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Post by DAVID MICHAEL BLAZE on Jun 21, 2019 19:52:37 GMT 1
David sat in his office, having been there a couple of months and narrowing his focus to his son and a few others. Now, he was open to all who wished to come in for a session with the air elemental.
David's office was larger, with library books all around. At the back was a doorway that led into his bedroom, and decorations all over the place with great windows to peer out of. There was a couch, a kitchen, a few chairs.
He was behind his desk, reading a book, waiting for his next appointment.
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Post by ADAM CHASE WARLOW on Jun 25, 2019 18:54:19 GMT 1
They had given him an ultimatum. He could agree to see his assigned counselor, or he could remain in isolation. Adam had opted for the former. He'd been in isolation for a week and a half after shutting down everything electrical within the control room. He'd done it out of spite after they'd shocked him for phasing into people's rooms to torment them. But once he'd been caught, he'd been placed in a room with walls that he could not walk through. It had been torture sitting alone in that dull, empty room. He'd thrown a temper tantrum which did nothing for him, thus he ended up crying himself to sleep most of the days. He didn't really need to sleep, but he was still a six year old boy, at least appearance wise he was. Mentally too. It hadn't quite caught up to him that he was really supposed to be fifteen. Time had just stopped after death. It was enough to make him angry and very bitter.
Thus here he was, walking down the hall like a civilized little boy despite the permanent bloodied clothes and cut upon his face. He stopped at the door, reaching up with a tiny hand and opened it, because no one was going to treat him like a baby. He was more than capable of doing things by himself. He entered the room with the air elemental and frowned at the man. He was half tempted to snatch the book right from his palms, but refrained from doing anything so careless. He couldn't do another day in isolation. He wanted to be outside.
"I told the guards that I was sorry," he spoke to get the man's attention. "Can I go outside and play now?" He had been avoiding his counselor for quite some time, so he wasn't expecting a friendly welcome, but he could try and talk his way out of some long drawn out session.
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Post by DAVID MICHAEL BLAZE on Jun 25, 2019 21:11:12 GMT 1
David shut the book as soon as the door opened. The boy with the cut looked at him almost sorrowfully. When he said he told the guards he was sorry and asked to go play outside, the elemental nodded.
"Sure."
He would reach into the drawer and grab his keys, locking his book in it and standing. He didn't grab a notepad, pen, or anything of the sort mostly because he didn't use them. While he had degrees in psychology, morphology, computer programming, medicine, and more....he just didn't adhere to most standards in those fields. David was a full immersive counselor- he preferred to involve himself in the world of his patients rather than ask them to explain and then regurgitate tired old anectdotes back. He'd found much more success this way.
He'd move toward the boy and aim to usher him back out, where David would close the door behind himself and offer the child his hand, if he wished to take it. If not, he'd tuck it away, speaking gently as they would walk the hallway toward the stairs, to head down to the first level and out the back doors to the recreation area.
"Your name is Adam, right? I'm David."
He would hum.
"Your guards told me you were a poltergeist. What's that like?"
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Post by ADAM CHASE WARLOW on Jun 25, 2019 23:08:44 GMT 1
The response he received had caught him completely off guard. Here he'd been expecting a firm 'No' so he could start tossing every book in the room to the ground in a fit, but instead, he just stood there; visibly confused. Was this some kind of trick? Adam didn't know how to react at the moment, so he stayed put, watching the man carefully as he moved to secure his things. When the counselor was ready to exit the room, Adam back peddled away from him, phasing through the door instead of taking the normal way out. He'd been a bit startled by the man's calm demeanor. Albeit Adam hadn't done anything to provoke a negative reaction, but still....
When they were both in the hall and the hand was offered to him, the small boy reached out to take the offered hand, only to pass right through it. He instantly withdrew from David, holding it to his hand against his chest, a scowl plastered on his face. "I can't," he snapped. A door slammed close by, but he didn't dare apologize for it. He wished he could hold someone's hand or even receive a hug. It might make him feel a ton better.
His gaze low, he followed after the man, nodding lightly as the guy introduced himself. "David," he said the name aloud. "Don't you have a last name?" Weren't adults supposed to be called Mr. and Mrs.? He shot the man another glare. "I hate it!" He truly did. "I don't like being this way. I miss my mom and my sister." But never his father. He still hated his sister a little bit, but not too much. It wouldn't do any of them any good if they were both dead.
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Post by DAVID MICHAEL BLAZE on Jun 26, 2019 1:16:07 GMT 1
David would tilt his head.
"Okay."
He would, soon enough, be fixing that little problem for the boy. The kid didn't know it, but David was exceptionally well versed when it came to other species. And ghosts were no different than any other. Poltergeists were unique in that they were usually driven by anger at what they lost, or the memory of what killed them. But they had a drastically increased ability to interact with the world around them. Flesh was hardest, because of the energy generally coursing through it. It caused it to feel like one was grasping a sopping wet bar of soap. Just kept slipping through the fingers.
But if taught to harness the energy of pain, rage, anger- a poltergeist could focus energies on certain parts to interact with flesh. So one could hug, hold a hand, even kiss. Not that....someone so young would want that, but it was plausible for others. He would nod at the question. "I do have a last name, but then people call me by it and I don't really like that very much." He still spoke in an adult way, but used smaller verbiage since the child was young and probably didn't have a vast capacity for language.
"I am sure they miss you too. I can help you, if you want me to. To be able to touch things. People. Teach you to even change how you look, if you want."
They reached the doors, and David stepped out them.
"But only if you want to. If you don't, we can just spend time together and play."
David was in it for the long haul. This boy was so used to losing control, to getting angry, to exploding at everyone treating him like a time bomb, that he needed something to just....help him relax. To be there for him and not make him feel so alone. Everyone was terrified of ghosts, at angry spirits. But nobody tried to just stop and wonder what it must be like for them. To never feel life again, to be brought back alone, with nothing but the memory of death and the absence of those you love to fuel you.
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Post by ADAM CHASE WARLOW on Jun 26, 2019 2:04:16 GMT 1
He eyed the man suspiciously. He didn't like to be called by his last name? It must be a bad last name. That was his conclusion and he was going to stick with it. Adam liked his last name and he liked his middle name too. He very much liked his first name, so he didn't mind people calling him Adam.
The boy shook his head. "That's a lie. No one misses me. They wouldn't have moved away if they missed me. They wouldn't have stopped crying if they missed me! They wouldn't have brought that man to get rid of me if they missed me!" Adam was angry again. He was always angry. He'd been murdered by his own father for being gifted. The man had never been found out and Adam couldn't rest knowing that. He'd been angry and hurt and thus he'd turned into a poltergeist. Anything but your friendly neighborhood Casper. For a while, he'd watched as his family grow up, birthdays, holidays, visits from grandparents. He hadn't felt too alone, but he felt excluded. How could he be right there and yet so far away? Once he'd learned that he could move things like when he was alive he'd made his father's life hell. Once the paranormal activity started he learned his little sister was a Medium. He'd tried to get her to help him cross to the other side, but it had nearly killed her and when she refused to continue helping, his rage only grew until it was out of control. His family moved to a new house, their fear drowning out their grief and Adam had felt betrayed on all ends. He followed them, tormented them all, and they called in an exorcist. Adam had been made to flee. He'd returned to their original home and waited for three years until another family moved in. He hated how happy they were. Misery loved company and he brought them great misery until they moved away too. He did the same for the next family and the next until Manson came to investigate.
Tears spilled over his cheeks and he quickly wiped them away. Adam had half a mind to turn invisible and run away from this man. Supernaturals and the gifted could see him so long as he wished it, but normal people couldn't. That was something he'd learned while trying to get Ansley to help him. His mother and father had been oblivious to his existence. That hadn't stopped them from calling up an exorcist though. "I just want to go home," he murmured. He knew how to touch things, and if he couldn't, he just used telekinesis. He wasn't buying into the touching people part. That was impossible! Or so he thought. He did look up for just a moment at the mention of changing his appearance. Adam didn't like walking around with blood on his clothes and face. He'd done so for nine years now, but it was still off putting.
"I don't want to spend time together," he said stubbornly. "We're not friends." He gave a small sniffle. Adam hadn't exactly made it a priority to be nice to people. No one was nice to him. He'd grown accustomed to being invisible to everyone around him, then he came to Manson and everyone could see him. He didn't know how to handle it. It was sort of like culture shock. A lot of the time he went completely invisible, but the guards didn't like that, even when he was in his room. Being dead was not fun. He ran a few feet ahead, putting distance between himself and the elemental. "You can't help me!"
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Post by DAVID MICHAEL BLAZE on Jun 26, 2019 2:17:50 GMT 1
He gave a little quirk of his brow.
"A lie spoken in ignorance can't be held against me. I didn't read your file, and I don't know what happened to you. Why don't you tell me?"
He would sit against the wall. Outside, they had large towers to prevent ghosts from leaving- extoplasmic shockers. If the kid tried to run, he'd get dropped hard and violently. David cross his legs, sitting indian style, as he looked out over the recreation area. He would bring up a hand, staring at it as the kid would see his arm start to go smokey, misty....like air transmuting between a solid and a gas. "I want to go home too. But my people were all killed, and my home was burned."
He brought his hand back down and would look at Adam again.
"I could be your friend, if you wanted."
He would look the fellow over, trying to understand him more. Perhaps he had an abusive home, or he had parents who hated those with gifts far beyond themselves. Or beyond humanity David never really understood that. He was still their child, they should love him anyway, shouldn't they? Could a parent really pick a choose which child they did or didn't love? He would blink, then look to the guards. He had told them what to say to Adam, but they'd probably passed. Maybe they wanted simply to punch in and out and not really focus on the work.
Sounded about right.
"I won't make you come to visit me. If you'd prefer, I can write off that you don't want to, and that should keep them from bringing you again. I just thought you might like seeing the sun, and feeling grass and looking at the sky over sitting in a cell."
He waved at the play areas.
"If you don't want to spend time together, then go on and play, I'll be here when you're ready to go back."
He seemed to have no ulterior motives.
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Post by ADAM CHASE WARLOW on Jun 26, 2019 3:13:44 GMT 1
He knew all about the measures taken to keep those like him inside the walls of Manson. He'd tried getting out several times, and each time he'd failed. Adam looked around, a bit distracted now that he was outside. It really was nice to be outdoors in the sun. It was a hundred times better than being stuck in a room with only four bare walls to look at. He frowned a bit at the thought and reached down to touch the ground, covering his hands in the dirt. He glanced over his shoulder as David spoke. Big word. That was all he could think of when the man said 'ignorance.' He'd heard his dad say it before, but he didn't know what it meant. "A lie is a lie. I don't like liars." He dusted his hands off, then rubbed them along his jacket. He knew it wouldn't be long before the dirt disappeared.
Adam was silent for a long time after David suggested he share his story. Adam didn't like to think about it. It was even tougher to talk about it. He turned away, walking around aimlessly for a moment, his hands gripping the bottom of his jacket. He only stopped when David began to speak again. He couldn't help but be in awe as the man's arm began to turn to smoke. If he hadn't been a poltergeist he'd have swiped his hand at the guy's arm to test the transparency.
"But you're alive," he interjected. "You get to grow up and be an adult. You get to have birthdays and a family. You can make a new home." He looked at a rock and picked it up, although the first time he'd tried it, it had slipped through his hand. He tossed it up and down before chucking it at his counselor. He stopped it with telekinesis a foot away from the man. "I don't get to grow up or have a family or birthdays or a home because my daddy didn't like that I could do that," he said, pointing at the rock before he dropped to the ground. He started pacing. "So one day when mommy and Ansley were doing a girls day he took me into the woods and he hit me again and again and again." Adam was clearly becoming distressed. Small pebbles were beginning to rise from the ground. "And again and again and again and again! I told him I was sorry. I told him I wouldn't use my powers anymore, but he didn't listen! He never listened! HE DID THIS TO ME!!! And Ansley wouldn't help me cross and momma couldn't see me. She took down all the pictures of me. She had a new baby to replace me. She still loves daddy."
Adam sat on the ground, drawing his knees up to his chest and sobbed like any six year old would when highly upset. "I don't need friends. I don't want friends. I'm okay." He was lying. He wasn't okay. That was clear to see, but what else was he supposed to say when no one could physically touch him? There was no comfort to be had, so he had to lie, even when it was plain as day that he was telling one. He took in several deep breaths trying to calm himself down. His head popped up and he shook his head. "Don't make me go back to isolation," he begged. "If I don't come to speak to you they'll make me go back." He wiped at his face again. "I don't want to go back. No." He was far too upset to be bothered with playing, although the swings had looked inticing moments ago. He looked at all the floating pebbles before his gaze met David's. Was that why he was going to send him back? Because he'd made things float again? "I didn't mean to. I'm sorry." His lip quivered as a fresh set of tears started. It was a miracle those pebbles didn't end up going through a window. Probably because he was unintentionally frying every electronic within his range.
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Post by DAVID MICHAEL BLAZE on Jun 26, 2019 3:58:34 GMT 1
"I don't like liars either. It's why I don't lie if i can help it."
He would listen to the boy, watching him go throughout all phases of his emotional scale. He didn't flinch at the rock, nor did he care about the electronics or the guards who were drawing weapons. A super-seal circle of air formed around them, about fifteen feet in diameter- which would prevent anyone from getting in. It left the guards pounding on it from the outside. David sighed, standing up and walking over to the ghost slowly, to sit down next to him. The phone in his pocket blew a battery, but he didn't seem to notice or care.
"When I was very little, my village used to do something called 'purging'. It's where we would take those we thought weren't right for the village and....did to them what your dad did to you. I had a little brother who that happened to. His name was Damien." He stuffed down the flashbacks, continuing. "I was maybe....eleven when that happened. The world can be a very bad place, and even those people who are supposed to love us the most can turn out to be bad. Your dad was one of those, and I'm sorry for that."
The boy would feel something strange- like pressure- on the rocks he had lifted. They would be suddenly pulled out of his telekinetic grasp, forced to float around them in a little circle. The combination of spinning rocks and the sun caused a flickering cascade of light to dance around them. David smiled as he looked up at them, sighing as he put his hands on the ground.
"My dad tried to teach me to be bad, but I ran away. That was a long, long time ago. Before your mommy or daddy or their mommy or daddy was even born." He would look back at the child who was trying to be brave. "Maybe you don't need friends but....well, I do. I'm new here, and don't know anybody yet. Will you be my friend?"
He made no move to try and touch him, but gave a kind smile. David hadn't ever spoken to a poltergeist before, but he'd spoken to plenty of people who were angry....some of them vamps or undead. The boy clearly needed someone....anyone....to just give a shit about him. David could do that.
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Post by ADAM CHASE WARLOW on Jun 26, 2019 4:32:20 GMT 1
Adam was convinced that everyone lied. It was like an endless cycle. While he'd been alive he hadn't been aware of how many lies people told, but after he'd died, it became clear. When you were invisible to everyone around you, you learned a lot. He'd watched his father lie on multiple accounts, as well as his mother and his sister. Sometimes they were small lies, but some were big lies that could get people in a lot of trouble. Or lies that prevented his father from serving time after what he'd done to his own flesh and blood. He didn't know David well enough to distinguish him from the people that told big lies and those that told small ones. He honestly didn't want to stick around long enough to figure it all out, but what choice did he have? Even now the guards were positioned to stop him if he got out of control. Their defensiveness made him want to do something that would be worth their time. Why were they so scared of a crying boy? Was he not allowed to be upset? Was he not allowed to show emotion? Was it because he was dead?
He looked around with narrowed eyes. He wasn't going back to that hole in the ground without a fight. Adam was well prepared to disappear and make a run for it when the air picked up. He stood up, turning in a circle, looking up and down. This wasn't his doing. Adam covered his ears when the guards started pounding on the other side. "Leave me alone!" He sat back on the ground. "Go away," he screamed. If it hadn't been for David's own abilities taking the rocks away from his control, Adam would have hurled them through the air like torpedos. He wasn't known for going down easy. It might have saved the man from also being a target.
He inched back some as David entered the circle and took a seat next to him. It really was disturbing how calm the guy was with everything that was going on. He was either insane or really good at his job. He gave the counselor his undivided attention, albeit it was hard to focus on anything else when they were stuck in a circle together. The story made him sad. He'd be sad if anything happened to Ansley, even if he had nearly killed her at one. He loved his little sister dearly. Yes, she was scared of him now and she wasn't little anymore, but all the same, she was important to him. He wished he could apologize, but he was stuck at Manson and didn't know how to track his family down.
"Why didn't you help him," Adam asked. Ansley had tried helping him, but she wasn't strong enough. He nodded in agreement with the world being a bad place. "Why are you sorry? You didn't hurt me." He didn't understand why people apologized for things that they didn't do. He glanced at the spinning rocks, a smile forming across his lips as the light danced around them. No matter how old he was supposed to be, Adam would forever be a child, and he was still young enough to take appreciation in the little things. He waved his hand through the air, even if he knew nothing would change. It was still mildly entertaining.
"Why did he want you to be bad?" There would be a lot more why questions coming from Adam if he managed to warm up to the man. "Before me or my mommy or my Gran Gran? That's a lot of years. You don't look that old. My Gran Gran has grey hair and you don't have grey hair. I think you're lying again," he pointed out with a hint of anger. "I'm not going to be your friend until you stop lying." He crossed his arms over his chest.
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Post by DAVID MICHAEL BLAZE on Jun 26, 2019 5:14:35 GMT 1
David would hold up a hand to the guards, waving them down. This caused them to stop pounding and look at each other, slowly backing away. David was calm because he wasn't scared. He'd been alive so long, his strength and mastery in his own powers were unrivaled. In fact, he couldn't remember the last time he had even been afraid. Maybe when Conor vanished? Five years ago....? Before that, it had been decades, when he was in hell. Still, he would think for a moment at the boys question, for it was one he had asked himself may times over the years. "I was afraid. Scared of my dad, my family. And I didn't know what they were going to do to him until it was too late." It wasn't a memory he cherished, but unless he invested something in this child, he doubted the boy would find the need to open up.
"Sometimes, sorry doesn't mean you did something wrong. Sometimes you say sorry to someone to show it hurts that they went through something bad. It's a way to show them you care." He had no problems with 'why' questions- it's what he wanted. He wanted the poltergeist that time forgot and his family hated to hunger for something more than hatred and pain. To feel connected to curiosity and find passion again. "It was just how everyone grew up. He was taught to be bad by his dad, and his dad was taught by his dad. For a long, long time. I didn't want to be like that so I ran."
He gave a little smile.
"You're different. You can stop things, and make phones and stuff go out or shut doors without touching them. Some people can live a really, really, really long time and never get old. Or make rocks float in the air with the wind. So, I'm not lying. There are even paintings of me from waaay back when pirates were around and castles were being built. Maybe I'll show you someday."
He'd lean forward, resting his elbows on his knees.
"I promise, from here on out, I won't lie to you again. And you won't lie to me. And we'll be friends like that, okay?"
He gave a very kind smile, eyes crinkling under the black black framed glasses he wore.
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Post by ADAM CHASE WARLOW on Jun 26, 2019 19:05:08 GMT 1
This man was full of surprises. The last time he'd gotten out of control they'd shocked his bracelet and then used some kind of baton like thingy to escort him to isolation. No one had been willing to stand up for him. To tell the guards to back down, and yet here was David, last name unknown, telling the guards to go about their business because he was able to handle the situation without any means of violence. It was probably the kindest thing anyone had done for him in a long time. He was not always fond of those who were kind. He'd had a terrible experience with people who portrayed themselves in such a manner. Usually they were trying to draw him out just to get rid of him. He would not be so easily banished from this world. If he was going to leave, it would be on his own terms!
He'd been scared of his dad too, but not his entire family. When his dad had been away, Ansley and his mother hadn't minded at all when he used his gifts. For starters, his little sister had thought it was magic and that alone fascinated her. Then there was his mom. She was the nicest person in the world. She'd always let him help with the dishes and cooking so long as he promised to be careful. He'd even carried in a big box for her one time using his gifts. She used to read him and Ansley bedtime stories about trolls and fairies and all sorts of cool things. Now no one read him stories.
"I'm sorry," Adam said after the man had explained his reasoning and told him why people apologized. "I'd be sad if anything happened to Ansley. Sometimes I wonder if she'll be hurt too. She's special too. She can see ghosts, but I don't think dad believes her. I hope he never believes her. I'm still mad that she didn't want to help anymore, but I care. Can I do be both? Mad and caring?" He looked at the ground between them. "Do you really care or do you pretend to care because you're a counselor?" He didn't need anyone in his corner, but it would be nice to have at least one person he could rely on.
"People that teach others to be bad are evil." He peered up at the counselor. "But you're not evil because you ran away. Are you going to turn bad one day?" He nodded when the man stated that he was different. He knew that. He was dead, a poltergeist. Before that he'd been gifted. "Like an elf," he asked after a moment. He paused. "I don't think elves can make rocks float. You don't have pointy ears either." He sat back thinking. "Wizards get old too, but they live a long time. So you're not a wizard. What are you?" It seemed only fair that the man share since he knew that the boy was a poltergeist. Then again.... "Today," he demanded when David offered to show him the paintings of pirates and castles.
Trust was hard to come by, but Adam was willing to give it a try. "Pinkie promise," he told the man, picking up a stick and holding it out as a substitute for his finger. "If you break your promise, I'll throw all your books on the ground."
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Post by DAVID MICHAEL BLAZE on Jun 26, 2019 21:18:33 GMT 1
He gave a little smile and a nod. "Me too- I wish both of us had families we could count on. I don't think I can even remember my mothers face, it's been so long since I saw her." He listened, eyes on the boy as he spoke, their knees a few inches from touching. He was opening up a little, and David appreciated that. He would seem to think for a moment at the question, his eyes looking up at the floating rocks again. "I think so. Being mad at someone you care about doesn't mean you stop caring. It just means they did something you didn't like. We're all allowed to be upset sometimes."
He shrugged.
"I don't know if I'll turn bad. I hope not. I've lived a really long time, through places and with people that have done bad things but I think I've always tried to do good when I could. People are like a rainbow, though- sometimes they're really really good, sometimes really really bad, and others are a different color between good and bad. Never all of one or the other." He would nod. "I'm not like other counselors- I won't be sitting on a couch with you, hoping you throw up all your feelings." He chuckled a little at his joke. "I came because I don't like that people mistreat others like you, so I figured I could listen and make some friends while helping you- they said I could only do that as a counselor."
He hummed. "Like an elf or wizard, but not. I'm what people call an Elemental- I'm someone that was made from the energy of the world, to help protect part of it. For me-" He lifted his hand, and a very small tornado of white/gray wind appeared, spinning rapidly. "-the part I safeguard is wind." and the tornado dissipated.
David would hold up a finger, eyebrows going up at the demand.
"Now now, don't be so eager. Just like the guards here have rules for you, they have rules for me too. I have to listen to them, otherwise they will make me leave, and they think you'll listen to me. And for now, those rules say I can only meet with you for one hour a day. If you want me to stay here, then you can't get so angry when people don't do what you want, otherwise they'll always thing your just a little kid and not a super cool ghost!" He grinned, wrapping his finger around the stick. "Deal. And if you break your promise, I'll make you listen to barney music over and over until you turn into a dinosaur!"
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Post by ADAM CHASE WARLOW on Jun 27, 2019 3:00:34 GMT 1
Before he'd become a part of the afterlife, family had been a big thing for him. They'd always been close, minus his father. Or at least his father's attitude towards him. The man never had a problem with anyone else. He'd tried extra hard to remain part of his family even after death, but the living and the dead didn't mix. "I don't think wishes come true," he responded with a somber expression. "Do you miss your mom?" He missed his. He was angry with her too. She didn't know what his father had done, but Adam was a child and in his mind, she should have known. She shouldn't love the monster that had taken her firstborn away from her. She shouldn't have given birth to Baby Andy; whom Adam assumed was meant to be his replacement. If it had happened while he was living, he'd have been happy to be a big brother all over again, but that wasn't the case.
"I'm upset all the time," he admitted. Adam hadn't realized how open he was being with the counselor. The guy was probably the only person that had sat down and had a conversation with him since his arrival at Manson. All the other people had either ignored him or said things to make him madder than he already was.
He tried not to get lost in the words the man spoke. Rainbows and colors, good and bad. He couldn't make much sense of it. Adam poked at the ground with the stick he'd picked up, drawing circles in the dirt as David spoke. "I don't like talking about my feelings," he said absently. "I don't like being treated badly. The guards don't like me." He looked up past the wall of wind. "That's why I messed up their stuff." He might have left out the part about going through other residents things the reason he'd gotten a nasty little shock to begin with, thus leading to his retaliation.
"Elemental." He said the word slowly. Had David not explained what it was, he would have asked. This time he did reach out, just to see if he could touch the miniature tornado. He withdrew his hand with a small pout as it disappeared. "Did you pick wind? I like to watch Avatar and he can use all of the powers." Elements was just too big of a word for him to bother trying to say. "Are you an Avatar," he asked with wide eyes, leaning forward a bit in awe. He smiled a bit when David took the pinky promise and made it official. "Barney is for babies," he giggled.
The fact that he'd pretty much been told no took the wind out of Adam's sails. He narrowed his eyes in disgust and sat back, getting to his feet with a frown on his face. He didn't like being told no. "I am not a little kid! I am a poltergeist and they can't tell me what to do." A temper tantrum was well on the way. "I am not angry! I'll show you angry!" He kicked the ground, destroying the little circles he'd drawn moments before. "I've been good! I should get a reward!"
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Post by DAVID MICHAEL BLAZE on Jul 1, 2019 21:11:31 GMT 1
He let out a hum.
"Take a deep breath kid- in a place like this, even wishes could come true depending on who you're talking to. So lots of things are possible here." He would give a very small smile, nodding at the next question. "Of course I miss her. You'd have to be a monster not to. But I tend to try and put my energy to other things instead of getting angry." He would scratch his chin. "Yeah, I know you do. Anger is very easy, and when you became like this, it changed some things in you so that anger would be very fast and very strong."
David chuckled.
"The guards like you just as much as everyone else here. You scare them, because you're small and strong. And when you get mad, even if you don't mean to, you break things or hurt others. That makes them afraid, and makes them use things to stop you." He shook his head. "No, I was born an air elemental. My father was one, as was his father. So I am one too." He laughed aloud, leaning back. It wasn't an unkind laugh, just one from the jest of the question. "I don't think so. I think the Avatar is just a show. I wish I was though, would mean I can control more than air." He smirked. "Yes, Barney is....which is why you shouldn't break your promise!"
As boy stood up, getting angry, David's smile slowly faded. He didn't seem to get angry back, however. He just watched, silently. He wouldn't seem to react, and if the kid tried to hit him with anything, it would seem to pass through him like mist. He'd just watch him, letting him kick and shout and scream. Sometimes, in situations like this, kids needed to just vent the anger. Poltergeists doubly so. Otherwise, it just built inside them like an explosion, and things would get worse and worse.
This was part of the reason David had agreed without issue to come outside. From the beginning, the Air Elemental had planned to bring him here anyway so making out like it was the child's choice was simple. Now...he just needed to let the kids anger tumble.
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