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Post by lance on Nov 11, 2008 6:10:31 GMT -5
Nov 10th
Lance sat in his office going over some papers. He was really starting to hate paper work. It was tiresome, repetitive, and sometimes it just gave you a headache. However, it was a necessary process for any psychiatrist to go through. See a patient, write some stuff down, file it, and then work on the file after each and every session. He really should have picked a career that involved less paperwork.
Lance finished with one file on one of his latest patients. With more and more people working at Pinehearst, Lance was getting more and more patients. Mostly of the non-powered form. Who knew normal people had so much issues. He had at least thought that he'd get more people with abilities coming in. Then again most of the people working here were using there abilities to cause mayhem on a daily basis so.
After finishing with the last file of the day, Lance leaned back on his chair, putting his feet on the desk. He looked childish just sitting there with his feet on the desk and leaning his chair to a dangerous angle, but he didn't care. He was done with paper work and he could be happier. Just then someone barged into the room. Oh goodie. Another patient He thought when he heard the door open.
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Post by brennan on Nov 15, 2008 14:09:38 GMT -5
It was all her fault. He didn’t even need to go to ‘counseling,’ it was all her fault. He stormed into Pinehearst (the place he disliked more than any other place on the world), and grumbled something incoherent as he stalked up to the counter.
“Lance. I need to meet with Lance.” He growled to the receptionist, who looked at him, startled. “Where is he!”
The receptionist told him the directions, and, of course, Brennan followed them. He’d get this done quickly. He wanted nothing other than to bash her brains out, or maybe bash his brains out, too. It was this Lance guy’s fault for making Brennan come. And to Pinehearst no less! Brennan stalked out of the elevator and slammed open the door to the guy’s office.
“Alright, I’m here.” He growled, and sat explosively on the only couch in the room. “Where is she?”
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Post by zenniel on Nov 15, 2008 14:09:54 GMT -5
“I’m here, too.” Lori said, opening the door that had just slammed shut. She was more calm and collected. It wasn’t her fault that she had found out about this man’s power. And that this man hated her.
Lori had followed Brennan, but her following him was cut short because he could fly and she… well, she couldn’t. Instead, she took a cab to get to Pinehearst, the place she knew he was going to. She had followed him in, sent an apologetic glance to the receptionist, and walked invisibly into the elevator with him. If she hadn’t have been invisible, he probably would have hurt her.
Now Lori sank onto the same couch that he sat in. She sat primly, and looked at Lance. “So, why have you called us here? I’m guessing it’s because of him.” She tilted her head sideways. She thought she heard the guy growl.
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Post by lance on Nov 15, 2008 14:46:26 GMT -5
Lance looked at the two that had barged in. He was surprised they had actually showed up. He hadn't expect them to come so soon. "Ah, Sand, Heathan, it's good to see you two in such happy moods." Lance addressed them. From the look of it, he could tell neither one of them wanted to be hear, but a psychiatrist had to do his job.
"Yes Ms Heathan it is. Apparently you discovered something?" Lance asked. He didn't know what exactly was the history between the two in his office, but he knew there was something there.
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Post by zenniel on Nov 16, 2008 17:08:14 GMT -5
Lori wanted to hit the psychiatrist for saying she was in a happy mood. She didn't, and in fact didn't move a muscle. She didn't feel like being here. She didn't feel like doing anything here. She did take some pride in knowing that this particular psychiatrist was on her side. This Brennan was sorely outnumbered. Brennan shifted uneasily in his seat, and she could tell he realized that same thing.
Instead of doing what she was going to do, she looked at Brennan, and then back at Lance. "I discovered his ability." Lori said simply. Then she fell silent. She could tell Brennan wasn't going to say much more than she. This session wasn't going to go real well, now, was it? Poor Lance. It wasn't his fault they came in with problems... but it was his fault he chose this job.
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Post by lance on Nov 16, 2008 21:26:36 GMT -5
Lance stared at the two, trying to analyze them. Maybe he should take his feet off his desk. He looked childish on a normal basis as it was and he didn't feel like being made fun of again by Brennan for it. Taking a normal seating position, Lance returned to studying them.
From what Lance had already gathered, Lori didn't seem pleased about what he had just said to her and Brennan...Well was Brennan. The man could tell the older man wanted to be somewhere else. Taking a large breath, Lance began to speak.
"I don't see what you mean." Lance said when Lori told him about what she discovered. He wasn't sure Brennan knew about Lance's own ability. He didn't want the man to know what he could do. He wasn't even sure Lori knew what he could do and they were on the same side. "What ability?"
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Post by brennan on Nov 17, 2008 9:42:44 GMT -5
“’What ability?’ He says. What ability, do you really want to know?” Brennan burst out. He was sure Lori jumped. He was mad, he didn’t want to be here. He stiffened as he saw Lori open her mouth. “Nu-uh, don’t say it. It’s my ability, so just shut up.” Brennan growled. What did this psychiatrist think of him? “Fine.” He muttered after a second. “I can fly.”
That was the underlying cause of the argument, actually. But was Brennan going to tell this stupid doctor? (Okay, he wasn’t stupid, but Brennan hates doctors or anything that has to do with doctors). Brennan sat back and crossed his arms. He looked steadily at Lance, but told him nothing more. The silence was uncomfortable, because it seemed Lori had nothing else to say, either.
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Post by lance on Nov 17, 2008 20:30:08 GMT -5
Lance glanced at the two of them. It had been like this now. Every session was like a ping pong match between the three of them. Brennan would say something, then Lori, and then himself. Then it all went back around in a circle. The banter between them all had at first been amusing, but now it was getting annoying.
"Well, that does seem like an interesting matter. But I still don't see what the problem is." Lance lied. He knew what the problem was. He just wanted to hear it from them. He wanted some entertainment at least.
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Post by zenniel on Nov 17, 2008 21:45:31 GMT -5
Lori sighed. She didn't feel like doing this. She didn't feel like sitting here any more. She didn't feel like listening to the numbskull Brennan and the psychiatrist who somehow was still clueless. Weren't psychiatrists supposed to be... smarter? Lance was acting dumb. It took a moment to figure out that Lance was acting dumb on purpose and that, of course, he had figured out why they were mad at each other (something Lori still hadn't really completely figured out).
Lori disliked Lance. Even if she did know that he was on her side.
Lori knew what she had to do to maintain her calm. She had to stay quiet. Yes, that's what she would do. She would shut up, and stay shut up. That's what she would do. It might make the stupid session last longer, but it was better that talking. She would say nothing. She could tell Brennan wouldn't talk either.
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Post by lance on Nov 18, 2008 21:09:49 GMT -5
Lance looked between the two. There was an eerie silence that followed. It was really annoying. He didn't like silence. It was always nerve wreaking when things were silent. Lance started tapping his fingers against his desk top. He was glaring at them now. "You know. I could always make you two role play again." Lance said...well threatened. He knew how much his therapy workshops got under their skin. He'd make them talk if he had to because personally, he didn't like role playing either.
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Post by zenniel on Nov 18, 2008 21:53:21 GMT -5
(( ha, ha, role playing. <3 ))
Lori looked at Lance as if she were going to kill him. How many times was that tonight? Or was it still daytime? She didn't remember, and she didn't care to check the clock. She wasn't sure if there were windows here, it was a psychiatric office anyway. She frowned, but shrugged. "I won't be role playing anything."
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(( And because I'm too lazy to switch to Brennan ))
Brennan sat stiffly. He could sit no other way. The couch was too small... or maybe that's how it should be. Either way, Brennan hated it. His leg was touching Lori's, and he couldn't stand it. He shifted positions, but now their shoulders were touching. How much longer could he last? How much longer could she last? What was Lance's power? He knew it was something devious. That's what Brennan focused on. He barely heard Lance speak. "Maybe it's girly-power." Brennan said, smiling since he'd found out Lance's power.
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Post by lance on Nov 20, 2008 18:45:25 GMT -5
Lance quirked an eyebrow at the two's unresponsiveness. Apparently they weren't going to fall for the threat. He was tempted to just use his powers, but he remembered the last time he used it out of frustration. They had to clean his last secretary off the burned falls. Fortunately the corpse was so burnt that no one could identify her. Lance snickered at the memory.
Remembering where he was, Lance turned to his patients when he heard Brennan say something. Girly-powers? "Excuse me Mr. Sands. What was that just now?"
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Post by brennan on Nov 20, 2008 20:02:23 GMT -5
Brennan looked at Lori. Suddenly she seemed to be cracking up. Did she actually hear what he had said? What an epic fail on his part. Brennan smiled cautiously, leaned forward, and said, "I said you must have girly-powers."
Done with that, he leaned back. Lori was trying to hide her smile. Was it because she thought it funny or because she knew what Lance's power really did? He didn't care. He twiddled his thumbs. Anything was better than sitting here now. "You have girly-powers because you work at a girly job. I thought only girls were psychiatrists."
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Post by lance on Nov 25, 2008 22:13:42 GMT -5
Lance stared at Brennan with an annoyed look. Girly-powers? Was the man serious. Lance had half a mind to blast Brennan into the sun. Well, with Lance's ability to emit solar radiation he possibly could do that right there and then. However, being a professional, Lance wasn't going to do that. He didn't want to pay for damages again.
However, that didn't mean he liked meaning made fun of. Lance was unconsciously clenching and unclenching his fist again and again, unconsciously using his powers. A small ball of light would appear in his hands before he distinguished it by closing his fist. "I assure you Mr. Sands, my powers aren't feminine in any form or manner." Lance said. He eyed Lori from the corner of his eyes telling her to keep his powers a secret if she knew them or not.
"Now, back to the task at hand," Lance started, lifting himself up. When his hand touched the wooden desk, it left an impressionable burn mark on it. "Obviously you two don't like the fact that you both have powers. Question is why?"
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Post by brennan on Dec 3, 2008 10:52:48 GMT -5
Brennan calmed enough to glance at Lance. Lance was not funny, not at all. Brennan, always the jokester, tried and failed to reign in his smile. “Of course your powers aren’t feminine, Mr. Psychiatrist. I’m sure your powers far exceed even Mr. Petrelli’s powers.” Who didn’t know about Petrelli’s powers? And Brennan was very sure that Lance Fox did not have powers that exceeded Arthur Petrelli’s powers. He didn’t think anyone had abilities as great as that man’s. That’s why Brennan never wanted to be caught here, and why, of course Brennan disliked Pinehearst. Why had he even come today!?
‘Question is why?’ Question. Maybe Brennan should as some questions… or maybe he shouldn’t, he was very bad at asking the right questions. “I suppose the next question you’re going to ask is ‘how do you feel’?” Brennan said, relaxing in the chair, his hands splayed against each other. “Well, the answer to that question is: Not very well with all you villains around.”
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