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Post by Riordan Shonski on Sept 13, 2010 16:49:52 GMT
He snorted at that. "Sweetie, denying it isn't going to make it go away... it'll just make everything worse for you. Besides," he smirked. This was his favourite argument, one which left his victim no choice but to accept, "You're so desperate to deny it, it makes it fairly obvious that you're insecure about it. So, you know. I'd try something else if you ever want to convince people otherwise, princess. As for the apology, well... No, I think I'm going to stay here until I get one. A good one. So, think it through and let's see if you get the right answer," he purred, holding her wrists firmly.
He foot slammed down on his. He winced; she had one hell of a kick, but clung on tighter, grimacing. "Shit, Jo, that seriously hurt. You know, that's not much incentive for me to let you go. You've tried to stab me, hurt my foot, and now you're trying to kick me out. Not very nice, babe." He held both her wrists in one hand, leaned back and flicked the off switch on the clock. The bright display faded, and he sat back up, satisfied. No need to damage any more of her property.
He frowned down at her face thoughtfully, twisting her wrists absently in his hands as he wondered what to do with her. Maybe... an idea occurred. "Jo, you keep alcohol in your apartment, right? Why don't you go and get me some? It... helps with the pain," he drawled, not caring how blatantly obvious the lie was. Releasing her wrists, he watched her for a few seconds, not moving her legs, keeping her trapped in place as he waited for an answer. If she had any sense, she'd agree, then go outside and call security to him - he couldn't walk to the staff apartments with her, that would look obvious - but maybe she wouldn't think of that. Even if she did, he'd had his fun, so he wasn't too bothered either way. |
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Post by Dr. Josephine Hudson on Sept 17, 2010 5:33:53 GMT
'It'll make everything worse for you'. Was that a threat? It sounded ominously like one. Jo decided that her principles - saying that she didn't have AS, in this case - weren't as important as not having broken fingers. If he yelled at her to 'admit' it, she would. And if he asked her to in a quiet voice, she would. When he didn't, she relaxed slightly, still aware that he wanted an apology. She felt strangely defiant about that. Mutely shaking her head, she glared at him, hoping he wasn't going to break bones. It'd be embarrassing to give in now... He might just drop it. And he might also explode in a flurry of bright blue feathers. After a seconds pause, she dropped her head. " Sorry, " she muttered. He'd said 'a good one'. What made a good apology? Very carefully, she considered. " Um... I don't know what a good apology is. I'm...very sorry? " That should do it.
She'd seriously hurt him? For a second, she felt a certain smugness, before remembering that that gave him the right to hurt her back, technically. And if she'd 'seriously' hurt him, he could do the same back. ...Oh. She began swaying on the balls of her feet, rocking from side to side, hoping he wouldn't do anything back. How could she stop him hurting her? Standing up on her toes (he wasn't pulling her up by her hair anymore, which meant she could stand comfortably), Jo kissed him again, hoping that that would do instead of another 'I'm very sorry'. This was more...entertaining for her. And for him as well, hopefully.
When Rio turned the clock off, she stared at him happily. She'd never thought of that before... A small part of her mind knew that he hadn't actually stopped time - it was still getting late, and Susannah would get upset and might phone the police to report her missing - but it looked like he had. She smiled, relieved, until he twisted her wrists, making her wriggle slightly and half-ruined her happy mood. Jo tried to concentrate on his words, rather than wailing because her arms hurt. If she didn't listen to what he was saying as he said it, she'd have to ask him to repeat it, and he had quite a short temper. " I don't have alcohol. Gabe does... Well, I tried some once, but that was a mistake. I thought it was food colouring... It wasn't. " Jo looked at him with a quizzical expression. " It doesn't help pain. It makes it very, very bad in the morning. And it's illegal to get you some. " Serving minors alcohol was very bad. Serving minors, who were also your patients, was very, very bad.
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Post by Riordan Shonski on Sept 19, 2010 12:48:05 GMT
Well, that was probably the best he was going to get from someone who didn't understand most of the subtleties of... technically, he supposed, this was kidnap. Holding someone against her will... he was fairly sure she was aware of the dangers, but she wasn't quite sure what he'd meant by a 'good apology'. He allowed his expression to soften a little, and said, "Well, that'll have to do for now." He half-laughed at her happy expression. It wasn't as though he had stopped time, simply turned off a clock, but apparently it meant a lot to her. He dug his nails into the base of her hand, wiping that look of puppy-like bliss off her face in a heartbeat.
Her reply about alcohol was no more than he'd expected. "It does help pain, if you take suitable amounts of it," he replied to her, mentally adding, suitable meaning so much of it you go numb, that is. But she didn't need to know that. "As for being illegal, well. Kissing someone who is technically one of your patients is also illegal, and you've already done that today. So why not do this? You won't get in trouble." He told her, his face deadly serious. Maybe he'd actually be able to persuade her to get him some... provided she didn't catch sight of a clock on the way to the apartment, that was. That might put a bit of a spanner in the works, if she had a panic attack and rushed off to call her sister and make therapy notes before bringing him whatever it was 'Gabe' kept in his liquor cabinet. He mused on that for a while. He'd never heard the male doctor Hudson referred to by that name; it had always been Gabriel, Dr Hudson (male), or just Hudson, in his memory. Well, you learn something new every day, even if it was just that your headteacher is known by his wife as an abbreviation of his real name. |
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Post by Dr. Josephine Hudson on Sept 22, 2010 2:11:02 GMT
Jo almost snorted. 'Do for now'? She wasn't apologizing again. Unless, of course, he wanted her to, and took appropriate measures to make her (which were mostly torture and various threats). Keeping her face expressionless - hopefully - she nodded, keeping her eyes fixed on the cream-colored walls. Was she meant to thank Rio for saying her apology would do? Maybe. She decided not to risk offending him, whispering a thank you as he impaled something sharp on top of her wrist. She breathed deeply, staying still and waiting until he stopped. It wasn't as bad as when he twisted her wrists around painfully, but worse than pulling her hair.
It did help pain? Well, that was new. Jo nodded quickly. "Um, okay. I'm sure you know..." Did he drink? Probably, despite the law forbidding him to. Actually, maybe because the law forbade him to. At his next words she froze for a second, her fingers wriggling slightly faster than before. Doing illegal things was bad. "That...is true. But..." Well, there wasn't really an argument for that. She'd thought she was dreaming for a while, but pain was supposed to wake you up... "Oh." Well, it was a fairly good argument, if you were in a debating team and facing two four year-olds with no grasp of English.
"I won't get into trouble?" Her voice was hopeful. It was bad enough she'd broken the law; getting into trouble for it would be horrible. "Um..." Jo began swaying her torso gently from side to side, the familiar rocking motion soothing her. "I will, then, she decided, standing and realizing she was trapped beneath her legs. If Peter or Gabe saw her, they'd wonder why she wasn't sticking to her schedule - no, they were with patients. Gabe was with Laura, and Peter was with the irritating anorexic girl that she hadn't met, and had no plans to meet. People that were that obsessed with their body image confused her.
As Rio moved, presumably to let her go, she edged away from her chair, not entirely sure he wouldn't kick her or something. When she was out of kicking-range, she inched round to the other side of the desk, taking her key to the desk drawer - and confidential information - with her. Now she just had to get his file, which he had one hand on, leaning backwards. "Can I have that? Please? Or I can't go...it's against school policy."
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