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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/3/2016 2:44:39 AM
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[i] The man raises one eyebrow, his face completely blank.[/i]
"You talk a big game for a guy in a suit and tie. You either aren't an actual psychiatrist, or-"
[i] He stopped, eyeing Charlie up and down.[/i]
"No, I'll just leave it at that. I take it you're just some other guy looking for entertainment. It's amazing someone hasn't killed you yet."
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"Nah, I have a license." [i]A license to practice psychology appears in front of you.[/i]
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[i] The man waves a hand through the air, and a small identification card appears between his fingers. It stated that his name was John Smith, and he was a licensed orthodontist in the city of Tulsa, Oklahoma.[/i] "Forgive me if I don't exactly trust what's on paper. Now, unless you plan on doing your supposed job, I'll be off."
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"Well, if you sit your *ss down we can begin."
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"I'd rather stand." [i] He says plainly, folding his arms across his chest. [/i]
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"I hate you. First question, where were you born? Was it some edgy place like hell? Or maybe a lab?"
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"No, in a hospital. To a loving mother and father, in the heart of New York City." [i] He smirked, looking down at Charlie from his 6'2" height.[/i] "I'm not the son of Satan, or half demon, or any of the actual edgy shit anyone here is."
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[i]Should be noted that Charlie is 6'3", but is sitting.[/i] "Oh, maybe I judged you too quickly. Can you describe your childhood and parents?"
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"Simple. Played baseball as a kid, did average in school. Dad worked hard for his family and mom was a typical mom."
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"How are your relationships with them now?"
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"They died. Dad of a car crash, mom of a heart attack." [i] He says with a shrug. He'd come to terms with it long ago.[/i]
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"Do you have any friends? How would you describe your relationships with them?"
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"A couple. They're generic friends. Simple and plain in every sense of the word." [i] He says, putting his hands in his jeans pockets.[/i]
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"Alright, well since you're a long way from NYC I'm guessing you've made friends here. Do you?"
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"I know a couple of people here, yeah."
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"Nothing significant? You have nothing to talk about?"
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"What can I say? I'm a pretty uninteresting person." [i] He says with a shrug.[/i]
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"Okay, can you describe what you think of the dojo...in detail?"
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"It's an uninteresting place, filled with uninteresting people, where the best thing is the Starbucks and their chocolate chip frappes." [i] He says with a smirk. [/i]
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[i]Charlie smirks back.[/i] "You're having more fun than most males who come into this room, I'll give you that."
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"That could be taken a lot of ways Charlie." [i] He said, and it occurred to him that he'd never told the shadowy man his name. [/i]
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"Lets just say this desk has had a lot more than just papers spread across it. What's your name again?"
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"Uh huh." [i] He says, an eyebrow raised.[/i] "Call me Ronin. It's what everyone else does."
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"Well Ronin, want a drink?"
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"Pass. I don't trust anything served by sketchy, not really psychiatrist." [i] He says with an àsshole smirk.[/i]
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[i]He sighs[/i] "I am really a psychiatrist whether or not you believe me is not my problem."
