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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on Sept 13, 2013 3:41:56 GMT -5
Actually, Heather's first meeting with Dr. Arkham was so intense that she left it feeling simply very uncertain about him. It's as if she'd ridden a roller-coaster that she'd not been adequately prepared for - her main feeling about it now is that she's simply happy to have survived the experience, without having to blame it all on anyone. No, her protests to these proceedings are based purely upon loyalty to Jon and doesn't necessarily have anything to do with Dr. Arkham. Then again, as VerMillion's threat forces her into silence, resentment quickly builds both for VerMillion and Dr. Arkham - how can they do this, knowing that she's absolutely not okay with it?
Though the moment that Heather goes silent, VerMillion is very quick to banish all thoughts of her other half from her mind. Thinking about Heather is, after all, rather unpleasant at the moment. She'd much rather keep her attention on Dr. Arkham, who she feels shouldn't ought to have to wait there for her to argue with Heather. In fact she thinks that it's a bit unfair that she'd had to be interrupted by that herself, though at least she's able to keep Dr. Arkham from being much bothered by that - at least if the hand in her hair and his reactions to the way she's treating his ear are any indication. And when his words confirm this, she can't help but feel rather pleased with herself - who doesn't like it when such efforts to please someone are successful?
There's a mischievous smirk on her face when Dr. Arkham turns her face toward him, and she immediately notes that now that her conversation with Heather is over, there's no reason not to keep her lips as busy as she'd like from here on out. And that thought is... exciting. But first, he speaks to her, and first words prompt her to add, "And you're my prize." What he says after that causes her face to shift to a look of impatience as she irritatedly says, "The only thing she cares about is Jon." Which is all the help that she thinks that she can give Dr. Arkham if he wants to try to smooth things over, though perhaps he'll come up with something.
Either way, all thoughts of Heather and Jon are completely foreign to her present mood, which is being harmed by the fact that they were brought up again. So she's quick to follow that statement up with a pouting frown as she asks, "Can we please not talk about them right now?" And, figuring that he's not going to say no, she doesn't bother to wait for his reply before her lips are against his again. If anything, this kiss is even more unrestrained than the last one, not hampered by a whining girl in her head. Her tongue brushes against his lips, looking for his again.
This time, however, as she kisses him the hand which had been holding the chair lets go of it and drifts over his shoulder to his neck, and from there to the knot of his tie. If he had supposed for one moment that her many months of not getting the sort of attention she craved could be cured by a little hugging and kissing, she insists on proving him wrong. Her eyes are open and focused on his as her kiss becomes firmer, while her fingers pull the knot apart and then head for his collar.
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Jeremiah Arkham - Black Mask
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Post by Jeremiah Arkham - Black Mask on Sept 26, 2013 3:49:07 GMT -5
How can Jeremiah do this? It’s because he views VerMillion as a separate entity from Heather and when she’s in control everything he sees is VerMillion. He can literally view them as two separate people. The way VerMillion holds herself gives her a look that reminds him of Heather, but is so distinct that he can justify it as if he’s spending time with her twin sister whose personality is much bolder than hers. Much much bolder.
This thought is compounded by the smirk she gives him and that he returns. It grows at her declaration of him being her prize and when she gets irritated shown by her tone of voice in the next statements as well as her pout, he does stay silent. He wouldn’t have said no to dropping the subject of Jonathan and Heather and she has certainly given him something to think about, but she does well at distracting him from even beginning to think about it as her mouth seeks his with even more passion. He presses his mouth to that passion easily matching it as his tongue does in fact come out at her invitation.
Jeremiah can’t help but move towards her hands as they begin to unknot his tie and there is no hesitation this time. He doesn’t pull away. He nips at her lips as her kiss becomes all the more assured and his own fingers move away from her to help her. He begins to unbutton his shirt, but stops in the middle of it and wraps his arms around VerMillion. He easily picks her up and lies them both on the couch. He breaks the contact of their mouths, eyes meeting hers. His hands transfer to her. He cups her neck with one. His other takes one of hers and puts it where he’d stopped on his shirt. She can take over now as his mouth begins to kiss down her jaw.
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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on Sept 27, 2013 0:33:32 GMT -5
For VerMillion her reasoning is very simple: her need to do this outweighs Heather's need for her to not do this. Granted, she's decided that she gets to be the judge of that and her opinion is heavily biased (and getting even more biased by the moment), but she just doesn't see how this is unfair. If Heather wanted to sleep with someone besides Jon - or even Dr. Arkham for that matter - she certainly wouldn't object. And now that Heather's being quiet she doesn't have to think about any of that anyway.
No, the one and only thing she's thinking about now is Dr. Arkham and the wordless conversation of sorts that they're having. The satisfied and excited hum that she gives when he returns her kiss reassures him that she's very much enjoying it while simultaneously hoping for many more to come. Meanwhile, her assault on his tie indicates that her desires go well beyond even this, and in fact the confidence of her motions practically makes it a demand. That he doesn't pull away now indicates that he's not unwilling to give in to that demand - to say that pleases her would be an understatement.
But just as she's noting that with no small measure of satisfaction, the sudden nips on her lips causes her to reflexively squeak a sound of protest at the assault. But just as quickly she's laughing into his lips, 'paying him back' for that with a series of hard kisses that are helped by the leverage of her position above him and the hand wrapped behind his head. Which is soon joined by the other when his hands move to unbutton his shirt - her own hand would just get in the way anyway. Though they're only there for what seems like a moment before she finds that her hands are being more useful in hanging on to him than they are in adding strength to their kisses.
VerMillion is not very heavy. Still, pretty much anyone who is an adult, even a small one, is not exactly light. Therefore, there's something about being picked up so easily, even for the very short distance to the couch, that seems to emphasize just how big and strong Dr. Arkham is in comparison to herself - it's sexy. When their lips come apart she's looking up at him with a hungry expression. "Trying to keep up with me, old man?" she teases, as she notes that in the process of moving to the couch he's suddenly taken charge of the situation - now he's the one making demands by moving her hand to his partly unbuttoned shirt. Which she doesn't mind in the least - in fact she thinks that she likes this better, if anything.
And that opinion seems to only be confirmed when his lips start to move down her jaw - it feels so good and distracting that it actually makes it hard to think about what she's doing with her hands. In fact she gasps and sighs heavily as the stimulation finally brings on a rush of adrenaline. Thanks to her inability to fear, that hormone tends to be scarce in her system since there aren't a million small fears everyday triggering its release. It does eventually show itself, fashionably late, when she's sufficiently excited by another emotion and with enough strength that one wonders if it's making up for lost time. Quite abruptly, she finds herself breathing hard, her heartbeat racing, and her senses heightened. And that last symptom in particular is instantly enjoyed - she can hardly help the moan that escapes from her lips.
Fortunately, buttons are not complicated things and she finishes opening his shirt in spite of inability to concentrate. When she's finished she pulls it untucked, but rather than trying to remove it entirely her hands instead take advantage of the opening to slide her underneath it. Her hands then explore and caress his skin, sliding around him until one hand is on the small of his back while the other is just below his shoulder blades - both of them massaging him with her fingertips.
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Jeremiah Arkham - Black Mask
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Post by Jeremiah Arkham - Black Mask on Sept 27, 2013 1:40:02 GMT -5
Lips against her jaw, having caught the way she had looked at him, Jeremiah can feel the thrill that goes up his spine. His own breathing becomes heavier and his heart picks up. He can’t deny the same feeling. He’s not even put off when he’s called old man. He could have gotten angry, but instead he chuckles, noting the playful lilt in her voice. He doesn’t respond verbally to her. Instead he draws his lips to her neck, spurned on just as much by her moan as her words. He drops open-mouth kisses down the column of her throat. The shift of power was easy and he’s even more pleased she’s not complaining at his bold actions. She could have responded in protest, a protest much more than her gasp when he’d bitten at her lips—he’d attempted to amend that quickly and take note that she was not into being bitten. She could have called their whole affair off and he would have let her if she had thought he was being too forward or had not enjoyed it. He could have been afraid to ruin the mood, but it’s obvious he’d taken the chance and it’s worked in his favor.
He follows her gasp and sighs as he worships her throat. His hand leaves her, amused that he’s distracted her so easily. He brings it to the shirt that makes up the uniform all inmates wear. His fingers dipped under the hem at her moan and his lips go still. His every sense is alive and his hand finds warm skin.
His fingers trail up her side to her ribcage and back down as she untucks his shirt. His lips begin trailing back up her neck as her fingers touch his skin. It’s turn to gasp as he molds into her hands. The hand on her neck falls away to rest by her head and moves his face back above hers. It’s his turn to stare at her appreciatively. Her confidence, the way she is simply assured of what she wants and how to get it. He finds that sexy. He finds it extremely alluring.
He catches her mouth deeply. He moans into the kiss as he takes her shirt and begins to lift it. He’s aware of how she’s wanting this and intends to show her he’s going to take her as far as she wants to go happily.
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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on Sept 28, 2013 0:39:43 GMT -5
As his lips start to travel down her neck, VerMillion is quick to tilt her head back - if he wants to kiss her neck then by all means she wants to make the entirety of it as accessible as possible. As bold as she is, she appreciates receiving boldness in return because fear isn't sexy to her at all. No, to her fear is irrational and actually kind of sad - too much of it and it would put her right out of the mood. So in her book there's no such thing as a man with too much boldness. There is a difference between things that she does and doesn't enjoy - pain being one of them, as she's no masochist by any means. But the nips on her lips weren't going too far to at all - rather, she was simply surprised. She has the odd combination of being impossible to scare but quite easy to take off guard, as her lack of fear makes the former simply never happen while at the same time making her forget to ever be on guard to begin with - the squeak was simply a reflex to sudden pain while the laugh was her real reaction, as she took it as him simply being playful. Not that she can even remember that exchange while he's kissing her throat, as she's already to the point of letting herself get lost in the sensations. It's like they're caught in a feedback loop of pleasure - everything each of them does to the other mainly serves to encourage the other to go even further. Eventually they'll reach the point of having nowhere further to go, but that's exactly where VerMillion wants to be. Though of course, there's every other step along the way to enjoy first, and right now she's enjoying how her hands against his bare skin have encouraged him to do the same to her - and the combination of that and his lips against her throat is enough to make her hum with pleasure. When he looks at her now he'd see a certain distance in her eyes at first, as the sensation of touch trumps sight in importance, though her eyes refocus upon him quickly now that his lips have left her neck. And if she was hungry before, now she's simply ravenous. She isn't sure at that moment whether it was him or her that initiated the kiss immediately afterward - she simply couldn't not kiss him at that moment, and the tug on her shirt encourages her to push up against him as that carries the side benefit of ensuring that it doesn't get stuck between herself and the couch. She only releases him when she has to, so that it can be removed completely. Of course she's bold: she's a young woman who has nothing internal that prevents her from going after whatever she wants. Therefore it's only when something else gets in her way that she doesn't get it. And right now she wants Dr. Arkham. And since he doesn't seem to be the least bit inclined to stop her, that's exactly what she'll get. ********** VerMillion is still laying on the couch. She did get up once, briefly, to put her clothes back on - she's not at all bothered to lay there undressed, but it got cold after Dr. Arkham got up. The standard issue patent uniform is very simple and takes all of two seconds to put on, though, and once she'd had that taken care of, she was back to laying down so that she can continue to lay there and hit 'replay' on her memory over and over again. It could take hours for her to tire of that activity at this point, even with Heather periodically trying to say things that she supposes are supposed to make her feel guilty. But she doesn't feel guilty - not one iota. On top of the purely physical sensations of pleasure and relaxation, she feels more fulfilled and satisfied than she ever remembers feeling. To remember anything comparable, she'd have to dig deep into Heather's memories, and those are always so much hazier than her own. But now she, herself, feels nothing but almost complete contentment. There's a moment where the 'almost' part of that bugs her until she can identify why she doesn't feel perfectly content, but then she realizes that the reason is because it wasn't Jon. It should have been Jon. Not that she has any regrets whatsoever, as it's much better to have something that's nearly perfect rather than absolutely nothing since that perfect scenario seems unobtainable. Still, she wishes it was Jon. But she lets that thought go with a sigh - one that probably goes unnoticed by Dr. Arkham since it's one of several sighs she's made over the past few minutes, and the others were because of far more favorable thoughts. Which she immediately returns to, as she certainly doesn't want to spoil such a good mood by wishing for what she can't have. What she can have is plenty enough! Her thoughts still full of memories of hands and lips touching certain very sensitive parts of her anatomy, she can't help but smirk as she turns to look at Dr. Arkham, catching him glancing at the clock. " Worried?" she asks him, sounding amused. It's funny how worked up people get over such small things sometimes, like the time being later than you want it to be. She only gets bothered about that when she's waiting for someone.
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Post by Jeremiah Arkham - Black Mask on Sept 28, 2013 2:03:00 GMT -5
The part of Jeremiah that had just fulfilled itself had wanted nothing more than to lounge on that couch with her, unclothed or not. He liked to relax and bask in satisfaction, but the part of him that had known where they were knew he’d had needed to get up. By the time VerMillion is beginning to clothe herself, he’s sliding the belt back through his slacks. She’s still done before him, however and when she returns to the couch he’s half-way through re-buttoning his shirt. Yet getting dressed is a routine for him. He can do it while preoccupied with other thoughts and so as he smooths his shirt and moves to fasten his cuffs again, he’s fallen into the same process as VerMillion. He’s mulling over the memory repeatedly as well. It’ll be hard to cast that out of his mind anytime soon and he’s no one that can peer into his head and scold him for it.
But does he feel guilty? Yes, there’s a bit of guilt. He is married after all and the marriage isn’t bad. He does love his wife, but he can’t deny the pleasure that comes from doing things he should not and if it’s up to him, there’s no reason his wife need know about any of it. He’s certainly not going to tell her. This is also the first time in a long time he’s been satisfied. It’s sign of many things and he can think of those implications later. Right now he’s more incline to finish knotting his tie and walking over to a small mirror that hangs over the fireplace in his office. He runs his hands through his hair and straightens his collar and he peers in it to watch VerMillion. Unbothered, content, just as he’d expected and predicted. He catches her sigh in the mirror, but soon enough it passes and he doesn’t question.
Instead he looks to the clock and when he hears VerMillion’s voice, he smirks and turns back to look at her. He crosses his arms casually. “Worried? Is there something I should be worried about? I have no regrets if that’s what you’re asking, though I would appreciate discretion on your part about this.” He moves back to the chair he’d been sitting in at the beginning of this. “I don’t expect you to understand the fear part of it from my point of view, but I think I can explain a more logical reason none of the staff should know what happened here.” He thinks only a moment on how to word it. “If any of the staff were to find out, I’d no longer be your doctor and I believe it’s pretty obvious that among them I am one who is very understanding and non-judgmental about your decisions. I don’t think you’re simply a girl lead astray by a madman, I believe it is more complicated than that. That is why I can’t allow you to be removed from Arkham Asylum, besides…what kind of man would I be to separate you from Jonathan?”
He smiles, “I was taking note that our session is almost at an end, which I suppose is regretful, but I do want you to understand there is no expectation of this repeating. I realize you sought this comfort as a result of dissatisfaction with your current circumstances, but I did enjoy our actual conversation as well and so I look forward to speaking to you again. Is there anything you’d like say in the last minutes of our session?”
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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on Sept 28, 2013 14:42:08 GMT -5
The amusement in VerMillion's expression doubles at least as Dr. Arkham begins to respond to her one-word question. She's giving his words only some of her attention, her eyes going from watching him to staring off into space as she lets her thoughts wander as they will. "So you are worried," she states first, still sounding amused. But she proves to have been listening well enough at least when she adds, "Don't worry - I won't tell anyone. I don't have a reason to." The very casual way she says that may be a bit concerning to a man wanting to keep this from his wife, though she actually is being sincere. She just doesn't see how it's all that important, and there's very little that would convince her otherwise.
The last part of what he says causes an odd smile to come across her face, though she hesitates before she responds. Which is an odd thing for her - she's never afraid to speak her mind, and it's rare for her to be at a loss for words. But suddenly she finds herself needing to say something about an experience that is so new, so... indescribable... In fact she knows that she certainly hasn't and can't remember Heather ever having said any of the things on her mind at the moment. So for once she does find herself searching for words. "But what if I said that I want you to expect a repeat?" she starts, figuring out how to articulate this properly, "I mean, it was... better than I thought. Not that I didn't think much of you but... well, I've never done that before. I mean, Heather has, and I remember that but... not clearly. And they were, well, college guys - most of them didn't really know what they were doing, so... Much, much better... I'd be disappointed if we never do that again."
Which she says knowing full well that even though he seems to suspect that she may decide that was a one time thing, it could instead be him. Which would be, as she said, disappointing. Not particularly crushing, though she's learned from this experience that she's not going to be happy letting the ridiculousness between Jon and Heather interfere with her having a sex life. And if not Dr. Arkham, there's surely other men. Then again, she definitely does feel a preference for Dr. Arkham in particular. "I'm... very fond of you, Dr. Arkham," she adds, choosing the word carefully. She knows that she doesn't love him - her feelings contrast sharply with how she feels about Jon. Still, she does feel a bond of a different kind, and not necessarily a weak one. Just... different. Different, but she likes it. A lot!
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Jeremiah Arkham - Black Mask
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Post by Jeremiah Arkham - Black Mask on Sept 29, 2013 0:51:46 GMT -5
Jeremiah can’t fault her for her amusement as he replies to her and shows her that yes, in fact, he may be a little more than a bit worried. But it’s nowhere near the anxiety he should feel. He should be concerned about that, but he isn’t. Instead he chuckles and nods to her, “Okay, so I am. Not too much, though.” And that sentiment is returned as she assures him that she won’t tell. Part of him is a bit concerned by how she says it. That’s the human part of him, the part of him that is a psychiatrist realizes why her voice isn’t more soothing. She can’t be worried like him. He knows that, so her casual tone is as close as he’ll get and for the moment he takes it with an appreciative nod.
What does surprise him and makes his own expression give a pause is what she says next. Of course the unique little smile cued in him that she was going to say something and that it took a moment for her to begin tells him it is important, but to hear it. He’d not at all been expecting that. But at last he smiles and gives her a little nod. “Well, if…Then I will.” He’ll put no pressure on for such a thing, but he showed today just how he’d react.
And if she suspects he’ll be the one to call it off, his response to her confession, he hopes solidifies her to know just how he feels about it. He’d heard the undercurrent and yes, he could say it was a one time thing and be done with it, but he smiles at her. He’d not suspected her to feel for him as she does Jonathan. He does not feel for her the way he does towards his wife. There is a bond there, not weak, but comfortable and nice. He tilts his head.
“And I of you, VerMillion. I find myself quite fond of you too,” he says to her. He says it and he means and there are so many reasons why.
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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on Sept 29, 2013 18:53:34 GMT -5
VerMillion can't help but smile at Dr. Arkham's reaction to her words. It's so incredibly simple talking to him. And such a contrast to Jon - she can't help but repeatedly compare the two in her mind if only because she's gotten so used to dealing with Jon all the time. Of course, what comes to mind at the moment is all the things about Dr. Arkham that she likes better about him, though the number of ways that Jon is better is probably somewhere in the same ballpark. The latter aren't on her mind at the moment though, especially since she'd probably have to get to know both men even better before she begins to have a real understanding of Dr. Arkham's failings and Jon's real strengths. Recent events have almost conspired to show her only the opposite lately, though time and further events will likely remedy that.
But, once again, Heather feels the need to try an interrupt her pleasant thoughts. This time, rather than ignoring it completely, she smirks slightly and says, "Yes, Heather, I am pleased with myself - thank you for asking." She rolls her eyes and sighs again, though she tries not to let it bother her. Try as she might, Heather isn't going to be able to convince VerMillion that she should feel guilty or otherwise bad about this at all, but she is starting to manage to be a little annoying. She has a real talent for that, unfortunately.
To try to take her mind off of that, VerMillion turns her attention back to Dr. Arkham. "So when is our next session?" she asks, her smile taking on a different quality as she looks at him. She suddenly finds herself far more interested in her therapy sessions than she was when this one began. Not that her libido is so high that she pictures every one of them being like this one, but her true craving isn't for sex itself but for deep human contact in general. That desire includes sex, but mostly it is simply being with someone. And she's very much looking forward to her next reprieve from the solitude of her cell, or even the more shallow interactions she could have during her rec time.
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Post by Jeremiah Arkham - Black Mask on Sept 29, 2013 20:56:17 GMT -5
The smile Jeremiah gives in return is an easy one. It was simple to form and he’s unashamed to return it to her. There is something to say about a patient who doesn’t have the fear to stop them from sharing their thoughts. It is so easy to speak to her and react because she makes it so. There is also the fact that he wasn’t Jonathan. True perhaps there were things in personality and demeanor that could make them similar, but Jeremiah is a different person and not prepossessed with the need to prove that every action is a catalyst of fear. He could be said to be narrow-minded, but not at all. He just doesn’t let whether that is truth or not possess his life. He has a life, patients, his own wants that occupy his mind. He has his obsessions, different from Jonathan’s and thus they are completely different people. He is not bothered by this and expects that there are strengths to being him and others that are possessed by Jonathan that he does not have. He’d always know that latter part anyway. Jonathan had once been his employee and even now there are things Jeremiah admires about Jonathan and wishes he possessed in himself as well. Yet if he had those things he wouldn’t be Jeremiah and he’s quite fine improving himself as he sees fit and to the measurements anyone else holds him to unless he feels like doing so for them.
Jeremiah allows her the most privacy he can give her as VerMillion once again finds herself speaking to Heather. He turns away smiling to himself and takes the chair he’d been sitting in and moves it back to its original position. He is then picking up the forms he’d brought to fill out during the session, but it’s nothing he can’t fill out later on his next break or at home that night.
He’s filing them away in his desk for later perusal and completion when VerMillion speaks to him once again. He lifts his head and leans against the desk. “I usually operate in seeing the patient once every week,” but he’s aware of how easily bored she gets and this isn’t his need to repeat what had happened that day, but a need to meet her stimulation requirements. He’s aware that throughout her and Heather’s stay with Jonathan he’d not offered as much emotional reassurement as she’d wanted. It doesn’t surprise him. Jonathan had never been good with people and their needs for basic human contact. He doesn’t regard this with smugness, but simple knowledge.
“But because you find your time so boring I believe every three days would be more appropriate and that your cell is accessed for supplies that will help you be more content.” He meets her eyes. “And how about cell placement? I could move you as well…Perhaps you’d like to be placed in the cell across from Jonathan. I know you and Ms. Glass miss him and I can make the argument of why you should be moved. It’ll be conducive to your treatment I believe,” he smiles. “Do you agree?”
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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on Sept 29, 2013 22:49:36 GMT -5
"Three days?" VerMillion repeats to herself, mulling that over for a moment. She'd rather see him more frequently, actually, but then again if once a week is more usual she supposes that three days isn't so bad. Besides, whatever these supplies that would make her more content are, they sound promising. "That sounds fine to me," she says with a nod. After all, given how focused his attention is, that's probably more quality time than the little bits of it Jon gave gave her while she was living with him.
Speaking of Jon, a look of slight surprise crosses her face as Dr. Arkham suggests that she could have a cell near his. She'd not thought that would have been an option, though once the surprise at the offer wears off she doesn't have to think very hard about how to respond. "Well, I don't really care, actually," she says first with a slight frown. She's still caught in this sucky love triangle, after all, though now that her emotions have an outlet at least it seems far more bearable. But she still has Heather's feelings to consider, her own love for Jon, and his... messed up mixed signals to deal with. Both the idea of being able to be near him and the idea of being away from him for awhile have their appeal, especially since she's guessing that in the future she'll have plenty more time with him.
"Heather says that she doesn't want anything from you," VerMillion continues, rolling her eyes before she adds, "But she's better around Jon and it'd give her less to whine about. So yeah - good idea." Anything that makes Heather more manageable is a good thing in VerMillion's book.
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Post by Jeremiah Arkham - Black Mask on Sept 29, 2013 23:04:31 GMT -5
Jeremiah walks around the desk and leans back against it as she mulls over the offer. He can see the unheard disappointment, but he waits to respond until she gives her accent. It’s then that he smiles and nods, “Excellent, but if it comes to be that that schedule needs to change, we can discuss it. But we’ll give the every three days a try just for a start. So speaking of that, I do have an assignment for you. Nothing bad,” he waves his hand, “I want you to look around your cell when we next meet, tell me what would make you and Heather more happy. Hard to do I’m aware with it still a being mental health facility that you can’t leave without proper work and release.”
Her response to his offer of placing her closer to Jonathan doesn’t actually surprise him. Heather’s reaction to it doesn’t either. For VerMillion to have turned to someone else for the affection and attention she felt she wasn’t getting plainly made clear that she was displeased and impatient, but her lack of fear resulting in her not caring if she lost Jonathan didn’t make a move closer necessary for her, but Heather on the other hand was a different story.
He sighs, “Then she is why I am making the offer. I will need to speak with her at some point, however. Her…attachment to Jonathan is unhealthy. I wish I could claim different, but the need and anxiety she communicates clearly needs assessing, but I can already tell that if her security is Jonathan Crane and she has trouble maintaining her own calm without him…then well, that’s not good. And I don’t mean that out of an opinion of Jonathan Crane, I would say the same thing if anyone else.”
Human beings needed social attachments, but the way Heather behaved, the way she was better with Jonathan and only with him, that was a concern to him as a doctor and as another human being. It was something that did cause trouble in the daily functioning of life and thus it was an issue that needed to be addressed.
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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on Sept 30, 2013 20:38:16 GMT -5
Nodding as Dr. Arkham notes that the schedule could change later, VerMillion's expression turns thoughtful as he gives her an assignment. And he's right - it's a hard one. She doesn't know what all the rules are for what is and isn't allowed, but she's sure that there's a lot of things that she'd want that aren't allowed or that simply aren't practical in a one room cell. Still, there's got to be at least a few things that would make even a place like this more comfortable and homey to both her and Heather - she'll just have to think of them. "Okay," she agrees, figuring that will be a pleasant enough task, especially if it helps Heather relax.
And VerMillion would be the first to agree that Heather needs to find a way to relax more often. It's not pleasant having to be the one having to deal with everything whenever life gets the slightest bit difficult. But fixing that problem seems impossible enough to VerMillion that she makes a face and says, "Well, good luck talking to her. I don't even get what her deal is, but whatever it is, it's bad - it's like she can't handle... life. Except when Jon's around. Or she does okay when we're alone. Or, like, I've made her work on it by being 'out' at other times, like when it's quiet - she only lasts for so long before she freaks, though, especially when someone tries to talk to us. Except when we talked to Poison Ivy - that was weird..." She frowns a little at that, but quickly shrugs it off.
For VerMillion, trying to understand Heather's fearful behavior is a bit like a naturalist studying some new animal species with complex behavior. She can make observations and notice patterns, but when it comes to actually understanding what she's seeing she doesn't quite know where to begin. "She seemed to be getting better before we were came here, but now she's worse again," she adds with a sigh, clearly not pleased.
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Jeremiah Arkham - Black Mask
"All my life... I have been dancing on the edge of madness."
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Post by Jeremiah Arkham - Black Mask on Sept 30, 2013 21:25:26 GMT -5
Jeremiah suspects that he’ll have to deny some of the things she’ll request, but as she’s not a problem patient nor is Heather, the list is much more comprehensive and less confining than were she say Firefly or Mad Hatter who are resourceful enough to combine many things into something they can use. Joker is the same story, he’s worse. So he offers her a simple smile at her agreement, but doesn’t move from his desk. “We can talk about what you put in our next session,” he says.
Jeremiah doesn’t respond in amusement at VerMillion’s tone. Even he knows the obstacle he’s against with Heather. It’s plain to see that VerMillion is the personality left to deal with life when things become distressing. He cannot blame Heather for that, but he gives VerMillion a nod and sigh, “Thank you, I don’t believe it will be easy, but living in that state, while I understand why you don’t understand it, it’s hard to deal with which is why she leans on you on those moments,” he smiles softly, “and Ms. Ivy has a knack for calming people, especially young women as I’ve noticed. It doesn’t really surprise me.”
He walks to the door and peers out to see if the guard has begun to make his way towards the office, but seeing no one he shuts the door, “She was with Jonathan before, in a place familiar because she was with him. Now you’ve been separated and captured. In a place where everything is structured to keep you apart and you’ve being stared and prod like an experiment even if it’s not by your doctor. The others are. You can feel it.” He looked at VerMillion, “It’s a shock for a lot of people to go from comfort to this place. This place isn’t comfortable at all. It gets to you.”
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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on Oct 1, 2013 3:09:32 GMT -5
VerMillion purses her lips slightly but doesn't comment as Dr. Arkham says that Heather's problem is hard to deal with. VerMillion can only figure that it must be, though to her it's sometimes hard to take that perspective instead of feeling as if her alter-ego is whining over nothing and leans on her due to laziness. That Heather's fits actually seem to be very unpleasant experiences are perhaps the only reason why VerMillion believes Heather's problems are real at all.
She listens as Dr. Arkham talks about why Heather has gotten worse lately, nodding a little. The exact situations that Heather does and doesn't find distressing are hard for VerMillion to sort out from each other sometimes since there are so many things that bother Heather that VerMillion flat out doesn't notice. Usually she ends up just asking Heather about it, but she does know that generally speaking Heather favors unstimulating environments. And that certainly describes where they were before they came here.
Though she's very quick to correct Dr. Arkham on his last comment. "Um, no - this place is a lot more comfortable than where we were before. It's warm, it's dry, it's clean, there's food..." she says, starting to list off the benefits of this place. Then again, pretty much anywhere can beat living in a sewer. Besides, several of the things that other people find very disconcerting about the asylum, like the sound of insane screams, are completely normal to both Heather and VerMillion by this point - they were living with Jon after all.
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