Tuesday - 10/23/07 Who: Cissy and Aden When: Afternoon Where: Aden's office What:Cissy has been listening to The Deftones too much and needs to take a break from writing.
Cissy realized one thing. She probably really did need some psychiatric help. But she would never go to a Grey to get it. So even though she probably should see some sort of therapist and actually talk about her issues, which there were many, she wouldn't be doing so here at TJS as long as Aden Grey was the resident head shrinker. She had heard enough about his family to be wary of letting him in on any of her little secrets. But that didn't mean that she couldn't at least stop by and see if the man was, at the very least, entertaining. She needed a break from writing, after all. Her brain felt like it was going to explode and her hand like it was going to fall off from exhaustion!
Hair down and in waves, dressed in a simple black spaghetti strap tank top and a pair of dark wash jeans that hugged her curves, she popped a bright red lollipop into her mouth just as she grabbed the keys to her dorm and headed towards the building that housed all of the faculty offices, the heels of her Jimmy Choos clicking against the tile as she walked.
The only one she had ever visited was Ric's, though she should probably make an effort to change that considering she was supposed to be learning things here. Really the only thing she wanted to learn was how to inhibit her abilities, not how to use them. She had no desire to learn how to do any of that even still. She kept telling herself that maybe that would change, but she pretty much had her mind set. And when Cissy made up her mind on something, it was nearly impossible to change it.
It took her a few minutes to actually find his office, noting how much nicer and newer this building was than the one where the students were housed, but at last she found herself outside of his closed door. A delicate hand reached up to rap upon the wood before she positioned herself carefully with a hand upon her hip, the other twirling a strand of hair, the red of the lollipop barely seen peeking out from between her glossed lips.