shsl psychiatrist

  ❝ kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep. ❞ / indie danganronpa oc.

[psychiatriie]

( theketchupspy‌ )

“Indeed,” Gemüse stated simply.  Although there was no malice in this response, it wasn’t exactly friendly or open, either.  He folded his arms behind him, gaze focused near, but not quite on, the woman before him.  Perhaps his mind decided to wander to other things he would rather not think of.  

He shook his head.  

“Um, yeah.  I figured.  I’d have to talk to HR about getting that for you–” he paused there.  Wasn’t really sure of how to continue.  He shook his head.  “I imagine you’d be roped into a ton of NDAs.  But the Agency would probably pay you well for it, if they chose you.”

THE RATHER COLD RECEPTION caused Kayla to shuffle nervously in her seat. Maybe he didn’t exactly enjoy the psychiatrist’s company. Instead, she just hastily reached over to take a sip of her coffee and glanced over a few of the words in her book. 

❝ What exactly would my job be? I’d rather know before I’m... ‘roped’ into anything. ❞ SHE TRIED TO TURN HER OWN VOICE A LITTLE COLDER, yet laced itself with the uncertainty screaming in her head.

❝ And besides... am I definitely the best person for the job? You... work for a spy agency if my mind doesn’t fail me. Are there no specially trained therapists working for your agency? ❞

[psychiatriie]

( @mechagym - here )

❝ Souda-san, I need you to try and take deep breaths, ❞ KAYLA SAT AT HER DESK, sympathetic eyes gazing in his line of vision. THE METHODS IN HER HEAD SWIRLED AS SHE TRIED TO FIND THE CORRECT WORDS TO BRING DOWN A PANIC ATTACK. She had experienced a few in her lifetime--and the few times she had it was as if her world was closing over and her throat was on fire, desperate for oxygen.

NO BULLSHITTING, NO DISTRACTION, JUST COMFORT. She was his psychiatrist after all.

❝ I know it feels like you can’t but I can assure you it’ll ease. Your father isn’t here, it’s just me. I won’t hurt you, okay? I’m here to help, actually. There’s no threat here--you’re safe, there’s no reason to be afraid. ❞ Her voice laced with concern--something rather uncommon given her usually stoic behaviour while on the job.

[rpmusings-galore]

                 I know it hurts                        It’s hard to breathe sometimes                                      These nights are long                                 You’ve lost the will to… f i g h t

[lukekirby]

me

[psychiatriie]

( theketchupspy‌ )

“Darling, I’ve already been through therapy.”  Gemüse grinned patiently, cocking his head and passing the information along casually.  He wasn’t bothered by the questioning; he could tell that it came from a good place.

He paused though, expression shifting into a thoughtful tilt.  “Trauma affects everyone differently, as I’m sure you’re aware.  I assure you, I was not bothered by my training.”

He wasn’t lying; he’d seen Rookies fall apart under the training, but he was not one of them.  He was fairly certain that was the purpose of the training; to see who could endure it.  “For me, it was the sudden onset of lupus combined with murdering someone for the first time.  Put me out of commission for a while.”

Now, he was just flat messing with her.  She seemed to roll along with everything else he said; he was curious to see how she’d handle a casual admission of murder.

WELL... as long as he had. Therefore, she somewhat dropped that argument--he DID seem to be in sound enough condition--no nervous tics, no underlying trauma from what she could tell, well, either that or she was not picking up on it. That thought alone almost seemed to tie a knot in her stomach--NO, surely she would notice it.

What ALSO tied a knot in her stomach was the casual admission to murder. Such a confession clearly unsettled the psychiatrist as she shuffled awkwardly in her seat, eyes straying away from the spy. WELL NOW, she seemed to genuinely buy into what he was saying--and due to that, she was willing to do anything to get out of this situation. FUNNY ENOUGH, she had dealt with a few clients who eventually admitted to their crimes in the past. Never once had she dealt with an outright admission about ten minutes into meeting.

❝ M--Murder? ❞ HER NAIVE NATURE LED HER TO GENERALLY GET MESSED WITH when out of a work setting. ❝ Well... o--okay, about that lupus--ah... I’ve heard about that, uh... I assume you are getting treatment for that, yes? ❞

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[ohbeauregard]

[metal-stina]

[psychiatriie]

( @liersymphcny - starter )

Having worked in psychiatry for a few years, Kayla was well versed in the inner workings of others. READING EMOTIONS seemed to be a blessing and a curse--but sometimes it helped to talk about it. She couldn’t give out any personal information--BESIDES, WHO WOULD SHARE THAT EVEN IF IT WASN’T A PART OF PATIENT CONFIDENTIALITY--but she could find the time to vaguely recall the craziness that had taken place behind her walls.

❝ Oh, believe me... not much you can tell me is shocking. I’ve been working in psychiatry for a while--in fact, I bet what you can tell me won’t surprise me. Give it your best shot. ❞

[psychiatriie]

( theketchupspy‌ )

“Hey.  We’ve already met, haven’t we?  In this same general area, too.”  He gave a small nod to the woman, but his expression stayed neutral, small lines of exhaustion woven into his face.  “This is probably unprofessional, but you’re not taking new patients, by chance?  It’s not for me.”

He wasn’t going to go into details about what had happened and it had mostly been covered up, but it wasn’t by any means pretty.  

It also wasn’t his job to be recruiting people for this purpose, but HR was swamped on a regular day, so if he could maybe ease their workload a little with a reference, he’d do so.  

Sometimes, sitting in a familiar coffee shop worked just fine to relax on a day off. AT LEAST, Kayla had come to that conclusion as she sat at the table and watched life pass her by as she flicked through the pages of her book, a cup of coffee sitting next to her. SHE WASN’T EXPECTING TO MEET ANYBODY yet she looked up with a raised eyebrow to greet a somewhat familiar face. It really was a small world, right?

❝ Ahh, yes, we have. Gemüse, if I’m not mistaken? ❞ she questioned, offering the spy a somewhat warm smile. SHE WAS CAUTIOUS AROUND HIM--and you couldn’t blame her considering the fact that he had so casually admitted to murder. ❝ Yeah--I’m always accepting new clients. I’d need a referral through booking an appointment from my clinic--who would this be in reference to, if not for you? ❞

[bob-belcher]

[jakeyjohnson]

New Girl rewatch → 1x09, The 23rd

I have a really bad case of Santa lap.

[psychiatriie]

Kayla Canon: She struggles with honorifics. She’ll consistently mix up when to use -sama, -san, -chan and -kun and will often interchange these in conversation. Since she’s still learning to fluently speak the language, this will be a common practice in threads.

[psychiatriie]

( crushed-by-expectations‌ )

📚 - The approaching footsteps were drowned out by his own thoughts, so the voice startled him the first time he heard it, arm jerking in a half motion to protect himself. He forced himself to relax his shoulders, though he couldn’t quite hide the confusion at the honorific he’s being addressed with. 

-san? Not only was it something he’d never used heard someone use for a child before, it’s completely unfitting for someone like him, even if they were the same age….he wasn’t just a failure anymore, he had become a demon himself with all the damage he had done…

hm. It’s not good of him to start thinking so negatively before this had even begun. He was only to make her job harder, and he’d left her in silence for too long. Hands fold across his lap politely, giving a nod. 

“I appreciate the leniency. You’re far too kind. I am….ready.”

As ready as he’d ever be for this, anyways. Even if he had to keep his eyes closed to keep his nerves from getting to him. 

Kayla’s eyes flashed slightly with remorse for being so stoic with him. HE WAS A CHILD and no matter the atrocity a child was impressionable, new to the world. Nagisa barely had a life to live before the tragedy yet according to information she had been given by Future Foundation in the interest of rehabilitation, he had committed so much.

YET QUICKLY, she found herself giving the unamused expression she found so comforting when it came for performing her work. ❝ Well, I have to run basic tests in order for you to receive the best treatments. ❞

HER FINGERS TAPPED GENTLY against the finger, trying to figure out where to even start. From reviewing his files it was clear that there was a LOT to cover to get into the inner psyche of the child who sat before her--who had jerked his arm up to defend himself when all she had done was walk past. Clearly there was some sort of underlying past trauma--but she doubted it would come up on the first session.

❝ Let’s start with why you’re here. Can you tell me why you’re here, Shingetsu...-san? ❞

[psychiatriie]

💙?

( peer into my muse’s memory – accepting )

💙- A sad memory that makes them cry

KAYLA WAS USUALLY A PERSON WHO WAS ABLE TO KEEP HER STOIC ATTITUDE. At least, the majority of the time. Even throughout high school generally it was hard to read Kayla’s emotions. That all happened to change with one major event.

Autumn had been found lying on the bathroom, an empty bottle of medication in her hand. Seemed she had downed the lot. Yet Kayla silently hoped for her survival. Prayed. Yet the worst seemed to come in the form of two simple words.

❝ She’s dead. ❞

Her eyes widened in shock. It was as if time had slowed down and a feeling of numb enclosed over her body. Immediately her mind seemed to detach from the situation, nodding and continuing her day. SHE WASN’T AN EMOTIONLESS MONSTER--but how else were you meant to take the news of your girlfriend’s suicide? 

Yet lying in bed in your room that night with your mother sitting at your bedside offering deafened words of comfort seemed to bring out the raw reality of the situation. Tears formed in her eyes until all she could see was a blur. She felt sick. She felt sick! SHE FELT SICK! There was no way she could be gone.

Autumn Smith was an incredible human being. Nobody could even begin to compare in Kayla’s eyes. And to lose her to a fate so terrible? The tears streamed down her face as a sickening wail erupted from her throat.

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