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Getting back home in one piece is certainly more difficult when most methods of transport have been closed for various storms. Pity. I ended up having to travel on foot.

#manic starter #/slides back into the swing of things slow #ly

eidetic-mem0ry

Batteries Not Included || Emrys + Lyanna

eidetic-mem0ry

Campbell seemed to already be optimistic about the situation. His face read to Emrys that everything would be all right. After all—look at who he was given as a doctor. Though, to Emrys, he always had the part of his mind that went to great lengths to find the bad in everything. So, that’s what he was doing. He was giving into old habits that refused to die out and just nodded his head, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

"Nice to meet you." He cleared his throat, trying not to sound too negative over the situation. Whether or not he was going to get anything out of this that was positive was up in the air. But, if this was going to give some peace of mind to Aria and Toby, then he wouldn’t mind doing it for them. At least, until they realized it wasn’t going to work.

"…So…how do we get started exactly?"

lyannaadair

"You can start by saying what troubles you. I've the documents that were given to me here, but I prefer hearing from the patients themselves what ails them. No document could possibly describe what goes on in your head better than yourself, naturally."

Of course, patients generally like to lie about what's wrong with them. But there's always the signs of someone lying, ones that even the most skilled eyes could miss. She's observant, though, and those are what she pays most attention towards.

Once Emrys came inside, she closed the door behind him. One on ones are the only things she truly offers, and she wouldn't want the other to try sneaking a peek in. It's people who do try and listen in that made Lyanna have the room soundproofed.

Taking her own seat, she only gave the male a smile. Her legs crossed as her hands were placed on her knee. "You can continue on with anything you like after that. They seem to believe you've many undertone issues that need help, but the only way to be sure is if we find them all through your honesty. Nothing you say will be revealed outside this room, you're safe here."

#para; emrys #th; para #{ batteries not included; }

connor-stage

Quieten The Voices | Connor & Lyanna

lyannaadair

There was blood on his hands.

He shouldn’t have drunk quite as much as he did, but for one unforgivable second, he’d forgotten about the fact that his tolerance simply wasn’t what it had used to be. The taste of bourbon had been heavy at the back of his tongue, sliding a burning trail down his throat and it wouldn’t have deteriorated quite so quickly if it hadn’t been for his looser tongue delivering a sharp, mocking retort to a remark he couldn’t even remember now.

To his credit, he’d actually excused himself before it turned into a bar fight; whatever aggressive cunt he’d angered, however, hadn’t been so willing to let it go.

It had gone fast. Inhibitions already lowered, control already slipping, it had only taken a grab of the wrist for Connor to slip back into that haze, every single one of his sense on high alert, jarred into a state of alarm. His actions had been unthinking. Automatic. A twist of his wrist and the gentle arc of his swing and warm blood had sprayed his hands, his face as his attacker had turned into the victim; choking, trying to force air past the red gash in his throat.

Connor hadn’t stayed to see how the man died; he knew how that went. His mind was still lost, at once all over the place and lost in a grey static; that part of his brain still functioning screaming at him to get off the street, hide in the shadows until he’d found his feet back to reality again.

But that other voice was too loud. Monster, monster, see what you do, you’ll never change, you don’t want to change, you’re nothing, I own you, he’ll never come for you, Monster, monster… white upon white with dark shadows creeping in, — but god, was that place the last place he ever wanted to return to.

He didn’t exactly know where he was, but at long last he’d found his way somewhere more secluded, away from potential prying eyes. Back pressed against the cool wall, the city smells and sounds of the city dimly penetrating the clamor in his head. “Shut up.” His voice was harsh, low, yet almost childlike. Monster, "Fuck, don’t you ever bloody shut up."

lyannaadair

She might not have paid witness to the crime itself, but she did see the aftereffect when he walked away. Lyanna has a tendency for being out late at night. Generally, people do question when they see a woman walking around at night while alone, but she's yet to hold concerns over them. If their questions ever got too bad, she's always have other ways to take care of them, none of which involve murder. All things considered, nobody likes to be psychoanalysed, thus it makes it a perfect way to encourage others to leave.

When something actually happens, however, that gets her attention much more quickly than the solitude of the dark.

She doesn't follow him all the way into the alleyway, instead she keeps her back pressed to the wall of the building just out of sight, listening. It might not be the proper thing one should be doing, but Lyanna was never one to do things the right way unless under the watchful eye of another. Her mentor showed her that years ago, and she's always paid very close attention.

Her lip twitches to a smirk, which she quickly pushes away. Stepping into the light of the street, she finally starts heading towards him. "You have to breathe, dear. They won't calm down until you do. Just breathe, try to relax, don't think about them, think about something else. Something that makes you feel better in times of difficulty. Don't cling to the reality they force on you, grab onto the reality around you instead."

She doesn't walk any closer to him, keeping a good two foot distance away. She wouldn't want him to feel like she's trying anything, and keeping your distance from one who's clearly having an episode is always a basic skill. Her hands are kept in her pockets on her jacket, long blonde hair cascaded to one side while she gives him a smile; one soft, trying to let him know that she's not there to hurt him.

At least, not yet. She hasn't finished analysing his use yet.

#para; connor #th; para #{ quieten the voices; }

eidetic-mem0ry

Batteries Not Included || Emrys + Lyanna

No, Emrys was not happy about having to see a therapist. But Campbell had already signed him up and he had to oblige. It’ll help you handle the situation with your Aunt. Plus, if your parents see you’re doing this, it’ll give them some peace of mind.

No, it’d make them wonder what Campbell put in his tea to make him agree to this.

And even the name of the therapist made him roll his eyes. Lyanna Adair. If ever a name made him picture someone with the personality of a robot, it was this one. “…Can you tell her I died so I don’t have to go in.” Emrys said it in a low, dull voice. And Campbell was having none of it as he shoved Emrys forward.

"Go in. Talk to her. Just give it a shot and if you don’t like it, at least you can suck it up and come back next week."

Oh, great. Emrys was delighted to hear that. With a reluctant nod, Emrys knocked on the door twice and walked in. “…Emrys Doyle-Hawkins here for the appointment.” He said, looking around and staying in the doorway. He was hoping she’d tell him to leave—but he didn’t think he was that lucky today.

lyannaadair

The patient Lyanna has today seemed all too interesting for her. Little tips and such were given to her, but she'd be able to know much more once she actually spoke with him. There's no way of truly knowing how someone is unless a conversation has taken place, after all. But, even then, the deepest truths of their minds are usually kept just that; a secret for themselves.

Getting him to let her in would most likely be tricky. He was set up to take appointments by a superior, not on is own accord. They're always the most difficult to have open up, but it's a challenge Lyanna is all too interested in taking part. If her mentor had taught her anything, it was to always accept a challenge, especially when it's one that could provide her with opportunities later.

Upon the sound of his entry, the announcement of his name, she stepped out of her office, a smile touching her lips. Smiles tend to win the hearts of many, particularly friendly ones. Whether or not it works is to be decided, but either way, she's all the more interested in the mental aspect of it all.

"Welcome. I'm Dr. Lyanna Adair, a pleasure to finally meet you. Come right inside and take a seat, we can get started right away."

#{ batteries not included; }#para; emrys #th; para

Would you rather;

Of course, most undercover ploys are. And for a manipulator like Lyanna, someone just a tad too interested in what influence can do, tempting another to think of murder isn't too far of a skill to her. Unfortunately, it seems she's just a bit too interested to see how far she can influence your muse against someone they'd just love to see harmed. (Can be taken by multiple muses)

Darlin', it's far greater than you think;

There's a case going on, and it seems Lyanna the victim of the murder was a patient of Lyanna's. The murder wasn't on her property, and there's little evidence pointing in her general direction, but checking out the psychiatrist is always part of the job.

It's not that she's letting you find out, per say. It's more that she's curious to see if one could easily believe what she so carefully lays out. Just barely hinting, yet not exactly giving evidence to the fact. Things aren't exactly as simple as they appear. The question is, how curious is your muse at finding out how much she'll give away. (Clearly works best if muse is in or holds relations to the law enforcement)

#also the second holds direct relation to a self that's been halfway done in my drafts for... three weeks #I'll post it before I make the starter tbh #plot day #manic plots

adelekwong-blog-deactivated2022

It all happened seemingly fast too. One day all people prone to being criminals woke up and decided they’d obey their true calling.

lyannaadair

Criminals enjoy doing what they feel suits them best. In this case, they most likely assumed they wouldn't get caught, as many probably haven't. It's an unfortunate factor of reality, yet one we can't seem to be without in any society.

#chat: adele #th; gif

ofanguish:

”— didn’t know people here were that sensitive to pretty faces.”

"Sensitivity is a natural human instinct, it's the way it's placed that can be confusing to most. Many are sensitive to those with more physical beauty than they feel they have just due to a prone of jealously. They want the beauty they see someone else with."

#chat; daniel #th; gif #/casually bumps in here

fiixre

Define overworking. I found my annoying neighbors were killed off and now I’m lacking in entertainment. I have a broken toaster that I can’t use to piss them off anymore and Margaery got shot so I have to pick her up once I get off of my shift. Noah has anxiety and I need a babysitter for him until Mar can get on her feet, Miriam is fine but when she’s home on weekends I still need help with watching her and Noah.

No, not overworked at all. I’m doing great, the stress lines you see are just from smiling all the damn time.

lyannaadair

Precisely that. You're stressing. With good reason, of course, but still are. And being forced to continue working on something so... difficult, shall we say, when your siblings are facing difficulties themselves, that alone is heavily stressful. Combining it all, I'd say you've a fairly clear definition of just how overworked you are, even if it hardly seems it.

Also, the sarcasm might be something people make you believe helps to relieve stress, but others might not appreciate it as much.

#gifchat: xander #th; gif

adelekwong-blog-deactivated2022

Right? I was expecting to maybe see a few new restaurants, hoping they’d offer real tacos, but no, I got here and found out that someone had set my favorite restaurant.

lyannaadair

Seems it's improbable to expect something of London nowadays. It is so very upsetting, really. A once great city turning into a den for criminals.

#chat: adele #th; gif

nicole--smith-deactivated201504

You sound like Virginia. She went back out to the states for about a month or so and now she’s questioning what the hell she came back to and if I was apart of it. Not sure why she’s asking that one, really, giving I stayed locked inside my flat the whole time.

lyannaadair

Unease makes ones mind worry, Nicole. She probably worries greatly over the fact you were here without her, in her eyes, probably alone, and more than likely believes her assistance is what kept you in line. She has sounded prone to believing falsities in the ideal that she is the reason for your recovery, instead of believing in your own strengths as she should.

#lyanna u lil shit #chat: nicole #th; gif

fiixre

Wait until you get to hear about the sun-shining time I’ve had. Did you expect everything to be a dystopian utopia or something? I think when people here say London is a playground for crime, they meant it on the scale of Disney World of illegal bullshit.

lyannaadair

Certain expectations do arise when returning to a childhood home, though something such as a practically country-wide fire was a bit lower on my list of expectations. Usually, a police force and fire department is able to keep a fire from growing that greatly. I suppose one too many contenders kept such a simplicity from keeping. I certainly hope they weren't overworking you, though, judging by your expression, I assume they have?

#chat; xander #th; gif

I leave for a few weeks and return to learn that a blackout has happened and half of London was burned up. Not exactly what I was expecting upon return.

#manic starter #th; gif