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Post by CASTIEL *CAS* WALSH on Jun 24, 2019 15:09:19 GMT 1
Castiel was in his new job and so far it seemed ok. The angel had no idea what he was in for. He does seem cold hearted and horrible bastard, but it was far from the truth. He has helped many people before this place, and being on the earthly plane since the dawn of time, he had a lot more experience around. Of course he had to change vessels now again, due to the human wear and tear. He stepped into his office and stroked the age of the tables, inspecting them as he was thinking on what the patients here were like. Would his powers be enough to save them from their trouble or not. He wasn't completely sure. He have wiped memories which were bad before and after that the people were VERY well and was able to live happy lives.
Castiel hoped this would work with some of the patients here, as he sat on the chair and waited for whoever is going to come and see him.
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Post by JORDAN NORAH ACEVEDO on Jul 26, 2019 13:21:47 GMT 1
JJ's footsteps were light as she walked down the hallway with her guard in tow, the man wasn't much of a talker and she wasn't going to push for conversation when it seemed utterly pointless so she walked silently.. This body of hers had been doing her good since she'd got it but she'd discovered that it didn't seem to work as well during the heat that the country had been subjected too over the last few days. She was hot, she was bothered and she wished more than anything that she could just go and float in the lake. Unfortunately she was still in trouble for having thrown both herself and that other guard out of the window.. Thankfully neither of the had been terrible injured, but still she'd been reprimanded and her outdoor visits had been cut right down to next to nothing.
She was being forced to go to counselling.. But, at least it meant she was out of the secure facility for a short while.
"I'll be right outside the door. So no funny business." Her guard finally spoke and she just grunted in response, a frown on her lips as she opened the door and went on inside to flop herself down on the available chair.
"... So, you're the doc? You don't look as old as I pictured you'd be."
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Post by CASTIEL *CAS* WALSH on Jul 29, 2019 19:42:24 GMT 1
Castiel was on a mission. He left his home in the clouds for the earth. There was a reason for this and he wouldn’t tell anyone. He didn’t think it was any of their business. He still had the photo of his lover who was murdered by his own kind, and he couldn’t forgive the angels for this cruel act at all. He took the job at Manson as there were many creatures in the facility that needed some help. He senses there someone going to come into the room, so he placed the photo back in one of the drawers. He then sat down as the patient came in. Castiel didn’t know she would be his regulars as he hasn't had his rota given to him yet.
“hello there miss, and what brings you here today?” he stated as he got his pad and pen out ready to take notes. Then she mentions his age and he chuckled, as the angel get this talk lot. “I am a lot older than I look” he said to her, as he wouldn’t give the exact age as he was ancient. “Why do you want to know my age?” He asked her as he tapped lightly on the pad with his pen.
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Post by JORDAN NORAH ACEVEDO on Jul 30, 2019 20:03:17 GMT 1
JJ bared her teeth in a wicked little grin when Cas admitted to being older than he looked, "me too." She was old enough to have a fair few memories of her own, but thanks to what she is she literally never forgets a single detail of anything. Down to things as stupid as the number of flowers in a vase or the number of clouds in the sky. Her mind is overflowing with details.. So much that she meditates for a couple of hours a day just to strengthen her mental barriers. She cocked a brow when he asked her why she wanted to know his age, "I don't want to know your age, I don't particularly care. I just figured you'd be an old fuddy duddy, tiny little round glasses that you'd push back up your nose as you speak. It's just what popped into my mind."
"As for what brought me here," she sighed and relaxed back against her chair, "I was told too, sweetheart, I don't like the idea of this counselling shit. I have enough bad stuff stored up here to not want whatever this conversation will bring to be stored long term either.." She paused and looked over to him with a slightly quirked brow, "did you read my chart or do i need to explain?"
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Post by CASTIEL *CAS* WALSH on Jul 31, 2019 23:04:20 GMT 1
Cas wasn't sure what this person. His angelic senes didn’t detect a demon or anything like that. He didn’t like the attitude from this woman though, he wasn’t going to judge right away though, since it wasn’t in his nature to judge someone without knowing them first. His blue eyes watched her closely before he replied back to her “well I am sorry to disappoint you there. You are the same age as the dawn of time?” he said to her.
He got some paper and pen ready for her session since she was here in his office. He kept his picture of his demon lover a secret, due to his history which he wouldn’t tell anyone. “so what can I do for you today?” he asked her as he got ready to write the notes down.
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Post by JORDAN NORAH ACEVEDO on Aug 7, 2019 18:58:54 GMT 1
She quirked a brow and looked suitable interested, "old as the dawn as time, hu? Either you're some ancient mythical being or you're some kind of heavenly or hell based being.. I can't think of anything that's quite that old other than either of those things." If she could talk about this guy rather than her own things then that would be quite easy. She wouldn't mind that, Jordan doesn't particularly want to go through her own past lives and the sins .. She'd be here for weeks, months, if not years. But he was as old as the dawn of time, she could learn a thing or two from this guy.
She sighed when he asked the question and she rolled her eyes slightly, "nothing. I didn't really want to be here, I was told to be here. There's nothing at all wrong with me, honey, I'm absolutely perfect." Of course she had tackled a guard out of the second floor window and that's why she had been sent here, apparently it had been a little bit of a stupid course of action. Dramatic.. No, what was the word that they'd used? Careless. That had been it.
This body could have died, but she wouldn't have, she doesn't see the big deal over the whole thing.
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Post by CASTIEL *CAS* WALSH on Aug 11, 2019 22:05:03 GMT 1
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_______________________ Castiel didn’t know why this girl was doing in his office. The angel can see that she wouldn’t tell him anything, and he didn’t want to waste his time. He wasn’t going to force her to tell him or even to talk to him for that matters. “If your fun, then did you come here?” He asked as he leaned back. Castiel was interested how she knew about creastiel creatures in this world. He wouldn’t revealed what he though as it wasn’t any of her business as well. “If you don’t want to talk to me, then you might as well leave. It only gonna waste my time” he spoke straight to the point and if the other people didn’t like this, then he wouldn’;t really care much. He went back to writing the file and then close it, showing he was ending the session. “Well your free to leave the office” he said to her, waiting to see what she would do.
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Post by JORDAN NORAH ACEVEDO on Aug 14, 2019 14:50:42 GMT 1
"Waste your time?" She repeated, her face lost all semblance of friendlinesss and the red head stared at him, "my time is being wasted. This is your fucking job, I'm scheduled to speak to a counsellor twice a week now because of recent events and simply because I'm not going to volunteer information then you're going to shut me out and give up on me? What kind of ageless piece of shit are you? Are you even qualified for this job? Because you've asked me nothing. Nothing," she enounciated the last word slowly, her brow creased with a frown and she indicated to the folder on his desk, "you have my notes. You know about me. So do your job and find out why I do what I do."
This wasn't the first time in her long life that she'd had to go and speak to somebody. This was the first time she'd been so selfishly pushed aside though. It was almost as if the man didnt want to do his job, but if he expected people to come along and just start chatting easily about their issues in a place like this then he would be shaken up and shocked pretty damn quickly. This wasn't a friendly little AA session. Most of the people in Manson wouldn't open up about their issues, it was their job to get them to do just that.
"I guess that people like you are part of my problem, ancient beings that believe that because they have years and years of experience under their belt that they're something special. Well, let me tell you, you're not. Clearly. And I'm scheduled to be here for an hour. Scheduled. So your time for this hour is supposed to be about me. So how about you stop whining about wasting your precious time and actually get to know the person you're stuck with, hu?"
She had been forced to come here. For therapy. If he wanted to know something then he could do his damn job and ask her a specific question.
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Post by CASTIEL *CAS* WALSH on Aug 29, 2019 0:40:12 GMT 1
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_______________________ Castiel hated being talked down, especially some worthless being. He came here to flee from his own problems, since his brothers wanted him dead from dating a demon. He went against the code of angel law, and everything he believed in. He was a fugitive in the angelic world, and he wasn’t in the mood for this bad mouth girl in the room. He didn’t want to scare anyone or even use his true form and voice to command, as he was a very powerful being.
“Listen here. I am not that type counsellor, if the person doesn’t want to talk or be here. Then why should I bother trying to help that person. Use some logic. If you want another therapist then I can refer you to someone else, but DON'T YOU DARE challenge me!” he glowed his eyes showing her he meant it. He didn’t want to do this mean kind of guy. Slowly he calmed down and his eyes returned to deep ocean blue ones. “So just chat, I rather get to know the person instead of using notes. So you start” he stated and got his pad out, waiting for her reply.
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Post by JORDAN NORAH ACEVEDO on Sept 2, 2019 9:26:13 GMT 1
Jordan doesn't really care too much about Cas's personal problems. He's the counsellor, his job title is literally to help others with their problems and not get hung up on his own so if he were to tell her anything about his personal life she wouldn't give a damn about them. It's not her job to care, it is his job though. She continued to glower at him when he spoke, not even flinching when his eyes began to glow and he rose his voice to shout at her.
A smirk of a smile crossed her lips, "well okay Angel, please explain to me how I'm challenging you?" Because all she'd done is tell him how useless he was being. Not once had he asked her anything about anything, she didn't want counselling, she didn't even want to be within Manson anymore but she needed the protection the place provided.. She isn't daft enough to leave when she knows somebody out there is looking for her.
"You obviously know nothing about me, you haven't actually asked me anything at all, just told me to talk. About what? About how I barrelled through a guard and sent us both through the window? How is Damian after that? I haven't seen him around." She kind of liked the Naga, he was a smart mouthed asshole and she could appreciate that. "Or would you rather I tell you about my likes and dislikes? Favourite foods? My hopes and dreams for the future? Or, I could tell you how many clouds were in the sky on any day of the year, where I was, what I was doing, wearing, thinking, saying. My memory is picture perfect, I forget nothing. So there's no chance of me forgetting this pathetic meeting.. Good luck getting people readily wanting to talk to you in here, Angel."
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