Psychology 101 (oOoNickyoOo & Mjoellnir)
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				Title: <strong>Psychology 101 (oOoNickyoOo &amp; Mjoellnir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mjoellnir</strong> on <strong>13-10-2009, 02:23:28</strong>
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				After the lecture was finished, Mike strolled slowly across the Campus towards his Office. He was lucky enough to have one of the separate Offices in the smaller Building in the back. Years ago it had functioned as the House of the Chief of the maintenance staff until it was decided that the post would no longer receive free housing. After he and his family had left it was renovated and turned into Offices. Upstairs were now three rooms for various tests and studies of the Psychology Professors. That had meant until two months ago himself and Kathy Engerston, but she was on maternity leave now and thus he was alone for a few months. <br><br>Mike used them frequently as well. Sometimes when he worked with volunteers but most frequently when he took a nap. The rooms were hardly ever used and he saw no harm in it, to use them for a good nap when one was needed. The downstairs was made up of a small kitchen which they used for meetings as well as for group studies and projects, and the two Offices, Kathys and his own.<br><br>When he reached the Office he let his soft leather briefcase fall on the floor next to his desk, sat in his chair and leaned back, placing his feet on the corner of the desk. With a long, drawn out sigh he closed his eyes and rubbed them. <em>“Damn I shouldn't drink the night before I have to get up early” </em>he said to himself, then opened his eyes again and looked at his desk. Two stacks of tests he had to work through as well as the files for a project he was going to start. <em>“I need a vacation” </em>he said quietly to himself <em>“and an Assistant”</em> he added with a tired look.<br><br>Then his forehead showed a few lines as he tried to remember something. There was something today. What was it? It had something to do with an Assistant but he couldn't remember. Taking his feet off the desk he leaned forward as his hand went to the short ponytail he had, loosening the band to let his hair fall freely to rest on his shoulders. Looking at the Ponytail holder he grinned as he remembered back to the first time he had met with the Dean. The man had stared at Mikes hair yet Mike was sick and tired of having been given a hard time about his hair once too often by people. “Look” he had told the Dean “You know I'm one of the three best you can get for this job. The Henderson and Rawley are not going to leave their current position. So it's me or someone less qualified. If you give me any grief about my Ponytail, it IS one of the less qualified”. In the end they had agreed that he would cut it, to where his hair would only reach his shoulders. A small victory was better than none.<br><br><em>“A-ha” </em>Mike said with a grin, finding his little planner and opened it to today's date. <em>“Lecture, lecture, lunch with Conny. Meh, skip the lunch. She let me sit there the past three times and never showed”</em> he mumbled to himself. <em>“There we go. 3:30 C.Hamlin for Assistant and Project” </em>he said trying to bring a face to the note.<em> “C.Hamlin” </em>he repeated, still trying to figure out who it was. He had received a letter in reply to the message he had posted on the board that he was looking for an Assistant and also that he was looking for volunteers to test theories on Suggestive Hypnosis. He knew she was one of his Students but her could not for the life put a face to the name in his book.<br><br><em>“Well, we'll see you at 3:30 C.Hamlin”</em> Mike said closing his planner and placing it back on the chaos that once had been his desk. Casually he glanced at his wristwatch and realized it was allready 3:15 <em>“Oh great”</em> he said, walking over to the kitchen to make some coffee.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Psychology 101 (oOoNickyoOo &amp; Mjoellnir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>oOoNICKIoOo</strong> on <strong>14-10-2009, 03:11:16</strong>
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				The day seemed to be dragging on forever as Christina looked down at her at her watch for the hundredth time.&nbsp; She had a meeting later that day to apply for a position as the assistant to Professor Mike Baker.&nbsp; It also happened that Professor Baker was already one of Christina's professors.&nbsp; He taught psychology, which happened to be the class Christina was most interested in and curious about.&nbsp; She'd always sit in the same seat - one row back from the front, directly in the middle.&nbsp; With that being said, she'd known him since the beginning of the semester and it already more than a month into school.&nbsp; Christina figured this would make the process of being interview much smoother, but from the way she continued to eye her watch every five seconds, this didn't exactly seem to be the case.<br><br>Along with being Professor Baker's assistant she had also took a great deal of interest into something else that he had posted along with his request for an assistant.&nbsp; On the paper he had included a need for volunteers to be tested on subjects related to Suggestive Hypnosis.&nbsp; For some reasons this really intrigued Christina.&nbsp; She found the idea very exciting and it only made her more curious as time went on.&nbsp; When she'd finally decided to apply for the assistant position, she'd also included a section in her letter mentioning she would be more than willing to also volunteer to be a subject in his testing.&nbsp; After she'd sent her letter a few days before, each day that passed she grew more and more anxious to finally talk to Professor Baker about it.<br><br>Christina sat nervously on one of the large wooden benches outside in the courtyard.&nbsp; Students walking quickly back and forth in front of her, not taking any notice of her at all.&nbsp; They all seemed to be hurrying off to their next class or back to their dorms, or maybe even to grab a meal in the cafeteria.&nbsp; The courtyard was a very open area with a few wooden benches here and there.&nbsp; In the center was a tall maple tree, the leaves just starting to turn a pale orange color.&nbsp; Flowers had been planted all around the base of the tree for decoration.&nbsp; Christina always seemed to end up in the courtyard, just as much as any other place on campus.&nbsp; She enjoyed it and it was more of a place for her to relax.<br><br>She tried her best to calm herself as she quickly reached for her messenger bag next to her.&nbsp; She flipped open the tan canvas top and stuck her hand in, rummaging for a few seconds before pulling out a small compact mirror.&nbsp; Sticking her hand in once more she pulled out a sparkly pink lip gloss.&nbsp; As she looked into the mirror she applied the lip gloss and tossed it back in her bag.&nbsp; Moving the mirror away from her a bit, she ran her fingers through her brown hair to make sure there were no bumps or crazy looks hairs flying everywhere.&nbsp; Somehow she often seemed to find herself coming into classes with her hair looking a bit out of place from the wind outside.&nbsp; Once she was satisfied with the way her hair looked she slipped the mirror back into her bag and closed her bag again.<br><br>Looking at her watch once more she realized it was already 3:15.&nbsp; Her interview was at 3:30.&nbsp; Christina figured by the time she walked to Professor Baker's office it would be nearly time for her interview.&nbsp; She wanted to be a bit early, just to show that she was punctual and could be counted on to be there on time.&nbsp; She stood up from the bench and patted down the front of her pea coat to straighten it out.&nbsp; She leaned down and grab her messenger back, swinging it over her left shoulder.<br><br>After making sure she hadn't forgotten anything she started towards Professor Baker's office.&nbsp; She'd only been there once before when she first signed up for the class, besides that she'd never spent much time on that side of campus.&nbsp; Christina didn't have much reason to, so everything was still a bit unfamiliar to her.&nbsp; As she walked by each building she'd quickly look at the sign on the side for the building name.&nbsp; Tarnished silver letters were attached to each building with their name.&nbsp; Once she finally found the building where Professor Baker's office was located she pulled open the door as a gust of wind blew in after her.&nbsp; She could feel her hair swept up as the wind hit her.&nbsp; Once inside, with a unsatisfied look on her face, she walked towards one of the glass display cases in the hallway and quickly matted down her hair again.<br><br>Christina slowly walked down the hall, the only sound was the sound of her shoes touching the ground lightly.&nbsp; She glanced at each door, quickly reading the name and moving on.&nbsp; When she finally came to Professor Baker's door she paused for a moment, drawing a sharp breath in and letting it out slowly.&nbsp; She then reached her hand up and knocked timidly on the door.&nbsp; She waited there quietly, staring down at her shoes for a moment, then looking back up at the door in front of her, just waiting for it to open.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Psychology 101 (oOoNickyoOo &amp; Mjoellnir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mjoellnir</strong> on <strong>15-10-2009, 02:22:07</strong>
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				As he heard the knock on his door Mike had just come back from the kitchen with his coffee. Checking his watch he smiled <em>“3:25” </em>Once again he tried to picture a face to the name but still he failed.<em> “Come in”</em> he said loud enough to be heard as he sat down at his desk, taking the stacks of paperwork, letting them fall on the floor next to the desk. He didn't want to talk with her with a barrier of unfinished work between them.<br><br>When she entered he immediately knew who she was. He had seen her often. She had attended all of his lectures so far, since the semester started, usually sat in the middle almost in the front. He had noticed her because she was cute. She reminded him of a girl he had known when he was in College and seeing her had broughtback pleasant memories. Pleasant and wild at the same time. As the girl now walked into his office those memories returned to him for a moment and a smile came across his lips.<br><em><br>“Have a seat Miss”</em> he said, still smiling as he looked her over. She was actually more than cute. Her long brown hair falling softly almost halfway across her chest, the blueish grey eyes that seemed to constantly be sparkling a smile and the 'Girl next door' smile she had all added to her charm. 'If I were 15 years younger, I'd go for her in a heartbeat' he thought to himself, his smile widening.<br><br><em>“Nice to meet you Miss. I remember you. You were in my lectures. I hope I didn't bore you to a near death experience”</em> he said, attempting to break the ice a little and make her feel more comfortable. He knew how awkward it was for most young students to get used to the College life as it was, let alone apply for a job with a Professor. Lifting his mug he raised his eyebrows questioningly and looked at her <em>“Coffee?”</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Psychology 101 (oOoNickyoOo &amp; Mjoellnir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>oOoNICKIoOo</strong> on <strong>15-10-2009, 07:55:28</strong>
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				After waiting for what felt like forever, Christina finally heard a voice on the other side of the door.&nbsp; She paused for a moment before placing her hand on the gold doorknob and turning it to the left.&nbsp; She slowly opened the door, peering in before she entered as if she expected she might be interrupting something.&nbsp; Once aware that there was no one else there, she fully opened the door and stepped inside, closing it behind her.<br><br><em>Okay... Relax, Breath!</em> Christina thought to her and she smiled at Professor Baker, trying to give the impression she was very calm and confident. She stood there concentrating on her breathing for a moment, realizing how nervous she was and how fast her heart was beating.<br><br>When he told her to take a seat, she walked over to one of the chairs in front of his desk and sat down, placing her messenger bag lightly on the floor next to her, letting the strap fall from her shoulder.&nbsp; She then unbuttoned her jacket and slipped her left arm out, followed by her right.&nbsp; She let the jacket fall against the back of the chair as she readjusted herself in the seat.&nbsp; She looked up at him again and gave a warm smile.<br><br>Now that she thought about it she'd probably never been this close to Professor Baker before.&nbsp; She was in his class, but she was usually a lot farther back than she was at the moment.&nbsp; As she looked at him she studied his face, noticing his dark brown eyes.&nbsp; Her own eyes drifted to his hair.&nbsp; She hadn't ever really thought much about guy's hair, but for some reason she was oddly attracted to the way Professor Baker's hair looked on him.&nbsp; Her eyes drifted back to meet his again.<br><br>As he continued and she noted the fact that he remember her she felt a little less awkward about the situation.&nbsp; She smiled when he talked about the class being boring.&nbsp; She couldn't help herself, but to respond to that bit.&nbsp; "<em>Your class isn't at all boring!&nbsp; I think it's really, really interesting.&nbsp; It's actually my favourite class.</em>"&nbsp; As she said that she blushed lightly, trying her best to ignore it, hoping he hadn't taken notice.<br><br>As he lifted his coffee mug to offer her some, she smiled again.&nbsp; "<em>Yeah, if it's not a problem or anything...</em> she said nervously as her voice trailed off.&nbsp; Why did she have to be so nervous?&nbsp; She realized she'd been nervously playing with the edge of her shirt.&nbsp; She made and effort to lightly place her hands in her lap as she eyed Professor Baker waiting for his response.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Psychology 101 (oOoNickyoOo &amp; Mjoellnir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mjoellnir</strong> on <strong>15-10-2009, 19:14:57</strong>
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				Mike smiled as she commented on his class being her favorite one, the gentle blush that kissed her lips added to her natural appeal. Her words seemed sincere and not just said to flatter him and smoothtalk her way to a job. <em>“Sure thing” </em>he said when she agreed to have coffee<em> “otherwise I wouldn't have asked”. </em><br><br>Walking to the kitchen he asked <em>“Milk and Sugar?”</em> then prepared the coffee the way she had chosen. As he came back into his office he handed her the mug before returning back to his seat, sipping his coffee. He looked at her and smiled “There is no need to be nervous. I am a human being and so are you” he said, having noticed her hands playing with the hem of her shirt, occupying herself in a usual reaction to try and stay calm. <br><br><em>“So tell me..." he said looking at her letter for her last name ... "Miss Hamlin. Why do you want the job, are you prepared to work off hours, what do you think we do in the studies and why do wish to participate in them as well. I know, a lot of questions, but take your time”</em> he said smiling as he leaned back in his chair with a warm welcoming smile, sipping occasionally from his coffee as he listened to her, holding the mug between both hands otherwise.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Psychology 101 (oOoNickyoOo &amp; Mjoellnir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>oOoNICKIoOo</strong> on <strong>15-10-2009, 20:58:31</strong>
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				"<em>Yes please</em>" was Christina's response when Professor Baker asked her if she wanted milk and sugar in her coffee.&nbsp; When he came back she smiled, accepting to the warm mug from his hands.&nbsp; Her hands lightly touched his as he handed her the cup.&nbsp; She could feel the warmth of his skin as their hands touched for that brief moment.&nbsp; She couldn't help but enjoy the feeling of physical contact with someone, especially someone who happened to be a guy.&nbsp; Since Christina was so shy, she'd never really had a boyfriend or anything like that.&nbsp; She knew it was something she obviously thought about and wanted, but she just hadn't found someone who liked her the way she was and was willing to take time to get to know her and let her open up on her own.<br><br>Christina took a quick sip of her coffee, letting it warm her lips, and then her throat as she swallowed.&nbsp; She removed the mug from her lips and set it down in her lap with both hands cupped around it.&nbsp; Christina listened intently as Professor Baker started to ask her questions about why exactly she was there.<br><br><em>Okay this is the part I need to do well on...</em> Christina thought to herself.&nbsp; She paused to think about the questions thoroughly before giving her response.<br><br>"<em>Well, as I kind of mentioned before, your classes is my favourite class so far this semester, so I figured working with you would be just as interesting.&nbsp; I just really like psychology, so I'm trying to take in as much as I can.&nbsp; I'm more than willing to work as much as you need me.&nbsp; Right now I have a good amount of free time in my schedule, so I kind of need something to fit that time.</em>"&nbsp; She smiled, pausing to think of what to say to the rest of his questions.<br><br>"<em>As for the part about the suggestive hypnosis studies, I wasn't exactly entirely sure what it meant would happen, but for some reason I just find the idea of suggestive hypnosis to be really intriguing and exciting.&nbsp; I'm not really sure what it is, but I'm just really fascinated by it and something I'd want to be a part of and try...</em>"&nbsp; Her voice trailed off slightly at the end.&nbsp; She wasn't sure why exactly she was so eager to participate in the study, but she really wanted to.&nbsp; Christina only hoped he wouldn't find her eagerness to be hypnotized weird in anyway.&nbsp; She tried to picture in her mind what it might be like, but she still was a bit uncertain.<br><br>Now that she'd answered his questions she took another small sip from her mug and looked back at Professor Baker, hoping her answers were enough to satisfy him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Psychology 101 (oOoNickyoOo &amp; Mjoellnir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mjoellnir</strong> on <strong>16-10-2009, 03:01:20</strong>
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				Mike sat comfortably in his chair and looked at her as he listened to her , occasionally sipping from his coffee. When she was done he smiled <em>“Sounds all very reasonable I must say. You should know though, that for the position a my Assistant I can't pay you a whole lot. If you knew what I am given here to work with, you would robably quit College and begin to work at a Fastfood restaurant </em>he chuckled. <em>“Nah, but seriously. I can pay you 5 per hour, usually I will need you a good 4 to 5 hours a day, if you can make the time. I don';t want your work here to interfere with any of your classes. If you feel you can't do both at one time, let me know” </em><br><br>Taking another sip from his coffee he thought for a moment then continued “The study. Well...I want to work with students on the question wether or not suggestive Hypnosis works. There are some studies that claim it does, others claim it doesn't. You know the things like, suggesting someone is a chicken, a Singer or a Pornstar. Not acting like it while under Hypnosis mind you, but after coming out of it. Just so far ... I have not heard from anyone just yet. Then again its” the phone rang an sighing quietly he looked at it <em>“just a moment”</em> he said, smiling at her while picking up the phone.<br><br><em>“Yeah Baker here”</em> he paused <em>“Oh hi, how are you?” </em>After a few moments he spoke again <em>“Oh I see. Well I don't know if I can come to the conference. Besides 4 months from now, I won't even remember that it is held. I tell you what, why don't you give the details to my Assistant. Just a moment” </em>he said, then placed his hand over the handset and standing up he looked at her with a smile <em>“Welcome to the staff”</em> as he held out the handset for her to take.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Psychology 101 (oOoNickyoOo &amp; Mjoellnir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>oOoNICKIoOo</strong> on <strong>16-10-2009, 04:01:40</strong>
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				Christina continued to take small sips of her coffee here and there as Professor Baker talked about what would be required of her.&nbsp; When he mentioned the 4 to 5 hours a day, she nodded in agreement that it would be okay for her to be there that much.&nbsp; She knew if she managed her time well she'd be able to fit everything in, plus the idea of being there that much was exciting to her.&nbsp; Originally Christina wasn't entirely sure how much time was needed for the job, but now that she knew, it sounded just right to her.<br><br>Finally Professor Baker got to talk about suggestive hypnosis.&nbsp; This is the part she was most interested in.&nbsp; As he continued to discuss what the main goal of the study was she could feel her mind begin to wander, thinking of all the possibilities that could happen.&nbsp; She thought about what exactly could be suggested.&nbsp; After given a few examples by Professor Baker she couldn't help but feel more and more curious.&nbsp; Her eyes lit up a little as he talked about it.<br><br>Suddenly the phone rang.&nbsp; Christina had been so interested in the conversation she jumped slightly when the phone started ringing.&nbsp; She smiled at Professor Baker, wondering whether or not he noticed.&nbsp; She pushed those thoughts aside though as he spoke to whoever was on the other line.&nbsp; Christina didn't want it to seem as though she was listening in on his&nbsp; conversation, so she took another sip of her coffee and began looking around the room.&nbsp; She hadn't really looked at her surroundings until now.&nbsp; When she first came in she was so nervous she didn't bother to be observant about where she was.&nbsp; She saw all sorts of books scattered around as well as multiple stacks of papers.&nbsp; She assumed it was all students work that was still to be given marks.<br><br>She then turned back to Professor Baker wondering if it would be a long phone call or not, but her attention was drawn back into the conversation as he mentioned something about his Assistant.&nbsp; Before Christina knew it she was being handed the phone.&nbsp; She set her coffee down carefully on the edge of Professor Baker's desk.&nbsp; She then quickly fumbled to grab the phone and put it up to her ear.<br><br><em>"Hello?"</em> she said a bit uneasily, not knowing who was on the other line.&nbsp; She paused for a moment as the person began to speak.&nbsp; She looked up at Professor Baker as the person continued to talk and gave him and awkward smile.&nbsp; She then turned to her side and flipped open her messenger back, pulling out a pen and her agenda book.&nbsp; Christina scribbled notes down into the book quickly, making sure to get everything that was said.<br><br><em>"Yes, I understand... Okay, I'll definitely mark that date. </em> She wrote another note on the calendar portion of her agenda book.<br><br><em>"Okay, thank you.&nbsp; Bye."</em> She said before taking the phone away from her ear and hanging it up.&nbsp; She looked back up at Professor Baker who was still standing there.<br><br><em>"Um... Well, you have a conference 4 months from now"</em> She smiled as she said this, feeling proud of herself.&nbsp; She wasn't sure exactly why.&nbsp; Answer the phone didn't take a rocket scientist, but she still felt like maybe she would actually be able to really help out with stuff Professor Baker needed.&nbsp; Christina paused, waiting to see if he would make any comments as to how she handled her first phone call.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Psychology 101 (oOoNickyoOo &amp; Mjoellnir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mjoellnir</strong> on <strong>16-10-2009, 12:31:51</strong>
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				Mike watched her as she handled the call, smiling a little at the fact that she handled the situation extremely well, considering how nervous she had appeared earlier. When she hung up the phone he nodded appreciatively <em>“You got yourself a job Miss Hamlin”.</em><br><br>Walking back to the kitchen he said<em> “Come on I show you around. You can leave your bag here the tour of the house of horrors will stop in my office again”</em> he smiled. The house of horrors is what he and Kathy jokingly called it.<em> “No worries. It is not haunted”</em> Mike explained as he looked at her again <em>“Next year a Parapsychology chair will be added and we're supposed to share this house then, so Kathy, Professor Engerston and I have been making our little jokes about the house becoming the target for all Ghosts in the area”.</em><br><br>When they reached the kitchen he showed her where everything was in case she ever needed coffee or any other beverage, even a little snack which they kept in the fridge at all times <em>“You don't necessarily have to make me coffee, but it would be nice on occasion”</em> he smiled at her. He showed her the bathroom before leading her upstairs to the rooms they used for their sessions and studies...experiments as Kathy preferred to call them. <br><br>The rooms were nicely furnished. Both looked almost identical. There was a desk with a high rest chair much like his in the downstairs office, two freeform chairs as well as a big soft leather couch. In the corner opposite the door was a huge pile of pillows <em>“For Pillow fights. Wonderful stress relief” </em>he explained looking at Cristina. <br><br><em>“Allright, since this is your first day, you take your pick...paperwork or get hypnotized?”</em> he asked her with a smile<em> “You don't always get to choose but it is your first day after all”.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Psychology 101 (oOoNickyoOo &amp; Mjoellnir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>oOoNICKIoOo</strong> on <strong>17-10-2009, 04:51:34</strong>
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				Christina smiled even wider when Professor Baker officially gave her a job.<br><br><em>"Thank you Professor Baker.&nbsp; I really do appreciate it.</em>&nbsp; She said with a beaming smile on her face.&nbsp; As he offered to show her around she quickly got up from her chair.&nbsp; She straightened her shirt as she stood up and began following Professor Baker.<br><br>After Professor Baker mentioned something about ghosts, Christina started following a bit more closely behind Professor Baker.&nbsp; For some reason she was always freaked out really easily.&nbsp; She could never bare to watch scary movies, whether that was on her own, or with other people.&nbsp; Sometimes she thought she had an overactive imagination because she always seemed to think whatever happened in scary movies could possibly come true.&nbsp; It didn't matter if it was the most absurd idea you've ever heard of... It could happen!<br><br>He showed her the kitchen and mentioned making coffee for him every once in a while.&nbsp; When he turned to smile at her, she smiled back, feeling oddly nervous for some reason, almost like butterflies.&nbsp; She quickly pushed the feelings aside and continued to follow him upstairs.<br><br>Christina peered into the rooms, trying to take in as much as possible.&nbsp; From the outside of the building she wouldn't have expected the rooms inside to look like this.&nbsp; They were so nicely furnished that she couldn't help but want to explore the room more in depth, but she didn't want to take up too much of Professor Baker's time at the moment.<br><br>As he mentioned the pillows, Christina turned to see them stacked up in the cover of the room.&nbsp; She hadn't noticed it before, but now that he had mentioned it, she figured she wouldn't have assumed pillow fight on first though.&nbsp; <em>"Oh..." </em> she said softly, still eyeing the stack of pillows.&nbsp; For some reason she couldn't exactly picture Professor Baker having a pillow fight.<br><br>Once the tour was over and she figured Professor Baker would immediately put her to work, she was quite surprised by his question.&nbsp; She hadn't expected him to give her much of an option as to what she did with her time while she was there.&nbsp; The thought of being hypnotized make her more excited and the instant he said it, she knew that's the one she would choose, but she didn't want to seem too eager about it.&nbsp; Now that she knew it was a possible she also had a slight feeling of nervousness.&nbsp; She'd obviously never been hypnotized before, so she wasn't exactly sure what to expect, but her curiosity won her over in the end.<br><br><em>I'd probably have to go with being hypnotized.</em> she said shyly.&nbsp; She could feel her cheeks turning a bit pink again.&nbsp; She smiled, but slightly avoided Professor Baker's eye contact as she stood there, uncertain of exactly what he would say or do next.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Psychology 101 (oOoNickyoOo &amp; Mjoellnir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mjoellnir</strong> on <strong>17-10-2009, 12:37:02</strong>
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				<em>“Alright” </em>Mike smiled and motioned for her to have a seat on the soft, lush leather couch. After pulling one of the freeform chairs closer to the couch he took a small digital camcorder and turned it on, setting it up so it would directly record her upper body.<em> “We always do that” </em>he smiled <em>“standard procedure. Some 20 years ago things were taped, before that written down, these days we use video”. </em><br><br>After he sat in his chair, he looked at her again and smiled <em>“You should take your shoes off, it's more comfortable that way”</em> he smiled softly, almost fatherly to make her feel more at ease. <em>“Then please lay down on the couch, as comfortable as you can get without falling asleep on me”</em> he joked.<br><br>((when characters interact directly with each other I like to make my posts a bit shorter to avoid my character doing something that would assume an action taken by yours. thus the shorter post ;) ))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Psychology 101 (oOoNickyoOo &amp; Mjoellnir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>oOoNICKIoOo</strong> on <strong>17-10-2009, 23:26:25</strong>
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				Christina walked timidly towards the leather couch in front of her, sitting where Professor Baker had indicated.&nbsp; For some reason, now that she was actually sitting down and knew she was going to be hypnotized she felt a tad bit more nervous.&nbsp; When she noticed Professor Baker taking out a digital camcorder she could feel the butterflies in her stomach starting to build.&nbsp; She nodded as he explains why he has the camcorder.<br><br>Once she had finally sat herself down comfortably on the couch she leaned down and slipped off her flats, placing them on the floor next to her.&nbsp; Christina then turned to the side, laying the back of her head against one of the thick pillows on the couch.&nbsp; She pulled her legs up after her, letting them stretch out along the rest of the couch.<br><br>Christina let out a small sigh, trying to release all the tension that had built up from being nervous.&nbsp; Now that she was laying down she looked over at Professor Baker as if asking what to do next.&nbsp; <em>"Okay...</em>" she said softly, indicating she was settled.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Psychology 101 (oOoNickyoOo &amp; Mjoellnir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mjoellnir</strong> on <strong>18-10-2009, 03:34:21</strong>
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				Mike watched her as she settled on the couch, he could almost feel how nervous she was, so obvious was it. Personally he would have thought that paperwork might have been the better choice on her first day but she had made her decision. As she laid on her side, looking at him he again held his thoughts for a moment, looking at her. <br><br>She was indeed very beautiful, especially for a Girl her age, not as heavily plastered with makeup like most others in her agegroup, she looked naturally beautiful, what little makeup she wore, if any, was hardly noticeable and Mike had always admired a woman who was confident enough to look natural. Of course it helped tremendously, he thought, if one looked naturally as good as Christina did.<br><br><em>“Alright” </em>he said in a soft, deep voice, speaking slowly to soothe and comfort her, easing the stress <em>“Now lay on your back please, your eyes closed, your arms either at your side or on your abdomen. It doesn't matter to me. You will listen to my voice, and only my voice. There will be nothing else no other noise in this room or anywhere else. When I ask you something, say the first thing that comes to your mind. Do you understand that?”</em><br><br>After she had answered he continued<em> “Good. Now before we begin with the actual hypnosis, let me ask you a few things. Tell me what scares you the most and what makes you feel the happiest?”</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Psychology 101 (oOoNickyoOo &amp; Mjoellnir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>oOoNICKIoOo</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 16:40:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Christina smiled quickly at Professor Baker before doing as told.&nbsp; She took a deep breath as she turned over onto her back, letting it all out once she had situated herself comfortably.&nbsp; She places her hands at her sides, before slowly closing her eyes.&nbsp; Christina tried her best to calm her breathing as she heard him continue to speak.&nbsp; His voice actually did calm her down as she continued to listen.&nbsp; Her breathing soon become slow and relaxed.<br><br>When asked if she understood she answered with a soft yes, before he started to talk again.&nbsp; She listened to his question, but at first wasn't sure how to answer.&nbsp; She didn't want to say anything to personal that might make Professor Baker uncomfortable, but he had told to her say what came to her mind first.<br><br><em>"I guess the thing that scares me most would be... um..."</em> she paused for a second to think about her answer.<br><br><em>"Rejection,&nbsp; It's just something that really scares me and I always worry about."</em>&nbsp; She took a deep breath and let it out before answer the next question.<br><br><em>"As for what makes me feel the happiest, I'd have to say being around my friends and family.&nbsp; As long as that's not too cliche or anything, but I also do like singing a lot."</em>&nbsp; She hoped she was talking too much.&nbsp; She laid there with her eyes closed waiting to see what he would ask her next.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Psychology 101 (oOoNickyoOo &amp; Mjoellnir)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mjoellnir</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 02:21:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mike smiled as she began to relax and listened to what she said.<em> “Alright Christina. Thank you for your answers” </em>he said, his voice calm and soothing.<br><em><br>“Alright, now you will relax further and further. Nothing exists but your breathing and my voice, do you understand that?”</em><br><br>After a moment he continued, looking at her <em>“You will now consciously breath in and out, every breath you draw will relax you, will relax your muscles. You can feel it beginning in your feet, they become light, almost weightless, relaxed”</em> he spoke lowly.<br><br><em>“Then you feel it in your legs, beginning at the ankles”</em> he continued and after a few more minutes he had talked her through her whole body, telling her how to relax it, how to let go of all thoughts, emotions and only hear his voice and feel her breathing.<br><em><br>“You are now in a room. It is much like this one. Has a couch, a desk and a few chairs. It is the waiting room to your mind Christina. When you walk through the door you will see that it has a sign on it. The sign will change and tell you what you will see behind the door. Let it change by itself, don't try and force it. Look at it and tell me what you see, then go through the door” </em>he said softly, waiting for the reply in her own time.
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