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busemox2013-03-03 12:13 am
ishotyouuu) wrote in busemox2013-03-03 12:13 am
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[It's strange that wearing something other than his spandex ensemble would make him feel more naked in public, but there it was. Wade always was a master of contradictions. Even with the image enhancer in place, which gives him the appearance of what he'd looked like years before the cancer, the absence of cloth covering his face is enough to make him feel a little uncomfortable. But this place has recently opened, and he supposes they're not exactly used to costumed superheroes traipsing right on through. Not yet, anyway. Give it a few weeks.
As he sits there, alone in an unfamiliar Indian restaurant after waving away the waitress for the second time, he once again entertains the notion that he's been stood up. It wouldn't be the first time it's happened to him, and it's not as if he was prepared to make a big deal out of today anyway. After all, he's had tons of birthdays come and go without incident in his lifetime. What's one more?
Still, something causes him to keep glancing over at the entrance, waiting for a familiar face to come walking through. There must be some reason he keeps waiting, some reason he keeps holding back from eating a solo dinner and leaving to resume the festivities in the solitude of his apartment. It may seem pathetic and more than a little schmaltzy, but this is the first time Wade's ever had a chance to share this day with someone else in quite a long time.
He supposes that's worth waiting for, even for just another five minutes.]
As he sits there, alone in an unfamiliar Indian restaurant after waving away the waitress for the second time, he once again entertains the notion that he's been stood up. It wouldn't be the first time it's happened to him, and it's not as if he was prepared to make a big deal out of today anyway. After all, he's had tons of birthdays come and go without incident in his lifetime. What's one more?
Still, something causes him to keep glancing over at the entrance, waiting for a familiar face to come walking through. There must be some reason he keeps waiting, some reason he keeps holding back from eating a solo dinner and leaving to resume the festivities in the solitude of his apartment. It may seem pathetic and more than a little schmaltzy, but this is the first time Wade's ever had a chance to share this day with someone else in quite a long time.
He supposes that's worth waiting for, even for just another five minutes.]
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[His point made, he leans back in his chair with a sigh, closing his eyes as if searching his memory for a good story. Eventually he opens his eyes and leans forward, steepling his hands together and resting them on the table.]
Here's a good one. A while back, I got a call about a potential job from this cute couple. It was concerning their daughter, Jennifer-- they sent me pictures of her and everything. She was beautiful, and not in that fake supermodel way, either. She had a nice, familiar "girl next door" quality to her. She was only sixteen, but you could tell she would've been a total knockout a few years down the line.
Anyway, Jen had some issues. Her parents didn't really get into what kind-- that wasn't important. What was important was the therapist she was seeing. Guy liked to get his kicks by getting his patients to give him their full and total trust and then take advantage of them. Physically, in the case of his female patients.
He never got caught. Most of his victims were either too messed up or too scared to really do anything against him. Pretty sure some of them actually went along with it after a while. Like this was how it was supposed to be. And people wonder why I don't trust shrinks. [A harsh, sardonic laugh.]