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Macy Jones (girlmidas) wrote in genome_project,
@ 2011-05-12 15:21:00

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macy jones, may 2011

Who: Macy and George
What: therapy session numero uno
When: backdated to a few weeks ago when she made the appt.
Where: his office
Rated: TBD

Macy folded her hands in her lap. She was making a conscious effort not to touch anything. Her apartment was really starting to sparkle with all the gold laying around. It was no mystery that her control was getting worse, but she didn't want to make it obvious in a therapy office. No one but Noah, her father and Lexie knew about her 'condition' and she wanted to keep it that way, at least until she built up some kind of trust for Dr. Anderson. He seemed nice enough from his emails, though, so she figured it wouldn't be that hard.

The waiting area was quiet, and the secretary kept looking up to smile at her. It was making Macy very uncomfortable, despite the fact that she never really got uncomfortable. Needless to say, she was glad when she was called to sit in his office. Pushing out of the chair she was sitting in, she headed towards George's office door and stepped in quietly.

"Hello," she said, almost tentatively.

[ooc: I can change the details, if you want. Wasn't really sure what to write or how his office runs.]

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psychoanalytic
2011-05-15 01:41 am UTC (link)

[ooc: This is perfect. Thank you for putting it up. :)]

George was the type of person who paid meticulous attention to detail. Perfectionism didn't even come close to describing his personality. He was down right obsessive. Before attending to a patient, he would review any and all notes he had taken beforehand. In Macy's case, he had tried to look over her journal entries as well as Noah Riley's journal entries. If there was any clue as to what exactly happened to Miss Jones on that fateful day, George wanted to make a note of it.

He was a punctual man too. Once he finished his preparations for their session, he called for her and hoped she hadn't been waiting for too long. George's preparations were also mental preparations. He had to prepare himself mentally for everything. Anything could go wrong or a different way than he had planned. That was why he tried to open his mind before his sessions so that he could take in as much as he could and deal with situations properly as they occurred. He was trained to spot moments of escalating emotions too and knew how to handle those when they arose as well.

Once Macy Jones was in his office, George stood and adjusted his tie by flattening it down against his chest. Damn thing flopped all over the place like a fish on a hook. He smiled at her kindly though still in a professional manner and walked around his desk to greet her with a handshake. "Miss Jones," he began in his typical respectful tone that was not at all loud though anything but a whisper. "Thank you for coming to see me. You already know this but I am Dr. George Anderson, and I am glad to help you with whatever you need."

He took a slight step back and to the side once his greeting was over so that she could get a good sense of the space in his office. It was a comfortable office with the air conditioner set at exactly George's preference. There was a steel-like motif going on with the furniture, which consisted of his desk and two metal chairs in front of it. Toward the back was a moderately casual leather couch with feathery throw pillows and an arm chair that could have been just as easily found in front of a fireplace in someone's living room. The paintings on the walls were also hand-picked by George. They were soothing and not at all elaborate.

"Please, have a seat wherever you'd like. Did you have any trouble finding us or parking?"

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girlmidas
2011-05-15 04:04 am UTC (link)

Macy had never met him before, but George seemed nice enough to her. She found it very gentlemanly the way he stood to greet her and shake her hand. It was a firm shake, too, she noted-- one that seemed very professional and exactly what you'd expect from someone like him.

His office was nicely decorated. It wasn't something she normally would have thought a therapist's office would look like. Though, when she thought about it, she wasn't really sure what a therapists office was supposed to look like. She took a seat in one of the metal chairs in front of his desk and glanced at the pictures on the wall. After a moment, she turned her attention back to George.

"No. No trouble parking, or finding you," she said with a smile and a shake of her head. The island wasn't that big, after all. And Macy didn't drive-- she didn't need a hunk of gold shaped like a car to attract any attention.

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I never got this notif. I'm so sorry. :(

psychoanalytic
2011-06-13 12:34 am UTC (link)

George waited for her to take a seat before walking back around his desk and taking his own seat there. Where a person went to sit down was very telling, especially in an office like this. She could have gone to sit at the couch or the arm chair, but instead, she chose to sit in front of his desk as if she was coming for a job interview or a meeting. This meant that she was a respectful person and exuded a professional, mature attitude when in the presence of an older adult.

Another thing George noticed was that she didn't seem like the type to like confrontation of any kind. He knew very well she didn't drive, yet when asked, she neither denied nor confirmed that she didn't own a car. It also meant he would likely have to work a bit to get the whole truth out of her if she was just going to be giving him simple answers. It was fine though. He appreciated the fact that she was here. It was a lot better than getting bitched at by an immature brat that could have easily said 'no' and been done with it.

"Excellent," he said, tidying up some papers on his desk and setting them aside. He folded his hands and placed them on his desk, leaning forward to speak to her. "I'm going to first explain to you what we're going to do today. Don't worry. I'm not going to give you the SATs or anything. And if you decide you would like to return, I will explain what we will work on when you return. For now, I would just like for you to know that if you feel thirsty or hungry, we have water and snacks outside. You are more than welcomed to them. Also, should you feel the need to walk around as you talk or sit more comfortably on the couch or in the chair over there, you can do that as well at any time."

He smiled at her before continuing. "Everything you say here to me, I repeat to no one. Unless you specifically designate a person I can speak to about this, what is said in this room stays in this room. The purpose of this is for me to help you. At times, I may ask you questions that you may perhaps have a hard time answering. Just remember that I don't ask these questions for my own personal gain. I ask them because they are going to help you. You may also choose not to answer them if you are not comfortable. My intention is not to put you on the spot. And yes, I take notes. Lots of notes. Don't let that get you nervous.

Do you have any questions?"

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