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Post by Chesa on Sept 12, 2009 11:16:27 GMT -5
"So it's better to go harsher when necessary?" She asked. "Especially for something as trivial as dropping food, how was death anywhere near a wasted meal?" She asked, flipping over the file on the clip board. She ignored his last comment, scribbling down some more notes in the illegible hand only she could possibly read.
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Post by Max on Sept 12, 2009 11:20:07 GMT -5
"Wasted food is a wasted life, how there are some people dieing from hunger in other countries, he wasted the food, so he must be punished severely for it" he said "By the how, how's you're white fatty cat been doing? Have you been feeding it well?" he asked
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Post by Chesa on Sept 12, 2009 11:25:12 GMT -5
She froze for a minute, remembering the little white cat that had been in her room last night. She shrugged it off, it must've belonged to the neighbors. "I believe I told you yesterday, I don't have a cat," She said, jotting another thing down. She moved on from that subject. "What about the incident 5 years ago. 100 inmates and 13 guards, what did those people do?" She asked.
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Post by Max on Sept 12, 2009 11:27:31 GMT -5
"But what about that fat white cat in you're apartment?" he asked, then sighed "There was a riot, and of course I tried to escape, the inmates wanted ot fight me, so I fought them and broke their neck's, they would have done the same to me" he said "And the guards tried to shoot at me and hit me with shock batons, that could have hurt me, So I hurt them first"
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Post by Chesa on Sept 12, 2009 11:30:39 GMT -5
That one sounded surprisingly innocent She thought, since she could think that any person, if given the power, would've done the exact same thing. She wrote an exact quote, circling the incident on file. "Do you know what happened to the other doctors?" She asked, ignoring the topic of the cat.
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Post by Max on Sept 12, 2009 11:38:26 GMT -5
"Not really, all I was told is that I drove that insane...now I know that I'm considered not the best company...but does my pressence really drive people mad?" he asked, looking at her for the answer
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Post by Chesa on Sept 12, 2009 11:42:05 GMT -5
"I don't believe that some ones presence can simple push people into insanity. There has to be an under lying factor, something don intentionally," She said, insinuating that he had done something to push them, and at this point possibly her, to that point. She sighed, checking her watch, and began collecting her things. "It seems that I'm already running late for another appointment," She said.
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Post by Max on Sept 12, 2009 11:43:19 GMT -5
"Ahh, it seems time flies when you're having fun" He said, the guards came in and took him away. Yutaka didn't say a single word as he was dragged off
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Post by Chesa on Sept 12, 2009 11:50:42 GMT -5
She walked out of the room. "Geez, glad to be out of there..." She muttered, walking towards her next appointment. Again, that one didn't take her very long, so after a few hours she had finished her whole days worth of work. She sat down at her office desk, opening the profile reports. She started with Yutaka Yoshikazu's. She took a moment, rereading her notes. He seems to have a twisted sense of justice that he stands firmly on. At this time there seems to be no way to get him to believe anything but what he feels is the truth. Like a child, he insists that one play by his rules, and at this time, I feel it probably best one does
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Post by Max on Sept 12, 2009 11:54:30 GMT -5
Nothing really happenede for the rest of the day at the asylum, no break outs, no people going insane all of a sudden, just a quiet, calm day at work.
Though when she got home the cat was nowhere to be seen anymore, maybe it went home? Though there was a very strong scent of cat piss comming from one of her favorite potted plants, and there was also a white tail sticking out of the soil. The cat was dug deep in the plant, the roots curled around it. It was decaying aswell, as if the cat had died long ago and was just left there.
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Post by Chesa on Sept 12, 2009 12:00:55 GMT -5
She minute she opened her door she was met but the strong smell. "Ugh, oh god," She grumbled, covering her mouth. She gagged, walking over to where the smell had come from and saw the tail sticking out. She was curious about it, so she dug away at a bit of the soil. She didn't have time to say anything, she just turned over and got sick on the floor. After a moment she ran to the kitchen, grabbing a trash bag and putting the entire plant, pot and all, into it. She cleaned up the mess she had made and took everything down to the dumpster behind the apartment. She rubbed her temples. "Now I know for sure he is doing something," She grumbled.
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Post by Max on Sept 12, 2009 12:05:29 GMT -5
Once she returned to her apartment however. There were traces of red liquid all around the place, the furniture, the walls, the cieling, the carpets, everywhere. And on the table in the kitchen, there was a baby, posed, bith its arms missing, it leaning on a small cane. It was pale and also decayed.
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Post by Chesa on Sept 12, 2009 12:13:22 GMT -5
She walked in and looked around. She didn't spot the thing until she was right up near it. She jumped looking down, and straight up hit the thing, sending it out her window. She let out a small pulse of magic, everything in the room back to the way it was. She rubbed her temples, laying down, though she didn't sleep.
She came into work the next day, yawning, back to wearing her own glasses. She had a tall cup of coffee in hand when she sat down at her desk in the office she shared with a few other psychologists. She sighed, checking her appointments, almost relieved when Yoshikazu didn't show up today, and unless there were any last minute changes, she was stuck with normal patients today.
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Post by Max on Sept 12, 2009 12:17:09 GMT -5
It seemed like she was scot free, though half way through the day one of the doctors was attacked by their pacient, and it just so happened that with the remodeling of the sceduels thanks to one doctor being gone to recover from the shock, Xianxi had to go see Yutaka again
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Post by Chesa on Sept 12, 2009 12:28:08 GMT -5
"Just clip my wings," She muttered, refilling her coffee when she got the notice. At least it was only a short meeting. She just needed a break. She wasn't giving up, but she hadn't got much sleep, and the last thing she wanted to do was go see a difficult patient. She shook her head, grabbing the files and going to get her escorts, hoping to god they'd be quiet about the bags under her eyes. It seemed that the guards here were more superstitious then grade schoolers.
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