Xavier Meets Magnus {Sean}
Sept 14, 2011 1:30:04 GMT -5
Post by Naomi Green on Sept 14, 2011 1:30:04 GMT -5
This would be Naomi's fifty-third session. It will be the twelfth she will have with a male psychologist. It will be the twenty-first she'd have under the auspices of a meta school of some kind. It would be the twenty-third she'd have with another meta. Likely it will be the twentieth in which her "meta superiority complex" would be brought to light. It would be the fourteenth since she'd tattooed numbers across her left forearm. It would be her first since arriving at this school.
It would be her first meeting with the telepath known as Dr. Sean Neville.
Naomi stood outside the door. Neville was a telepath, or so Naomi had been told. Which meant that he had to know she was already there, slightly early for her arranged time. They'd given her a remarkably long stretch of time to "get used to Hammel" before sending her here. Which gave her time to act "unchecked," time where she knew she'd have to put on a good show in order to deflect suspicion. Be friendly, attend social events, get to know your fellow students. Pretend like the idea of an outside world filled with "normal" people who were killing their world didn't twist your stomach and make you want to do terrible things.
A smile tugged at Naomi's lips. "How deep does your telepathy go, Dr. Neville?" she asked the air. "Do you get to know your subjects deepest darkest thoughts? Or are you one of those with morals, who seems to think that your gift shouldn't be abused on such things?"
She raised her hand, knocking at the door. Naomi had a feeling. she felt like she already knew exactly what to expect out of Sean Neville. She also had a feeling that Dr. Neville was likely to twist her expectations into something strange and unusual, something the girl wouldn't be wholly expecting.
The idea excited her, and that excitement grew slightly as she stepped into the office.
"Greetings, Dr. Neville. I believe I'm your ten o'clock."
It would be her first meeting with the telepath known as Dr. Sean Neville.
Naomi stood outside the door. Neville was a telepath, or so Naomi had been told. Which meant that he had to know she was already there, slightly early for her arranged time. They'd given her a remarkably long stretch of time to "get used to Hammel" before sending her here. Which gave her time to act "unchecked," time where she knew she'd have to put on a good show in order to deflect suspicion. Be friendly, attend social events, get to know your fellow students. Pretend like the idea of an outside world filled with "normal" people who were killing their world didn't twist your stomach and make you want to do terrible things.
A smile tugged at Naomi's lips. "How deep does your telepathy go, Dr. Neville?" she asked the air. "Do you get to know your subjects deepest darkest thoughts? Or are you one of those with morals, who seems to think that your gift shouldn't be abused on such things?"
She raised her hand, knocking at the door. Naomi had a feeling. she felt like she already knew exactly what to expect out of Sean Neville. She also had a feeling that Dr. Neville was likely to twist her expectations into something strange and unusual, something the girl wouldn't be wholly expecting.
The idea excited her, and that excitement grew slightly as she stepped into the office.
"Greetings, Dr. Neville. I believe I'm your ten o'clock."
