Realistic or Modern The Broken Generation

[Prizzy Kriyze]

Trevor Boyde

Trevor was sat with his hand behind his head, shifting a toothpick he'd just grabbed in his mouth with his sunglasses obscuring his eyes from anyone ahead of him. Wannabe-rockstar had joined the room, and was sat next to the neurotic excuse for a motorcyclist. Jesus, if that shit stepped anywhere close to his neighbourhood he'd be beaten to a pulp and have his bike stolen. "Hey, is that helmet so you don't crack your head tripping on cocks?" He scoffed. It wasn't a mindless poke, the guy looked like a complete I'm uncultured. It wasn't that simple either. Trev hadn't noticed it right off the bat, but he recognized the dude.

A little hobby of his was stalking the police, in an ironic twist. That guy was a sexually abused model, ahahaha. Trev's smile grew wider as he leaned forward and grinned meaningfully at the guy. He chuckled a bit, then added "How's your ass?" and bursted out in laughter at the glint of terror that momentarily graced his features.

He kept laughing until the anorexic girl sat down next to him again, and when he saw the new burn on her leg he snickered. "Ahaha, real fuckin' sexy right there." he said as an off-handed comment, and then zoned in on the woman by the door. Some negro in her mid forties prolly, only one dressed like she was gonna try to get shit done in here. "So are we going to start jerking each other off soon or what? I'm like half-mast here."

Alexander Brown​

People moved around like people do, but Alex was quite satisfied with his spot. Three people had found each other, two people had decided to spew shit all by their lonesome, taking blind potshots all around to suit their needs. He wasn't going to get involved, they weren't doing anything productive and unlike them Alex was trying to get something done here. Anything would be better than remaining stagnant at all times except when he was drunk.

He flinched when the motorcycle dude said hi. He wasn't exactly expecting to be greeted at all, the movies told a way different version of places like these, but like a group of schoolkids everyone was already up and talking. Alexander was going to say something, but didn't have a chance to do so before the guy across the room decided to take a shot at the motorcyclist.

His words seemed strange, but not random at all and Alex looked to motordude to finally speak up. "I'm not going to ask what that was about. Hey, I'm Alex." Out of courtesy he extended his right hand for a shake.

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[Dominaiscna]

Eirian Williams

As Eirian sat down, he felt a pair of eyes on him and his skin prickled ever sp slightly. Looking up, he scanned the room around them but no one else appeared to be looking in their direction... next to him, he heard an instake of breathe and waited for the guy's reply, but in the end it was not him who would speak but rather the blonde guy from across the room.

At first the young model was confused at the guy's words. Was he trying to take a poke at him now? Pushing up his glasses, Rian asked hesitantly, "What are you talking about...?" All the while casting a skeptical look in Trevor's direction. However, deep down, he had a feeling that the blonde guy was referring to what had happened to him..and that he knew..

His next words confirmed Eirian's suspicions and struck a nerve. Even if it was only a little bit, the model's mask of relative composure cracked. His face twitched slightly as he fought to keep calm but his eyes betrayed looks of shock, fear and overwhelming pain... but a split second later, he had sealed off his negative emotions and turned from Trevor, fighting to not get strung along. Rian didn't need any more trouble. Hopefully the guy would leave him alone if he found him no fun.

Thankfully, the guy who introduced himself as Alex chose not to pry, resulting in Eirian unconsciously giving him a grateful smile. Though he tensed slightly when Alexander held out his hand for him to shake, the young model pushed down his nerves and tentatively gripped the other man's hand. "Nice to meet you ... Alex," he replied softly, "I'm Rian...Eirian."

Interaction : Prizzy Kriyze ​

 

[TGraep]

Simon was cutting it close, very close, too close for his taste. He always liked to be prompt, if not ridiculously early to anything important, it gave him time to collect himself and assess his surroundings. Now, he would barely have time to breathe before the session was supposed to begin. Dammit dammit dammit, why didn't he leave earlier? Why didn't he skip dinner? Why didn't his parents love him? Wow! Simon stopped in the middle of the sidewalk that was outside the community building where the group therapy was supposed to be. That thinking was precisely why Simon liked to get to places early, so that those kinds of thoughts wouldn't slip out.

Simon shook his head clear and started walking rapidly to the front door of the building. Surely the majority of the group was full of degenerates and people who didn't care about promptness, so chances were still good that he would be one of the first people there. Right? He was shaking as he pushed open the glass door, his heart racing with not only the nervousness from being late (in his eyes) but also from the fear of having no idea what was to come from this.

Simon burst through another door...to find that the room was almost completely full with a bunch of grumpy looking young adults with an axe to grind. Simon's mouth went dry realizing that he was probably one of the last attendees to appear.

"Um, uh, hi. I'm..um, Simon. I'm here for, uh, the, um, therapy...group therapy, um, session." Feeling blood flooding his face, Simon practically ran to one of the few open chairs and sat down keeping his gaze down and resolving to keep his mouth shut, whilst his arm itched for the hypodermic that he kept in his jacket pocket.

 

[Rui]

Gracen:

She scoffed at the rude blonde's comment before turning her attention to an entering boy. He sat down beside her after stuttering his name out:
Simon
"Hey there."
She extended a hand for shaking.
"I'm Gracen. No need to be so nervous."
She smiled lightly, but it was all a façade; more to fuck with that prick beside her than she'd care to admit. She had a thing for mind games.
Probably something else to work out in this stupid therapy session.
Prizzy Kriyze TGraep ​

 

[TGraep]

Simon glanced over at the girl he had sat next to. She extended her name and told him her name. Gracen. Strange, grace, in a group therapy session, the irony was not lost. He merely nodded at her and turned his attention back towards the door. He wasn't rude for the sake of being mean, he simply didn't feel the need to associate with any of these people outside of this one hour of their lives every week. He was pretty sure he wouldn't want to hang out with any of these people, and he knew they wouldn't want to hang out with him.

Near the door to the room a latina woman stood watching them all. He assumed this was the counselor, since she seemed the least likely to snap at any point. He was begging her with his mind to get this thing going so that they could just say they were sorry, cry, and then go home and go back to their old habits. You could say Simon was skeptical of therapy.

Rui McMajestic

 

[McMajestic]

Sasha looked towards Marie with a grin. "Reserved a room, huh? What'd you do that for? Maybe me and Usually Matt could come with you." She bit down on another cookie, looking over at Matt. "Right, Matt? You can't turn down two sexy as fuck girls at once, can you?" She laughed, before looking back at Marie. "I'm going to be seeing a lot of you guys anyways so I might as well get stuck in seedy situations with you, right?" Friends from support group were one thing. Easy to handle. Easy to deal with. As long as they were all fucked up together it'd be fine. And as long as nothing got more complicated than friendship her life would be easy. At this point that didn't seem too difficult considering, again, they were all fucked up. In fact it'd be easier to drop these people when she spontaneously decided to move to Arizona and drink straight from a cactus. The one good thing about people like them was they always expected the worst, so when it happened they could never be surprised, only sad, and even that was temporary.
Luna_Marie PenguinFox

Ramirez counted once, then twice, then noticed the pleading look on the latest entry's face and chuckled, walking up to the final empty chair and standing in front of it with a grin. "Alright guys, You're all on time which is a great start. We have a no-smoking-indoors rule though, so please don't smoke in here." She looked around the room once, before dropping the smile she had first presented to them. "Look, I know a lot of you don't want to be here, you think it's dumb or maybe that what you have isn't worth the listen, but it is. And some of you might never speak at all which I personally don't think benefits you in any way. If you're going to be forced to sit through this you might as well participate." A small pause, just to let that idea sink in.

"And for everyone who I will get a little story out of sooner or later, you guys all need to know you don't have to drone on about your life story. You don't even have to talk about the bad things unless you're comfortable with it. Sometimes it's really therapeutic to talk about the good things that have happened for you recently. Little victories and simple pleasures and all that. But if you are good with telling everyone, it's nice to let it out to a bunch of strangers at least." She then glanced at Trevor. She'd been hearing his mouth and Gracen's and she wasn't too fond of it but she also knew they were all like that. He was just the loudest. "And let's be honest, some of us are assholes. And that means they're going to scoff or make a stupid comment after you share. But the rest of us are going to be nice. Don't let the assholes stop you from getting the therapy you came here for."

She sat down, taking a moment to look over the group once more. "And any of you can ask for a one on one session. I'm here for all of you. If you don't wanna talk to the group, you can always talk to me." One last deep breath before the real problems began. "So, with that long winded introduction over, who wants to go first?"


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[Luna_Marie]

Marie shrugged and looked to the latest arrival.
"Uh I don't know Sasha... it's just a practice thing, nothing exciting."
Marie tried to casually make Sasha uninterested by brushing it all off. Suddenly the quiet woman who had been in the room watching began to speak. After her long speech, Marie felt her heart beat quicken and tried to decide what to do. She wanted to just get it over with so she could be quiet for the rest of the session.
Her hand raised hesitantly and she spoke softly.
"I will.."
Marie's eyes flickered to every person in the room before landing down at her own feet.
"Uh, I'm Marie... I'll admit the only reason I'm here is because I can't afford any other form of treatment.... um I.... I lost my baby.. two months ago. It made me depressed, sorta... and gave me ptsd and my scar."
Marie grabbed at her stomach again in pain and let out a long breath as the phantom contraction seized her.
"P-please excuse me..."
She muttered as it stopped.
"I have phantom contractions every now and then... another problem from my.... accident."
(@ everyone pretty much)​

 

[_Aquarius_]

JOSE DIEGO FELIX

Diego crossed his arms across his chest as his broad shoulders tensed up. A middle aged hispanic woman walked in and he kept his head down. She began to talk and it felt like she did for hours. It was all a blur until she cursed and said the word 'asshol' which got his attention but other than that by the time she stopped talking he thought it was time to go. He glanced around the room for a clock but not a single,one. He scoffed knitting his brows as a young girl piped up. Let hell commence he thought. Trying to listen but couldn't get his mind off of the flask in his pocket. One he had managed to secretly hide from the police and the only way he would make it through this feelings shit stuff. He heard the last bit of her talk....something about a baby and Natalia came to his mind. His baby girl..he sighed as he reached inside his pocket his fingers grasped around the flask and shaking his head he retracted his hand. Not saying a word as the silence prevailed.

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

Trevor Boyde
Trevor was visibly displeased when the counselor refused to reply to him, but he'd been through worse. He only had to be here for about another hour or so. He wouldn't be punished further, no matter what that cookie-muncher said. When the psychiatrist had him forced into this for some sort of weird psychiatric study, the only demand was that he showed up. Specifically put that way in fact, since they seemed to understand that he absolutely wouldn't if they would've wanted him to jump through their little hoops too. He'd really rather pick jail over that one.

Thankfully the next person through the door just shined with flaws and insecurities. Neurotic wreck, easily embarrassed, could barely talk. Trevor's disturbingly happy chuckle widened his smile further, but before he had the opportunity to get to him the girl next to him became uncharacteristically friendly. Gracen, Huh? Someone misplaced their N in there.

But he didn't say anything. Nah, not yet. If she was trying to fuck with him, then she was sorely overestimating how many fucks he gave about the people in this room. Dude didn't even say his name either way, no reciprocation other than an arrogant nod. Trevor chuckled again whilst looking at the exchange, then looked to the counselor hopefully as she took her place and did her best to throw some therapy into the room.

"Come on you wrinkly bitch, this is your first impression! Do something cool!" Trev thought to himself and physically crossed his fingers, but the grin on his face ebbed out during her talk. 'Little victories'? Seriously, this place was worse than he'd expected and he'd expected it to be awful. Talk about shitshow.

With that mood killer in place Trevor just leaned his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands, looking at the constipated girl tell everyone about her shit. Each word that passed through her mouth raised his eyebrow further. By the end of the spiel his face reflected equal parts disgust and equal parts confusion. Before anyone else had the opportunity to say anything he violenty pointed. First at the pregnant girl, then at the counselor.

"Okay okay okay, stop right there what the fuck."

Silence.

"Are we supposed to relate? Understand? Cut the bullshit." He looked back and forth between the faces in there while his mischievous smile returned and he let out quiet snickers. His eyes once more met the counselor's, and he continued "Who the fuck hasn't lost a kid or something? Getting PTSD from some bull like that?" He turned to stomach girl and added "You gotta be in here for delusions right? Somehow convincing yourself that's reason enough to feel bad, what kind of pussy are you?"

Trevor wasn't even joking anymore. Genuine annoyance graced his features and he sat back waiting for the counselor to shed some light on the situation.

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Luna_Marie McMajestic

 

[Luna_Marie]

Marie felt her heart stop completely. Suddenly her hesitant sheild melted away and she stood so quickly it knocked over her chair. Before she knew what she was doing, she was standing in front of the asshole.
"I was pushed down a fucking flight of stairs and lost my kid you shit. Maybe you're too fucked up to know what real pain is, but you shouldn't be a dick to those of us who actually have it rough. You don't want to be here? Fine. But don't you fucking dare judge me or anyone here without knowing what we've been through!"
When she finished she huffed out a breath and looked around the room, shocked by her own outburst, and the silence nearly suffocated her. Marie looked to the counseler and then stormed out of the room. She went down the hall until she was out of sight and slid down to the floor. Her head gently hit the wall several times until she regained her control.​

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

Trevor Boyde
When she approached him Trevor said nothing, but stared her right in the face with his regular, asshole grin. He'd gotten under her skin. He'd gotten under her skin. That, that was so easy. Look at her go, this meant so much to her! As if in ecsatsy his mouth gaped ajar with a perfect shit-eating grin, and before she'd left the room he was practically doubled over laughing.

"Oh man, seriously? That pissy over a single flight of stairs when she all she lost was a fetus? Ahahahaha, I think my baby brother got scoliosis when I pushed his stroller down the hill. Man, some people have no respect for other people's struggles, am I right?" He still looked straight at the counselor, as if daring her to do something. "So are you going to explain this bullshit to me or nah? Ahahaha, because I don't know why you bunched me in with these pussy ass bitches."

Luna_Marie McMajestic

 

[McMajestic]

Maria had opened her mouth to talk to Marie, to thank her for telling everyone, to ask a coaxing question that would perhaps cause a discussion, but before she could even breathe in, Trevor had opened his mouth. It all happened so fast that Maria couldn't do anything about it. She stood up as Marie did, before the young girl said her piece and ran out. "Marie, wait!" Ramirez, sighed, realizing very quickly that her exclamation had been in vain.

She turned to Trevor, her appearance surprisingly calm despite the hateful words he had just spoken. She was thinking, trying to figure out what to say to him, what to do. He was obviously toxic to everyone's fragile emotions, but perhaps it was because he needed this more than anyone. "What makes you sad?" she asked, fully turning to him. "Don't give me a bullshit answer. Honestly, what upsets you the most? And if you say anything relating to having to be in this building I'm going to suggest we extend your group therapy sessions by a year," she added, knowing there was no way this was the most upsetting thing in his life.

In all honesty, Ramirez didn't expect a real answer from him. She was sure she'd get some smartass remark no matter what she did, but she'd keep him after if he pulled a stunt like that. She was already thinking of different diagnoses that could apply to him. Most of them didn't truly have medicine to help, though. Most of them required private, one-on-one sessions. Why anyone had decided group therapy was what this boy needed she didn't know, but she would make it work one way or another. Prizzy Kriyze

Sasha watched as the room erupted into chaos and then quiet. "Um, I'm going to go check on Marie. I'm sure it's not everyday someone tells her losing a kid isn't a big deal." She stood, and started to walk off. Ramirez didn't stop her. Sasha was right in figuring that Marie probably shouldn't be alone. Besides, she'd have to come back to the session.

Sasha headed out of the room, walking down the hall until she noticed Marie sitting on the floor. "He's just a dick, you know?" She moved to sit next to the girl, keeping a couple feet between them as she pulled out an unlit joint. She had rolled it herself, though she hadn't expected to pull it out so soon. She lit it, taking a drag. "Want some of this? It'll calm you down," she offered, taking another hit as if to prove her point before holding it towards Marie. "So, who pushed you down? We can light their house on fire." It was meant to be funny. That sweet, sadistic kind of humor. Sasha even chuckled a little at the thought. If only it was that easy to solve the real problems.
Luna_Marie

 

[PenguinFox]

Carter quickly opened the door to the building, upset that he was late. He preferred to be on time, or even better early. It was hard to judge exactly what people were like quickly. He preferred to take his time with people. Mull them over, like tasting a wine or chewing gum. He could have done that with each person that came as they came but he was late so he couldn't. At least he got some tension out just minutes before. No one would miss that mutt and he was able to carry on with his day. Upon opening the door he noticed someone going down the hall quickly and visibly upset. That must be where the party is he thought. Soon another girl came following behind her. He casually approached them and once close he looked at them with a small comforting smile. "That bad huh? Should I bother going in at all?" he laughed lightly. McMajestic Luna_Marie

Matt closed his eyes to all the ruckus. This wasn't going to end well for anyone. He wish he could make all this suffering just end for everybody, to stand up for those being picked on but he was weak. He felt aggravation boiling inside him and knew what was coming next. He bit his lip and then fluidly whipped his chair around so that he was now sitting in it backwards, arms resting on the back of the chair. "I think what upsets him the most is the small package he's carrying. All that tough talk coming from a small cock ya know? Sure it could be no love from the parents, and with that face who could blame 'em. Maybe it's some kinda mental disorder that fucked 'em up that hard and now he's hiding behind an act. He thinks he's tough shit because he wants to be tough shit. He wants to be tough shit because he ain't. When you gotta compensate, you gotta seem tough, like you don't care. " he said with a slight southern accent, eyeing Trev up and down. McMajestic Prizzy Kriyze

 

[Luna_Marie]

Marie gave a bitter laugh and a tired sigh.
"He isn't the reason I left, I left cause I lost control. I try so hard to keep myself in check... Cause if I lose control like I did the last time, than I'm no better than the fucker who pushed me down those stairs."
Suddenly another stranger was upon them and it was a man, which made Marie instinctively scooted a bit closer to Sasha, yet still have the guy a sad smile.
"Only if you consider bad to be a guy with no feelings who treats people like shit. Nah it's peaches and cream in there.."
She set her head back against the wall and closed her eyes. ​

PenguinFox McMajestic

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[Prizzy Kriyze]

Trevor Boyde
So finally, an impression. It'd taken a whole 5 minutes, but Trev would have to admit that he was holding back pretty hard. His chuckles soon faded out into the nothingness of the room, and then he let out a satisfied sigh as he met eyes with Ms. wrinkly counselor bitch again. She seemed calm, but she was stalling, thinking. Before she talked Trevor aimed to throw out a snide remark, but didn't manage before she started.

And he wasn't exactly expecting that. Nobody ever wanted to be the bigger person and Trevor actively worked to make those that turned the other cheek his personal bitches, but something about the question in and of itself confused him. It takes 100 milliseconds for the brain to send out an emotional response, but 600 millisecond for our thinking mind, the cortex, to process a rational response. That meant that for 500 milliseconds, or half a second, Trevor stared blankly and painfully confused at the counselor before composing himself and shaking his head.

"Oh, but wouldn't you like to know." He smirked once more, and leaned forward on his elbows to get that carefree look back. "When some stranger inquires about my personal life, that one's definitely up there." He said meaningly, then gave her the first smirk-free glance of the day. Again he shook his head and leaned back in the chair with his arms crossed. Slowly the smile crept back to his face, but now there was some doubt in the back of his mind.

But it was pushed aside when someone dared open their mouth at him. Slowly he raised his eyes towards the source, and it turned out it was babyface from before. "Tough words from an overgrown five-year old. I'll give you props for spinning the chair around to match the middleschool-level insults, if only it wasn't so that you should've outgrown them 18 years ago." This time his tongue was a lot more venomous, and he didn't bother with the grandeur gestures from earlier.

Then he glared at Maria. "You want to know what upsets me then? This shit. Look at you, here I'm sitting making your life hell and having a great time doing it. To build something is a tedious task, takes ages. Breaking it, on the other hand, achievable in seconds. But once something is broken, it's broken. That's definitive, you can't break it more. It won't be 'brokener', that'd be retarded. So let me ask YOU a question." He pointed to Maria, then to the door. "Why'd that girl run out of here?"

Trevor paused, but barely even a second passed before he continued "It's because she still has something to lose. And ya'll motherfuckers..." Each person in the room got a finger pointed in their direction, "I see your fidgeting, your addictions, your daddy-issues and whatnot. If you gave a single shit about what just went down, like Fucko Mcgee over here-" Trev pointed at Matt "- then you haven't suffered enough."

Finally he went quiet, and only when his smile returned he spoke again in a childish innocuous voice "Boy I sure do hope that Ms. Wrinkly Bitch liked my anecdote, It'd make me so happy!"

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[Rui]

Gracen:

The silence was broken by a few giggles from Gracie, before the dam burst. The woman's face had been the icing on the fucking cake.
Laughter poured out of her like she'd been holding back for an eternity. She laughed so hard she kealed over, her tiny frame shaking uncontrollably with spasms of bubbly laughter. Her laugh was nice, light and tinkling, just not in this context. She laughed so hard, tears poured down her face in frantic streams, running down her chin and into her lap.
"My God! If I knew support groups were this fun, I'd have come to this years ago!"
She wiped away her tears, took a composing breath and stood, her skeletal legs shoulder length apart in a confident stance, a hand on a slender, bony hip.
"Hi there, suckers, I'm Gracen Farris. Millionaire heiress of Farris Tech, and uh, I can't seem to die." She smirked, meant to be a smile that morphed into something with more malicious intent. "I think Hell just doesn't have a vacancy for me," she paused, licking her lips to wet them, "But I'm sure some space will clear up soon enough. Any questions? Concerns? I'm a living show and tell here, I can date every scar on my body. I'd strip for you and prove it, but I feel like that'd be frowned on." She glanced back at Trevor, "And I'm not trying to let him make good on his threat to jerk it in here. He can do that shit at home in mommy's pillowcase."
Prizzy Kriyze McMajestic ​

 

[_Aquarius_]

JOSE DIEGO FELIX

Jose kept his jead down listening to So called Marie girl talk about losing a child and it triggered nostalgia gor his own baby girl. The only reason,he had given any yhought to coming to this shit show of a therapy. He raised a brow as mr chatterbox decided to voice his own problems. Obviously his main problem was no addiction but he couldn't manage to shut the hell up. The tension,in,the room,built up as the girl approached Mr. too good for this, and ran off like cinderella at midnight. Funny thing was that the girl to his right had bust up laughing like a maniac and those vlowns that kidnap kids.This all seemed scripted for the chaos was up and over in his head and he hated fuckin drama. Thats why he liked gangs, there was a zero drama tolerance unless you like the taste of a bullet in your mouth.

Big Mouth opened his piehole once again after the instructor directly asked him a question. Diego was done with this Jardashian style fight. He looked over at Trevor, " Why you atill here? The door is behind you." He surprisingly stayed calm as he kept eye contact. He swore if he said pne more thing he would bust a his lip.

 

[TGraep]

Well, shit. That was Simon's first thought after the girl, Marie, had her outburst and ran out. After that, it was like going through high school all over again, except with even more teen drama and power plays. The players included an asshole who was too cool for anything, Mister moral righteousness, Gracen, who was like the popular girl who knew she was popular, the thug, and the counselor, who seemed to be rapidly losing any grasp of control on the situation.

Simon sighed and unconsciously caressed the needle in his left jacket pocket. As soon as this was over he would go outside and forget about all of this for a little while. He just had to make it through this one hour. Make it through the nerves and adrenaline pulsing through him from the fear of being around so many aggressive beings.

He took a steadying breath and kept his gaze pointed towards the floor as he said one sentence.

"Can we just get on with this so we can go home?"
Rui McMajestic

 

[McMajestic]

Maria, once again, was forced into a corner. Almost directly after Trevor responded, Gracen jumped to her feet in a fit of laughter. Despite her immense amounts of training, Ramirez still had trouble refraining from rolling her eyes. She managed, though it was difficult. Of course, she was happy Gracen was opening up, even in her overdramatic fashion, however, it had interrupted her conversation with Trevor. "You're going to hang back after this session. Don't talk," she added, addressing Trevor first before turning to Gracen. Maria sat down again, about to speak when Diego spoke up, then Simon. "You're in here for an hour whether we all calm down or not, you'll just have to deal with it for now. That means no one leaves," she added, looking towards Diego pointedly. Now she turned back to current speaker. "Gracen, could you please take this a bit more serious. I'm glad you're talking but perhaps without some of the eccentrics?" She took a breath, looking around the room. She was sure they all had scars in some form or another. "Why do you remember the dates of the scars?" she asked, wondering if maybe that question could lead to a more serious conversation. _Aquarius_ Prizzy Kriyze TGraep Rui
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Sasha grinned, looking up at the new addition to their group as she listened to Marie speak. When she was finished, Sasha blew smoke at the guy's legs, before looking up at him. She had noticed the way Marie subtly moved closer, and grew curious in that moment if she was afraid of all men, or just this one. "Yeah. Peaches and Cream. What a shit ice cream flavor though." She snorted, taking another hit. "And you know, it's okay to lose control. I do it all the time and I'm still kicking." She patted Marie's ankle, before looking back up at the new guy. "Want a hit? Miss goody two-shoes over here didn't but you look like the bad boy type." She hold it up slightly, wondering if he would take it before looking back at Marie.

"Do you wanna leave now? My hotbox could get us to whatever room you have rented out. I mean, we could go back in there, but there's probably only more eight year old name calling and twelve year old confrontations happening." Of course, Sasha knew skipping out on the meeting would look bad on all of them but she didn't really care. Then again, Usually Matt was still in there. She wondered if it was worth it to go back and grab him. His 'usually' explanation had intrigued her, after all.
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[Rui]

Gracen:

She only smiled.
"Didn't you take psychology? Pain makes the strongest memories." She stretched out her back, yawning, arms up and joined as she arched back like a cat, toes pointed on relevé.
"I think I'm done sharing today. Let someone else try. Why not that one?" She pointed at the nervous guy beside her <Simon>. "What's your story, morning glory?"
She sat back down, then uncrossed and recrossed her legs again. This could be fun.
McMajestic Prizzy Kriyze
TGraep ​

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

Trevor Boyde
Gracen's laughter, albeit sadistic in context, was a welcome development. "Pssh, I'll take you up on that offer if I only manage to find one of her pillowcases." Trevor said and gave Gracen a sidelong glance. He had to admit that he'd gotten ahead of himself there, getting all caught up in the serious atmosphere. These people were really easy to get to, clearly. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that they had to be here, duh, but there was an exceptional lack of composure between everyone except the psychiatrist. He'd had no goal in mind coming in here, but with everyone pissed, one pissing herself with laughter, and two having stormed out already he felt quite happy about himself and decided to take a step back and enjoy the rest of the hour in the proverbial backseat.

"You're going to hang back after this session. Don't talk."
Trevor rolled his eyes, then smiled slyly and nodded. He could play nice, for a time.

Unfortunately, apparently every person in the room wanted some of his attention. Not surprising at all, sheeps are bound to look up to the wolves they follow. This time it turned out to be the gangbanger. Dude constantly looked like he had blue balls or stomach ulcers. Probably stomach ulcers, dude probably couldn't find his dick if he tried. Alas, he'd been told not to talk, and wasting his breath on someone dumb enough to look like that wasn't his ideal conversation partner. He wouldn't descend to the level of changing insults with a toddler, either.

Then Maria corrected his awful rationalization, and Trevor, not breaking the smile, gave him a condescending look and tapped his temple twice almost saying "Think of that next time, sweetie." But not a word was spoken. No, instead he just raised his gaze to Gracen, then down to Simon once he was given the prompt to speak. Both in the literal and the figurative sense, his teeth were no longer bared.

Rui McMajestic _Aquarius_

 

[PenguinFox]

Carter grinned. "That bad eh? I suppose I should at least check in though..." he trailed off looking to the door with an almost sad look. One of the girls offered him a hit of whatever she was smoking and referred to him as a "bad boy". You have no idea he thought, a small smile rising to his face. "Thank you, but I'll have to pass. I don't actually smoke and personally, I abhor drugs. Don't let me stop you from having fun though. By all means carry on." He gave a friendly smile and a nod to each girl and walked to the door of the room where everyone was seated. Luna_Marie McMajestic

Matt looked around and seeing no one else stand he pushed his chair forward, sighed , and stood up. "Name's Brian. I'm fine, and shouldn't be here. Sure a couple scraps here and there but who doesn't fight? I'm here because Matt's here. Matt's fucked up in the head ya know? Boy's got voices in his head or some shit, hell I don't know. Now, if y'all will excuse me." The slight southern accent in his voice remained. Without warning he turned on his heels and headed to the door. Before leaving he looked to Maria. "Takin' a leak. Figured I didn't need to ask unless y'all wanted to watch." And on that note he stepped out, right past Carter as he walked in.
(I am on vacation until the 29th so I'll do my best with posting but I hate posting from my phone so bear with me)

 

[_Aquarius_]

Diego looked over at the raw vulnerability of some of the people still,unconvinced this waa going to somehow fix his life. All it did was remind him how messed up he was and saying it aloud made him realize it would be a miracle if he ever got to see his daughter again. He purses his lips and watched the minutes drag on slowly and the seconds slowed down . He sighed accidentally too loudly and stretched upwards as if rising from bed then quickly brought his arms down see it was his turn and just to get it over with simply said, " Diego. Gang member. Drugs. Under custody. "

 

[McMajestic]

Sasha watched as Carter walked off before turning back to Marie. "I still think me and you could get out of here and risk the extra sessions," she said, pushing herself to her feet. She took another drag of her joint, turning towards the exit when she noticed a very familiar face walking away from the session. "Hey! Usually Matt, how'd you get out of show and tell?" she asked, starting towards him but hesitating slightly as she glanced back at Marie. The poor girl seemed to be scared of men, are maybe just men she didn't know. Either way Sasha thought it was a safer bet to stick close to Marie for now. "I'm trying to convince myself and Marie that we should just blow this joint." She held up the joint in her hand, chuckling for a moment at her little joke, before taking another hit. Luna_Marie PenguinFox

Ramirez listened to Grace answer the question, nodding once, about to respond to it, when yet again another person opened up. Diego spoke shortly, but he spoke all the same. "Gang member, huh?" Maria leaned back a bit in her chair, looking him over. "Why?" It was a simple question, something anyone would ask. Of course, he didn't seem like the type to give long explanations so she figured it wouldn't be more than a sentence in answer, but still, it would be something to work with. The motivation behind the problem was the real issue any good therapist would deal with and so that was the thing to figure out first. _Aquarius_

 

[Luna_Marie]

Marie sighed and pushed herself off the floor, brushing off her jeans.
"Fine, lets go. But if you tell anyone what you see when we get there... well I don't know what I'll do but I'm just going to say it in a threatening voice."
A small humourus smile appeared on her lips. She looked to Matt warily but not defensively, after all, he hadn't done anything to agitate her ptsd so she was pretty calm. Marie looked to Sasha and crossed her arms, letting her hair fall over the scar on her cheek.
(Sorry its short, late for psychology) ​

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