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Post by Alastor on Sept 7, 2012 22:58:07 GMT -5
It was a hailing day, with May and Max having gone to the local therapy clinic do to April's recent death, and the story around it. May was the first to go in, shyly going into the room with her rabbit jacket on...
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Post by Penny on Sept 7, 2012 23:27:04 GMT -5
The room May entered was... cute, to say the least. It was plushy, filled with stuffed animals, beanbag chairs, giraffes on the walls, cute things hanging from the ceiling and a big TV with different game systems off to the side. In the middle of the room was a desk, with a plaque stating 'Dr. James W. King - Child Psychologist.'
The man behind the desk was middle aged, overweight and of African American descent. He looked rather serious as May walked in to take a seat.
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Post by Alastor on Sept 7, 2012 23:28:51 GMT -5
...To say May was surprised by the room's lay out was saying the least, looking around as she took a seat. "...Hi..." She squeaked lowly.
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Post by Penny on Sept 7, 2012 23:44:01 GMT -5
"Hello," The man replied. His voice was deep, but not so low it was uncomfortable to listen to- it actually was quite pleasant. "What's your name?"
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Post by Alastor on Sept 7, 2012 23:44:46 GMT -5
"May." The little girl replied.
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Post by Penny on Sept 7, 2012 23:45:36 GMT -5
"May? And how old are you, May?"
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Post by Alastor on Sept 7, 2012 23:46:29 GMT -5
"Eight."
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Post by Penny on Sept 7, 2012 23:47:30 GMT -5
"Alright." He wrote a few things down. "Can you tell me more about yourself, May?"
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Post by Alastor on Sept 7, 2012 23:48:05 GMT -5
"Like what?" She asked.
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Post by Penny on Sept 7, 2012 23:49:08 GMT -5
"Just in general. Your family, your school, what you like..."
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Post by Alastor on Sept 7, 2012 23:52:43 GMT -5
"Uhhh..." May began to think, trying to focus her thoughts into words. "Well, I have a big brother an' lotsa aunts... My mommy died recently, though..."
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Post by Penny on Sept 7, 2012 23:54:21 GMT -5
"Oh? He looked at her then, sympathy in his voice. "You want to talk about it?"
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Post by Alastor on Sept 7, 2012 23:59:08 GMT -5
"Not really..." The girl squeaked lowly.
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Post by Penny on Sept 8, 2012 0:03:36 GMT -5
"Is there anything you DO want to talk about?"
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Post by Alastor on Sept 8, 2012 0:05:04 GMT -5
"Not really..." She replied again, in the same shy, squeaky tone.
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Post by Penny on Sept 8, 2012 0:09:21 GMT -5
The man gave a small sigh, moving out from his desk to come and sit nearby- on a small inflatable piggy that squeaked as he sat.
"You're gonna have to talk sometime." He sounded more serious then.
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Post by Alastor on Sept 8, 2012 0:21:55 GMT -5
"I don't have anythin' to talk about, Doctor..."
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Post by Penny on Sept 8, 2012 0:33:21 GMT -5
"Trust me, Mousey... Y'wouldn't be here if you didn't."
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Post by Alastor on Sept 8, 2012 0:36:06 GMT -5
"Well... I get made fun of a lot at school..."
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Post by Penny on Sept 8, 2012 0:37:43 GMT -5
"How does that make you feel?"
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