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TITLE: Group Therapy
CHARACTERS: Marluxia + everyone
LOCATION: The Group Therapy Room
SUMMARY: Marluxia muses on the joys of Group Therapy and the inevitable chaos it brings.
DATE: Day 1? 2? (What day is it again?)
Marluxia made a small sound in the back of his throat as he turned to the next page in his book, trying his best to ignore the chaos around him. Despite the book’s obvious lack of mental stimulation and any semblance of an intelligent statement, it was something to pass the time before the show began. The show was, of course, the farce that was otherwise known as Group Therapy.
In a place like this, it was absolutely ludicrous to stick a bunch of individuals such as his…lovely companions in one room. To do so was just asking for trouble. However, whoever ran this establishment clearly lacked a sense of style and common sense, so the meeting remained on the schedule.
To make matters worse - or better, if one looked at it from Marluxia’s standpoint - the doctor was either dead from the food or running late. Perhaps he was held up but one of those silly little nurses that seemed to infest this place like cockroaches; the idea was not completely out there, considering that some of the women here seemed to be very promiscuous, particularly around anything with two legs and working equipment.
The corners of his lips tugging up to form a thin smirk, Marluxia made note of his current page and carefully set the book to the side. Calloused fingers raked through messy hair, only serving to make it messier, and blue eyes narrowed with amusement as he glanced around him. The smirk on his lips twisted slightly, now resembling a faint sneer.
He was surrounded by absolute fools.
Group Therapy, as Marluxia recalled, was known to most as the time of day where all the patients gathered together in one room to speak of their feelings and day under the supervision of a doctor. It was also as a time where danger was the most prevalent, simply because if a person stuck a bunch of crazies in one room, he was just asking for trouble. However, to him it was something special; a time where he gained more amusement than any silly television could ever hope to offer.
Tucking a few stray strands of hair behind his ear, Marluxia sat patiently, awaiting the inevitable entertainment.
CHARACTERS: Marluxia + everyone
LOCATION: The Group Therapy Room
SUMMARY: Marluxia muses on the joys of Group Therapy and the inevitable chaos it brings.
DATE: Day 1? 2? (What day is it again?)
Marluxia made a small sound in the back of his throat as he turned to the next page in his book, trying his best to ignore the chaos around him. Despite the book’s obvious lack of mental stimulation and any semblance of an intelligent statement, it was something to pass the time before the show began. The show was, of course, the farce that was otherwise known as Group Therapy.
In a place like this, it was absolutely ludicrous to stick a bunch of individuals such as his…lovely companions in one room. To do so was just asking for trouble. However, whoever ran this establishment clearly lacked a sense of style and common sense, so the meeting remained on the schedule.
To make matters worse - or better, if one looked at it from Marluxia’s standpoint - the doctor was either dead from the food or running late. Perhaps he was held up but one of those silly little nurses that seemed to infest this place like cockroaches; the idea was not completely out there, considering that some of the women here seemed to be very promiscuous, particularly around anything with two legs and working equipment.
The corners of his lips tugging up to form a thin smirk, Marluxia made note of his current page and carefully set the book to the side. Calloused fingers raked through messy hair, only serving to make it messier, and blue eyes narrowed with amusement as he glanced around him. The smirk on his lips twisted slightly, now resembling a faint sneer.
He was surrounded by absolute fools.
Group Therapy, as Marluxia recalled, was known to most as the time of day where all the patients gathered together in one room to speak of their feelings and day under the supervision of a doctor. It was also as a time where danger was the most prevalent, simply because if a person stuck a bunch of crazies in one room, he was just asking for trouble. However, to him it was something special; a time where he gained more amusement than any silly television could ever hope to offer.
Tucking a few stray strands of hair behind his ear, Marluxia sat patiently, awaiting the inevitable entertainment.