they keep her sane, the (bellsandneedles) wrote in carpediem_rp, @ 2015-11-19 20:34:00 |
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Current music: | Elle King - where the devil don't go |
Preacher man won't cut no slack
Who: Kin and Hannibal
Where: His office
When: 11/10 After classes
Warning: TBD. Probably language warnings and descriptors of violence?
Status: Closed // In Progress
Memories of school counselors and government mandated therapy brewed close to the surface as Kin sat in a chair in the Psychologist's office. An alcoholic father, a habit of running away from foster homes and threatening fellow students was a quick ticket to weekly sessions with stodgy people who wore fake smiles and were full of platitudes and prescriptions for her.
This guy didn't look like any of them. He didn't smell like potpourri, no fake smile of understanding on his face or a look that said he didn't really wanna be there. Really he didn't wear much of an expression at all, which suited her fine. She resented being there at all, but this was part of her punishment for the fight along with detention. They thought that by doing this they could fix her. It was laughable. If she hadn't been in such a good mood since said fight she would have refused to go, but her mood was still light, riding the way she had hurt Bucky with blade and words like a drug.
Eyes shifted to him, expecting no more from a Psychologist in a magic school than from any other she had met. Face already bored, though mildly curious.