Power Swap: Fakin' It (Chase)
Oct 14, 2010 9:47:07 GMT -5
Post by Dr. Sean Neville on Oct 14, 2010 9:47:07 GMT -5
After parting ways with James, Sean sense of purpose caused him to focus. And instead of looking for Adam, he instead tended to parts of his job that didn’t affect him personally: namely making sure that Vincent lived to see the next morning and getting classes canceled for the sake of the students and possibly pending a faculty meeting.
He had sought out the first security person he could find and had warned him about the possibility of Verax and Rixon being in more danger than usual. Someone needed to keep them alive, and unfortunately Sean wasn’t in the best position to do so. He had also passed on a message to the rest of the medical staff as he headed past the medical offices towards Claude.
His meeting with the Head Master had been more nerve-wracking than it should have been, given that he and Claude were close friends and trusted co-workers. Unfortunately, something about being in the Head Master’s office coupled with his helplessness caused him to lose what false confidence granted to him by his obligations. Sean almost lost it, in front of one of the only people living who remembered what he looked like when he did lost it, but there was less fear now. After all, losing control of his powers wouldn’t result in Claude forgetting his name. Sean made his arguments but spent his time pacing, lest he sit down in a chair and begin shaking. They came to some compromises and Claude promised to call up their sister schools, as well as to alert the Board should it become necessary.
The emotional drain of the meeting made him want to vomit, and by the time it ended, the urge was as strong as it had been since he first realized what had happened. The psychiatrist didn’t try to find Adam, because he found it cumbersome and humiliating to actually have to go looking for someone as opposed to casting his mind outward, brushing another person’s mind, and having a conversation that way. How did other people cope with this?
In the end, he retreated to his office and shut the door. Wearily, he lay down on his sofa and turned on the secret flat screen television he kept in a cabinet that was usually locked and disguised as an equipment shelf. He desperately needed Robert to help him through this, but his mentor was dead and buried, leaving him alone. Without his mentor’s guidance, he was backsliding, and thus it was to be expected in some ways that he would return to his old coping mechanisms. And so he lay back watching old Hanna-Barbera cartoons on the Boomerang network, because they were mindless and familiar, and in that way comforting.
He had sought out the first security person he could find and had warned him about the possibility of Verax and Rixon being in more danger than usual. Someone needed to keep them alive, and unfortunately Sean wasn’t in the best position to do so. He had also passed on a message to the rest of the medical staff as he headed past the medical offices towards Claude.
His meeting with the Head Master had been more nerve-wracking than it should have been, given that he and Claude were close friends and trusted co-workers. Unfortunately, something about being in the Head Master’s office coupled with his helplessness caused him to lose what false confidence granted to him by his obligations. Sean almost lost it, in front of one of the only people living who remembered what he looked like when he did lost it, but there was less fear now. After all, losing control of his powers wouldn’t result in Claude forgetting his name. Sean made his arguments but spent his time pacing, lest he sit down in a chair and begin shaking. They came to some compromises and Claude promised to call up their sister schools, as well as to alert the Board should it become necessary.
The emotional drain of the meeting made him want to vomit, and by the time it ended, the urge was as strong as it had been since he first realized what had happened. The psychiatrist didn’t try to find Adam, because he found it cumbersome and humiliating to actually have to go looking for someone as opposed to casting his mind outward, brushing another person’s mind, and having a conversation that way. How did other people cope with this?
In the end, he retreated to his office and shut the door. Wearily, he lay down on his sofa and turned on the secret flat screen television he kept in a cabinet that was usually locked and disguised as an equipment shelf. He desperately needed Robert to help him through this, but his mentor was dead and buried, leaving him alone. Without his mentor’s guidance, he was backsliding, and thus it was to be expected in some ways that he would return to his old coping mechanisms. And so he lay back watching old Hanna-Barbera cartoons on the Boomerang network, because they were mindless and familiar, and in that way comforting.
