Sara :33
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Thread Topic: Sara :33
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Name: Vincent Rhell
Age: 17
Looks: Vincent has raven black hair, and very, very light blue-gray eyes. He is pale, for being too scared to leave the house. He has bags under his eyes, often too scared to fall asleep. His arms are skinny and without muscle, and his legs as well. He has no freckles, and has a rather small nose as well. His hair is ungroomed, but doesn't have any facial hair.
Personality: Vincent is obviously very anxious. You will find him rocking back and forth on top of his bed or in his closet. He has a very short attention span, and will often space out and ignore the world. Vincent is a bit of a daydreamer, usually living in his own fantasy land. He strives to be loved and accepted, and can be a little childish. He is very submissive and will never show any signs of aggression, regardless of his feelings. Vincent is very sensitive. -
Name: Austin Fitch
Age: 17
Looks: He has this partially tended to type of medium brown hair. His eyes are a dark, forest green that, when he's having an episode, can be very menacinh to look at. He has a well built body that isn't the strongest thing, but it works for him. His skin isn't tan, but it's close. He has one or two noticeable scars on his face from doing dangerous things in the middle of an episode.
Personality: He is a ticking time bomb where if the wrong wire is cut, he explodes. There is no telling what might set Austin's episodes off. They can either be a very intense burst of anger and aggression or a hysterical breakdown. Either is quite difficult to even attempt to deal with. Due to his previous addiction to drugs which he is still struggling with, always trying to convince the nurses to give him more of his meds, he can be caught on-edge. His normal, level self which can be found with a little digging is actually very kind and even slightly witty with a touch of sarcasm. He suffers from Schizoaffective Personality Disorder, which explains his drug abuse, his delusions, his mood swings, and his hallucinations. He takes an antipsychotic, a mood stabilizer, and an antidepressant for his medication. They don't always take full effect, however. -
How about they meet at a group therapy session?
Aka it'll be only the two of them but that's still a group therapy session -
That works! Will it start straight from there?
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Yeah, sure.
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Who starts? :3
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I shall
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Alrighty! :)
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Vincent awkwardly looked at the therapist, who was staring intently at the both of them. This stranger..made him shake. He was unsure of what he was like, of who the person sitting next to him was.
"Have you been taking your medication, Vincent?" The lady asked. She had chestnut brown hair done into a bun, and was wearing square glasses. The boy was staring at the ground with his sky blue eyes, nibbling his lip. Vincent's foot was tapping at a fast speed, and nervous energy shot out at his body from all angles. He was staring off, imagining everything that could go wrong here. What if this stranger didn't like him? What if he thought he was weak? What if he-
"Vincent." The shrink stated, strongly.
"S-s-s-orry, what?" He questioned, eventually looking up. Too nervous to make eye contact, he stared past the girl.
"I asked if you have been taking your medication." She said, annoyed.
"U-uh.." Vincent scratched his head, unable to think. "N-no ma'am." He said, ashamed. Vincent's eyes dimmed, staring down into his own lap. -
His forest green orbs glanced at the smaller frame that had been seated next to him. Group therapy had always been something of an interesting nature, in his opinion. It gave Austin the opportunity to meet and come into contact with other teenage nutjobs living in the same psychiatric facility as himself. The woman who had been assigned to the partners this time around reminded him of the stereotypicals that were broadcast in television shows and written into weak characters in books. These specific characters always attempted to probe into their patient's brain as though they were a toy to experiment with. He allowed for a quick chortle of amusement to escape his lips in order to calm himself. Collection was key when it came to group, he had discovered. It was what made everybody believe that you were okay. It was so simple, but so incredibly the opposite for himself. As he watched this woman talk to the other male in the room, he could not help but to allow for a few thoughts to commence a juggling act inside of the circus known as his brain. He worried at the idea of the woman being nothing but a ploy for something much more sinister, something straight out of the movies and television shows that he had resented viewing. He tried to listen to only wht she was saying to the other boy. What caught a sliver of his attention was the mention of not taking medication. He was surprised by this, having always been the one to take all of his drugs but always needing more. Austin was aware of the differences in each patient, but for some odd reason, he was stuck wondering why.
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"I don't want to have to keep you in our custody, but you really need to start taking your medication. The meds will help a lot." She gave a warm smile, nodding a bit.
"N-no." Vincent said, looking up. "Medicine I-is going to hurt me."
"Vincent, no one here will hurt you." The therapist reassured, examining the boy's anxious, delusional nature. For some reason, the boy thought every thing was out to get him, out to hurt him. Of course, she already knew this, she had read the boy's file many times. Vincent's lip quivered, fear striking his body. He could hardly move, his heart beating almost too fast to be human. These people- all they wanted was to control him. They wanted him to change, to become something else. Vincent managed a small squeak, grabbing his knees and pulling up into the chair. He squeezed himself into a ball, peeping out a few times to look at the boy next to him, who oddly enough hadn't said anything. This worried him. Why would someone not comment on his obvious odd behavior? Did this person have no emotion at all? Who was this person. His eyes watered, as he hardly picked up his head to ask the question he dreaded but needed to ask. Vincent's head tilted toward the boy next to him, he tried to exude confidence as he asked the question, "Who...are.." He sniffled a little, shaking in his seat. "Y-you?" -
Austin had witnessed other patients gripped by the tight hand of anxiety, but this particular boy appeared to have it worse than most cases that he had seen. He typically didn't speak at group therapy unless he absolutely had to. After the other's voice reached his ears, it was necessary to make a decision. He was very capable of stating his name, but something tugged at him, something was against the idea. He tapped his knees with his pointer fingers for a moment before replying, "I'm Austin." Politely waving and flashing a grin in order to placate the male's fears, his brain screeched at him. He hated the feeling of conflict that was brought on daily. Even his medication had little or no power over his ideas and thoughts. They may have had a handle of his outbursts but there was always a chance that he would crack faster than glass struck by a golf ball. "I don't bite," he said, as well, giving an extremely cliche yet humorous vibe.
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Vincent nodded, part of his brain telling him to trust this person. "I'm V-Vincent." He put a hand through his black hair. "A-and I can't really trust you saying you don't bite. I'm sure y-you do." He became a little more confident while talking to the other male. Naturally, though, he was quite nervous. He sat his feet back on the floor, softly shaking and quietly tapped his food. Vincent tried to keep eye contact, but found himself gazing across the room. He wouldn't want the person to judge him- he wanted to be accepted. Vincent was desperate to be loved and cared for by someone. His innermost fear was that he would live the rest of his life lonely and walking the streets without acceptance. Just the mere thought of that sent shudders down his body, and made the room feel quite small and hot. Vincent managed a small laugh, tilting his head a little. The laugh showed his nervousness as his body began to overhead due to being so uncomfortable. "S-sorry." He said, feeling as if he had done something wrong. Naturally, he sat back forward, looking into his lap with depressed, puppy dog eyes.
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"I can assure you that I don't bite because in the case that I did, she would totally sedate me and send some guard in to drag me back to my room." Recalling the anxious nature of the other, he apologized. "It's really not like that," he mentioned. "That was pretty much 'The Experiments' in a nutshell." He leaned forward, placing his elbows on his knees and resting his chin in his hands. His heart was trying to break out of his chest, and so he took in deep breaths to level himself out. Anything but an outburst would be ideal in that situation. He clenched his jaw tightly and leaned back in his seat again. The teenager leered at the therapist for a split second before turning his head back to the boy, Vincent. "Vincent is a nice name, by the way."
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Vincent nodded, staring at the therapist for a moment. She gave him a strange look, causing him to look back to the other male in the room. "O-okay." His face went red. "Thank you." He managed, quietly. His pupils dilated, his eyes looking up to the ceiling, to Austin, than the the therapist. He did this many times, shifting in his seat a bit. He put a hand through his dark hair, feeling scared. "I-I'm sorry I'm s-so nervous." The stuttering boy apologized. "Y-you seem n-nice, but I'm not sure that I- erm, seem to have m-ade a good first..uh..impression." The boy said, crossing his arms. He tightened all of his muscles, trying to stop his soft shaking.
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