Post by Emmer Brighton on Sept 27, 2011 21:38:06 GMT -5
Emmer grinned and nodded.
"'Course. I let my history teacher borrow them an' he's been hearing his own chimera callin' to him recently. I've got a lil' over fifty or so I think..."
She opened her bag and fumbled around in it, coming up with a teal sharpie. She uncapped it with her mouth and wrote on the back of her hand 'Journals 1-amaycc. to psych. in hosp.'
"When should I bring 'em by?" She asked around the cap in her mouth.
While she waited, she scribbled 'get Kou or David to help?' underneath. Or both. She considered. They could probably carry all the journals in one go if she could. She fumbled the cap with her tongue, yelping as the clip slipped over her lip ring, fastening the cap to it.
"Oh fuckfuckfuck!!" she shrieked, dropping her sharpie on the bench and reaching up, trying to undo the cap from her facial jewelry.
Post by Dr. Benedict Hidzenboosh on Sept 28, 2011 11:20:59 GMT -5
Ben was about to say anytime during business hours when the she started to say fuck a lot. He blinked and tilted his head to the side. With a simple grace, he removed the cap without pulling on the lip ring.
"Graceful, if I must say. Any time during business hours is fine. I'm off one or two days a month during the week, so you will more than likely catch me. If you want to call ahead..."
He reached into his pocket and shuffled out a contact card--normally for patients.
"Feel free to come by whenever and tell me of your night adventures."
Maybe she could give him the link he was looking for--she's a person she's a person she's a person she's a person.
Post by Emmer Brighton on Sept 28, 2011 16:02:11 GMT -5
Emmer reached up and rubbed at the hoop softly.
"I do it a lot. I'm not used to havin' it yet."
She flicked it back and forth, staring down her nose at the shining silver captive ball hoop.
"It's not real healed yet. Kou said six months I think. Something in there. Thanks though."
She grinned at him and picked her sharpie up again, snapping the cap back on and shoving it back into her bag. Turning her attention to the card he'd handed her, she read it over, noting the times he was in office.
"'Kay. I'll bring'em by some time. There's damn near fifty of 'em. I've been writin' down my dreams since I started Dreamin'."
Post by Dr. Benedict Hidzenboosh on Sept 28, 2011 16:08:49 GMT -5
"That... is actually quite helpful."
He blinked. Not many people would think to write down their dreams, and even fewer would continue it past the first week or so. He looked her over. She didn't seem the type to do it out of research so he didn't know what to think.
"If I'm not in my office by chance, just throw them down anywhere. Are they numbered? Entries dated? How long ago did you start writing them down?"
He asked this out of curiosity. If they weren't numbered or dated, then he would have to read them for a while, he would.
Post by Dr. Benedict Hidzenboosh on Sept 28, 2011 16:56:58 GMT -5
He looked away from her, binder still in his lap. It seemed wrong to neglect it for so long, but it would last a while longer.
"Eh... no, actually... I came here looking for someone... that isn't here..."
He frowned from thought.
"In fact, I don't know why I'm here anymore. Though I am stuck here, I figured it would do us all good if I tried to help instead of searching, it might get us all home a lot sooner."
He muttered the last statement, his hands resting idly on the binder, his body language blank from years of practice, and only his eyes showing the wheels turning in that head of his. He finally looked back at her, eyes not raising above her chin at the most.
Post by Emmer Brighton on Sept 28, 2011 17:04:05 GMT -5
"Ah. Almost a year now."
She turned her head to lay her cheek on top of her knees, her eyes a little blank and far off, as though she were staring into him and not just at him.
"If you could leave here right now, would you?"
That question had been nagging her a lot lately. If she could leave this place right now, would she? A few months ago she would have said yes without a thought, but now she had friends. Where did Kou's family live? Surely far away from her home in Virginia. And David too. She had no idea where he was from. What if she never sa them again after they left here? She didn't like that thought at all.
Post by Dr. Benedict Hidzenboosh on Sept 28, 2011 17:29:06 GMT -5
He flipped through the binder in thought.
"For me, it doesn't matter. There is no place that is home for me and there never will be. Nor do I ever want there to be. I am perfectly spending forever wandering from place to place in a sea of faces."
He hadn't noticed he was waving his hand around until he had finished his statement. He let it fall into his lap and went blank.
"There isn't anywhere I want to be more so than any other place. This is just how I am, and how I choose to live my life. So, if I'm here for 5 years or 50, it doesn't matter. Not that it'll BE a 50 year thing. At the most..."
He trailed off, not wanting to give false ideas. Instead he cleared his throat.
Post by Emmer Brighton on Sept 28, 2011 17:41:35 GMT -5
"S'awful hard to decide where home is when yer heart's in two different places huh?" She laughed softly.
"Or three. They say home is where the heart is, well my heart's here with my friends, an' at the ranch with th' horses, an' in the Reverie with Coatl. So which is home? Are they all home? C'n ya have three homes?"
Emmer sighed and looked down at the ground.
"I doubt you don' have a home at all. What do you love? Where's your heart at? An' don' tell me in yer chest. Tha's a cop out answer. Tha's not th' heart I'm talkin' about."
She raised her light gray gaze to his face.
"Y'won't look me in th' eye. Like y're scared. Wha's there to be 'fraid of?"
Post by Dr. Benedict Hidzenboosh on Sept 28, 2011 18:28:36 GMT -5
"Habits best left alone."
He looked down at the binder. He thought about what she said from a psychologist point.
"I would think it would be a good to have many places you can call home so if one went down for some reason or another, you always have a place to be."
He turned to put his binder in his shoulder bag. There was no point in having it out if he wasn't going to read the results. How fruitless and fruitful this venture had become. He wondered for a bit if he was really lost of home forever. From how she said it, it can be people too. He blinked once. Twice. People... be home? Well, if it is where the heart is... maybe he wasn't homeless.
Post by Emmer Brighton on Sept 28, 2011 18:35:50 GMT -5
"I used to bite my fingernails bloody." She answered, stretching her hand put towards him so he could see the mostly faded scars around each of her nails.
"People can be home. S' where ever your heart is." She sat back, stretching her arms above her head and stretching her spine with a loud popping noise.
"You don' get lot's of homes because s' good to have a back up. It jus' kinda happens. Usually not on purpose. You just drop a piece of your heart withou' thinkin' and then before you know it, you realize that spot or person or creature or whatever, it's where you feel safest."
Post by Dr. Benedict Hidzenboosh on Sept 28, 2011 19:06:44 GMT -5
"You feel safest with a planther?"
He raises a brow, his face partly pointed towards her before he chuckled softly--only twice. His smirk faded as fast as it appeared with the chuckle and he frowned.
"Accidents, huh... you sure you're a student and not a councilor of some kind? It sound like what therapist would say... If you don't be careful, you'll end up changing your future plans with those thoughts of yours. The deeper your mind goes beyond your goal, the more off the path one will find themselves..."
He closed his shoulder bag finally and put his hands behind his head. He leaned back into his hands with his eyes closed. The sun was barely through the tress if not in just splotches all over the place. It warmed his face while he drifted off into thought. Without noticing it at first, he pulled out the journal he carried with him and started to jot things down 'home is where the heart is; could be connection to Reverie, possible need for guidance and new path of life, need new snack; keep phone on for call from Emmer about journals; where do I want my life to go now? Is home her?' He snapped the book closed and shoved it back into his jacket.
Post by Emmer Brighton on Sept 28, 2011 19:12:58 GMT -5
"People aren' usually inclined to mess with panthers. 'specially not if they've got giant leaves growin' from their backs."
She burst into soft laughter, picking slightly at her nail bed. She noticed right away, jamming her hands under her butt- effectively sitting on them.
"Old habits die hard huh?" She said, offering him a sheepish smile.
"Promise I'm here for school though. I don' think that deep much. Focusin' is kinda hard from me. That's why I used to bite my nails. To focus." She shrugged. "Sometimes I get too focused though. Like now. My mind'll be whirlin' in circles all day now about homes and hearts and where they're located." She shook her head.
Post by Emmer Brighton on Sept 28, 2011 19:38:28 GMT -5
"That's a cop out too. You sure like those, don't you?" She leaned back, arms wrapped around her legs.
"I'll keep thinking deeply and I'll work on picking at my fingers. I'll stop picking at my fingers. I'll think deep if I want to. And I'll do it without those stupid pills that turn my internal voice down to barely a whisper. I hate not being able to hear my thoughts." She pushed her bottom lip out defiantly.