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Post by Bal on Mar 13, 2009 16:14:56 GMT
The hospital smelt vaguely of bleach under the sterile exterior as the bespectacled man clopped gently through the halls. Dr. Jeremy Fox was a lecturer in Chemistry at the university, and very much looked like the tried and tested academic as he headed into the hospital's psychiatric ward. Dr. Fox was also a mage, not just any mage, but a member of the Inner Circle of the Mage's Council.
At the request of one of his peers he had taken it upon himself to pay occasional visits to a particular patient here at the hospital, one Ms. Rose Wilkinson, officially recorded as schizophrenic. He, however, knew better. She was a latent telepath, quite a powerful one, who had been driven quite mad by the constant voices in her head with no-one to train her in her abilities. Gareth had told him that she was beyond their reach now but that he would like an eye kept in her in case something untoward were to happen and they were required to step in.
In these visits, Jeremy would never speak, apparently talking to her mentally was a very good way of focusing her telepathic abilities as she paid attention to one voice, it wouldn't change anything, but it would apparently help her. He wasn't about to argue, understanding about as much about this as he did about Catalyn's elemental hoodoo. He reached the recreation room, spying the table that Ms. Wilkinson had been lead to, a checkers board laid out in front of her as the orderlies knew she enjoyed to play with the older man.
'Good afternoon Rose,' he thought, smiling at her as he sat.
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Post by Carveus on Mar 13, 2009 16:19:40 GMT
"Jeremy!" she said with a smile, looking up at him through brown curls that were kept short, the sleeves of her pajamas falling over her hands as she sat hunched in her chair, deep brown eyes staring at him. Forehead scrunching a little, she murmured "You've been busy, got a girl... She's angry..." She trailed off, muttering quiet nonsense for a few moments.
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Post by Bal on Mar 13, 2009 16:25:58 GMT
Jeremy sighed softly as he sat, shrugging off his jacket and placing it over the back of the chair. 'Far truer than I'd like I'm afraid.'
He started to set up the board ready for their customary game, 'Elizabeth is... difficult, white or black?'
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Post by Carveus on Mar 13, 2009 16:28:36 GMT
"White," she said quietly, tongue caught between her teeth for a moment as she made her first move. "She has good friends though..." She smiled a little, the corner of her mouth twitching a little. "Wish I could have friends like that... I miss going out..."
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Post by Bal on Mar 13, 2009 16:50:56 GMT
He smiled slightly, nodding as he took his own move in response, he knew she'd win, she often did because she could read his next few moves. He didn't mind of course, as he realised how difficult it must be both for her, and for anyone to beat a telepath.
'I must admit, Diane and I are both quite impressed she made friends so easily... she seemed so anti-social to begin with.'
He chuckled audibly and then shook his head, 'Unfortunately, there isn't much I can do, but you know of course that I will always come and visit when I can.'
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Post by Carveus on Mar 13, 2009 16:54:51 GMT
"I like it when you visit," she said with a smile, moving another piece. "Diane's got more books, I've read all the ones we have here. And most of the pamphlets. There was a boy, he was sad, but he let me read his comics... They've let me keep them now." She fell quiet at that, head listing to one side as she looked at the board, eyes focusing in the middle distance.
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Post by Bal on Mar 13, 2009 16:57:26 GMT
Continuing to smile, he nodded and listened to what she had to say. At the mention of the boy and his comics, he tilted his head, almost mimicking her, as he wondered why she had suddenly fallen silent.
He made his move, and then broke the mental silence, 'If you ever want anything new to read, I could see about lending you one of Diane's books.'
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Post by Carveus on Mar 13, 2009 17:05:42 GMT
She made her move, taking a piece, looking at him again. "Dusty and lotsa words I don't know," she told him with a shy smile, shaking her head. "Th-they've put me in group again... They don't like me much though." Her head jerked up, looking towards the window and mouthing a few half words, frowning as she did.
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Post by Bal on Apr 26, 2009 16:56:16 GMT
Jeremy nodded slightly, his wife, Diane, had a habit of collecting books... mostly old musty tomes that most people would fall asleep from just looking at the covers, but they were the... safer of the books contained within his home.
He canted his head to the side, listening to her as she spoke about her group therapy, 'I'm sure that won't be a problem, and if it is you can always speak to the orderlies...'
Turning to look at the window as she did, he raised a brow silently, 'Is someone there?'
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Post by Carveus on Apr 26, 2009 17:03:39 GMT
"I-I thought..." she hesitated, drawing in on herself; gnawing at her lower lip. "People who are there but they're not, ya see?"
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Post by Bal on Apr 26, 2009 17:11:28 GMT
Pausing, the doctor looked back to her looking at her with a slightly raised brow. He had heard enough about psychic from Gareth to make sense of most of what she said, and so he nodded slightly, 'Yes, Gareth's explained to me that you don't... perceive orientation or position in the same way as with sight or hearing.'
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Post by Carveus on Apr 26, 2009 17:20:25 GMT
"I hear them at night sometimes... I can't sleep when I do..." she mumbled softly, pushing a piece along the checkers board almost as an after thought.
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Post by Bal on Apr 26, 2009 17:24:27 GMT
Jeremy nodded in response, 'Understandable, like trying to sleep when a radio is on in the same room...' He moved a piece of his own, more fixated on the conversation and thus moving into a very bad position.
"Darn..." he said out loud as he realised, snapping his fingers.
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Post by Carveus on Apr 26, 2009 17:27:42 GMT
She giggled softly and took a couple of his pieces. "We don't have'ta talk if you don't want."
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Post by Bal on Apr 26, 2009 17:28:45 GMT
He shook his head, smiling, 'No, don't worry, the conversation is in fact one of the nicer parts of these visits, you're a very good conversationalist Rose. The games merely add to the experience.'
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Post by Carveus on Apr 26, 2009 17:33:45 GMT
She smiled shyly and giggled again as he said that, blushing a little. "Thank you."
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Post by Bal on Apr 26, 2009 17:43:38 GMT
He chuckled, waving a hand dismissively at her, 'Bah, nothing to thank me for my dear, I'm just an old man with far too much time on his hands.'
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Post by Carveus on Apr 26, 2009 17:45:34 GMT
"You're not old Jeremy," she told him, smiling a little as she did.
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Post by Bal on Apr 26, 2009 17:48:04 GMT
He sighed slightly, shrugging his shoulders slightly, 'I feel old sometimes... I'm the oldest member of the Council, and I feel like most of the youngsters are looking to replace me... Catalyn's not so bad, of course, she understands but, even Gareth calls me 'you old fool' sometimes.'
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Post by Carveus on Apr 26, 2009 17:49:18 GMT
"That's just mean," she replied, frowning at images of Gareth in her head. "Don't think I like him."
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