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Post by vankiefer on Nov 22, 2010 17:01:02 GMT -5
 Sitting at his desk, Van sighed. It had been a long week already and it had only just begun. His schedule was packed, not that he minded; Van loved helping the kids here, it was just hard to be so far from home. He missed his parents and siblings.
Back home, Van was kind of a momma’s boy. Growing up he felt like he disappointed her so much that he had a lot to make up for now that he had gotten his shit together. But she was proud of him for coming here to help the kids who were as messed up as he used to be.
So he stayed, usually round clock, here to make sure everything stayed in line and no one needed him. It was a tedious job, but for some reason he loved it.
Van leaned back in his cushioned chair and put his feet up on his desk. He put his hands behind his head to support the weight and closed his eyes. He would just rest a moment before his next appointment. That way he wouldn’t be so exhausted.
Tag: Kat, Word Count: 190ish
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Post by kat on Nov 22, 2010 17:28:14 GMT -5
Kat had decided to finally go to therapy. They told her that she could take a week or two to get situated and use to her new surroundings and take time to get use to their system. She had decided that after a few days she was comfortable enough with her living situations that she would go to therapy. She hoped that the therapist wasn't a guy. She could only hope. She knocked on the door that she was told to go to. She hadn't gotten lost, but she was a bit early. She wasn't going to just enter in case they were there with another student. Unlike most others in this school she cared about the other students. WORDS ;; 115ish STATUS ;; Finished TAGGED ;; van james kiefer OUTFIT ;; hereNOTES ;;
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Post by vankiefer on Nov 25, 2010 0:07:38 GMT -5
Van had almost drifted off to sleep when he heard a knock on his door. He opened his eyes slowly thankful to have been woken up. He shouldn’t be sleeping right now anyways. Reaching over, he grabbed a hold of a file for the next patient he had. With the amount of patients he had, it was hard to keep up with who’s appointment was what day. Flipping through the pages of the girl’s folder he shook his head. A new girl who’s issue was men. Why would they give him this patient he wondered? Wouldn’t she be better fit with a female counselor as opposed to a man? I didn’t make a lot of sense to him but he would do what he could to make this girl feel comfortable talking to him. Hopefully he would be more of a help than a nuisance in her rehabilitation. “Come In” He called with his feet still on the table. |
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Post by kat on Nov 25, 2010 0:27:33 GMT -5
Her heart started racing. The person that had told her to come in had a masculine voice. Meaning it was probably a guy. She slowly turned the knob and opened the door. Inside sitting in a chair was a man. Great. she though. She moved over to one of the chairs and sat down. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. "Hello" she said softly, her accent showing heavily. She opened her eyes and sighed. Nothing she could do to change this. WORDS ;; 100ish STATUS ;; Finished TAGGED ;; van james keifer OUTFIT ;; hereNOTES ;; sorry its shit, literally i can't think of anything else
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Post by vankiefer on Nov 26, 2010 1:07:27 GMT -5
Van watched as the young woman sat down across from him. He could feel the nerves coming off of her in waves. Letting his legs drop from his desk he put an easy going smile on his face and picked up a pen. "Hello" He responded keeping his smile in place and attempting to make eye contact. He wanted this woman to feel as comfortable as possible. "My name is Van Kiefer but you can just call me Van if you would like. Are you Katarina?" He asked softly after checking her file to make sure he was getting the name right. |
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Post by kat on Nov 26, 2010 1:24:18 GMT -5
Kat watched as he dropped his legs from the table. She took another deep breath. She heard him talk and she briefly looked up at him, before returning her gaze back down. H... hello" she said softly. She finally made eye contact with him. She watched as he checked something real quick before asking her name. "Yes she said her accent still very thick and still looking at him. She was shaking, that was noticeable, but what wasn't, was her heart was racing. WORDS ;; 100ish STATUS ;; Finished TAGGED ;; van james kiefer OUTFIT ;; hereNOTES ;;
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Post by vankiefer on Dec 2, 2010 10:56:16 GMT -5
Van watched the girl, Katarina, carefully. She was obviously uncomfortable. It was radiating off of her from where she sat. He sighed with a soft smile resting on his lips.
Slowly he put the girls file back on to the table and leaned back in his chair. Taking a deep breath, which he held for a moment before letting it back out again, he though about what he could do for her. Having never dealt with this particular phobia before, Van was a bit out of his element. What would be best for the girl? Should he just go get a female counselor for her? No, he decided, he could handle this. Van would do whatever it took to make this girl more comfortable around men.
"How can I make this more comfortable for you?" He asked kindly. It was unfair to this girl to give her a male counselor. She was obviously afraid of him and he honestly wasn't sure how to make her more comfortable
(Sry its so short but I figured getting something out is better than nothing.). |
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Post by kat on Dec 4, 2010 2:29:00 GMT -5
  Kat closed her eyes. She didn’t want to be here after the whole incident that had happened at the party, but they wanted her to go to therapy especially now. Something about Jason finding her made them not choose him as he counselor. She just didn’t understand why they didn’t let her go to a female counselor. Wouldn’t that be the better solution? Not in Hawthorne. When he asked her what would make it more comfortable she sighed. She didn’t know what he could do. She had began trusting guys again, and then one had to go ruin it. Again. It seemed to be a regular occurrence for people to ruin something that she was working towards. From being abused to raped, nothing would change what she felt about guys now. ”Do you even know why they sent me here? I was fine just getting sent on trips and talking to counselors on the bus. That was my therapy time. Something changed, did they tell you?” she asked quietly. She wanted to know if they told him what happened. What had occurred the one time she told a guy no here. She couldn’t trust them here anymore. WORDS ;; 200ish STATUS ;; Finished TAGGED ;; van jame kiefer OUTFIT ;; hereNOTES ;;
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Post by vankiefer on Dec 4, 2010 13:00:59 GMT -5
Van watched the girl as she sighed and then spoke. He had not expected her to even start talking yet, let alone, talk so much. He figured they would play the quiet game for a while just like so many people before her. In fact, he had not expected to hear her actually talk for at least another session or two.
The difference between this girl and so many before her was that she wanted help. Whether she knew it or not, she wanted someone to talk to. Sure, she would have preferred a female, he didn't blame her for that, but at least she wanted help. Most of the kids Van had seen so far at this school thought that there was nothing wrong with them and even if something was wrong, they didn't want help for it. It was refreshing to see someone crying out for help.
"Tell me what happened" he said gently. Sure whatever she was about to say was probably in her file, but Van found it to be more helpful to hear it from the kids point of view. So often, the files only told things from the adult point of view and completely left out what the kids were thinking in the situation. Van liked to hear what the other side had to say.
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Post by kat on Dec 4, 2010 14:05:24 GMT -5
Kat closed her eyes when he told her to tell him what happened. By now all the teachers and staff had to know about the party. Especially after Jason had found her. She took a deep breath and let it out as she opened her eyes. She was playing with the edge of her tank top. The lace was still in tact, but she was running her fingers along the design, tracing it. ”At the party I went to the fitness room. Some boy ended up coming in. Me and Jason had made some progress when I was able to visit the city. I was still weary around other students, I know I can’t trust them. He came in and forced me to have sex with him. At a simple little party that everyone was having fun at, I was busy being raped. Jason was the one that found me.” she said softly. She didn’t let her gaze ever waiver from her shirt. She wasn’t going to trust guys again for a while. That’s probably why she was with a male counselor. They wanted someone she could trust, even if it was a guy. She didn’t want to trust anyone with a ‘Y’ chromosome. They were no good anyways. WORDS ;; 200ish STATUS ;; Finished TAGGED ;; van james keifer OUTFIT ;; hereNOTES ;;
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