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Post by TinCanHitman on Jan 30, 2015 22:37:23 GMT -6
Deker Mulqueen Planet Reach Fort.Xerxes Private 'Councilor' Deker stood in front of the large marble building and looked up at it, thinking to himself about the coming day. Phil and he had set up a 'councilor' for 'marital issues' and he was getting nervous. He'd never done some thing like this, and he didn't know what Phil was going to do or say. He just knew he had to get into the zone and word every thing properly, he didn't want to mess up things with Phil. He straightened his ODST jacket and took a deep breath before casting a glance over at Phil and walking in. The place was huge, but it was a multi-business building and a lot of people were flowing in and around as they went about their business. Deker navigated deffly through the crowd, allowing Phil to trail behind him as he did so, keeping a stone face as he made his way towards the large maroon office. It was well decorated, tasteful old world wood panels and leather furniture surrounded the walls of the little office waiting room. Deker walked up to the tiny egg that bumped out of the wall where and older woman sat clacking away at a terminal. "Cortez-Mulqueen, to see Dr.Hermansen." He said simply as he leaned against the small counter, signing his name on the little sheet and passing it to Phil. He returned it to the woman who waved them off to the seats. Deker glanced over at her "Cahn we smoek in hare?" he asked in his bastardized language he swears is English. The woman simply waved him off so he took a cigarette out of his pack and sat back, casting glances at Phil as they sat awkwardly.
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Post by Doc the Mother of Dragons on Jan 30, 2015 22:54:38 GMT -6
Felcia Cortez Planet Reach Fort.Xerxes Private 'Councilor'
You'd think when you have been married to someone for going on five years that you would not need to see a therapist this early in the marriage. But then again they did not nessacarly need to see someone, honestly the two of them got along quiet well. So why take the time to go see someone to analyze them and give them some bullshit opinion? She wondered the same thing as she stood beside Dekker outside the large building; she was dressed in a pair of jeans and a light jacket while Dekker prefered (as his usual habit) to show off some ODST pride, with his favorite ODST jacket.
They entered and Dekker lead the way as she followed a few feet behind, though they were not in a combat zone the two of them still walked along side each other in sync, almost perfectly, except Phil was a few steps back due to her being shorter. They reached the office and Dekker held the door open for her as they entered before walking up to the counter and signing them in. She smiled at the ladty behind the counter, still not saying anything as she signed the paper and handing it back to Dekker before going to take a seat. Picking up a magazine she started flipping through the pages her eyes glancing at the various pointless articles about clothes and makeup, her left thumb running over the little silver band she wore on her ring finger. "Cahn we smoek in hare?" She looked over to her husband and frowned, "You couldn't have done that outside?" she asked quietly.
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Post by Daenerys Targaryen on Jan 30, 2015 23:26:39 GMT -6
Alana Hermansen (NPC)PHD Planet Reach Fort Xerxes Session 8 The bitter burn of whiskey trickling down her throat was one of the small things that kept her going throughout the day. Problems only seemed to get worse with a war going on, and the pay didn't get that much better either. Professionally, Dr. Alana had been helping people with their issues for 9 years. Personally, she had been dealing with her own for a lot longer, but that was a story for a different time.
The dull thunk of glass hitting wood resounded through her small corner office, as she set the bottle back in her desk drawer. Yet another appointment scheduled today, but this time, it wasn't one of her regulars. They had left their last name and issue being dealt with, beyond that she had no idea what she was getting into. From the way her secretary described it to her, some spicy latina called in the appointment, which was also odd considering the ethnically dominant Hungarian presence on the planet. Those details didn't matter much of course, as relationship issues were always difficult to handle.
"Dr. Hermansen. We got the couple here, ready for their appointment." Announced Susie, over the intercom on the corner of her desk. Alana let out a small sigh, and tore a pack of gum from her dress-jacket pocket.
"Alright, send them in." She announced, already smacking on her gum loudly. God help me.
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Post by TinCanHitman on Jan 30, 2015 23:39:19 GMT -6
Deker Mulquin Planet Reach Fort.Xerxes Private 'Councilor'
Deker sighed as he ran his fingers along his ironic tattoo, he was getting bored sitting around waiting for this doctor. As he thought about walking out the woman in the bubble spoke to them. "The doctor will see you." Deker jumped up at this, finally happy things were going to get interesting. Deker went into the office, looking around and sniffing oddly. If he wasn't smoking he probably would have been able to tell the slight scent of alcohol, his trained genetics alerting him to the beverage almost like a sixth sense. However he didn't pursue it and instead took a seat across from the woman before him. He crossed his leg and quietly flicked ash into a potted plan next to him, starring death rays at the 'councilor' as he waited for Phil to begin.
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Post by Doc the Mother of Dragons on Jan 30, 2015 23:48:59 GMT -6
Felcia Cortez Planet Reach Fort.Xerxes Private 'Councilor' She took a seat in the matching chair beside Dekker and crossed her legs over one another and rested her hands on her knees. Her face expressionless she studied the doctor who stood before them, Dekker had yet to speak and sat still smoking. She knew what he was trying to do, since she had been the one to call she was apparently going to be the one to start talking. Well he was wrong. Dekker knew damn well that she hated talking to people, he usually was the talker and often wouldn't shut up. "Gracias por recibirnos tan rápidamente, lo siento mi marido está disfrutando de su mala costumbre usted." As she finished talking she looked over to Dekker and gave him a small smirk before looking back to the therapist and waited for someone to speak. Thank you for seeing us so quickly, sorry my husband is enjoying his nasty habit.
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Post by TinCanHitman on Jan 30, 2015 23:57:49 GMT -6
Deker Mulquin Planet Reach Fort.Xerxes Private 'Councilor' Deker looked over at her, expectantly, only to have her start speaking Spanish. Deker understood Spanish pretty well after living with her for as long as he did, he could hold a conversation, so when she began to speak he started to get angry, but when an idea blossomed into his mind. He expertly held the grin in as he leaned forward and pretended to listen intently. "Uh huh...I hear you...B-..." when she finally stoped speaking he sat back, with a sort of huff on his face. "Foin, ahl ask'er" he said sitting forward and looking at the doctor. "Me woife wahnts tah kna if yer up fer a treesom?" he asked, looking expectant. He tried to play it off like he was the uncomfortable, but he knew Phils game and he wasn't having any of it. "Oi mean I'hm net really askin, shes askin more coez she intaya, right?" he said, adding on to his his head stone as he spoke.
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Post by Daenerys Targaryen on Jan 31, 2015 0:16:15 GMT -6
Alana Hermansen (NPC)PHD Planet Reach Fort Xerxes Session 8 Of course of the man was a smoker, not only did he begin to stink up the room upon his arrival, he also seemed intent on killing her plant as well. Overall though, as she stared toward the cold stone of his face, she was not impressed. The woman, as equally as expressionless, tired to match her gaze as well. This eventually rounded in a 6 eye stare off, where her face hurt from trying to take in both of their faces. So it is going to be one of those days. The words in her head rattled about uselessly as she kept the glance toward them. The longer they sat, the more she was payed. After a while, Alana decided she would fold and be the first to speak. Of course, she was instantly cut off by the wife, who began to spoke in some language she had only heard on pirated soap operas streamed from Earth. "Excuse m-?" This time, it was the man who cut her off, responding to his wife with another quick fire burst of that same damn language. After what seemed like a short conversation, the man leaned forward and spoke in a language she could only pair to someone who was either inebriated or Irish. All she heard was something about a tree and some ANTS. Her head hurt all over again. Alana let out a long sigh, glancing over the man's shoulder, toward a clock on the wall. Reaching toward her desk drawer, Dr. Hermansen brought out her bottle of the good stuff, took a long drawn out swig, and set it back in the drawer. With that out of the way, she leaned back into her chair and met the gaze of the man. "Can either of you speak god damned english?"
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Post by Doc the Mother of Dragons on Jan 31, 2015 0:24:20 GMT -6
Felcia Cortez Planet Reach Fort.Xerxes Private 'Councilor'
She could have smacked her husband, she usually wasn't the one with the temper but Dekkers comment about the threesome caught her by surprise, "You think you'd be able to keep it up?" she replied back to him, "I mean no offense but I prefer them a bit shorter, and last time we talked about having one we agreed it would be a guy," she looked back to Dr. Hermansen, "It would be less stress on him, figuring he has a hard time and all." she replied to the doctor in English with only a faint trace of her accent showing, unlike Dekker who some people found hard to understand at times. "But that's not why we are here, I mean, I don't think that's why he made me make this appointment, it's not like I beat him and we don't ever talk things out."
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Post by TinCanHitman on Jan 31, 2015 0:31:59 GMT -6
Deker Mulquin Planet Reach Fort.Xerxes Private 'Councilor'
Deker almost fell limp out of his chair, the gall of this woman! He had never been so caught off guard, and it was insanely painful of a burn from her. But Deker inhaled, slowly, and exhaled, slower, before slightly turning and looking at his wife. His face took on a serious look, as he steepled his hands. "She's riet, I can't keep it up wit her, shes boring, you'd think with the cute accent n' all she'd ah least be crazier in bed, but nah! Dey say Catholics are foon in bed, but nah! Dead fish show more enthusiasm than er. But yar right, we didnt cohm ere ta talk bout dat. We're here to talk about her addiction to pills, she cahnt handle herself. Always saying "Oh ahm in paien" he said in a shitty mexican accent. He sat back and gave Fil a look, she knew him well and the smugness was in his eyes. He had her on the ropes.
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Post by Doc the Mother of Dragons on Jan 31, 2015 0:38:51 GMT -6
Felcia Cortez Planet Reach Fort.Xerxes Private 'Councilor'
A puzzle expression crossed her face as he mentioned the pills, where the hell did he get that? Phil half scoffed and half laughed as he attempted to do a Spanish accent. She just shook her head, "This is why my mother wanted me to marry the olive farmer down the road." Phil sighed, "Sometimes when the abuse gets bad I just think...what could have been?"
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Post by Daenerys Targaryen on Jan 31, 2015 0:49:38 GMT -6
Alana Hermansen (NPC)PHD Planet Reach Fort Xerxes Session 8 Alana had almost forgotten she had gum in her mouth until she almost choked on it. That snapped her back into reality as the couple continued to bicker between themselves. There had been something about a dead fish and bed, and then abuse. All of it seemed like complete nonsense to her, although that could have been the booze talking. "Mhmmm, mhmmm." She nodded, as if she was taking in everything she had just heard. Really, as she rested her chin on her steepled fingers, the only thing she thought about was how much jail time she would get for throwing these two out of the window.
After clearing her throat a few times, Alana glanced between the two. "Clearly there are some underlying issues going on here." Her tone was solemn, as if she were giving some sort of sage advice as she reached back down to her drawer, retrieving the bottle and thee glasses. After filling all three glasses, she pushed two toward their direction, and grabbed the other one. "Now.. Mrs. Mulqueen, is it? You said something about wanting to abuse your husband with a dead fish?" She downed the glass in a matter of seconds.
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Post by TinCanHitman on Jan 31, 2015 0:54:15 GMT -6
Deker Mulqueen Planet Reach Fort.Xerxes Private 'Councilor'
Deker simply starred at the woman as she spoke. She obviously wasn't listening to them, but when she presented booze Deker almost lunged at it before she could even finish filling the glass. He scooped up the drink and downed it, before scooping up his wifes. "She cana have the drink, she pregnant AGAIN." he added the last part as if it was her fault she was pregnant, then downed the drink. "not that that stops her. And Aye, she does hit me with fish, if that's what you wanna call 'it'. But I persevere, I'm a good husband, yup." He said as he finished Phil's glass and sort of wiggled it expectantly at the therapist. "Come on, lass, don't leave mah hanging, i fought fer yer right ta drink dat." he said, suddenly full of charm and swagger as he smirked at the lady.
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Post by Doc the Mother of Dragons on Jan 31, 2015 1:01:30 GMT -6
Felcia Cortez Planet Reach Fort.Xerxes Private 'Councilor'
Great, Dekker was drinking and it wasn't even five o'clock, but if she said something he'd tell her that it was five o'clock somewhere. "Yes, I do hit him with a fish, but it's what he's into, can't help that I am a good wife and humor him." Felcia shifted in her seat and leaned her body on the arm rest cloest to Dekker, "You fought for her right to the drink but who has the higher body count? Someone who has "top shot" permantly on thier body has to be an amazing shot." the remark was a low blow and she knew it would piss him off but she had to pay him back for commenting on how dull thier sex life was.
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Post by TinCanHitman on Jan 31, 2015 14:08:26 GMT -6
Deker Mulqueen Planet Reach Fort.Xerxes Private 'Councilor' Deker stared at Phil with pure venom dripping from his eyes as the woman brought up the EXTREMELY sore spot of who was the sniper and who was the spotter. But Deker composed himself and began to look like he was on the verge of tears, bringing his hand cover his mouth, Deker's shoulder shook as he looked away from his wife. "I...I.." he inhaled a shaky breath and exhaled it hard, bringing his head into his hands as he sat looking at the ground, what seemed to be overwhelming shame hanging on his shoulders. "I haven't been fully honest with you." he said with a sudden sobriety. "Yes, I wanted to call this meeting, and yes, I joke a lot, it's my defense mechanism...but what I need you for" he said, suddenly looking the woman in the eye with a pleading look "She molests me." He pushed the words out with seemed force as he scooted further from the woman who was leaning over practically on him. "It started in basic. I would climb into my bunk below hers and she'd slowly slink down into mine...rubbing all over me, making me feel...feel...dirty." he bit his lip and brought his closed fist to his mouth as he closed his eyes and tried to 'blink back the tears'. "Shed say that no one would believe me, and shed use her rank to hurt me."
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