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Post by Gregori on Jul 8, 2008 23:04:57 GMT
Gregori watched the student leave his office in a good enough mood. Better than how he'd come in here all pissed off. The door shut behind the boy and Gregori leaned back in his chair and relaxed closing his eyes.
He liked to help teenagers. He had been one himself, until he had been turned vampire as an adult. One that looked much like 35 in human years. He had long black hair and unusual black charcoal eyes sometimes dark gray. He was massive. Broad shoulders. Muscular chest, but was pale. He looked almost gothic but didn't wear that style clothing.
Gregori wore expensive quality clothing. Had it tailored from Europe like from Italy and Spain. Sometimes France. He was big on fashion even though he was a guy. Liked to keep up with the most common trends of that era. He liked to fit in yet expensive taste he had and good thing he could afford it.
Suddenly someone knocked on the door and Gregori looked up slowly opening his eyes. They landed on...
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Post by Mistress Missy Moo on Jul 8, 2008 23:09:55 GMT
It was a female maths teacher who had a student stood behind her. she had brought Madison here for a councelling session it was part of her recorvery from uyoung offenders to attend councelling about he life and any problems she might have to stop her going back to how she used to be. The teacher left madison in the room, who took a seat dropping her bag on the floor.
Madisons hair was black and messy hanging in her eyes which were surrounded by black liner with a hint of red to match her lipstick. she wore a ripped mesh black top and a red bra underneath showing through, her trousers were tight and made of leather. she was by no means goth, but sort of indiviidual rock.
She looked sullen and annoyed as she sat there waiting for this to be over. an hour of talking about how she felt about her mother dying and living as she had done yet again.
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Post by Gregori on Jul 8, 2008 23:22:06 GMT
"Tell me in your own word why you are in here today, Madison." Gregori looked straight at her taking her in. Observing her clothes to her hair to her facial expressions. It really was obvious she didn't want to be here. He secretly hid amusement. No teenager wanted to be in this office. It was easy to understand why.
"I will start by saying that I am here to help you in any way I can. You can either sit here in silence or just share anything, whatever you want with me and it will not go beyond this room. I don't take notes either or recordings. Its against regulations to do so. It is perfectly safe to discuss anything bothering you today."
He glanced at the clock. "You only have to be in here for a short time. I know you like that, but its up to you what you get out of this. Something or nothing. It is all up to you."
Gregori had a beautiful voice. Masculine yet soft and soothing to one's ears. He could sing a melody of sounds that were hard to sing for others. And he played the guitar when the mood struck him.
He didn't really look the part of a school counselor. he looked dangerous almost. Like a predator, but he was a gentle giant you could say. Oh he could be lethal if need be, but is personality was to help those that were in need.
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Post by Mistress Missy Moo on Jul 8, 2008 23:26:09 GMT
"Well thats a crock of bull right there, my records say that all my information is kept on record to show as part of my recovery or what ever the hell they call it"
Madison was not new to any of thise, shed been having therapy and councelling for years now, so she knew how it worked. she didn't see the point it was obvious she was just an angry person. she didint make friends easily and no amoutn of talking to some patronising adult was going to change that.
"I would still be there if i hadnt of been bitten"
She said laughing a little as she pulled out a cigarette from her pocket. she wondered if he woudl stop her lighting it. she had been told no smoking in the academy buildings but she rarely payed attention to rules.
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Post by Gregori on Jul 8, 2008 23:38:00 GMT
"Smoking is not allowed Madison. I don't want to smell like smoke or have my office smell like smoke for the rest of the day." Gregori didn't raise his voice or change facial expression. He just said it softly expecting to be obeyed without question.
"And for record, no words go down on paper only that you were here and how long you were here. And how well you behaved in the office. Nothing from what you say leaves this office. I don't care if others have misled you. But in my office, I am the one to say what is confidential." Gregori was a little more stressful here with his words. Meaning them. Wanting her to get the picture that he wouldn't abuse her trust.
"So we are off topic I see. Why are you in here?" He asked softly.
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Post by Mistress Missy Moo on Jul 8, 2008 23:42:31 GMT
"You know why I'm in here"
She said to him as she put the cigarette behind her ear. she wouldnt smoke in here only because well, she didint fancy having to do somekind of lame detention for hours, she wanted to get out have some fun, maybe get a random new piercing.
"I killed my mother, thats what its all about all it is always about."
Madison was eerily calm as she said it, like the thought didn't bother her one bit, and it didint, what was done was done. madisons mother had been a horrible woman abusive and a drunk.
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Post by Gregori on Jul 8, 2008 23:49:13 GMT
"Tell me about your mother, Madison." Gregori said. He watched everything about her. Her movements from her hands to her eyes on what she did when she said she killed her mother. She admitted killing her mother and she said it matter of factly.
He knew all her information from her folder but he had not heard her words. All this information was written down from others that might have wrote something a little bit different than what Madison explained or didn't explain.
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Post by Mistress Missy Moo on Jul 8, 2008 23:53:05 GMT
"i dont think i want to"
Madison said bluntly. if she was totally honest she wanted to forget she ever had a mother, she wanted to forget she had been born and just live, get on with life and stop these people from trying to make her "come to terms" with it all, if she hadnt done by not nearly 10 years later was she ever going to?
"Why dont you tell me about your mother? or can i try the silence thing and just sit out the house, then you can put a little tick on my report card and everyones a winner?"
Madison had very low tolerance levels if she didn't want to do somethign she did not do it. she wasnt one to listen or care about what other people said or did either.
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Post by Gregori on Jul 9, 2008 0:01:50 GMT
Gregori smirked at her. He was used to teenagers getting upset. He stopped pressing her and looked at her. She wasn't going to talk. So he knew he was going to sit in silence with her.
Oh he could tell her about his mother, but she wouldn't really want to hear that his mother had been a kind woman. Not loving more strict but she gave him everything he needed while growing up.
He leaned back in his chair once again. He looked away and back down at his desk picking up his pen. He checked something then closed her folder. He rose to his full height 6'9 and walked over to the file cabinet and put her folder back up. He retreived the next student's file to come in here and then walked back to his desk and sat down.
he glanced at the clock then at her. "You have only a few more minutes." He glanced at her bags. "You are allowed to study in here if you wish." He smiled at her then looked back down at his desk reading over the next student.
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Post by Mistress Missy Moo on Jul 9, 2008 0:06:39 GMT
"yeah because i bet i look like the studying type huh?"
She said to him with a laugh, Madison didnt do much studying she had poor grades and if it were not for her previous criminal past she was sure they wouldnot have her in the school. she had once heard osmeone mention her past and said if she was this dangeours as a human how bad of a lycan she must become. but she was nothing like that. Madison though angry quick witted and unsociable did not start fights for no reason, and she never picked on people weaker than her.
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Post by Gregori on Jul 9, 2008 0:10:11 GMT
Gregori smirked and glanced at her. "No but I was hoping some encouragement would do you some good. It might give you an idea to do so." His eyes held amusement. "It would give you better grades perhaps a better attitude on school life or life in general."
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Post by Mistress Missy Moo on Jul 9, 2008 0:13:17 GMT
"My attitude is just fine"
she said to him narrowing her eyes slightly, she felt her energy well up insid eof her till she felt she wanted to leap at him over the esk and tear his face off but she swallowed the feeling like she was taught to and just spoke instead.
"School is a waste of time for me, the only thing i am good at it music and they cant teach me anything i need to know, what different does some deaf dude make to the way i play my guitar or write my own songs? and as for life in general I dont really have one to worry about. I'm just peachy"
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Post by Gregori on Jul 9, 2008 0:20:32 GMT
He glanced up at her. His eyes glittered interest in his gaze. She was talking to him out of anger. He flashed her a smile. "I'm getting you to talk that is good. Now only if we had an anger management class. That might teach you some new things. But Madison, have you ever thought of what education really is? It is power. The more you know the more you can do. Simple as that. And no one can take it away from you."
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Post by Mistress Missy Moo on Jul 9, 2008 0:28:20 GMT
"I'm not angry"
she said to him shaking her head, she wasnt near angry it was more annoyance. she looked at him and shook her head, kowing how to write a paer one some dead guy who died whoi cared when was not power, it had nothing to do with power.
"Who says i want power?"
Madison wanted a life, her own life that was no longer in the shadow of a person she ahd forgotten so long ago.
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Post by Gregori on Jul 9, 2008 16:18:02 GMT
Gregori arched a brow. "What do you want then, Madison?" He smiled at her challenging her to tell him. "Why not tell me that answer if you come visit me again... You can go." He looked back down at the next student's file and started reading. He was dismissing her.
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