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don't you mess with a little girls dream cause she's liable to grow up mean;

Jan 16, 2009 03:14

Day: 21
Characters: Mello [strategicbail], Elle Bishop [scossaelettrica]
Summary: ~*THERAPY*~
DAY/NIGHT & Time: NIGHT | evening
Status: closed; complete

( there has to be more to life than this, because in our... confrontation with a cold cold universe, there is something comical to the idea that we can really impose our... our will on humanity-- power corrupts; and at the end of it all lies, of course the final phenomenon of deterioration entropy, which is a predictable disintegrations which the creative life ceases: everything has to fall apart; )

:therapy, #place: therapy rooms, † elle bishop, † mello

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strategicbail January 16 2009, 15:57:18 UTC

It was indeed the same woman from the intercom that came to get him, if her voice was anything to go by. Mello raised an eyebrow briefly, the gesture hidden by the angle in which he sat and long strands of blond hair. As she called for him, he rose slowly to his feet and stuck his hands casually in his pockets.

She hadn't given much of a greeting, so it was liable she didn't expect one in return. All the same, saying nothing as he came to her side made him feel too obedient. He wasn't yet the sort to cower away.

"Seems like everyone's been giving you trouble." The tone of his voice was somewhat amiable. He was being cooperative, after all.

scossaelettrica January 18 2009, 07:31:47 UTC

She had expected him to at least protest a little, but instead he was acting perfectly nice about it. It was refreshing, however alarming it might have been as well, and together she started up a slow, steady pace through the hallways with him, trying to figure out how long she could stall what she knew she had to do ( ... )

strategicbail January 18 2009, 09:02:32 UTC

The edges of Mello's mouth might have turned up slightly while her eyes were elsewhere, a brief sharpness passing over tired eyes. The look was gone as soon as it appeared, the blond willing his expression neutral. While he wasn't sure exactly where they were going, her hesitation was a promising sign. It might not save him from whatever this "therapy" had in store for him, but that didn't mean it worked in his favor any less.

"If you've been in trouble already," he said quietly, "then you probably shouldn't risk getting in any more. You're just doing your job, right?"

He made his interest in the surrounding corridors obvious, glancing from door to door in honest curiosity. Where would he be taken?

scossaelettrica January 20 2009, 20:01:00 UTC

If they did, she didn't notice. It wasn't that she was trying to pry, anyway, though in this case her wayward attention seemed to have much more to do with the way her stomach was knotting together and the way she was dreading having to hurt him.

... especially when he was acting so nice. A guilty conscience never did much to promote harming another human being.

"Why are you being so nice?" she asked, slight whimper evident in her voice. It probably sounded-- and was-- much closer to why are you making this so goddamn difficult for me, but, well.

"Come on," she finally said, somewhat reluctantly, looking downright pitiful in her position, opening the door for him to one of the therapy rooms. "It's not much, just an injection."

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