everything hurts

make it stop

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octavixsldn:

“Well, it’s nice to meet you… for future reference, I guess. I’m Octavius, by the way. So you might not look like a therapist, but that whole thing is pretty freaking badass, though-.”

“Oct-tavius . . . It-t’s nice to meet y-you. U-Um, thank-ks . . although, I’d r-rather be without-t it. N-Never g-get a full-b-body t-tattoo.”

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c3rise:

“I see… I’m sorry but I do need to ask. Are you feeling well?”

“I-- Yes, I a-am.I know I'm young, a-and--” He paused, running his fingers over a few lines of the tattoo across his face. “--I d-don’t look lik-ke a therapist, b-but I’m s-sure of it.”

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jetfueledjanet:

“Technically it’s an initialism,” she corrected him. Jet had knowledge on a few topics and her name was one of them. “Some people say an abbreviation, but that’s things like Mr. or Dr.”

“I see . . Well, u-um-- that’s c-cool too,” he said, not used to people correcting him so suddenly. Although it may not have been meant to sound as such, he took it to have been said with aggressive intent.

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isabelleloverson:

“Holy fuck,” the blonde muttered under her breath, shocked, and turned to not face the boy. “- no, I’m ok.”

“I, u-um-- sorry. I hope I d-didn’t fright-ten you.”

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lacey–gray-everette:

Lacey took a step back, lowering her eyes. “No…” she squeaked, “I… I was just looking….” the rest of the words tapered to an inaudible sound.

“You d-don’t have to be sc-cared . . I promise I”m n-nicer than I look, by a lot.”

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jetfueledjanet:

“That’s a cool name,” Jet replied. People in Eichen seemed to have more interesting names than people on the outside. It was odd, like all the loonies were marked with the distinction of a uncommon name.

“Thank-ks-- Jet’s a p-pretty cool name t-too,” he said, flashing her a small, shy smile. Even though she was the only patient he’d met so far, she seemed nice - far from the psychotic murderers he’d dealt with in the past.

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octavixsldn:

“Oh, sorry. I was just - yeah. I don’t need anything… Thanks, though.”

“A-Alright, if you s-say so. No p-problem . . . I’m, uh, one of th-the therapists here, even though I d-don’t look it, so if you d-do, don’t be afraid to come ask-k . . . ”

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octavixsldn:

“Sorry, what?”

“I-I, um, ask-ked if you n-needed s-something . . . ”

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jetfueledjanet:

With a nod she followed behind her new therapist. Jet wrapped her arms around her ribs. “What’s your name?” she asked after a short period of silence.

"Oh, c-crap-- I n-never told you. Sorry. It-t’s Doct-tor Mercury-- or Ignatius, or Iggy. What-tever you’d lik-ke, really.” His stutter made it seem like he was nervous to be walking through the asylum, and he wasn’t sure whether it was that, or just the fact that he was naturally a nervous person.

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jetfueledjanet:

Jet was going to decline, but Thaddeus wasn’t in her room that evening and the last thing she needed was a stint in ISO. “Uh– yeah, that’d be cool.”

“A-Alright . . . R-Room 306, right? J-Just, um . . f-follow me, I g-guess.”

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jetfueledjanet:

“Yeah,” she returned his smile with a tired one. “I should probably go. Rounds are soon..”

“I c-can walk you b-back t-to your room, if y-you’d like. You won’t-t g-get into t-trouble that way, if a-anyone finds you . . . ”

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jetfueledjanet:

“Makes sense, I guess.” She had never had a job anywhere close to a therapist, but getting ahead seemed reasonable. “Most people call me Jet by the way. Just for future reference, ‘yknow.”

“Jet-t-- from your, um, i-initials? That-t’s interest-ting; I’ve n-never heard of a-anyone doing that b-before,” he said, managing half a smile.

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jetfueledjanet:

“Thanks,” Jet offered a weak smile. “Why uh– what are you doing here this late anyway?”

“I was look-king over all th-the files-- t-trying to get c-caught up. My first-t day isn’t-t really unt-til tomorrow, but I thought-t I should t-try and get ahead.”

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jetfueledjanet:

“This whole place is kind of extreme..”

“I g-guess so, but-- d-don’t worry; I’m n-not like that. I know how it f-feels . .at least-t, some of it.”

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jetfueledjanet:

“Yeah, that’s me,” she confirmed. “That sounds a lot better than isolation.”

“Isolation, f-for . . for being out aft-ter curfew? That-t’s-- a lot. Kind-da extreme . . D-Don’t worry;you won’t-t get isolation for th-this,” he said, remembering his own short stints in ISO.

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jetfueledjanet:

“M’name’s Jet–” she paused before correcting herself. “–Janet. M’name’s Janet.”

“Janet . . T-Tailler? Yeah, I’m y-your therapist-- if you’d like, we c-can forget about this whole . . uh, situation . . . Start f-fresh at your f-first session.”

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jetfueledjanet:

Her eyes cast down as she picked at her nails. Her lips pulled into a small, forced smile. “I don’t know. I had Zelazny for a while, then the Russian woman. They don’t really keep me well informed ‘round here.” 

“Well, if you t-tell me your name, I c-can tell you . . . There’s only t-two therapists now, s-so if you’re n-not mine, you’re Mister Darr’s.”