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Post by Rose Doyle on Jul 11, 2011 12:51:40 GMT -5
Rose sat, her long, curly hair down in its waves, reading a book in the courtyard. It was one of her favorites, an exciting adventure/romance, and Rose enjoyed every bit of it. It helped her forget about this horrid place, if only for a moment.
Deep in this book, Rose Doyle didn't have to think of her aunt and uncle who had whisked her away from her life to come here all because she'd snuck a boy in the house. Well big effin' deal. It wasn't as if countless amounts of teenagers hadn't done that before.
...Then again, they did have a pretty sound reason. See, Rose was sexual, very sexual. She couldn't manage living without having had sex at least once. Her aunt and uncle had thought that to be something horrid, something not acceptable, and that was why she was at the "Reflection Ranch". To fix her so-called problem.
God, this whole thing was ridiculous. And to top it off, she wasn't even allowed to do anything at this stupid ranch. The most freedom she had was horseback riding, and that wasn't even much. Especially since it was one of those mandatory things that everyone had to do.
...Man, she could really use a boy's company right about now. To help relieve all this built up tension. And that's also why this book was about to be her favorite in the series: her two favorite characters were about to do one of the things she loved most in the world. |
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Post by Dr. Sean Webber on Jul 12, 2011 18:00:37 GMT -5
Sean didn't want to eat lunch alone, but he didn't want to eat lunch with people he didn't know, which was pretty much everyone here. So he resolved that problem by not eating lunch during his lunch break. He would wait until between patients and sneak a few bites here and there. That did make for something of a long lunch break, though, with not much too do. He was slightly embarrassed by his antisocial behavior; this is the sort of thing that would worry him in a patient. He knew he should make an active attempt at making friends among the staff. But he had decided to give himself time. He was friendly enough, but making friends wasn't exactly his strong point. When he was younger, he hadn't wanted classmates to come to his house and risk meeting his mother in one of her low moods, so he had kept to himself, mostly. He had finally learned to make friends in college, without that worry, but now he felt like he was back at square one.
He headed for staff lounge. He needed to make friends. There was no way he'd enjoy working at Allen entirely alone. He needed to meet his colleagues. He needed to be social. He'd be happier with friends. He kept telling himself this as he entered the lounge. But then he looked around and saw the groups of faculty members, absorbed in their conversations over lunch. He couldn't bring himself to interrupt anything. Or maybe that was just his excuse. He shrugged, figuring he could try again tomorrow, and left the room. As he strolled down the hallway, he passed a window to the courtyard. Through it, he saw a solitary girl reading a book. She looked like a student, but he hadn't met her yet. Maybe that was a good way to start.
He entered the courtyard through the nearest door. The sun beat down on the stone path, and he shielded his eyes against the light as he made his way towards her. "Hello!" he said. It felt good to initiate contact, something he hadn't done enough in his past few days here. "How are you today?" It wasn't exactly the coolest introduction, but he had to start somewhere.
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Post by Rose Doyle on Jul 13, 2011 9:45:46 GMT -5
Rose had been sucked into her novel. Completely. Not that that was a bad thing. She had been waiting for this to happen for a while. She knew that if she got sucked into the book, she wouldn't have to worry about what was going on around her or the fact that she wasn't where she wanted to be. Now she was absorbed in the storyline.
Even though she had read this book before, she couldn't exactly recall how it ended. And as she got thrown further and further into the plot, she started to speculate who could have caused the mess the characters were in and what was going to happen next.
On top of this novel being a romance/adventure, it was also a thriller and there was a killer hiding somewhere in the characters' camp. Whoever this person was, they were very elusive and Rose could almost feel that her favorite couple - who were ironically doing the very thing that had got her cooped up in the Reflection Ranch - were about to be attacked. There was a crash, the lights went out, and the girl tiptoed her way downstairs, baseball bat in hand. And then...
Someone shouted at Rose, causing her to jump almost five feet into the air. That was another thing about getting absorbed into a novel - Rose had no perception whatsoever of what was going on around her. And, well, she hadn't been expecting to be interrupted. She accidentally dropped her book onto the floor next to the table she was sitting at as she threw her hands in the air.
Rose mumbled a curse, putting her elbows on the table and bowing her head, her hands placed on her forehead. She tried to calm her breathing, slow down her heartrate. Good job, Rose, she chastized. One person makes a noise and you just about die with fright. Who had made that loud a sound anyway?
She bent over to retrieve her book from the floor as she heard the person continue. In a male voice. Rose sat straight up in her chair immediately, placing her the paperback novel on the table. It was a male voice. A doctor's. And he seemed...new. Rose couldn't recall having seen him here before.
"Oh, hi," she said with a smile. Oh, this was going to be good.
NOTE: Thought it would be worth mentioning that it only sounded like he was shouting because her mind was elsewhere. |
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Post by Dr. Sean Webber on Jul 15, 2011 14:31:34 GMT -5
At the sound of his voice, the girl jumped and dropped her book. She threw her hands in the air. Sean was taken aback by her reaction. He wondered briefly if she had an anxiety problem. He decided to look in her file later; now wasn't the time to try to diagnose her. Now was the time to build a relationship, to get her to trust him, to get to know her a little bit. He knew he should leave the doctor-y stuff for in the sessions with her. For now, he figured she had just been engrossed in the book, and he had interrupted her. "I'm sorry," he said quietly. "I hadn't meant to startle you."
As he walked closer, he got a better look at her. She was thin, with long arms and legs. She was well-dressed, if a little scantily. She had a mane of black hair and big eyes rimmed with thick black makeup. She looked up at him from beneath thick, dark eyelashes. "Oh, hi." She smiled, and he felt his shoulders relax. It was good to know he had found someone friendly. It was difficult to tell with the students here, and he had had a few bad reactions to simple introductions. This, of course, only made him more interested in them; he looked forward to his sessions with them. But it was something of a relief to find someone – even if just a student – who looked interested in having a conversation.
"Mind if I sit?" he asked her. It occurred to him that he was much more comfortable with this student than he had been when he met other teachers and doctors. Sometimes, it was easier to talk to his patients than to his peers. He didn't have to talk about himself at all; most of the patients didn't judge him when they met him; and he was more in control of the conversation, though he did let them guide it most of the time. And he a little more practice. He turned his thoughts back to the girl. "I'm Dr. Webber," he said, smiling back.
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Post by Rose Doyle on Jul 16, 2011 15:35:44 GMT -5
Rose's eyes flickered over his features. Brown hair, nicely chisled cheekbones, fairly good height. He was just her type: good-looking. She hadn't seen a doctor who looked as good as he did in a while, and it was quite refreshing to say the least. She barely registered his apology for startling her, lost in her own - mostly innappropriate - daydreams. "It's not a problem," she managed to say smoothly.
That was good - stuttering over words usually didn't attract the type of men she wanted. Normally, the men who liked a girls' stutter were the type to like cute, innocent girls - the type of girl Rose definitely was not. Besides, it was easier to nab a good man when you knew how to play the game properly. Messing up your speech could ruin your game. And Rose had a lot of game. She was just glad that she hadn't lost it from being sent to this stupid ranch.
"Mind if I sit?" he asked, bringing her back to the matter at hand.
"Of course not," she said as casually as she could without giving too much away. She was sure that if she didn't wrap him in her web, he'd take a hint and tell her to back off. That is, if he hadn't already read her file. If he had, then she was most definitely sunk. She decided mentally to keep doing what she was doing until it was 100% certain that he'd read her file. Rose needed some fun.
"I'm Rose," she said with a sly smile. "It's nice to meet you." While she thought about what to say next, a thought occurred to her: why had he come up to talk with her in the first place? I mean, since when do staff talk to patients so casually anyway?
Well, whatever the reason, she wasn't going to completely throw away a chance to get laid at this ranch. Rose wasn't stupid. "So, you're a doctor? I haven't seen you around before..." She'd ask him more questions, tell him about herself, get him comfortable. She wondered if he was irking for some fun himself. Maybe that was why he was out here instead of with his fellow staff. |
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Post by Dr. Sean Webber on Jul 16, 2011 22:05:29 GMT -5
"It's not a problem," the girl said in an even, graceful tone. She invited him to sit, and he slid onto the bench across the table from her. "I'm Rose," she said, flashing a set of perfect white teeth at him in a smile. Rose was a fitting name for her; she was rather attractive and seemed sweet, like the flower. He wondered if she had thorns. He hadn't read any of the files, preferring the idea of getting to know the students on his own, so he didn't yet know anything about her.
"It's nice to meet you, too, Rose," Sean said, smiling back. He was again grateful for the warm welcome she had given him. He knew it must have seemed strange for a doctor to approach a student for a friendly conversation, but it made him feel much better to have conversations – true ones, without alternate agendas – with students outside of the sessions. With anyone, really. Many conversations at the ranch seemed to be trying to get somewhere. He just needed some straight-up social interaction; he had been lonely during his first week. The staff still slightly intimated him, and he felt more comfortable around the students. In a way, it was ironic. He was raised by an abusive and suicidal bipolar woman, and he preferred to spend his time with the mentally ill. He almost wanted to laugh at that thought.
"So, you're a doctor? I haven't seen you around before..." she said. "I'm new here," he explained. "So I'm just trying to get to know some of the students." He smiled, then turned to the book she had dropped when he startled her. "What are you reading?" It was an attempt to start the conversation flowing, but he also believed that what Rose chose to read might tell him something about her. Sorry, a little short. It's a little past my bedtime. :] |
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Post by Rose Doyle on Jul 17, 2011 19:37:03 GMT -5
As he slid into the seat across from her, Rose leaned forward, her hands clasped underneath her chin. Up close, he was even more attractive - just an added bonus in her favor. And by the way he smiled - it seemed he was relieved and a little nervous in a way - only made this more fun. This Dr. Webber seemed completely unaware of Rose's track record. Good.
"I'm new here," he told her. Rose raised her eyebrows, trying to stop herself from smiling too widely. That might give him a tip-off that something was amiss and she wanted this to go perfectly. She needed this to go perfectly. Rose didn't know when she'd get another open chance like this again, but had a feeling it wouldn't be anytime too soon.
"Is that so?" she asked calmly. So he wanted to get to know her? If that's what he wanted, Rose was certain to get to know him as well. She and Dr. Webber could get very close. She took a breath, hoping he didn't notice her feeble attempts to calm herself down. Damn it, Rose, she chided. Stop acting lke you've never done this before. The last thing Rose needed was to be so rusty at this that he caught onto her act before she had him hooked.
"What are you reading?"
"Uh..." Rose had forgotten about the book for a moment, what with being put so suddenly on as predator. She glanced at the paperback, suddenly glad it wasn't a complete smut book. What would he have thought of that? Well, she could've always played the innocent it's-a-guilty-pleasure role.
"You mean this?" Rose picked up the novel. "Just a little bit of light reading. It's called All the Kings. It's basically a bunch of intertwined stories of the kings of this magical world," she explained. "Do you like to read?"
Step one in making your prey feel comfortable: share things. Likes, dislikes, laughter - the more you share, the more comfortable they are and the easier it is to get them where you want them. So maybe Rose was a little bit rusty, but she hadn't forgotten the rules of the game. And this was a game Rose had been born to play.
NOTE: No problem. Totally made up the book, btw. And I wasn't expecting Rose to be such a manipulative bitch. XD |
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Post by Dr. Sean Webber on Jul 18, 2011 10:26:08 GMT -5
When he told her he was knew, Rose raised her perfectly shaped eyebrows. It looked like she put effort into her appearance; her makeup was flawless, from what he could tell (which wasn't much). She had full lips, a slightly pointed nose, and high cheekbones. She had a poised, calm presence, as if she was in command of everything that was going on around her, even after she had jumped a foot in the air when he interrupted her reading. She looked like she might be difficult to get to open up; like she might have a shell she had worked hard to construct; like she might not be willing to grant him access.
When he asked her what she was reading, she held the book and looked at it. "Just a little bit of light reading," she said dismissively. She explained it to him, and then asked, "Do you like to read?" He nodded. "I do," he said. But usually not fantasy stories. Although, he had to admit to himself he had a soft spot for the Harry Potter series, even if he was on the older end of the Harry Potter generation. "Mostly classics, contemporary, and nonfiction, though." He paused for a second, looking thoughtfully at her book. "I'm a fan of Hemingway, McCarthy, Salinger, and others. And actually, Jonathon Safran Foer is really cool, but he's not exactly 'classic.' He's pretty modern."
He felt, for one of the few times this week, completely at ease. She was easy to talk to, even if it was just small talk. And this was the perfect way to get her to open up. They would chat, get to know each other, loosen up a bit. Hopefully then, in their sessions, Rose would feel comfortable sharing her thoughts and feelings with him. He knew it was important to have a professional relationship with him patients, but he also believed that friendliness was the key to trust, and trust was crucial if he was going to help Rose. He believed that a doctor could be friendly and professional, that they weren't mutually exclusive. He hoped this would work with Rose. |
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Post by Rose Doyle on Jul 23, 2011 15:24:36 GMT -5
Rose kept her face and body relaxed, even though she was just itching for him to get the hint and take her right then and there. She fidgeted a little bit in her seat, yelling at herself inside her mind to stop being ridiculous because good things always come to those who wait. Besides, it wasn't like she didn't want to get to know the fellow before she made her move. She wasn't just some stupid slut that everyone seemed to think she was.
She nodded her head as he listed off the different genres he liked to read. Rose herself wasn't very big on anything that wasn't fiction. She couldn't stomach reading a book that didn't take her to another world altogether. That was the point of reading, wasn't it? To let yourself escape. That's all Rose ever really wanted was to escape. That was probably where her "sexual deviancy" as they liked to call it came from.
Rose laughed, her mouth opening a bit to reveal shining white teeth. Some girls would kill for a smile like hers and Rose had worked hard to keep her teeth in perfect condition. She'd only ever had two cavities and had never had to get braces. She pinned that all down to luck and skill, some things many other girls just didn't possess.
"To be honest," she said, "I don't read much else aside from fantasy. I just like books that take you to a totally different place, you know?" The fact that they didn't seem to share taste in books didn't deter her. Rose would just slyly change the subject onto something they could both enjoy. She wouldn't mind listening to him talk about his profession...he had a voice she could listen to for hours, after all.
"What's it like, being a doctor?" she asked. "I mean, I was considering possibly persuing the career myself and I was wondering what it was like." Okay, so that wasn't a complete lie. Rose didn't exactly have plans for her future - aside from the "become someone's sugar baby" plan, but that probably wasn't going to work out the way she'd wanted anymore anyway. Hey, if she got laid and decided to go for medical school, everyone won. Her aunt and uncle would be proud and, well, she'd get laid. |
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Post by Dr. Sean Webber on Jul 25, 2011 21:41:59 GMT -5
"I don't read much else aside from fantasy," she said. "I just like books that take you to a totally different place, you know?" He nodded, fighting the urge to over-analyze her comment (did she avoid reality?). He kept his expression still: interested, even intrigued, but not too interested. He had to save that for inside the office. There had to be boundaries for therapy. Right now wasn't about therapy; it was getting to know a new friend. He hesitated to think of a patient as a friend, but he also wanted to built a relationship to make therapy easier. It was about trust, right?
Then she threw a curveball, asking him a question. "What's it like, being a doctor?" He wasn't used to talking about himself, especially with patients. Rose explained that she was interested in medicine. Sean sat quietly for a minute, looking away from her and at the flowers overflowing from the gardens in the courtyard. He wasn't sure he knew the answer to that question. It was very broad, to begin with, and totally subjective to boot.
"I, uh – I haven't had much experience, really," he admitted. "But so far, it's... it's difficult, but rewarding. It really makes me think, which I like. It's kind of annoying, though, when people keeping trying to come to you for diagnoses for random ailments." He laughed softly. In college, his roommate had complained any time he wasn't feeling well, always asking Sean to give a name to his complaints. "And it's amazing to have the tools to help people." He wondered how his life would be different if his mother had seen a doctor about her moods. He probably wouldn't be one himself. He wasn't sure what he'd be doing, but he knew things would have turned out differently.
Sean glanced at his watch. He was somewhat surprised to see that his lunch hour was drawing to a close. "I have to go," he said, looking back at Rose. "It was very nice to meet you, and I enjoyed talking with you. I'll see you soon!" He was very interested in their first session. Rose seemed to be completely together, and he couldn't help but be curious about why she was here. He straightened his tie and brushed off his pants. Then he smiled and nodded at her before turning to go.
I like how they both feel like they're playing their own game. ;D Also, is it okay that I basically began to end the thread? I think that it'd be cool to have a therapy thread next.  |
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