Faith to Believe Lies that We Need [open]

[Rigby "Echo" O'Gready]

Between working as a counselor at Northvale and consulting for the enforcer's, Echo had kept quite busy lately. Especially now that they're was a murder case in the mix, she doubted that things would let up anytime soon. Not that she minded-on the contrary, she was glad for the work and the chance at penance. A case involving a possible execution hit a bit close to home, she had to admit. But, aside from that, the work was fulfilling and it kept her easily sullen mind occupied.

This would be a normal day, assuming she didn't get a call from the compound. A chance to just relax in her office and pray for a few minutes while she waited for a student to come in. Echo liked to center herself before helping someone. She had a ritual she kept to: put thetea on, light a sstick of incense, sit in her armchair with her rosary beads and murmur hail Marys until she heard the creak of the office door.

That day she glanced about the walls of her office between prayers. It had taken a little while to get it the way she wanted it, bit out now had a bright, positive air about it. Posters littered the walls, proclaiming messages like "Don't give up" and "the future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams." A small crucifix hung just over the door, unobtrusive, she hoped. Most supernatural beings didn't follow human religions. She herself was uncertain about the actual plausibility of one great God, but her time in the convent had taught her to channel her mental articles into Catholicism's rituals, and she climbs it rather comforting.

[jayce adina jett]

Everyone tells you that when you wake from a nightmare that it is 'only a dream'. For Jayce, the night terrors that gripped her were not dreams. They were memories. She was lying in the forest on the cold, mossy floor. In her wolf form, like she was every night. The wolf shook. Ebony fur standing up on end. Her legs kicked as she lied on her side, her ears twitching constantly. This nightmare, this memory was tormenting the young wolf. Her teeth suddenly bared. Snapping together. Biting at the air. Trying to clasp around something that wasn't there.

Her hackles raised as she looked into the crazed eyes of her mother. It wasn't long before the older she-wolf lunged. Jayce met the attack. The dream was always a blur. Up until the moment when she heard the yelp. It tore through the wolf's mind. Every fibre of her body. It was a sound that made time stop. At least tp Jayce. Her dream no longer a blur. Everything was crystal clear. Then she saw his human form. Theron. The brother she hadn't been able to save. Even how many times he'd saved her. She never returned the favour. Blood poured from the wounds on his neck. The young wolf watched. Unable to do anything as the life slowly left her brother's eyes.

Jayce woke with a start. Her blue eyes opened and the wolf quickly jumped up. Her whole body shook. For months these nightmares had plagued her. A result of the guilt, pain and grief that filled her heart. Beginning to walk back to the academy, her head hung low. Her tail was between her legs. She couldn't live with these nightmares. They were destroying the young wolf.

Shifting back into her human form as she reached the forest, Jayce looked around. There weren't many students out yet. Then again, it was still the morning. They might be getting ready for class. How she envied those with a half-way normal life. She knew this place was dubbed 'dramavale' - what with students dating their teachers and there always being some kind of scandal. But at least they had someone to talk to. Friends. Lovers. People Jayce didn't have. People she didn't want.

But she had to talk to someone. A person that could help her. But who? She didn't have many friends. And what if they told another? Jayce did not want sympathy from the entire school. She just wanted to stay hidden. To get through her years of school without adding to the drama of this place. So who was there? A person she could trust to not tell her secrets and someone who could help her? Her mind gave her the answer. The school therapist.

Of course, the wolf's small sense of pride made her want to ignore this realization. But then she remembered how she felt every morning. The empty feeling in her heart. Swallowing her pride, she began to walk toward the school building. If the school therapist (her name had totally slipped Jayce's mind) had a chance of being able to help her then she would go. She owed it to herself. To try and stop the nightmares. She knew that she wouldn't stop the pain. How could she? Her brother had died and that was not something one forgot easily. But, maybe, just maybe, the therapist would be able to stop the nightmares.

It didn't take the girl long before she had entered the school and started hunting for the staff offices. More specifically, the office of the school therapist. She passed name upon name. Some she recognized, some her teachers, but others were quite foreign to her. That was the thing when you hid from the rest of the world. You go through school and only really learn the names of a handful of people. Finally, her eyes landed on the correct office. It was not the name on the door that had helped Jayce but instead the plaque that read 'school therapist'.

Taking a few steps forward, she knocked tentatively on the wood before turning the handle and pushing it open. The room had a nice aura to it. Light, positive. It calmed Jayce ever so slightly but not enough to get rid of her nerves. What was the name of the woman again? Her eyes looked up at the door. Ah. "Miss O'Gready? I w-was wondering if y-you could p-possibly h-help me" she asked softly, still hovering by the door.

Outfit: Clicky!
Tagged: Echo!
Notes: Sorry, I rambled
Lyrics: All Fall Down by OneRepublic
Credit: Chloe!

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[Rigby "Echo" O'Gready]

Echo was in the midst of prayer, her head bowed, hands clutched around her small rosary as she whispered softly, "Holy Mary, mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death. Amen." Slowly, she lifted her head and looked up at the girl who had just come in, a warm smile spreading across her features. Tucking the rosary into the pocket of her skirt, she rose to her feet and motioned the girl inside.

"I hope I can," she agreed. "Please, shut the door behind you, if you will, and have a seat. Can I get you some tea? The water's already boiled." Her voice was soft, hardly above a murmur but perfectly audible in the tranquil silence of her office. The only sound she had to contend with was the faint hiss of the kettle. Echo removed it from the hotplate and poured the water into the teapot, a pouch of tea already slung over its top lip. "It's chamomile, soothes the nerves. Tastes quite lovely, too, I think."

As she puttered about the counter, placing saucers and cups and the sugar bowl on a tray, Echo looked the girl over out of the corner of her eye. She was a timid thing, certainly. Many of the ones who came in here were. And she looked on-edge. The councilor had a good memory for faces, and she was sure she'd never actually spoken to this child before. And Echo knew she hadn't been referred by a staff member, because she received paper notifications of those (or, occasionally, some highly impractical magical memos from the sorcerer staff). That made this a cold call, a somewhat unusual occurrence. Whatever was troubling this child, Echo was sure it weighed on her quite heavily if it sent her to seek help from a stranger.

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Outfit

[/b] – Clicky~
Notes[/b] – ---[/i]
Tagged[/b] – Jayce![/i]
Song[/b] – O Death - old slave song[/i]
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