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[If not, he'll provide directions to the clinic for C to use.]
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[And hours later, Charles will show up, oblivious to his aching legs and carrying his usual black gloves instead of wearing them. If he was in his right mind, he would have thought about the fact that they don't know what one another looks like and set something like a signal up, but...oh well! He's used to speaking with receptionists, anyway, and he can explain that he's C to whoever immediately strikes him as an employee. C's here to get his brain seen.
He still looks fairly human, all things considered, with just some darker spots along the sides of his face, neck, and presumably continuing down. his arms, back, and legs as well. His nails look a touch stronger, and his canines are slightly elongated...but that's about it. The yellow in his eyes is normal for him, so whoops, that doesn't count as an indication of monsterhood in his mind.]
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His office is pretty standard and about what one might expect of a therapist, save for maybe the books on the shelf including more than just the standard psychology fair. Danny smiles and offers a wave from where hes preparing coffee here.]
Hello! It wouldn't be too presumptuous to assume that you're C, would it?
[Given that... yeah, we forgot to ask what he looked like, didn't we.]
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Not at all. Though I guess the first thing to straighten out would be that my name is Charles... I don't use it online, if I can help it. Nice to meet you in person, Dr. Danny~ Forgive me if I'm a little rusty, it's been a long time since spoke with a psychiatrist.
[His tone lacks any apprehension he would normally have about admitting any of this, though. He's ready!!!]
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It's a pleasure to meet you in person too, Charles. Feel free to take a seat whenever you're ready... oh, do you want something to drink? I'm making coffee, but I can also make tea if you prefer.
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Anything is fine. Don't worry yourself too much over me...at least not for that part. Wait until you hear something really concerning, hm?
[He takes the offered seat, primly crossing one leg over the other and taking a moment to study his surroundings. What an interesting setting for this scene...]
I know you said you try not to delve into medication, but I am curious about the state of such things here... Fluanxol, for example. Is that or something similar available here?
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I believe I may have something here that's similar, yes. Thankfully, myself and some colleagues here were able to procure a few things that can be used as a substitute for most conditions. For example, one of my patients takes medication to treat schizophrenia, in addition to their therapy sessions with me.
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Ah, so you already have experience with schizophrenic patients. That makes this a lot easier. It's only one of my problems, but I don't mind the others so much, usually. [that's just what you wanna hear right]
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Really? Did you want to talk about it? Or about the others?
[Anything that Charles wants to start with first is fine by him.]
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"Want" is a strong word... I suppose it's more...that I've felt for a while now that it's something I should do, because that's what someone better than me would be doing, to keep their life together. But thinking about it all over again, after so long... It's tiring, isn't it? And I was probably afraid. So I decided to take advantage of this very quiet spell I seem to be having.
[Charles lowers his eyes again to offer a small smile, then leans to pick up his coffee and take a sip.]
Most days... I'm doing at least ten unthinkable things right now, I imagine. But it's quiet, and it's always been the noise that makes everything else so much more...more.
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This noise that you're talking about... what does it normally sound like, if you don't mind my asking?
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It depends. If a wall is made of meat, it will squelch and smell like meat. If I'm in a crowded area, it might be a class of students whispering around me. If something is dirty, maybe a family of cockroaches is hoping to breed and expand inside it. Mother likes for me to do my best. But...
[Even under the music taking away his cares, he's much more subdued. Scarlett beat him down too many times over to be jovial when talking about.]
My sister. That's the one I'm afraid of making a return.
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I see... what's her name? And what is it that she does or says that causes you to be afraid of her?
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Scarlett. She's...cruel, and she makes rules. If I waste the life I've been given, if I don't live according to her standards, then I don't get to sleep, or eat. I already hurt myself and need to make things clean, but she makes it worse, and will laugh while I do it, or hit me instead. Almost threw me out a window, once...but I think it was more about getting me to obey her again. I needed to study. I never studied enough for her.
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... And also because Danny is the type of person who will file this information away in the event Charles gives him a reason to use it against him someday. (I'm so sorry)]
Oh my, that is cruel. Have you still been seeing or hearing her even in this place? And if so, is there anything you've done in the past that helped to keep her from appearing?
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[also it would be a Big Stress for Fran and just not advisable in general, but he doesn't care about that right now.]
I haven't seen her like that in a while, but it's been a while since I was alive... I'd like to stay ahead of it if I can.