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Post by music on Jan 24, 2011 23:14:54 GMT -5
So, first real day on the job. He sighed, the next time those damned people tell him he's to moderate the school chat, well they can shove it up their asses. He'd never do that again as long as he lived. He resided in his office which looked about as much like an office as did a bedroom. His desk was tossed in one corner as if it didn't matter that all those important documents were sitting there. Opposite the desk was a cot, talk about taking his job seriously the guy made sure he'd be taking up residence in his office as well. Beside the cot was a large open window, overlooking the school grounds and the woodlands beyond. Quite a view if he didn't say so himself. Below the window was a box with whatever belongings he still had. Then a TV, below it three of the cutting edge game systems of the day.
Nintendo Wii, Xbox 360, and a PS3 all in one room. What a guy's playground this was. He couldn't afford a real apartment just yet and he had salvaged what he could in texas before making his break up here which was a challenge when you were being hunted down by four rival gangs of yours. But for now, he reclined in a bean bag chair and idled his time away be tuning his electric guitar that he loved. It had to be sometime around midday by now and it was just after lunch, this was when his first patient was to meet with him. Patient's name? Age? Gender? He didn't know. He didn't bother reading anything on them, they'd tell him what they wished to and open up more as time went along. That was the way he worked, and perhaps he may pay for that and maybe he wouldn't. Nodding as he tuned his electric guitar he smiled in satisfaction when he heard a knock. The behemoth six foot ten inch man rolled his eyes and called out to whoever was knocking;
"The door's unlocked, just come in!"
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Post by victoria hope jean on Jan 25, 2011 15:22:15 GMT -5
 
Hope wasn't ready for this, she didn't want to see a counselor yet. She had a feeling that it would bring back all of those memories and she wouldn't be able to handle it. She had a certain time that she had to meet her counselor, so she spent the rest of her time in the music room, playing on the baby grande piano that they had in the back. When she finished the song, she let out a sigh and looked at the time on her phone. It was almost time for her to go to counseling. Great... She stood up from the piano and made her way out of the music room. She wasn't looking forward to this. Hell, who would? Yeah, she wanted to get better, but she didn't like talking about her problems, or her past. It was embarrassing to her. Her problems were what people would think to be attention seeking, but she didn't do that at all. No one knew that she was doing what she did, or thought what she thought. How could that count as being an attention seeker? It just ticked her off when people said that about her.
Finally, she made it to the therapy rooms, and she stood outside her counselors door for some time. Not really wanting to go in. She didn't know what to expect, she didn't know how this counselor acted or anything. She bit down on her bottom lip and finally knocked softly on the door. When she heard the masculine voice, she hesitated for a moment, thinking that maybe she should run for it. Go back to her dorm and just skip therapy, but that wouldn't be very nice, now would it? He was getting paid to do this. Let him do his job. Finally, she opened the door, quietly, and stepped inside the room. She closed the door behind her and looked over at the counselor. Very muscular, he wasn't what she suspected a counselor to look like at all. She noticed the guitar and a small smile came to her lips for a moment. Well, atleast they had one thing in common; they both liked guitar. It was silent for a moment, before she decided to speak, "Um, hi," she said, giving him a small wave of her hand, "I'm H-.. Victoria?" She didn't know if he'd read her file yet or not. It felt weird saying that her name was Victoria when she's gone by Hope for so long. She'd probably tell him that when they got to talking more.
tagged. Mike
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credits. carolyn's sweet blasphemy *
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Post by music on Jan 25, 2011 15:59:00 GMT -5
Victoria Eh? He raised a brow and then chuckled as she nervously walked in. Stepping towards her he extended a hand, "Just call me Mike." he replied as an introduction. Just your average hand shake and name exchange. No dude in a suit sitting behind a desk looking through files. Nah, Mike was not like that and never would be looking at her file. As much as the higher ups encouraged it, he wasn't going to do that. It was just like looking at someone's diary or whatever, the file had a lot of personal information that he guessed she didn't want someone who was a complete stranger looking at. Looking to Victoria he gestured to a second bean bag chair and said, "I don't bite, come on, make yourself comfortable, we're supposed to chat for an hour." as he sat back down on his respective chair he then looked at his electric guitar and smiled a bit. There were a lot of memories attached to that single object, hell with every object there was in this entire room.
"If you're not comfortable with talking about yourself first, I'll tell you a little about me if you want. We're supposed to get to know each other so, open communication on both ends is key eh?" he gave her a rather fatherly grin before reclining backwards and yawning. About Mike? He was a high school dropout that was involved with drugs, alcohol, prostitution (not as one, but he played a part in it.), Gang violence and a whole lot more. A regular human fuck up as many would call him, but maybe it was that very reason that the school hired him. He was someone that could identify with the students more than just the professors that studied in some fancy college and has some piece of paper proving it. To him that meant absolutely nothing, what worked was when the kid could find someone who'd been in the same situation, or similar predicaments.
"By the way, Victoria, that name doesn't sound like what you would normally call yourself. You can give me a nickname. I couldn't care less what the file says about you. You can tell me what you want at your own pace." He didn't know why she was here, she would tell him when she felt comfortable. He was assured of that and maybe he could set an example for those pompous asses with their college degrees on how to help kids like these. You cant help a kid by reciting words from a book, the only way you can help them is putting your heart and soul into what do you and what you say. It was like being a parent in a way, which was ironic considering he'd lost his son and his wife in a gang turf war. An Assassination that was supposed to have left him a dead body on the street, but instead left his innocent wife and son buried in the local cemetery back in Houston.
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Post by victoria hope jean on Jan 25, 2011 16:55:10 GMT -5
Mike didn't seem anything like she expected from a counselor. She always thought that a counselor would be a wearing a suit, staying behind their desk with her file in their hand. She took his extended hand and shook it. Her eyes glanced over his office and her eyebrows rose slightly. Yeah, this definitely wasn't what she expected. Ofcourse, this was her first time being to see a counselor, so she didn't know what to expect. She shouldn't really make assumptions before going somewhere or meeting someone. She shook her head of the thoughts, and then remembered that she didn't show any manners towards the man. Her mother had always taught her that she had to say that it was nice to meet someone, even if it wasn't. Her mother was always about manners. If she didn't do something right, she would get in trouble for it, "It's um.. It's nice to meet you," she said quietly.
After she'd said that, she took a seat in the bean bag chair that he showed her, relaxing slightly. A bean bag chair.. Yeah, this was definitely different from what she imagined. She thought she'd have to sit in one of those uncomfortable chairs, and just automatically have to answer his questions or talk about her past. So far, none of that has happened. Thank God for that, she wouldn't have liked that at all. When he started talking again, she nodded her head with a soft smile, "That would help me alot, if you did that," her history was something that she didn't like to be brought up first. It was kind of hard for her to talk about, even though she'd already told Kobby about it. But she trusted Kobby, so that's why she told him. To Cameron, her history was interesting. But she didn't see how. Many girls had been raped on this earth. Yes, she had been raped. She had gone to a party with her brother, and she'd been raped by his best friend. On her birthday. After it happened, she tried to tell her brother but he didn't believe her, but believed Alex instead. Then came the teasing, because Alex had said that she begged for it and that she was nothing but a fat whore.
Could you see why it was hard to tell people that story? It hurt her to think about it, because she lost all contact with her brother after all of that had happened. She shook her head of the thoughts, not wanting to think of the memories. She looked back over at him and gave him a smile, glad that he wasn't going to push her into saying anything about her past. She was afraid that someone, her counselor to be more exact, would have pushed her to talk about what happened to her. But that wasn't how you did things, that only made a student dislike you even more. "I go by Hope," She said simply to him, glad that she didn't have to go by her first name with him. She hated her first name, there were just so many people that go by that name. She didn't know many people that went by Hope, plus she thought that her middle name had more meaning anyway. She was glad her mother had the decency to give her a middle name like that. Oh, how she missed her mom.. She couldn't wait to go back to Houston to see her. She was one of the only reasons she wanted to go back.
tagged. Mike
outfit. click.
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credits. carolyn's sweet blasphemy *
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Post by music on Jan 25, 2011 19:47:44 GMT -5
He chuckled, she was a shyer girl than he expected, but it was fine. All in all it'd work out. "A pleasure to meet you as well." he was a typical southern gentleman to be exact, after what he had done and forced his family and friends through he promised them he'd straighten up and make a real change in the world, or at least attempt it. So why not start here, and then branch out farther. His mind wandered to the people in his family that still remained, his mother the heartbroken woman that watched his sixteen year old son live a life of crime and everything she had never wanted for him. His father calling him a disgrace and ignorant to how his decisions had affected his mother. He could see now, only now did he realize what his choices did to them. In retrospect he regretted it all, his downward spiral had put them through hell and it hurt to know that down in Texas he would never be able to live his life. He was a marked man and would always be marked for the rest of his life.
"If it makes you feel better, then I'll be welcome to tell you about myself." He sat and thought for a moment, "Well growing up until I was around fourteen to sixteen I was your average kid until highschool hit. I started hanging with a bad crowd, got myself addicted to more kinds of drugs than I care to count or name. Through the drugs I got involved with a whole lot of Gang activity and dropped out of highschool in order to stay loyal to my gang. Turf wars were common and even more so were drug wars, and I grew up in that." He laughed, "Your average piece of human wreckage as some people call me. Anway, I got myself settled down a bit, married a beautiful woman and had a son. Great life for a year until in an assassination plot against me, a rival gang killed my wife and son, and I was arrested. I did my time in jail, got out, packed up whatever still belonged to me and well here I am." he laughed a bit at the irony. "Its pretty funny, as a teenager I should've been sent here but I didnt get sent here and well, I made a lot of wrong decisions. Instead now I work here and am trying to make sure kids who are like the way I was not make those same dumb mistakes."She wanted to know and he wouldnt hide. "That's a bit about me and how I ended up here. Heh, surprised Im not one of those pompous lab coat wearing formal dudes who go by the book?"
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Post by victoria hope jean on Jan 27, 2011 14:35:29 GMT -5
She was acting very shy, and sometimes she was, but not lately. So having that shy feeling some over her was weird for her, she didn't like it. As she listened to his story, she thought of her brother. No, he wasn't in a gang, but he did get into many things that could get him into all sorts of trouble. He was the one that was addicted to drugs and would do all sorts of things around their town. He was fine until he hit highschool and met Alex. They used to do everything together; play games, play guitar, ride horses. She missed it terribly, but she knew that that was the old him and he wasn't going to come back anytime soon. She shook her head of the thoughts and kept listening to his story. she began to feel really bad for him. He seemed like such a good guy, and although he'd done some not so nice things, his family hadn't deserved to die. She couldn't even imagine the pain that he must have went through.
Hope smiled lightly at him at his ending question and nodded, "Surprised, yes, but I'm glad you're not. They'd keep trying to pry and that's just something I wouldn't be able to handle," Sure, the people probably meant no harm whenever they did that, but alot of kids here couldn't handle that kind of counseling. She'd rather be eased into it, if nothing else. Her eyes searched the room for a moment, taking it all in. She loved that he wasn't like any ordinary counselor, he seemed like he could understand some of these kids better, too. Her brown orbs landed on the guitar again, and she smile, before gesturing to it, "You play? That's really cool," She said, her eyes looking over the guitar. It wasn't as good as piano, to her, but she still loved to play.
tagged. Mike
outfit. click.
notes. yeah, this post sucks like.. majorly. I'm sorry.
credits. carolyn's sweet blasphemy *
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