why are you looking at me like that?

Isabel madison therapist.

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he had been reading a book when he heard a couple of rustles in the corner, prompting him to take off his earpieces and turn his neck in that direction. fingernails dipping tighter into the cover, anthony bit on his lower lip as he subtly leaned his body backward. “urm, i think i just saw a bug… with many legs, running around that corner.” his voice was silky, almost humming. “can you check it out?” 

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       “I don’t really think that’s necessary. If you can’t see it, it’s fine.” Isabel nodded. The woman clearly didn’t have the patience to be dealing with the uptight male. She was definitely feeling better after quitting her job but she was still living in denial about everything. At some point, she would run out of money for her rent and she would probably end up crawling back to her mother. “It’s really not my field so I can’t really help you. At least you’ll live.”

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imessage | wrong number

dawsyn: i don't call anyone else daddy shut the fuck up

dawsyn: *typing*

dawsyn: hm... that was awkward.

isabel: yeah, wrong number here.

isabel: i'd probably stay away from the whole daddy complex but sure.

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What do you think of children?

“Inconveniences, that’s what they are! I don’t want nor need them. They complicate everything. Yes, this is what my mother said to me but now I can see that she was right. That fact worries me but that’s my take on this thing. They’re parasites and will stab you in the back at any chance they get. But hey, at least they’re honest!”

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Do you ever want kids?

“Hell, no! I can barely look after myself. I hate responsibility and particularly THAT MUCH responsibility! Look at me, I did not turn out great and that was with two parents so think about what that kid would be like with just me; a DISASTER!”

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What makes you excited?

“I think at this point, a Harry Potter marathon excites me. Doing free shots in a bar excites me too but the morning after, not so much.”

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What do you actually want to do for living?

“Honestly, I have no idea, anon. Thank you for reminding me that I currently have no job OR direction! That’s going to do me the world of good.”

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Are you a good person or a right person?

“I don’t know if I understand the question. I’m a funny person, that’s for sure but I’m not sure about good. I feel like good is overrated anyway. Like, can anyone truly be good? This week, I haven’t been the greatest person. I handed in my resignation at work but I didn’t want to do the notice period in my contract so just ended up screaming at my ex-boss. No, it wasn’t appropriate but some things just needed to be said.”

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rivcrsten:

“I’m not Irish either.” He laughed. He had to agree with her statement in regards to no one being Irish, most New Yorkers here were just out to get pounded out to abandon their problems for a day. While River was just here so he could have an excuse for himself not to finish his chores. “I think we all need a lot of Irish luck. What’s next? Get drunk, kiss a lot of random strangers?”

      Isabel had become a natural at running from her problems, the only problem was that they seemed to follow her around. Granted, she had been able to keep secrets, some for fifteen years so she didn’t understand why it all seemed to be hitting her now. She felt like she should have been over it. “But I’m willing to merge with my Irish-American comrades and have a great time. I always end up making out with people anyway, it’s not a great habit but I certainly won’t be stopping myself.” If one of her patients would have said that, Isabel would have accused them of being self-destructive and she would have been RIGHT. The woman had been sabotaging herself for too long but had no desire to stop. As people grew more worried, she simply pushed them away. 

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“What the hell are you doing here sober?” River asked with excitement lightning in his bright blue eyes. Anyone could easily tell the blonde had already gotten himself inebriated. “It’s St. Patrick’s Day, let’s go catch some fucking booze.” 

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        “I know, it’s a surprise me too.” She was drinking far too much these days but today was a holiday so she was going to allow herself to slip right back into bad habits. “I mean, I’m not even Irish and I don’t think the majority are but an entire holiday dedicated to drinking, that’s my kind of holiday! Besides, I need some of that Irish luck.”

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princessleiak:

“Well in that case, this is Elphie and I’m Leia. She’s mischievous is what she is. When my uncle gave her to me, he told me she was very shy. I have no idea what he did to that puppy that made her shy because she is so full of life.”

      “Pleased to meet you, Leia.” Isabel nodded before chuckling. “Aww, poor thing. She was probably just intimidated or something, I don’t know. I guess it can depend on who she’s with and boundaries but who can say for sure, right?”

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“No, Elphie, leave the poor stranger alone.”Leia said, looking down at the small white poodle who had circled her leash around the person’s leg. “I’m sorry, she thinks everyone is her friend. I can’t take her anywhere.”

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        Isabel chuckled towards the woman and then looked back at the dog. “Oh no, it’s fine. If anything, I appreciate the offer as I’m in need of friends right now. She’s just charming.” It was sad but true. Isabel had never really been someone to have friends, just acquaintances that she liked to drink with and the woman was beginning to realise that THAT wasn’t enough for her anymore...

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noorxkhalaf:

“Oh, yeah, it’s nice. There isn’t really a whole lot of time for living on the days when you work a minimum of twelve hours. It’s good we get a fair amount of days off,” she commented. She had learned to put her personal life on halt on the days she worked and didn’t really even question her choice. As far as she was concerned, compartmentalizing everything was the only way to make sure she had any chance of succeeding as a mother and a nurse. Everything else would have to follow. Realizing Isabel wasn’t keen on discussing her work, Noor nodded and flashed a brief smile. “Of course. I’m sure you came here to enjoy yourself and not talk about work. I understand.” She paused, wondering whether asking some follow up questions would be appropriate. Well, maybe later. “That’s good. How are you liking the fair?” 

“Yeah, I feel that one.” The difference between the two was that Isabel was a slacker and she had been picked up on it many times. There was a time when she got results but now those had declined because of her lack of passion. Her mother was worried about her, so was her boss but she didn’t think that they cared for the right reasons. She had always been an inconvenience to her mother, that was clear; all she had ever done was over-complicate matters. “I mean, I really hate it, I’m shit at it but it’s better than doing nothing.” Isabel was thirty; not having a job was worse than having no aspirations, in her opinion. “It’s alright. I cheated the system by getting tipsy before arriving but I feel kinda creepy because I don’t have any kids. Am I even allowed to be here?”

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legsfordays-verity:

The woman cracked open an eye as Isabel began to speak before giving a soft sigh “Perhaps so, maybe the doors have all conspired against me?” she wondered, giving a slight chuckle as the other rambled on. “You don’t strike me as anything but skinny, in my opinion” she pointed out.

     “I guess that you can’t have it all...” Isabel chuckled at the other as the casually accepted the theory. “Okay, now I know that you’re just flattering me.” The woman was sure of the weight gain and her mother didn’t let her forget it but there were more pressing issues for them to worry about than something so superficial. “But thank you, I shall accept the pity comment.”

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Verity hissed when she hit her head on the frame of her door, the blonde bringing a hand up to her forehead and rubbing it with a frustrated sigh “You really think I would be used to this by now” The woman half chuckled. Being tall was a curse.

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         “Yeah, I don’t think anyone in my family has ever had that problem but I’m at least trying to sympathise.” Isabel shrugged at the other. “Guess doors are just different heights everywhere and it’s catching you off guard? Honestly, I’m kinda glad that I’m only, like, five-three because there’s no trouble with that. Yeah, I have to buy large jeans because I’m not skinny-” Her mom always made sure to remind her “- but they can always to taken up.”

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noorxkhalaf:

“They allow me to leave the ICU every so often. Apparently I’m not entirely irreplaceable,” she quipped with a smile before shaking her head. “I’m off for the next three days. Hana’s getting ice cream with my brother. It’s bit of a tradition.” Noor studied Isabel briefly, trying to determine how she was doing. It had been a while since the two of them had met and she was genuinely curious to learn what the other woman had been up to lately. She could only hope things had started to look up for her but something told her that wasn’t the case. “How have you been? How’s work been treating you?” Hopefully Isabel wouldn’t mind some chit-chat. 

      “Damn, well not entirely means you’re doing pretty well. It’s great that you were able to get some time off.” She smiled. Noor had that quality of negating her excitement quite a lot, perhaps it was because she wanted to be friends with her. Despite the other working in the same building as the other, she assumed that they didn’t have much time to talk and this made Isabel relax a little. Still, it didn’t deter her from questioning what her mother was actually like at work. Scrunching her face up at the mention of her job, Isabel shook her head. “Can we not talk about that? I don’t know what’s going to happen first, me quitting or an intervention but guess I’ll have to wait to find out.” Her boss was concerned, or that’s how she portrayed herself to be. Renée was a mystery to Isabel and she had no intention of sussing the woman out. “I’m great, though.”

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Isabel was already drunk at the fair, mostly because she thought she was intelligent and decided to pre-drink at home. This should have made her feel sad in a way as her relationship with others was sexual and that she was alone but at this very moment, it didn’t seem together. The woman was casually walking around by herself, occasionally talking to people until she became bored of them. Her tolerance for people had gone down massively and she was struggling to connect with them, even more than she had been before. Eyes widening as she caught a glimpse of Noor, Isabel ran over to her like an excited puppy. “Hello, friend!” She liked Noor, the woman had always shown her kindness and she gave her advice, none of which Isabel had taken on board but things took time. “Good to see you! I never see you, assume you’re always working and looking after Hana. God, you have great priorities, I’m jealous.”

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