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Jul 11, 2016 17:53:07 GMT
Post by Moon Rabbit on Jul 11, 2016 17:53:07 GMT
 out of dread, yolande had skipped what was supposed to be her first session. and her second. but the initiative itself had issued her to see this psychologist (or psychiatrist, or therapist, or whatever the tern was) and she can't ignore its authority forever. besides, she feels guilty deleting the voicemails from dr. inoue.
so she stands in front of the office door for what is supposed to be her third session but is actually her first. she's a couple minutes early, she realizes in surprise as she glances at her watch, which gives her more than enough time to have second doubts. yolande knows that her activity is in shambles and her apathy is getting largely in the way of her work, so she should have expected this to happen. and yet it comes at a surprise to know that her incompetency is noteworthy enough for the organization to direct her to someone who could potentially help.
well, the initiative couldn't afford mistakes. but if that was true, then why don't they just give her the boot?
ice crawls under her skin as she pushes the door open, pale eyes flitting nervously about. why does she even need a psychologist? she's just lazy. incompetent. and that's her problem, not some random professional's. this was a waste of time, for both her and the doctor. "uh, hello," yolande says, voice unintentionally flat and monotonous. "is dr. inoue here? i have an, er. an appointment."
Evelyn Inoue
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Post by Evelyn Inoue on Jul 12, 2016 2:57:39 GMT
Going over her appointments for tomorrow, double checking everything in case her temp messed something up, Evelyn knew who she was supposed to see in the next few minutes. She was a perfectionist, and needed things to be in order the way she needed them to be. Glancing at the time she wondered absently if Ms. Yolande would arrive this afternoon, or decide not to come once again. Truthfully she felt sympathy for the girl, what with her work harshly encouraging these appointments that implied a pressure on her. That wasn't how she liked to do her work. If someone didn't want her help, she was in no place to force them even if they needed it. She could only encourage herself, let those that may be reluctant understand that they didn't need to think ill of themselves or be uncomfortable with her and their talks. It was completely normal to talk to someone after all, and even though she couldn't be on the level of a very close friend to her patients she still sought to make them comfortable with her on such a level. It was hard. She debated calling the Initiative, asking for them to go easy on pressuring this girl to see her in hopes that she might come on her own accord. It worried her to merely leave voicemails. Not having realized she'd been spacing out until she heard a brief knock on her door. "Come in." He replied to said knock, seeing the face of her temp as the woman expressed that her scheduled patient was present. She was surprised, and it was apparent on her expression before she forced it away and stood from her desk. "Alright, have her come in." Picking up her notepad and file she had prepared for the young lady with her information printed on its surface, Evelyn walked to her chair in front of the curtain covered bay window and waited patiently for Yolande to enter, as she did Evelyn welcomed her with a smile, and gestured for her to sit in the couch across from where she sat. "Good afternoon." Evelyn crossed her right leg over the other to rest her notes on her lap. "Please have a seat Ms. Yolande."Moon Rabbit
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Jul 14, 2016 21:29:27 GMT
Post by Moon Rabbit on Jul 14, 2016 21:29:27 GMT
her throat squeezes as she is lead down by what appears to be the psychologist's personal assistant, glancing over her shoulder to the door. is it too late to turn back? well, she can't just run out now, can she? submitting to her fate, she squeezes her hands into fists as she enters the office where the psychologist lies in wait. that's how she imagines it, anyway--a predator lurking within the depths, drawing its prey nearer and nearer.
it's a ridiculous comparison, but she can't help but feel that way.
she nods towards dr. inoue as she is greeted, her head dipping sharply like it was being forced down. her movements are stiff as she settles onto the couch, trying to make eye contact but failing. the walls seem to be closing in on her. "um, hi," yolande mumbles, speaking around bated breath. christ, she hopes that the doctor doesn't mention her missed appointments. though she knows that has to come up at some point or another. "i'm yolande." oh my god, she already knows that! she inwardly winces. what is she doing?
she waits, hunching over her knees. the walls are getting closer.
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Jul 14, 2016 21:58:46 GMT
Post by Evelyn Inoue on Jul 14, 2016 21:58:46 GMT
She was given records of the girls medical history. Much of her background in the initiative addressed. It was enough to give her an idea how the young lady might act in response to her entry, but for someone who had such a difficult time seemingly expressing herself Evelyn couldn't help but notice that she was extremely nervous if not in addition, uncomfortable as well. Lifting a hand to permit her temp to leave them be, she returned her attention to the hero as the door shut behind her. Most patients got nervous their first time meeting with her. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary, it was just going to be her job to break the ice a little until this girl stopped perceiving her as something scary, but rather someone she could trust. "I'm glad to finally meet you." She grinned, "For heroes I tend to give them more leeway with their appointments. I wouldn't want to get in the way of someone saving the world." The woman paused, not at all bothered by the repetition of the girl's name. "It's a pleasure to meet with you today.""Is there anything I can get you? Water, coffee?" Probably not the latter, she was on edge enough but Evelyn still thought it nice to ask. Collecting her pen and notebook in hand she stood from her chair and waited for the girl to answer, but either way she'd still walk behind her desk to grab a bottle of water from her mini. "I like to have my own place for snacks and drinks. It keeps the people in the office from worrying if they ate my lunch." Evelyn smirked, walked back to their seating arrangement and set down said bottle of water on Yolande's side of the coffee table in front of them before taking a seat once more. "Do you eat breakfast in the morning? I know everyone tells you it's better for your health but I can never find myself actually eating so early."Moon Rabbit
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Post by Moon Rabbit on Jul 16, 2016 1:17:16 GMT
 her medical history isn't that interesting. as a child and teenager she was robust and healthy, coming down with colds and fevers occasionally on winter days but otherwise often not getting sick. she has declined a little since then, described as underweight by her doctor, but otherwise there is nothing wrong with her. she requires no regular medication. she has never been screened for mental issues before.
yolande knows all this and yet she is nervous about dr. inoue's access to her background. maybe, with her apparent extensive psychological knowledge, she can spot a pattern indicating mental decline in her records. she knows something is wrong with her, but she attributes it to lack of good character. so really, she doesn't need to be here. she just needs to improve on herself, somehow. but maybe that's what therapists are for--self improvement. her hands ball into fists. maybe it won't be too hard. she's as low as she can get, so she can only go up from there, right?
she starts as the doctor speaks. the woman seems pleasant, and not much older than her. "oh, uh, yeah. it's nice to meet you too," she says, the words slippery and false on her tongue. but she finds some comfort that dr. inoue doesn't much mind her missing the appointments, though she does anything but save the world. mostly she just stays home and comes into contact with the outside world as little as she can.
"uh, i think i'm fine," yolande responds in response to the offer, feeling that she won't even be able to stomach a sip of water here, she's just that jittery. she bobs her head as the woman talks about keeping food and drink in her office with the growing suspicion that the doctor is trying to make her feel at ease before striking, hitting while she's off guard. she scratches nervously at her wrist.
the question perplexes her. it's so out of the blue, so casual that she can't help but suspect that she's supposed to answer it a certain way. if she says no, will she lecture her about the importance of eating healthy? but the doctor doesn't eat breakfast herself, supposedly, so probably not. maybe she should just be honest.
"er, no. i guess i don't have time." that she doesn't eat breakfast is true. that she doesn't have time to is false. she has all the time in the world (or rather, in the morning) but food rarely is appetizing to her. she finds that when she does muster the motivation to eat, though, she realizes how hungry she is and scarfs down mountains of food. this on and off diet can't be healthy for her, but she isn't sure how to change it. in fact, she doesn't think there's much wrong with it. that's just how it is.
Evelyn Inoue
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Post by Evelyn Inoue on Jul 16, 2016 7:36:46 GMT
Evelyn was uncertain how this girl might feel about her, but what with her missing appointments she suspected that perhaps she wasn't very fond of her from the start. She hoped to make herself seem less intimidating, and more of someone to talk to with this idle chat. While it might seem boring to some, she knew that some of her patients rarely got to talk about the nonsense human things in life. So focused on the dangers, their jobs, it made their normal lives lack that mundane aspect that most humans took for granted. Her inquiries were of course not meant to stir suspicion. She was simply asking to break the tense aura she felt from Yolande, and try and get to know the girl a little without bluntly interrogating her. She was usually curious about these things as well though, for her own sake. She had always thought that heroes lived this strictly stereotypical lives before, until she started working with them. She tucked her shirt beneath her properly as she sat, and crossed a leg over the other as she had done before once seated. "I know how that feels. Sometimes when I do have the free time to sit and do nothing, it just feels strange." That being said she could now move along the conversation. "How was your day today? You were given free time to come here I assume. It must be nice, to get days off of work sometimes." Though she was more so asking than making her words a statement. "Do you like working for the Initiative?"Moon Rabbit
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