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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/2/2016 3:10:38 AM
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[i]A man walked into the dojo's sparring room and set it to look like a stereotypical office. His name was Charlie. He's a handsome psychiatrist who has come to evaluate the mental state of the Dojo. All dojo members are required to meet him for his collection of data.[/i]
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"Um...." [i]Alyssa took a deep breath, uncertain, now, if this 'test' was an actual test.[/i] "Well... I... my breasts... they... did some stuff." [i]She shuddered, extraordinarily uncomfortable with the topic. Her cheeks were redder than a tomato, as she looked down at her feet, unwilling to go on.[/i]
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[i]Charlie got up, put his hand on Alyssa's shoulder, and knelt next to her. He looked into her eyes and spoke to her in the same voice he used earlier.[/i] "Everything is going to be okay. I'll take the blame if you don't want to fully answer the question."
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"O-okay," [i]She murmured, looking at Charlie.[/i] "Next question?"
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"I'm going to go against the rules and say you need a break from the questions. So, lets go get something to eat. That sound good?"
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"... um... okay," [i]She said, unsure of what else to do. Getting up, she shoved her hands into the pockets of her skinny jeans, looking up at Charlie, who stood a full nine inches taller than her.[/i]
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[i]Charlie looked down at Alyssa and chuckled.[/i] "I didn't realize how short you are compared to me. Well, follow me?" [i]He walked out of the room.[/i]
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[i]Alyssa followed, wondering where they were off to.[/i]
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[i]Charlie stops and starts coughing into his hand.[/i] "Why don't you just go get food and bring some back for me? I'll pay for it all when you come back." [i]He quickly makes his way back to the room and Alyssa sees as he goes by that there was blood on his hand.[/i]
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Edited by NOTAPUBLICALT: 10/3/2016 1:54:58 AM[i]Alyssa blinked, pushing her eyeglasses up as she looked over at the blood on Charlie's hand. She stopped for a moment, opened her mouth to say something, then grit her teeth, closing her mouth. In her experience, Charlie probably either wouldn't want to talk about it or wouldn't want her to know, and so she turned, and continued walking. She went to an Italian restaurant, ordering Baked Ziti for herself and Fettuccine Alfredo for Charlie, hoping that he liked pasta. She paid, then turned and left the restaurant, heading back to the room.[/i]
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[i]When she came back to the room he appeared to be quietly talking on a phone in an upset tone. His body was turned away from the entrance to the room and was hunched over.[/i]
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[i]Alyssa stopped by the door, unsure of what to do, to knock, to wait, to attempt to eavesdrop. She decided to wait, silently walking into the room and placing the takeout containers on her lap as she sat down at the chair at which she said before, examining Charlie's composure as he spoke, trying to see his mood. She guessed that what he was talking about was serious, relating to when he coughed up blood, and possibly life-threatening. She wasn't a medic, but she could do her best to find one if the need arose.[/i]
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[i]Charlie starts yelling and the room suddenly changes; the air gets cold, the lights dim, and there seems to be a feeling of tension in the air.[/i] "I'm not some puppet you can just control! You can't control me forever! I'm not Chuck!" [i] He throws the phone in the air where it catches on fire and turns to ashes. He just sits there in his chair for a while turned away from Alyssa, the feeling of tension in the room now replaced with gloom.[/i]
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[i]Alyssa was surprised, shocked, and confused by Charlie's sudden outburst, an expression that was shown clearly on her freckled face. She stood up suddenly, lips pursed tightly as she looked at him.[/i] "U-uh... s-sir?" [i]She said cautiously, wanting to comfort Charlie in some way. However, she didn't know how; Alyssa was a mostly unsocial person, spending all her time reading novels, practicing violin, and studying magic. She didn't have the slightest clue as to what to do in this situation, and she beat herself up inwardly for it. To her, ignorance was the worst quality a human could have, and she was feeling surprisingly ignorant at the moment.[/i]
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[i]The room changed back to normal as Charlie spun his chair around to face Alyssa. He had that same smile he had when she first walked in that door.[/i] "Hello, Miss Alyssa. I see you brought some food back."
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"I-I...." [i]Alyssa gulped, unsure what to think of what she just saw. She contemplated asking Charlie about it, but didn't want to intrude on his privacy. If he wanted to talk about it, he'd surely say so... right? Alyssa was uncertain, and wondered to herself what Charlie thought of her, if he found her trustworthy or not. Shaking the thought from her head, she, as well, tried to act like she didn't see a thing. She wasn't much of an actress.[/i] "Y-yeah. Fettuccine Alfredo... Italian," [i]She added, hoping even more that he liked pasta. She pulled out the take out container, placing it on the desk. It was still warm.[/i]
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[i]It's weird how he acts as if the events beforehand had never happened.[/i] "Is something wrong?" [i]He grabs the container and starts to eat from it with a plastic fork.[/i] "Oh, I love Alfredo."
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[i]Alyssa smiled falsely, opening her own container, beginning to eat, and silently wondering if Charlie was mad. She soon finished, throwing her trash out, dabbing at her thin lips with a napkin.[/i] "Okay, any more questions?" [i]She asked, hiding the fact that she wanted out.[/i]
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[i]Charlie threw his trash into the air as it caught on fire.[/i] "Well, yeah. I just asked you what's wrong. I'm a psychiatrist I can tell something is up."
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"O-oh. N-nothing." [i]Alyssa frantically tried to think up an excuse for why she was acting like she was, something to distract Charlie. A distraction. What usually distracted men? Alyssa finally had a realization, and gulped. She didn't want to do it, but she also didn't want Charlie to know what she had seen, if he didn't already, or if he had some sort of multiple personality disorder.[/i] "Just wondering," [i]She began, attempting to add a seductive tone to her voice. She wasn't good at it, and much less when she really didn't want to do it, but it got the point across.[/i] "Well... what do you think of me?" [i]An attempt to bat her eyelashes sexily, like what she saw in movies. Comical, the nicest way to put it.[/i]
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Edited by Cthulhu Agent: 10/3/2016 2:46:56 AM[i]Charlie tries to hold back laughter.[/i] "I-I...You're..." [i]He bursts out laughing. Between his fits of laughter he tries to speak.[/i] "What....What the hell?"
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[i]Alyssa struggled to keep the façade up, but inwardly she was slapping herself. However she reached her goal, to distract the psychiatrist who she never even got the name of. Her mind sped, as she tried to think of ways to flirt. In the mouth of somebody who appeared fifteen, however, any flirt she said would probably make Charlie burst into laughter.[/i] "You look cute when you smile," [i]Alyssa tried, then face palmed inwardly. Even she knew she sounded stupid, and cursed herself for sucking so much at seducing. She mentally took a note to practice seduction, but how she did was a good question.[/i]
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"Okay, stop trying to seduce me. You're saying a lot, but all of your body language points towards you not really feeling it. Unless you actually mean it and are willing to show it, just admit to me you're trying to distract me." [i]He seemed hurt at the idea of someone trying to seduce him just for their own gain.[/i]
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[i]Alyssa buried her face into her hands, unsure whether to laugh or cry. Her shoulders shook, yet no sound came from her; she could be doing either or both, it was nearly impossible tell. After a few moments, she finally stopped, raising her face, her cheeks red.[/i] "Well... that was embarrassing," [i]She murmured, shifting slightly. She felt bad for trying to seduce Charlie to distract him, a stab of guilt striking her in the gut. Once again, all of her emotions were clear on her face; she wasn't a good actor at all, unable to conceal her emotions whatsoever.[/i]
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[i]Charlie's voice seems to become oddly more comforting and persuasive than it should, as if it were tampered.[/i] "It's okay, just tell me what you were distracting me from."
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[i]Alyssa looked at Charlie sheepishly, and sighed.[/i] "I, um...." [i]She wasn't really sure how to go about it, then decided to just get straight to the point.[/i] "The phone call... and the coughing blood... are you alright?" [i]She asked, genuinely concerned for Charlie. She hoped that he was fine, and not a mental patient escaped from the hospital.[/i]
