Rp anyone?
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Thread Topic: Rp anyone?
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(Yee ok)
Riley was used to this by now. The doctors, nurses, needles, pills, paper work, and every once and a while, the straight jacket. She sighed, now waiting in her room that seemed more like a cell. Possibly a prison cell. Dr. Allen was due to come and check up on her, and who knows what else. She pulled her dark Hoodie around her body tighter, seeking warmth in the cold room. -
Dr.Cody Allen kicked open the door and strode inside. He wore a bored expression. He turned back to a small enterauge of suits behind him. "Another freaking emo kid, let Bran take this, I'd rather be picking up trash for my service!" he glanced toward the girl in the room. "You guys said this was paying back to the community, that it may actually be fun! Just get out!" he finished yelling and the people scurried away. He turned to Riley. "First of all, don't think your specal, or tbat I want to help another punk like you. So, tell me some about yourself. If I don't do this correctly I get reported, then I get sent back into the system, so talk."
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Riley had narrowed eyes at the man, eyeing him from head to toe, and sat back in her hill of pillows on her bed. "Oh, so I see they couldn't afford to get a real doctor, could they?" She dogded his question, not entirely in the mood to tell a stranger about herself. Voices began whispering in her head, swirling and mixing, feeding her bad intentions. She took a slow, deep breath, hoping she would begin another screaming phase.
They sent someone who doesn't care because they don't care about you. You're just not worth it. Maybe you'll feel better if you take the blade out. Yesss, the blade! Right after he leaves, sweet heart. Just wait a few. She winced at the harsh, hissed words. -
"Exactly, now I see what your doing, talk." He frowned at Riley's expression she wore. "There are no sharp objects in the room and we took your knife, if that's what your thinking." He crossed his arms and pulled to bimself a chair. He sat down and s--- Riley an icy cold stare.
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*shot
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Pills. They hadn't whiped any pills out, so for now, she was fine. "Okay, well what do you wanna know? I have a whole boring ass life story, but I'm sure it's nothing you want to hear." She ran a hand through her hair, and returned the stare.
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"Let's start wih, why the hell are you here." He cocked his head and leaned back in the chair.
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She chuckled grabbing a stuffed bear. "Oh, you know, the regular. I cut, I have schizophrenia, depression, and who knows what else. You need to know anymore?"
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"Naw, so, typical wannabe emo, does'nt view tge world right, makes everyone around fell like crap. Tgat sound like you?" he finished scrawling something on a piece of paper and glanced up.
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"Oh, so I bet your parents are divorced, you've been hit the belt at least one time, you've attempted suicide, everyone in your school hated you because why the hell not? Shall I continue?" Riley gripped the Bears head, knuckles white.
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"Close, but I get to ask quesions. Also don't kill the bear." He yawned and leaned back further.
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"Ha, I doubt it." She looked at the bear, loosening her grip. It was a gift from an ex who once cared about her. Probably.
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"OK, so, I will mark no improvement this speaking. Goodbye Riley, and have as good a day a twisted, depressing bum could have." he reached out his hand to be shook.
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Riley shook his hand lightly then turned away on her bed. Too bad they hadn't got her a real doctor, someone who wasn't so... Curt.
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