And that makes you feel...? [Mordant & sunbeams]
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				Title: <strong>And that makes you feel...? [Mordant &amp; sunbeams]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sunbeams</strong> on <strong>04-04-2011, 13:02:35</strong>
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				Her stomach hurt. It hurt all the time, some episodes of pain worse than others. Of course, her doctor had given her pills to help... and they did, to an extent. There was still a faint panging in her gut. Marie Berkley (http://i900.photobucket.com/albums/ac210/needleinarm/gals/555579_403_p2.jpg) had a loaded schedule, a mixture of work and school, and kept busy enough that she might just spontaneously combust one day. Not even the malicious throbbing in her stomach could keep her from performing at top capacity. The doctor had told her that her ulcer was due to stress. Stress, of all things. Marie wasn't stressed, and stress couldn't actually hurt someone, could it? Yeah, right.<br>&nbsp;<br>Green eyes stared at the sign outside of the office for a while, unsure and worried. She wasn't crazy, so she didn't understand why she was actually going through with her doctor's advice. Wanting to keep a consistent schedule, she had already scheduled four appointments in advance. If she got a good feeling about the sessions, Marie would probably schedule even more, perhaps even two months of appointments to keep consistency.<br>&nbsp;<br>With a light groan, she approached the building and went in, checking in with the secretary and taking a seat in the corner of the waiting room. Long, slender fingers adjusted her fitted, button-up shirt. There was no pattern, just a light purple color somewhere in between a pastel and your average purple. It was long, falling over her jeans and ending right above where her legs began. She shuffled through a messenger bag slung over her shoulder, grabbing a tube of chapstick and rubbing it on her lips.<br>&nbsp;<br>Gazing over at the hallway leading to the therapists' rooms, she adjusted her bangs and pulled her pony tail a little tighter, checking a small silver watch on a thin chain around her wrist. "Five minutes late," Marie mumbled lightly under her breath, sighing afterwards.
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				Title: <strong>Re: And that makes you feel...? [Mordant &amp; sunbeams]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordant</strong> on <strong>04-04-2011, 19:46:30</strong>
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				Jacob Warden sat at his desk mulling over a crossword puzzle, hazel eyes drifting to the clock every so often. As a relatively new graduate with his Masters and Doctoral degree at twenty-eight, most of Jacob's patients were doctor referrals and his latest was no exception. Marie Berkley, nineteen, stomach ulcer. He already had most of the four sessions she had scheduled planned -- in fact, Jacob had already thought about her treatment regime. Anxiety and stress in university students: it wasn't the most unique problem, after all. <br><br>But Jacob was only able to recommend certain treatments, as medication was often replaced by therapeutic conversation. As such was the area of counseling psychology. <br><br>Expecting an easy afternoon, Jacob thanked his secretary when she paged him about his patient's arrival and put away all but Marie's file. He took a moment to smooth down his own collared shirt and navy blue sweater, before stepping out and glancing down the hallway. He spotted her easily and smiled. "Miss. Berkley?" He watched her curiously for a moment, getting a feel for her character and appraising her generally doe-eyed appearance. <br><br>Jacob's own eyes brightened as he leaned back against the opened door to his room, gesturing with an arm toward it. "Please come in."
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				Title: <strong>Re: And that makes you feel...? [Mordant &amp; sunbeams]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sunbeams</strong> on <strong>04-04-2011, 23:26:28</strong>
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				Marie shot to attention when she heard her name, standing up and walking over to the hallway by the secretary and following Jacob to his office. When he offered, she moved into the room and took a seat on the small couch in front of his desk, crossing one leg over the other and looking around. "Does this mean I'm crazy?" she questioned, looking completely serious and a little troubled. Her eyes drifted over Jacob, taking in his appearance and dress before gazing to the plain black flats on her feet.<br>&nbsp;<br>"Because, I'm not. Or, at least, I thought so." Marie pulled at a loose thread on her jeans, which didn't alleviate the problem and only served to make the thread longer. "Do you have any scissors?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: And that makes you feel...? [Mordant &amp; sunbeams]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordant</strong> on <strong>05-04-2011, 00:12:58</strong>
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				Most patients Dr. Warden had worked with were either convinced they had some kind of issue, or in complete denial. Marie's honesty was refreshing, and Jacob thought it might have been because she was younger than the others. <br><br>When she settled on the couch his eyes followed her gaze down to her flats, and he raised a brow. This was one of those times he wished he knew what his patients were really thinking, if anything at all. "Here." He handed her a pair of scissors from his drawer. "I don't think you're crazy," he said honestly while easing himself into the leather chair directly across from her and watching as she toyed with the thread. <br><br>After a moment, he kept his focus on her eyes and lightly asked, "How's your stomach feeling?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: And that makes you feel...? [Mordant &amp; sunbeams]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sunbeams</strong> on <strong>05-04-2011, 01:00:30</strong>
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				"Thank you," she told him as she got up to retrieve the scissors, sitting back down and snipping the thread off. Marie placed the scissors on the edge of his desk before leaning to the side of Jacob's desk to throw the thread away. Then she sat back against the couch, getting a little comfier and more relaxed.<br>&nbsp;<br>A brief, anxious smile appeared when he told her he didn't think she was crazy. What was crazy, anyway? Just something out of the socially constructed, undefinable, "norm." Marie supposed, though, that she'd rather just play by the rules. It seemed abundantly more enjoyable.<br>&nbsp;<br>Her hand moved over her stomach, tapping lightly before moving to rest on her knee. "I was running late this morning," she told him, "Forgot to take a pill. It hurts, but it could be worse, y'know?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: And that makes you feel...? [Mordant &amp; sunbeams]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordant</strong> on <strong>05-04-2011, 01:41:25</strong>
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				Jacob could have offered to reschedule the session. If the crossword puzzle on his desk wasn't his only plan for the evening, he might have. He glanced Marie and considered why he seemed to enjoy her presence. Her quirks, the slight fidgeting, the curious expression in her eyes. <br><br>He finally decided a neutral approach. "Tell me if it gets any worse than normal, alright?" He gave a crooked smile. "We use that word too often in society: normal. Don't we?"<br><br>Crossing his legs, Dr. Warden leaned back in his seat. Naturally long-limbed, his arms hung off the armrests somewhat. "It must have been a busy morning. I hope you didn't go through all the trouble for me." He watched as she blinked, studied her body language, and mimicked it. Relaxing when she relaxed. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: And that makes you feel...? [Mordant &amp; sunbeams]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sunbeams</strong> on <strong>06-04-2011, 03:07:24</strong>
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				Marie nodded. "Sure, I can do that," she responded. Looking to her nails, she briefly wondered why she had never covered them up with fake ones, nor had the interest to. "Normal. Normal. It's generally thought of as a positive thing, right? Normality in society is pretty important, and I think it's pretty positive. What I don't understand is that it's normal to give kids prescription pills that are pretty much amphetamines to cope with 'behavioral problems.' Right." She bit her lip after she finished speaking, feeling like she was talking too much--but she also supposed that was the weird thing about getting therapy.<br>&nbsp;<br>"I'm glad you're not a psychiatrist." Marie smiled, looking over to the wall for a moment, before returning her gaze to the man.<br>&nbsp;<br>"No, it wasn't all that busy. I just had a harder time than usual getting out of bed," she muttered the ending a bit, pondering why she was divulging everything so easily. It must have been some Psychology voodoo, or some other form of dirty rotten trick people with PhDs could use, she joked to herself, smiling once again.
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