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Title: Madness at it's Best
Characters: Vincent, Noriko, Dilandau, open
Location: Vincent's office
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Vincent's first night as a therapist
Day/Time: 73,evening
Paperwork. Files, reports. Vincent was more then busy and he had a few patients who wanted to see him tonight. While it was inconvenient for him, he couldn't complain all that much. He was finally doing something, and he wasn't bored out of his skull. He didn't have to read to keep himself sane anymore. It was a nice change.
He had already gone to see Hisoka, who he'd had to try with harder then he'd desired. He would have to check and see about setting up some form of Archery for the boy-if he even showed up again. Either way, it didn't bother Vincent. He didn't have to care to be able to help these people, and if they didn't care for the help then why should he?
The brunette sighed and leaned back in his chair, pushing up his glasses. Any minute now, Noriko or Dilandau would show up. From what little was spoken, Vincent didn't quite know what to expect from Noriko, but he had an idea of what his meeting with the Dilandau was going to be like. Hectic, uncooperative and just a plain heachache. But that was to be expected from someone who was dead convinced they shouldn't be in a mental institution.
Characters: Vincent, Noriko, Dilandau, open
Location: Vincent's office
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Vincent's first night as a therapist
Day/Time: 73,evening
Paperwork. Files, reports. Vincent was more then busy and he had a few patients who wanted to see him tonight. While it was inconvenient for him, he couldn't complain all that much. He was finally doing something, and he wasn't bored out of his skull. He didn't have to read to keep himself sane anymore. It was a nice change.
He had already gone to see Hisoka, who he'd had to try with harder then he'd desired. He would have to check and see about setting up some form of Archery for the boy-if he even showed up again. Either way, it didn't bother Vincent. He didn't have to care to be able to help these people, and if they didn't care for the help then why should he?
The brunette sighed and leaned back in his chair, pushing up his glasses. Any minute now, Noriko or Dilandau would show up. From what little was spoken, Vincent didn't quite know what to expect from Noriko, but he had an idea of what his meeting with the Dilandau was going to be like. Hectic, uncooperative and just a plain heachache. But that was to be expected from someone who was dead convinced they shouldn't be in a mental institution.