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Haunting Spirit
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Not only does this reveal things about a character, it also reveals what kind of a therapist I would be.
Laurel the Therapist (L): Come in! *a man enters, draped in a cloak, consealing his face* L: Are you my five o'clock? Man in Cloak (M): Yes... I need to talk to you. L: Yeah, well that's what I'm here for. Sit down, but don't sit in the fuzzy chair, that's my chair. *M sits* L: So, what do you need help with? Murder, suicide, abusive parents... M: I think I'm gay. L: Of course. M: But I have a daughter, and that's the problem, what if I got found out? I mean, I have taken a liking to a specific wizard and... well, I've been called a crossdresser more than once... *L examines her fingernails and eyes the clock* M: Are you paying attention to me? Don't you have any advice? L: What do you need help with? Become a drag queen. M: But... I don't know if I want to... L: Okay then, God! Quit whining. Your problems this, your problems that, some other people have problems too, you know. *M takes in a shaky breath* L: Okay, okay, sorry. Tell me about your wizard friend. M: Oh... well. He is good to talk to, and he comes to me a lot for help. He's old but I think I've taken some kind of odd liking to him. L: Hmm. M: But I mean, this is only the surface of my problems. Appearances. I think I'm in way over my head. I have to be responsible for my people, I have to make decisions, my daughter is in love with this mangy human guy who I think is definately gay, or into Hobbits, at least. She doesn't value my opinion as much as his, I feel so unwanted. And then I have this guilt hanging over my head for not getting rid of this ring that could have- oh, I don't think I should have mentioned that. *L leans forward* L: No, go on. A ring? What kind of stone? M: No stone, just gold. *L leans back* L: Oh. Okeydokey. M: It's a very evil ring. It could destroy the world, and because of it, my people had to flee our home... *Something flashes from under the cloak* L: What was that? M: What? Nothing... L: Heyyy... is that a tiara? M: No! It's a headband. I need to wear it. L: Why? *M lowers hood and slips the headband off* L: OH MY GOD! THE FOREHEAD... THE FOREHEAD!!! M: Hey! I'm paying you to be sympathetic. L: Yes... Uhm... you have a nice forehead. M: Really? L: Yes, very sexy. *writes note on notepad "Compliments... $200" * M: Oh. Thanks! Hey! Maybe I'm not gay after all... I mean, I think you're rather attractive. L: Oh? *Erases extra charge* *M uses super elf vision to watch and smirks a bit to himself* L: So, what was your childhood like? M: Well, I'm really old, so a lot of stuff happened to me... L: Old? Like what, 30? *M laughs a bit.* M: Yes, let's say I'm 30. Anyway... L: Yeah. Okay so, We have fifteen minutes left. Anything else you'd like to get off your chest? *M slips his cloak off* L: My god! I wanted that dress and they were out! M: Do you think it makes me look like a fairy princess or something? L: Yes, but it's pretty. I mean, at least you aren't wearing tank tops and fishnets. I think the look suits you, actually. M: Really? L: Totally! I mean, opt for some rust colored eye shadow, and I have a blush that would do wonders for your skin... M: Can we talk about something else? L: Sure. Go on to the "I need to save my troubled, troubled people" part. M: Yes, well. I believe the eye of Sauron is on Rivendell, so we evacuated and I'm not sure if the danger has passed and I keep getting these mind-messages from Galadriel.. L: Whoa. Babe channeling you? M: She is my mother-in-law. L: Meow. M: No, it's not like that. She puts fear in my heart and I believe she is right. I know she is right... Frodo will die... L: You blame yourself. And you also still feel guilty about not forcing Isildur to destroy the ring and for sending the Fellowship on an impossible quest? M: How did you know that? L: I've seen Two Towers eight times. M: ...... Oh. Well anyway... L: Time's up! M: But I have so much more to say! L: Hook me up with Éowyn and you can have all the time you want. M: What? L: You can come back next week. Here's my card. Please sign your bill right here... *M signs and then exits* L: *reading from card* Elle Ronde. Oh, that's subtle.
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