Thread: Dual sides [Bear & Vyttor]

In stark contrast to the bubbly and ever friendly receptionist that greeted guests was the only other woman in the office, seated at her desk behind the closed doors as her current patient rambled aimlessly through his long list of excuses as to why in particular, he had felt the need to consistently avoid her over the past few weeks. This woman, though far more reserved in both her words and her personality, was by no means the more boring of the two. Annalise Carver was the youngest of her parents children and by far the most cunning of them all, a devious woman even as a child and forever mischievous as shed made her way through life. Now an adult, she had found her calling in psychiatry, seating herself across from a wide range of raging lunatics to calm sociopaths that she was quite sure would end up either in the grave early or behind bars within the next few years. She had done quite well for herself at her job, considering her ever dominant attitude and her inability to accept failure. Her greatest weakness was the simple fact that she had lost patience years ago, and as such had quickly lost her ability to hold her tongue against liars and deceivers. Hm, yes, She cut the man off as he was starting onto another conversation entirely, desperately trying to veer the line of questioning away from the simple fact he hadnt wanted to come to the appointments. Heres where I have a problem, you see. She tapped her pen on the paper in front of herself, her eyes moving from it to lock on her patient. I dont care for the lies youre trying to feed me. Youve made it quite clear that you dont care if you waste my time. So, She set the pen down calmly as she could, pushing herself out of her seat, I am not a jailor and youre not a prisoner. Youve made it clear to me that you dont wish to be here. My receptionist will see you out. Ill send you the bill for the time wasted. Make an appointment when youre ready to put forth the effort. Her eyes had broken from him as she moved towards the door, opening it without so much as acknowledging him further, her hand motioning that he was to leave. She scanned the room now, green eyes landing on the young man that was undoubtedly waiting on his turn to sit in her chair and talk to her about his problems. Please, do come in. Lise offered the man a soft smile, much different from the face that she offered the previous client, a man who was now slinking past her in an embarrassed hunch, muttering something she couldnt quite make out. She let the client enter her office of his own volition, returning to her desk and crossing her legs beneath her primly. Her clothing was as you would expect from someone with her profession, a dark womens suit beneath a white coat that had her name tag with a small picture ID just beneath it. Her copper hair was pulled back away from her face during business hours, tied up into a neat bun that had taken years of practice to perfect. Everything about her screamed professional, though she did have the warmth about her to make her seem less of a cold and corporate robot, just enough that she was someone people could feel comfortable about opening up to. As the client took a seat she opened up his file, skimming through his basic information slowly, So, Robert, would you like to tell me about why youve come to visit me?