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Who: Alpha and Katurian
Where:NOHoPE
When: February 20th; afternoon
Warnings: Alpha? None so far.
Summary: Alpha just has to reunite with his city obsession.
Format: Para/quick-para
"He has been making some progress," Dr. Nadia Verma informed, offering over a few papers -- notes, transcripts, anything to aid in the understanding of her patient.
Alpha accepted them, feigning interest in this young man -- Katurian K. Katurian -- who he knew better than anyone could ever claim to. Dr. Mark Maudsley (who was the personality of the evening), however, was fully interested in what he received, "Although this case is most unusual, I have dealt with..."
"--I know," she interrupted, and then immediately cleared her throat -- looking down in a nearly sheepish manner, "I mean, your paperwork. I read it."
Mark looked at her for a moment, the corner of his lips quirking, "Then you realize he's in good hands. You know some people view their job as a puzzle...one in which the pieces are lost and it's left up to games of discovery, questions, and guessing to make their diagnosis. But to be honest, I don't believe in this approach. If you want to understand -- truly understand -- you have to find a way to really get inside their mind. Because it is only from the inside that you can unlock a person's true potential."
Dr. Verma was left speechless, staring at the man in wonder -- perhaps doing her own psychological read.
Alpha took his card, threw a glance over his shoulder, and with the most charming smile he could muster, spoke the words, "Have dinner with me sometime."
And with that he left her -- entered the room of unfamiliarity yet familiarity all the same. Because there was Katurian. Beautifully tragic Katurian. Alpha wanted to run to him, he wanted to sweep him up in his arms and with those same arms strangle the life out of him. He wanted this so badly because how dare the writer betray him. How dare the writer think he had the right to come into his life, affect him in ways Alpha couldn't even fathom, and then exit it as though their encounters had meant nothing. How could this one, insignificant human being hold so much sway?
But he kept this inner turmoil from his face quite successfully, speaking with a distance from the situation -- an outsider looking in and just trying to break the already broken ice that formed over their entire past together, "Katurian K. Katurian?" Alpha rustled through papers, checking and re-checking and triple-checking things before he spoke his next string of words to the patient. "I'm Dr. Mark Maudsley. I will be sitting in with you today."
Where:NOHoPE
When: February 20th; afternoon
Warnings: Alpha? None so far.
Summary: Alpha just has to reunite with his city obsession.
Format: Para/quick-para
"He has been making some progress," Dr. Nadia Verma informed, offering over a few papers -- notes, transcripts, anything to aid in the understanding of her patient.
Alpha accepted them, feigning interest in this young man -- Katurian K. Katurian -- who he knew better than anyone could ever claim to. Dr. Mark Maudsley (who was the personality of the evening), however, was fully interested in what he received, "Although this case is most unusual, I have dealt with..."
"--I know," she interrupted, and then immediately cleared her throat -- looking down in a nearly sheepish manner, "I mean, your paperwork. I read it."
Mark looked at her for a moment, the corner of his lips quirking, "Then you realize he's in good hands. You know some people view their job as a puzzle...one in which the pieces are lost and it's left up to games of discovery, questions, and guessing to make their diagnosis. But to be honest, I don't believe in this approach. If you want to understand -- truly understand -- you have to find a way to really get inside their mind. Because it is only from the inside that you can unlock a person's true potential."
Dr. Verma was left speechless, staring at the man in wonder -- perhaps doing her own psychological read.
Alpha took his card, threw a glance over his shoulder, and with the most charming smile he could muster, spoke the words, "Have dinner with me sometime."
And with that he left her -- entered the room of unfamiliarity yet familiarity all the same. Because there was Katurian. Beautifully tragic Katurian. Alpha wanted to run to him, he wanted to sweep him up in his arms and with those same arms strangle the life out of him. He wanted this so badly because how dare the writer betray him. How dare the writer think he had the right to come into his life, affect him in ways Alpha couldn't even fathom, and then exit it as though their encounters had meant nothing. How could this one, insignificant human being hold so much sway?
But he kept this inner turmoil from his face quite successfully, speaking with a distance from the situation -- an outsider looking in and just trying to break the already broken ice that formed over their entire past together, "Katurian K. Katurian?" Alpha rustled through papers, checking and re-checking and triple-checking things before he spoke his next string of words to the patient. "I'm Dr. Mark Maudsley. I will be sitting in with you today."