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pierre charmant | psychologist

[pierrecharmant]

theweddingplxnner​:

Aurie shook her head briefly at his apology. “Lord no, you’re fine. Absolutely no need to apologize. I’m going to be 30 and I still haven’t picked up the habit of looking where I’m going.” She chuckled at herself. The woman smiled softly when he gave her some napkins. “Thanks,” She returned, starting to blot at the stain on her shirt. At least she didn’t have any in person client meetings today, that was an upside to this. At his question she sighed a little, tossing the now empty cup into the garbage bin. “I mean, I definitely need a new coffee.” Aurie laughed. “But you weren’t at fault here so I can’t ask you to get me a new one.”

Pierre laughs a little and shakes his head, “Listen... I have two little girls and I end up covered in all kinds of things all the time. I didnt mean to bump into you though, I was probably eavesdropping a little too hard on your conversation and wasn’t paying attention.” He smiles a little and then nods, “You don’t have to ask, I’ll do it anyway. What did you order?”

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theweddingplxnner​:

“No no…Miss Carlisle I can’t…John Travolta is not available at that time. Ma’am, if there was even a sliver of possibility I’d book him. But I already talked to his agent and he’s going to be out of the country…no he’s not going to be near this country. I…yes Miss I already offered double and it’s not possib—Kayla?” Aurielle pulled the phone away to see if she had lost the call…technically she did when her client decided to hang up on her. “Seriously,” She grumbled before slipping the phone into her purse. “Literally any other singer is probably available right now but they won’t settle for anything less than John Travolta. Why can’t they like Donny Osmond? He’d be easier to book than John would be right now.” The woman grumbled to herself before turning into another person, her iced coffee going all over her own clothes. “Well that’s just…” The raven haired woman shook her head and looked sympathetically at the other person. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t get any on you did I? If I spilled any I’ll pay for the dry cleaning.” She offered, looking around for napkins to wipe up her own mess. “I genuinely hate coffee stains, maybe not as much as soy sauce and ink but coffee’s right up there.” @atlanta-rpgstarters

Pierre was waiting on his tea, humming quietly to himself as he listens to the conversation going on around him. He gives a small smile to himself when he hears something mentioned about John Travolta.” He laughs to himself, thinking to himself about the hell of a conversation that could’ve been in. He goes to turn around and immediately bumps into someone, letting out a small gasp. “Oh shoot... I am so sorry.... I’m totally fine but,” he grabs some napkins from the little bar and hands the woman the napkins,”uh... Can I do anything to like makeup for that?”

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monkeyboness​:

The man was a bit taken back when the money was handed towards him again. “Oh… no no” he shook his head, hands up in protest. “Really.. it’s yours” he said with a soft smile. “Although I do appreciate the offer.”

“Dude, trust me... I’m set. It’s nothin, you seem like you could use a little bit of a pick me up.” He grins, shaking his head. 

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monkeyboness​:

In the small quiet diner, Griffin sat in a booth by himself, laptop open on the table in front of him as his fingers moved over the keys. Code scrolled across the black screen in green font as he typed various things into it and inhaled a deep breath, pinching the bridge of his nose as the system failed-yet again. He gripped the flat bill of his hat at the back of his head and lifted it slightly before securing it back into his hair. He was growing tired of trying to reboot this computer, someone had brought it in, full of viruses and malware and now he was supposed to magically return it to its healthy state. He couldn’t be too upset though, the owner was an older woman, mid-40′s or so and was downloading movies from a sketchy website to watch.

It was one of the more boring reasons he’d had to fix someone’s laptop riddled with crap. He was barely paying attention to the world around him but noticed the legs of someone as they passed and his eyes caught the green paper as it hit the floor. Bending down and quickly scooping it up he looked towards the back of the person who had just passed him. “Excuse me” he said, loud enough to get their attention. “You dropped this” he held out the crisp bill folded between his fingers.

@atlanta-rpgstarters​

Pierre had just dropped his girls off with their mother in the parking lot of the diner so now he was heading inside to get something to eat. He’d headed to the bathroom before going to find a place to sit. He’d been thinking way too many thoughts and a voice pulled him from his head. He glanced back and smiled, “Oh shit... thanks man.” He smiles and takes the bill before pausing and handing it back. “You keep it. You did a good deed.”

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littlebitofliza​:

A stunning curiosity washes over Elizabeth, not unlike a wave, her dark hues now studying the man beside her even more intensely. She had thrown one of her signature moves at him, one designed to entice the man’s attention in with the suggestive movement of her lips. “A bottle of hard liquor is all you need to drown your sorrows. It allows you to do it in the privacy of your own home without some swanky bartending watching you as if he pities you.” Liza moves to tuck her long, wavy curls onto her left shoulder, allowing the man to get a good view of the soft curve of her neck. For her, this had now become a boxing match, one she intended to win. Her head tilts to the side, iris’s studying the masculine lines of his face, tongue darting out to lick at her lips of its own accord. Setting her drink down she grabbed his hand in hers, snaking it innocently over her bare shoulder so that he could follow behind her on her way to the dancefloor. “You look like someone who could use a little fun, learn to let loose, and not worry about the consequences of tomorrow.”

Pierre was intrigued, she was soft in new and exciting ways but she looked like she could use some structure. From the way she spoke about liquor to the way she talked with him. It was all enticing but part of his brain couldn’t help analyze her. He studies her neck and his eyes trail to her lips and then back up to her eyes. A smirk places itself on his lips and he nods when she speaks. “I think that sounds like an interesting plan. Do you have intentions on showing me the ropes with all that?” he asks, stepping into her and letting his hand cascade down her back slowly. 

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littlebitofliza​:

“Why to try to drown sorrows when you can forget them completely?” With a wink and a smirk of her own she took a sip of the drink, a happy hum accompanying the action. Dropping her eyes back down to her drink she stirs the olives for a moment before sucking one of them off the toothpick, pink painted lips wrapping around the cocktail treat in a small ‘o’. Dark hues meet his own as she swallows, a playful mirth and something stronger sparkling in their depths. “Who said martini’s were boring?”

“Ah.” Pierre smirks to himself and takes another strong sip of his drink. He sets it down again and turns to face the woman, raising his eyebrows as he watches her with pure interest and curiosity. “Not boring, just an interesting choice.” He licks his lips and gives a small shrug, only really evident in a small lift of his shoulder. “I do suppose that it is very easy to forget your sorrows completely with a drink that tastes like that. Though if I’m drowning my sorrows I’m typically going for something that tastes like a beach without the thousands of dollars being sent.”

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littlebitofliza​:

Elizabeth allowed her body to sway along with the djs music, eyes closed as her head bopped in time to the beat. This particular club was a bit tame for Liza’s taste but she had heard good things about dj and had so far not been disappointed. Deciding it was time for another drink she deftly tucked through the crowd to the bar. Ordering a shot of patron she downed it in one gulp followed quickly by another. Once a pleasant buzz started settling into her limbs and her cheeks were even rosier than they had been from dancing she put in her request, “Vodka martini, dirty. Two olives.” As she waited impatiently for her drink, her hues scanned the other patrons, casting down demurely as she catches the gaze of the man next to her.

Pierre sipped his vodka soda, his eyes gladly falling onto the dark-haired girl next to him. He looked to her and then gave a very small smirk from behind the glass, setting it down next to him. “Dirty martini? Quite a strong drink, what sorrows are you trying to forget?” He asks this playfully, the look he gives her saying just as much. “Could just eat the olives and have a way more fun beverage. Sex on the beach, fuzzy navel, something along those lines.” He laughs softly.

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closed starter for @littlebitofliza​~

pierre had a night off with little to no work involved and he wanted to get back out onto the dating scene. it had been awhile since he’d dated anyone, let alone gone out alone to try and even find someone. he figured it was as good of a time as any with the girls with their mom and no work to do. he drove to a local club and on his way inside, he’d headed immediately for the bar. he needed a drink or two and then he’d be way less nervous than he was currently. once his drink was ordered he turned with his back to the bar and the glass against his lips, taking in the very loud scene.

[pierrecharmant]

What is the most evil thing you have ever done?Do you have a criminal record of any kind?When was the time you were the most frightened?

“I once used a whoopie cushion on a teacher?”

“I do not! I wouldn’t have my career if I did.”

“Uhm... I’d rather not answer.”

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As a child, what kinds of personality traits did you display?, If you could change one thing from your past, what would it be, and why?, How honest are you about your thoughts and feelings (i.e. do you hide your true self from others, and in what way)?

“I think I was really quiet and calm, it’s been awhile though. Youd have to ask Eric.”

“I think I would change how badly my parents treated us.”

“I try be honest with myself about how I feel and I don’t want to hide that, it’s important to acknowledge your feelings.”

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What is/are your favorite hobbies and pastimes? How do you deal with stress?

“I love reading, playing with my kids, listening to music. Those are also how I deal with stress.” 

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corvibyrne​:

“Oh, that’s a great idea,” Corvi nodded; he had no problem voicing his true feelings, but he had a soft spot for parents who seemed to really love their kids.  “Maybe I could even make them their favorite colors?  Or we could pick colors at random, but I can definitely do that.”

Pierre smiles softly, “yeah absolutely. that sounds like a great idea. Sophie loves pink and purple and Olivia loves dark greens and oranges...” he explains and laughs a little. “theyre very different for twins, but I adore them so much.”

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corvibyrne​:

Corvi perked up at the idea of being able to help the other, flipping his notebook open to a clean page.  “Now that, I can definitely help you with.  What kinds of things do they like, and what kind of a tattoo are you looking for?  Big, small, black and gray, colorful - we gotta narrow it down and I am more than happy to assist.”

Pierre chuckles softly, “absolutely. uh... colorful. I was thinking their names with the flowers of their birth month. they were born in june.” he explains and chuckles softly. “So some roses, different colors maybe?”

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zlberres​:

Zelda smiled a bit, happy to see he didn’t mind much and took the girls hand, trying to lead her back towards the play equipment, but she pulled back and cried- stomping her feet in a tantrum. Zelda closed her eyes and exhaled a deep sigh. “Mind if we just chill here for a bit” she said, not wanting to impose on this man’s space but Emorie was determined to sit here, plopping herself down beside his foot.

Pierre shakes his head and looks over to the girl, “I don’t mind at all.” He chuckles and grabs his bag, digging through it to find some play keys. He handed them down to the little girl and smiles when she takes them. 

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zlberres​:

@atlanta-rpgstarters​

Zelda followed the small  toddler around the playground area of the park as she ran round and round the play equiptment, ginger locks bouncing as her heavy little feet struck the ground. “Ems…” Zelda called out to her, giving her a small grin. “Em, Do you want to go down the slide?” she asked. The child giggled, running into her arms and she lifted her up onto her hip, babbling something in a high pitched voice to which Zelda hummed enthusiastically. “OH mhmm” she nodded. The girls chubby hands pointed towards the slide, and Zelda lifted her to sit on the top; kneeling at the bottom and smiled holding her arms out “Okay, Ready 3—2—1— GO” she said as Emorie very hesitantly scooted herself down. “Yay! good job” The woman said scooping her up before setting her back down onto the ground, exhaling a huff of air. This was birth control at its finest, chasing the girl all over the playground had her worn out, she looked down to see the girl toddling off to the main area of the park. “Fuck… Ems!” she yelled, going after her. Emorie had found a friend, patting on a strangers thigh. “I’m so sorry.” Zelda exhaled a laugh apologizing.

Pierre had brought his girl’s to the park to play. He had his week with them this week and he really was very thrilled to be able to take them out and hang out with them. He was sitting quietly, watching his girls play on the playground, taking turns pushing each other on the swings when he felt a little hand on his thigh. He laughs softly and smiles at the little girl, “Hi there, what’s your name?” he asks this before looking up at the woman who had followed the little girl over. “Shh, it’s okay. No worries. I have two little girls of my own.”

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corvibyrne​:

“Okay, okay, slow down,” Corvi looked up from his notebook, face furrowed in confusing.  “Are you trying to tell me you want this monstrosity tattooed on yourself, or that someone else got it tattooed on them?  Because if you want me to do that, you’re going to need to explain it in much more detail so I can get a sketch going, and we can tweak it along the way.”

@atlanta-rpgstarters​

Pierre laughs, shaking his head. “No, no... definitely don’t want this monstrosity tattooed on me. I do want to get a tattoo for my girls though, so something representing them.”

@corvibyrne​

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jadenlapointe​:

jaden had began to grow rather sad in his tone but , at the question about ezra , he instantly perked up . anything regarding that girl was like an injection of life into the boy that had otherwise lost touch . “ she’s .. god , she’s the best person on the planet , no offence to you or anything . she stuck by me throughout the whole thing even though we weren’t officially together . she was by my side when i was in a coma , held me and made sure the paramedics got to me in time . without her i’d be a goner for sure . she’s the most kind-hearted , beautiful , graceful and talented soul i’ve ever met and she’s the reason i even try and get better in the first place . if it was up to me i’d still be rotting away playing minecraft on my own , “ shaking his head the boy attempted to fix messy dark strands which , no matter how hard he tried , never seemed to sit flat , “ honestly it’s okay . i’m used to talking about all this , “

Pierre noted the tone change once Jaden was speaking about Ezra. He smiled as he spoke, listening to what he had to say about this girlfriend and really gaining a lot of insight to their relationship, especially since they were brought together by a tragedy. “Oh trust me, I am by no means the best person on the planet. I’m glad you have someone like that though. The support system you have will help foster a better therapeutic response from you. You should feel able to communicate your needs with her about your healing process.” He nods softly and then chuckles, “I know you’re used to talking about it but do you ever stop to think about how talking about your accident constantly makes you feel?”