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Post by Rigby "Echo" O'Gready on May 29, 2013 2:44:01 GMT
It was her first official day in the new position. She'd spent the weekend redecorating the office, which had been left barren-looking in Mr. Witkowski's wake. The last time she did something like this was in a convent, under the shade of a nun's habit. It felt strange to not have at least a cross in the room, though she didn't want to isolate anyone. She settled with a small wrought iron one, just over the door. Other than that, the walls were littered with posters that she thought might brighten her students at least a little.
As much as she loved the library, this was a welcome change. There was a huge difference between helping someone find the encyclopedias and helping someone find themselves. This was much more in line with what she needed for peace of mind, for atonement. She had hurt so many - and not just the ones she killed, but her victims' friends, their families. Working to make up for it even a little bit was necessary for Echo.
For her soul.
It was funny, really. The human religions were typically reserved just for that - humans. After all, she lived in a place of magic and monsters, things most good Christians would call creatures of Hell. It wasn't that she bought into everything the Bible taught, more that the church had saved her from what she had become. Its teachings gave her shelter and comfort and guidance.
Sitting in the armchair across from the door, Echo sat waiting for someone to come by, her fingers running rhythmically over her rosary beads as she murmured softly, "Hail Mary full of grace. The Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou among women..."
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Post by chase michael jackson on May 29, 2013 3:55:04 GMT
Chase didn't want to go see this fucking counselor. In fact, he was sweating just thinking about talking to someone about his feelings and why he was a complete fuck up in life. His teacher, however, decided that he needed to go and talk about why he didn't seem to want to talk at all in class and why he freaked out when someone else tried talking to him. Apparently the buddy system thing didn't work out very well because he was still the same kind of awkward around everyone else. The only person he was truly himself around was Brent.
He knocked on the door and peeked his head in to see a women in the office. The office was... nicely decorated? It had a lot of words on it that Chase might have read if he didn't think they would be stupid sayings or shit. "U-uhm. I-I'm su-supposed to co-come see y-you."
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Post by Rigby "Echo" O'Gready on May 29, 2013 4:04:34 GMT
A small, timid voice from the doorway stirred Echo from her prayers. Her wide eyes slid open to greet him as she set the rosary on the table beside her. The boy looked...well, rather like he might shrivel up and die if she spoke to him too loudly. Her lips formed into a pleasant but rather sedate smile as she gestured to the couch across from her.
"Ah, yes. Chase Jackson, isn't it? I remember seeing you about the library. Don't think much on me knowing, I've a mind for names." Indeed, she remembered the name of everyone she ever killed. Even a few of their children, who they spoke to her about in their pleading.
Echo stood and smoothed out her skirt. She had an impossibly quiet manner about her, lilting tone scarcely above a murmur at all times. "My name's Miss O'Gready, but while we're in here, please call me Echo - everyone does. Can I get you some tea? Or just water, perhaps?" She turned to the electric kettle on her desk and flipped it on before rummaging through her tea bags.
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Post by chase michael jackson on May 29, 2013 4:48:53 GMT
Chase felt her emotions almost immediately. It was just something that he did to make sure the person he was with didn't have any ill feelings toward him or any of his friends or just simply people around him. She didn't seem mean or anything. She felt a bit nice. Well... she didn't feel mean at least. Chase moved over to the couch and sat down like she had gestured for him to do. He didn't find it too awkward, he didn't think. He shook his head at Echo. He didn't want anything. He didn't find it weird that she knew his name. He didn't think he did at least. He was sure people talked, and he was in the library quite a bit.
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Post by Rigby "Echo" O'Gready on May 29, 2013 5:09:34 GMT
She nodded briefly, having expected as much from a boy that timid. "Well, then, let me know if you change your mind." Leaving the kettle to boil, Echo closed the door and returned to her seat. She looked over the child with little scrutiny. A soul fae, his record said. It started her off with a warm sort of feeling toward him before he even started talking. One of his kind had saved her, after all.
"So I see on your record you haven't been in here before. It's my first day, too, so let's be nervous together, okay?" Echo offered him a smile and straightened out the crucifix hanging around her neck. "Before we get started, I'm going to fill you in on a few things. Anything you say in here is strictly confidential, the only exceptions being if something you tell me leads me to believe that you or someone else is in imminent danger, in which case I have to report it. Other than that, though, nothing leaves this room."
Leaning back in her chair, she curled her hands in her lap lightly. "We aren't here to force anything out of you. If you don't want to tell me something, it's your business. I'm here as a resource for you, not your teachers." With that out of the way, she opened an inviting hand toward him. "Now, is there anything you'd care to ask me, or should we start with the reason you were referred here?"
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