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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]
[spoiler]Open to everyone! And no this isn't actually required, but you'll be missing out if you don't reply.[/spoiler]
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"Of course. Very much understandable."
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[i]Charlie smirks.[/i] "There, I evaluated you. Are we done with this challenge?"
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"If you so wish."
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https://imgur.com/a/fZl5P [i] The artificial shadows in the waiting room seemed to lengthen and stretch, breaking off and pooling in the middle of the waiting room. They pushed and pulled upwards, eventually forming a formless blob of darkness, only to be blown away by an invisible breeze. Left standing was a man in his mid-twenties, dressed in a black t-shirt and slim fitting black jeans. His face was all sharp angles and messy brown hair, a lock of it falling over his face. Steel, cold blue eyes gazed outwards, irises that were frozen with unspoken anguish and despair, but blazed with anger and rage. The t-shirt did nothing to hide a peak physical build, toned chest and abs, strong arms and calloused hands. A sword scar peaked through his shirt collar, vertical and over his collarbone near his neck. [/i] "You called?" [i] He spoke up, his voice low and cold, hard and with an edge like razors on ice. [/i]
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"Yeah, are you Mr. EdgeLord69XXX? Cause you fit the bill." [i]Charlie lays back on his seat with a large grin on his face.[/i]
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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."
