forum therapy for the unusual (OPEN RP)

Started July 11, 2018 by @WriteOutofTime

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Nyir sat cross-legged on her bed. The sheets were gathered around her hips, folding around her hands and legs as she shifted. She felt restless. She hadn't slept much the night before –she'd never been a heavy sleeper, anyway. Sighing, she ran her fingers through the parts between her twists and stretched.

"Attention all patients. Group therapy begins in six minutes. Please report to room 12 for your group therapy."

She frowned deeper. She didn't appreciate the group therapy, but at least she had the slight reprieve from the piercing eyes of her one-on-one therapist. It was leagues better in that regard. Throwing the sheets off of her legs, she slipped into a pair of jeans and headed down the hall to room 12.

Ellen looked up from her book. There were people walking in the hall. She closed the book and gripped it, incase someone barged through the door.

"Attention all patients. Group therapy begins in six minutes. Please report to room 12 for your group therapy."

She sighed, and walked to the door, not bothering to put shoes on. She opened the door and walked cautiously down the hall.

Name: Torin Stein
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Ability: Wind manipulation; often very dangerous as he cannot control it. When in his panics, the air switches between blowing storms, or sucking out the air from the room completely. Usually has to be put under so he or others won't die.
Appearance: Redhead, pale skin and freckles. Bright blue eyes.
Personality: Seems laid-back at first, but in reality a ball of nerves. Gets panicked easily, with disastrous results. Eager to please others, will do anything for you if you accept him.
Quirks: Taps fingers and toys with objects around him, taps foot, picks at fingers, folding hands, slouching.
Outfit (optional): Grey jacket, white t-shirt and jeans. Doesn't actually wear shoes much, only having on socks or occasional flip-flops.
Backstory: He used to be homeschooled so his powers wouldn't act up as much, but it was no use. Has been to a few facilities already, but they couldn't handle him.
Other (Zodiac sign, Myers-Briggs, Hogwarts House, or anything else): Virgo, ISFJ, Hufflepuff. His fingernails are cut real low, as he has accidentally cut himself a few times.

Aidan adjusted his beanie as he walked to room 12 for group therapy, something he hated. He should have been used to it by now but he wasn’t, What’s wrong Aidan? He heard a shadow in his mind, Don’t liiiike us? Or issss it the therapy? he heard it hiss in his head, “Shut up, shut up…” He said quietly. All the others thought he was crazy when he talked to himself but they didn’t know what was going on in his head.

Tempest woke up from a rather present dream, feeling as if she was floating. Mainly because she was. Again. She sighed, focusing on willing herself back down. Another day. Great. She quickly pulled on her clothes, and kept thinking of the ground beneath her feet as she ran to the room. She poked her head inside, gripping the handle. "Excuse me? I'm not in the wrong room again, am I?" She asked quietly.

(Okay)
Nyir wandered next to some kid who seemed to be talking to himself. She thought about saying something, but thought better of it. Everyone was slightly off here. It didn't matter to her. She switched off her emotions and followed the others, her eyes unfocused.

Ellen turned down the main hall. Great. People. She gripped the book tighter, glad she had it.

Aidan new he looked insane but he culdn’t help it.
You’re not innnnsane… Those damned voices, You can just heeeear us, sppppeak with ussss
He put his hands over his ears, trying to drawn them out, Noooot going to workkkk

She sat down, playing with the sleeves of her over sized sweater.

The kid's sudden action of putting his hands over his ears broke her ability's hold over her emotions. She felt a rush of the curiosity she'd been bundling up. "You okay," she asked flatly, falling into step next to him.

Aidan nodded, lowering is hands, “I-It’s the s-shadows…” He stuttered.
Yess, it is usss He mentally flipped them off.

"It's the shadows, huh," she said, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. "I guess I shouldn't act skeptical. What are they…saying?"

Yesss, tell her, tell her. He swallowed, “There… there just trying to guess whether it them…them or the therapy I don’t like…I guess it’s both.”
He felt them screech in delight at the right answer, he flinched.