The Jubilation Sessions
Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 6:24 pm
David Conrads stared across his desk at Zia, who had been there a full minute without uttering a word. Her eyes were fixed on the window behind him. She huffed quietly as she shifted position, and he started tapping the eraser of his pencil atop the desk. The noise drew her attention and she started at the pencil bobbing back and forth. She shifted her head so that she was staring over the rim of her shades.
"What?" she demanded.
He raised his eyebrows and returned, "So glad you could join me, Miss Sparks."
Her eyes rolled.
Conrads sat up and stared at Jubilation. Reading her was incredibly difficult, her mind was so guarded ...and she'd obviously known a psi or two in her time. Her ability to keep his power out of her brain was unique for a non-empath. She made no secret of the fact that she didn't want to be there, however.
"I wanted to talk about Lycia with you."
Her face contorted, her lip curling, eyebrow raised. "What about her?"
He stared at her eyes, hoping to register some emotion. But nothing, this kid was good at this. "Well.. with everything that happened, I wanted to see how you're doing."
Her eyes rolled again.
"Well if you expect me to start blubbering and simpering and whining about how she's supposedly gone..." she crossed her arms before finishing, "...forget it. I don't do that. I didn't know her well enough to have an opinion on her either way." She pauses, catching herself. "Would you people please stop talking like she's dead, already?!"
"Are you having problems coming to terms with her death, Zia?"
"Oh don't start that psychoanalyst shit with me. If.. and I do mean if... she was dead, no.. I would have no problems coming to terms with that." She stared him down with an air of arrogance.
His eyes darted down to the pencil in his hand, then back up to her. His posture straightened slightly. "What makes you believe she isn't dead?" his brow furrows as he asks.
She sucked air through her teeth. "What makes you think she is? Where is her body? Where is the evidence? Everyone is overreacting based on the word of some nutjob without seeking the truth that lies in facts. Give me a body to bury before I start saying the eulogy."
He starts to answer her, but she interrupts, "'Sides, I've been in this business a LOOOONG time, David." She draws out his name as she speaks it. "People like us... heroes, villains.. hell, superbeings... we don't die. We don't stay dead if we do die. The natural order of life doesn't apply."
He listens intently, setting the pencil down on his desk... giving her his full attention... all while trying to register something other than hostility in her emotions.
"And when she shows up again everyone'll just be beside themselves with happiness and joy and WHATever. Guess what I'll be doing? Saying 'I told you so, you jackasses.'"
She slouched back into her chair, looking at him as though she were challenging him to respond. He didn't disappoint, "Do you think so poorly of your classmates as to call them jackasses for feeling emotions for their.." he paused, mimicking her attitude slightly, "...possibly deceased friend? Emotions... Zia.. remember those?"
"Pfft. I've got emotions." she mumbled.
"Yes... animosity, criticism, cynicism, and petulance... to start."
She gave a little laugh, crossing her legs underneath her body. She started shaking her head as she spoke, "Dude, seriously. Give it a rest, you're not going to get anything out of me. People with a lot more education and training have tried and failed."
He breathed a sigh through is nose, staring at her. He felt a bit flush, slightly upset... he gave himself a moment to bring calm to the room.
"I'm getting to you, aren't I... David?" she prodded. "Making you angry, aren't I?"
He stared at her with a blank expression.
"Guess that makes me better at this than you, huh?" she mocked.
He frowned at her before speaking, "You're excused, Zia."
She smiled arrogantly, getting up in a smooth, graceful motion. Her bag was over her shoulder and she was halfway out the door when he called out to her, "I'll see you next week, Miss Sparks."
He could hear her sigh, and it made him feel better about the session ... he would definitely have to work on this girl. This was going to test his patience...
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OOC: I wanted to start this thread to continue the sessions between Conrads and Jubes. I like the idea of this completely shielded girl having her defenses pecked away by a trained professional type. I don't have an outcome in mind, so I'll just wing it as I go along. AND while I'm out of character, I'd like to thank some of you for telling Jubes to shut up! I was beginning to wonder if someone would cause I know I play her pretty crude, rude, and MEAN. She's not someone I would personally want to know in real life, but I'm having a blast playing her.
"What?" she demanded.
He raised his eyebrows and returned, "So glad you could join me, Miss Sparks."
Her eyes rolled.
Conrads sat up and stared at Jubilation. Reading her was incredibly difficult, her mind was so guarded ...and she'd obviously known a psi or two in her time. Her ability to keep his power out of her brain was unique for a non-empath. She made no secret of the fact that she didn't want to be there, however.
"I wanted to talk about Lycia with you."
Her face contorted, her lip curling, eyebrow raised. "What about her?"
He stared at her eyes, hoping to register some emotion. But nothing, this kid was good at this. "Well.. with everything that happened, I wanted to see how you're doing."
Her eyes rolled again.
"Well if you expect me to start blubbering and simpering and whining about how she's supposedly gone..." she crossed her arms before finishing, "...forget it. I don't do that. I didn't know her well enough to have an opinion on her either way." She pauses, catching herself. "Would you people please stop talking like she's dead, already?!"
"Are you having problems coming to terms with her death, Zia?"
"Oh don't start that psychoanalyst shit with me. If.. and I do mean if... she was dead, no.. I would have no problems coming to terms with that." She stared him down with an air of arrogance.
His eyes darted down to the pencil in his hand, then back up to her. His posture straightened slightly. "What makes you believe she isn't dead?" his brow furrows as he asks.
She sucked air through her teeth. "What makes you think she is? Where is her body? Where is the evidence? Everyone is overreacting based on the word of some nutjob without seeking the truth that lies in facts. Give me a body to bury before I start saying the eulogy."
He starts to answer her, but she interrupts, "'Sides, I've been in this business a LOOOONG time, David." She draws out his name as she speaks it. "People like us... heroes, villains.. hell, superbeings... we don't die. We don't stay dead if we do die. The natural order of life doesn't apply."
He listens intently, setting the pencil down on his desk... giving her his full attention... all while trying to register something other than hostility in her emotions.
"And when she shows up again everyone'll just be beside themselves with happiness and joy and WHATever. Guess what I'll be doing? Saying 'I told you so, you jackasses.'"
She slouched back into her chair, looking at him as though she were challenging him to respond. He didn't disappoint, "Do you think so poorly of your classmates as to call them jackasses for feeling emotions for their.." he paused, mimicking her attitude slightly, "...possibly deceased friend? Emotions... Zia.. remember those?"
"Pfft. I've got emotions." she mumbled.
"Yes... animosity, criticism, cynicism, and petulance... to start."
She gave a little laugh, crossing her legs underneath her body. She started shaking her head as she spoke, "Dude, seriously. Give it a rest, you're not going to get anything out of me. People with a lot more education and training have tried and failed."
He breathed a sigh through is nose, staring at her. He felt a bit flush, slightly upset... he gave himself a moment to bring calm to the room.
"I'm getting to you, aren't I... David?" she prodded. "Making you angry, aren't I?"
He stared at her with a blank expression.
"Guess that makes me better at this than you, huh?" she mocked.
He frowned at her before speaking, "You're excused, Zia."
She smiled arrogantly, getting up in a smooth, graceful motion. Her bag was over her shoulder and she was halfway out the door when he called out to her, "I'll see you next week, Miss Sparks."
He could hear her sigh, and it made him feel better about the session ... he would definitely have to work on this girl. This was going to test his patience...
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OOC: I wanted to start this thread to continue the sessions between Conrads and Jubes. I like the idea of this completely shielded girl having her defenses pecked away by a trained professional type. I don't have an outcome in mind, so I'll just wing it as I go along. AND while I'm out of character, I'd like to thank some of you for telling Jubes to shut up! I was beginning to wonder if someone would cause I know I play her pretty crude, rude, and MEAN. She's not someone I would personally want to know in real life, but I'm having a blast playing her.