advice. And that's what I have. Advice. If you have never been told to "get over it" before, then I feel very sorry for you. I must tell you, pity is for the weak. Wallowing in your issues does absolutely nothing, and pity only encourages that behavior. So get over your issues yourself, or you will be left behind. She waved her hand dismissively, leaning back in her chair. "And indeed it is a blessing to not feel like you do. I've noticed for some people it is hard to not yell like idiots." Galystris didn't bother to suppress the condescending smile on her face. Their actions were that of a child's to her. "And trauma? I've said nothing about that. That's simply some implication I didn't make that you're picking up on." She continued to sit nonchalantly, now looking towards Aberdeen. "It's funny how you care now. So I'd rather you not talk to me about coddling your soulmate when you yourself don't even do that successfully. Maybe next time, don't leave the job of making your soulmate feel better to the high functioning sociopath" She let out another laugh watching the intensity of the other's head. "And threaten to hit me all you want, you controlled, intelligent, kind person you. I'm waiting." She looked over at maicy, who couldn't bring herself to speak. Pathetic. Galystris didn't understand people who didn't handle themselves the way she did. She didn't care for Gialle's words either. Someone said the same thing as her? Cool. She didn't really care. Aberdeen yawned overdramatically throughout most of Galystris' shots at them, playing the nonchalant card just as well as the soldier had, despite their head tipping into the black territory. When she finally finished talking, Aberdeen formed their head and looked at her, forming a red smile in the blackened fog. "First off, I'm not threatening you, Galystris. I'm promising you. I can GUARANTEE you that I have fought people way tougher than you, so if you think your all high and mighty, I'd be glad to knock you down a couple pegs." They spoke in a chilling tone They let their head evaporate as they continued. "If the girl needs help, they need help. Your 'advice' is as insignificant as you've been throughout this entire experiment, hell I'm willing to bet as insignificant as you've been your entire life." Aberdeen shrugged. "Bet you feel reeeeeeeeeal tough and intelligent taking shots at me and my relationship. I'm not even gonna bother denying it. I have stuff to work on, and I'm willing to improve. You on the other hand, oooooooooooh boy do I feel sorry for Piami, who I'd like to point out has been agreeing with me that Maicy needs help." They glanced over at the soldier. "If you have a problem with me, I'd be absolutely delighted to tackle the issue head on. But leave Maicy out of it. Bottom line is you aren't qualified to help Maicy or anyone here with their problems. You aren't the therapist, Albany is. She knows how to help people, you don't." They chimed. "I'm defending my soulmate now, and that's what matters. That date was over a week ago, I barely knew Maicy. I still barely do. But I'm gonna learn what I have to. Maicy and I have been doing just fine, and I plan to keep it that way, end of story." Aberdeen chuckled. "I'd go back to brooding in the background if I were you. You aren't pretty enough to pull off an attitude, sweetie, especially not when you look like a off brand Two-Face. You're just making an ass out of yourself." |
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At least your head was like that when you were born! You didn't have to have it hacked from your sockets with a fucking ax!!!" He gripped the empty shoulder where his arm should have been. "Like you'd even have let me get close to you to say something! You're all fucking terrified of me! Hell, my own damn mother's always been terrified of me! I'm terrified of me!"
At least your head was like that when you were born! You didn't have to have it hacked from your sockets with a fucking ax!!!" He gripped the empty shoulder where his arm should have been. "Like you'd even have let me get close to you to say something! You're all fucking terrified of me! Hell, my own damn mother's always been terrified of me! I'm terrified of me!"
