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PostSubject: Group Therapy [CALLING ALL 1st AND 2nd WARDERS]   Thu Dec 22, 2011 5:50 pm

((Babby's idea, but I can't help myself--EVERYONE'S INVITED TO GROUP THERAPY))

Itakshir had never met a group of people he liked more. Then again, he'd met very few people that he didn't like, in his lifetime. He still wasn't sure why he was here, but it was exponentially nicer than home. The weather was better, he had a sturdy concrete roof over his head, he didn't have to worry about having enough money, and there were all these interesting people around.
He didn't know why he was here--they told him he had some...thing. It was a big word, and he didn't know what it meant. They made it sound like something was wrong with him, but he didn't think so; he felt fine. Normal. Better than normal, really, because he liked this place so much.

He didn't like that they'd taken his headband away, though. They said he could get strangled by it, to which he laughed, because for all the hundreds of years he could remember, he'd never seen anybody get strangled by a headband. Apparently they didn't take his word on it, though. They were awfully cautious, here.

Brushing the coarse black bangs out of his face for the umpteenth time that day, he grinned broadly (not many smiled here, but he flashed his teeth practically all the time) at the people sitting in a circle around him.

There was the girl, Darya, who wore a dark green scarf around her head all the time (he wondered what was under it, but she'd looked offended when he asked once). She'd 'checked out', and was responding to questions like an automaton, or not at all. The person sitting next to her was trying to nudge her out of it.

And close by was the man with the funny-looking glasses who used a lot of big words, and was constantly sneaking glances at the Indonesian girl to see if she noticed him. He was supposed to be someone important.

Another important person was Pyotr Petrovich, whom Itakshir knew and was secretly terrified of (or not-so-secretly; he always did what the Russian capital and former capital told him to do)--sometimes he wondered if he was actually not human, but some kind of animated ice sculpture. He was seated next to the thin girl with the beautiful face, whom he was muttering things to, inbetween thumbing pages of his book.

Tearing his attention away from them, he glanced around once more. The blonde girl that spoke English with a heavy Ukrainian accent wasn't here--probably in seclusion again. Maybe it was for the better; all she ever did was cry when there were a lot of people around.

The therapist (who always seemed overwhelmed by the sheer number of people she had to work with) noticed him radiating cheerfulness and decided to start with him. "You look happy today, Itakshir. Do you want to share anything with us?"

"Huh?" Came the answer, with a look of good-natured confusion, "I don't think so, I'm just happy. I can tell a story, though, if you want me to?"

"They misdiagnosed him," Piter snarked quietly, though not so quietly that no one could hear, "He's not manic, just mentally retarded."

"Piter, we don't say things like that," the therapist immediately admonished, though it was obvious that the Ainu didn't even know what it meant. "Why don't you apologize? People have feelings, and you need to not hurt them."

"I'm sorry that people have feelings," the sociopath droned sardonically, "Next time, I'll be certain to ask if they have any before proceeding to hurt them."

Sighing, the therapist moved on, "Does anyone have anything they do want to share?"
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PostSubject: Re: Group Therapy [CALLING ALL 1st AND 2nd WARDERS]   Thu Dec 22, 2011 8:49 pm

Franze would have raised her hand... Except she was no longer allowed to.  She'd used it to say she was fat, and have everyone say she wasn't.  Those glorious days were over.  Instead she just crossed her legs and waited for people with the real problems to start talking. 

Apparently the Indonesian girl had one-- she raised her hand straight away.  What was she going to say? She didn't even know how to speak English.  

Citra had seen him staring.  Everywhere.  She didn't even feel safe in her own (communal) room.  She thought she was done with all that, but now that they were in the same building... She didn't feel as safe as she used to, and that said so much, considering where she was from.  Raising her hand quietly, wishing she could look at him or even name him, to make herself clearer (that had backfired, the first time), she attempted, "I don't... Do well around... Some people.  And I think--"

She was cut off, clearly not understood.  "It's hard to talk to people when you don't know the language, isn't it?  Do you want someone to escort you around to help you?" She apparently didn't see the fervent head shaking. "Which one of you would like to help her around? Make a friend?" Afraid to say no, she just hung her head and sighed almost audibly.  

"Has anyone seen Vesna?" It was a common enough thing said.  But as always, hardly anyone had noticed enough of a difference in her behavior to know where she was going.  Good thing the doors were guarded.



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PostSubject: Re: Group Therapy [CALLING ALL 1st AND 2nd WARDERS]   Thu Dec 22, 2011 10:37 pm

Anthony scowled to himself, legs crossed and arms folded tightly across his chest. It used to be that in these situations he’d grab himself a newspaper so he could pretend he was reading it and avoiding looking at them—but apparently he wasn’t allowed those anymore. Or his phone—teting would also have been a good way to avoid talking. Though in all honesty, he was half annoyed because he’d lost his usual chair on the end to that blonde Russian girl... Or was she Belarusian or something like that? H didn’t know. At least she wasn’t trying to make conversation and was scowling at something on the floor whilst biting her nails. Not that he had a clue why and decided to leave her to it.

He took the chance while everyone else was talking to examine the other people in the room, watching the Venetian giggle to himself after the Russians comment—Wait, he’d head that they were both stuck in here? So where was the other one? He scowled deeper to himself, shifting unhappily in his seat, looking almost as displeased at the second Italian that had ended up sitting next to his former rival, the Venetian. The Genoese man muttering various threats to the other as he stretched his arms out and rested one on the back of his chair and the other on the back of the chair on his other side.

He rolled his eyes boredly, losing interest in them for the moment at noticing the Swede next to him fiddling with the collar of his dress shirt, obviously unhappy that he’d had his tie taken from him. At least for the moment that was more interesting in what was going on in the room. It was pretty obvious who was planning on raising their hand first to be the woman’s ‘friend.’ He almost pitied her.

Almost.

He wasn’t sure what was worse, really. The guy with the glasses or the over eager look on the Venetian’s face as he looked over at the man they both suspected was going to offer.
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PostSubject: Re: Group Therapy [CALLING ALL 1st AND 2nd WARDERS]   Thu Dec 22, 2011 11:41 pm

Niels was tempted. Sorely tempted. But he hesitated--much like the nearby Swede, his fingers also strayed to his collar. Adjusting his tie had been his nervous tic, and now that it was gone, there was nothing for it but to fidget uncomfortably. He didn't enjoy being here (being in a non-working environment unsettled him), but he couldn't very well fight the law. The one benefit was that he could be near his fiancée.

Or, at least, he honestly believed they were engaged.

Had she ever even noticed him, before? She probably knew his brother(s)--even though Niels had been the one in charge of their affairs concerning the colonies, he hadn't actually visited them quite as often. When he did, he discovered that he was madly in love. With a girl he'd never even spoken directly to.

But she must have at least known who he was, and he knew she was in love with him, too. (The revolt against his rule meant nothing. Even though he mourned the loss like someone had actually died--earning his nickname as her "widow".) It was a forbidden relationship, wasn't it? That's why she pretended not to know anything.

And that was why he hesitated. Besides, what if she wanted a female for this type of thing? Maybe it was inappropriate... But then what if another male offered? He had to beat them to the punch--

And just as he opened his mouth to say something, the Muslim girl raised her hand.

A sudden exploding sound had burst in Darya's ears, jolting her out of her detached state. After looking around, she confirmed that she had again, indeed, been the only one who'd heard it. It was all only in her mind. She also noticed that her hand was raised. Why was it raised? She'd been experiencing the conversation as though she were floating above her body, and not actually connected to it. It had acted on it's own.

"I'll do it," she said firmly, in her well-trained Oxford accent (maybe her education had been a little unorthodox, but she was quite proud of her English). The only problem was, she didn't know exactly what she'd volunteered for--and why was that fellow with the glasses giving her such a crestfallen look?

Thankfully, the therapist came to her rescue, "There we are, Citra, Darya can help you out. While you're back 'with' us, Darya, is there anything you'd like to share?"

The Iranian lowered her hand and sat up straighter, cheeks flushed, and clearly affronted, "I can't imagine why I would. I feel perfectly normal." She didn't, of course, but she wasn't about to say so. To do that would be showing weakness. There were a few titters around the circle (which the therapist attempted to put down, without much luck); it was obvious she was some kind of space case, and just too proud to admit it.
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PostSubject: Re: Group Therapy [CALLING ALL 1st AND 2nd WARDERS]   Fri Dec 23, 2011 12:23 am

While the law man was quietly planning their shared life together, the Indonesian woman had been telling her bunkmates she'd been raped.  It wasn't the truth.  But people had to know, anyways.  It was a defensive measure, brought on by past memories and grudges that were difficult to let go.  So she needed an excuse for why.  To most women in her ward, (and considering how small she was it wasn't hard to believe) Niels was a psychotic stalker (he was mostly just a regular stalker-- for all she knew, anyways) who had preyed on her and yet still wouldn't let her be.  

Rapist or not, she was glad someone else stepped up to provide the companionship she'd never asked for.  "...Thank you..." She uttered just as quietly.  They would probably get along fine.

Franze almost snorted (too crass). "You probably do feel fine, you're surrounded by people just as mad as you.  You realize all of you are a bunch of defects?  Talking isn't going to fix you, you'll be in here for the rest of your lives." Said the woman who had a breakdown for every inch added on her waist-- was it acting or real distress? She didn't know for sure.
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PostSubject: Re: Group Therapy [CALLING ALL 1st AND 2nd WARDERS]   Fri Dec 23, 2011 1:03 am

Anthony was a little shocked when the Iranian woman, as well as being a little surprised by her accent, having not expected that at all. It seemed like he really couldn’t get out of the habit of making assumptions like that. Oh well. It wasn’t something that bothered him that much, generally he wasn’t one to start conversations anyway.

The Venetian, however, wasn’t going to take the man’s inadequacy quite so quietly. He shifted in his seat to face him, mouth open and ready to ask him why he’d waited for so long and missed his opportunity—Possibly his only opportunity to get close to the woman. It had given him some kind of second hand embarrassment for some person he’d only just met. Well, at least he was going to. Until the Austrian had chipped in with her two cents.

“You realize all of you are a bunch of defects?”

“Of course you would think that~” He smiled, looking over at her without missing a beat. He was talking pretty loudly, though it wasn’t clear if it was intentional or not as he shifted to lean on his elbow on the other Italian’s chair, only making him look even more annoyed with him. But he wasn’t going to take such a comment laying down, “If anyone here is a ‘defect’, it’s you. Why else would you have such a poor marital history and a waist like a matchstick? Calling everyone else defects like that either implies that you don’t want to feel like an outcast by being the only one with a ‘true problem’ or that you just want to make yourself seem better than the rest of us by being sane? Unless it’s something else, then I’m all ears~”

The therapist looked about ready to step in at that point, only to be cut off by the older Italian knocking his elbow off his chair and causing the Venetian to nearly fall on top of the other.

“Knock it off, Pantalone,” He snapped, grinding his teeth at the younger man as he sat back in his chair and switched to speaking Italian.

“Fermare quello che~?” He asked, smiling once again at him.

“Tu sai quello che stai facendo. Se non la smetti mi rompere la mascella,” He hissed, holding onto his own jaw for emphasis. He hadn’t planned to speak back to him in Italian, but really it was the only way he’d get to threaten him without getting sent to the 3rd ward... Assuming that the therapist couldn’t speak Italian. The thought made him send a sheepish glance over at her, clearing his throat.

“Rude, Geno—Giuiliano,” Zorzi just laughed, fixing up a couple of wrinkles in his shirt, as if nothing had happened, “Do continue, everyone~”
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PostSubject: Re: Group Therapy [CALLING ALL 1st AND 2nd WARDERS]   Fri Dec 23, 2011 1:41 am

Niels, without a doubt, would have been positively horrified if he had any idea he was being accused of rape. Obsessive (and delusional) love aside, he was an international symbol of peace and justice. He couldn't very well be suspected of something so vile and criminal. As it was, he was oblivious to the rumors--and for the moment, he merely shrunk back in his chair, defeated yet again in the social world.

Darya, meanwhile, was struggling not to allow herself to slip back into an out-of-body state. It was all too tempting in negative situations, but she couldn't let someone get away with attacking her ego.

Following the minor argument in Italian, she added, tone stiff and biting, "Maybe unlike us, you'll get out of here someday, but you'll be locked up in that body forever. You'll die staring into a mirror and fretting--because you'll never be quite beautiful enough." Everyone (or at least, the women) all knew what the vain Austrian heiress spent her time doing in her room, when she wasn't drawing the spotlight to herself.

At that moment, though, Itakshir spoke up, honestly bewildered, "But she is beautiful." He gestured at her, blinking in confusion, "Look at her face." He was one of the few in the circle who wasn't looking at her with some kind of resentment.

Piter, unlike Franze, had no qualms against snorting, and did so pointedly. Without looking up from his book, he stated, "Let's refrain from bickering now, there's no need to upset the feeble-minded amongst us." There was no misunderstanding, that time; the Ainu shut up, clearly hurt. "And Franze, my dear, you really shouldn't be so all-inclusive in your speech," he turned a page, "Far from being 'defective', some of us find our so-called disabilities to be advantageous."

For a microsecond, his eyes flickered up from his book and at the Italian--the other sociopath (or so the records said, when he'd invited himself to have a look at them). It was unclear what he was thinking, but it was assumable that he assumed that the other man felt similarly. Piter wanted to test him: to see if, in a person just as cold as himself, would he find a powerful ally or a powerful rival?
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PostSubject: Re: Group Therapy [CALLING ALL 1st AND 2nd WARDERS]   Fri Dec 23, 2011 2:32 pm

She almost laughed at the accusations.  Maybe deep down, they resonated with her, but she wasn't about to let that happen.  

"You think the fact I've been divorced makes me broken?" It did, to her.  Blame someone else.  "That's not a problem of mine, there's two people to a marriage, remember." It wasn't all on her.  At least she wanted people to think so.  

Pretty soon, all of them seemed to want their chance to take a shot at her.  Except this one hurt even more than the last. "Is that what you think?  Unlike you, I know I can improve.  You're the one stuck in that charred up body.  Forever." She would have been fine, dodging more bullets.  It was the truth, but being able to refuse it made it all the more easy to lie to herself.  But then the happy one spoke up.  And he wasn't joking, she doubted he knew how to use sarcasm.  But she didn't want to believe it that easily.  Immediately sobered by the remark, she was quiet for a moment, searching his face for something that would indicate a lie.  There wasn't.  

Startled back by Piter's words, pushed him slightly on her way to her feet.  "I don't need this... I can't do this today." 
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PostSubject: Re: Group Therapy [CALLING ALL 1st AND 2nd WARDERS]   Fri Dec 23, 2011 3:12 pm

“True, there are two people in a marriage. But you can only use that excuse once, if you’ve yet to be in a successful marriage you must be the problem,” The Venetian shrugged, smiling at her and glancing over at the man next to him, met with a glare. “I am only stating facts.”

He looked over at the middle eastern woman as she spoke, a very brief smirk on his face. He had to admit that that was a good one; even giving her a very brief quiet clap and deciding to stay on that tangent. It seemed to be hurting her more than his original point and he was sure that no one in the room would object to the attack on her being continued. Except maybe Genoa, but he was always looking for a reason to shout at him.

There was actually a look of surprise on his face as the dark haired man spoke up. Not that he couldn’t use the remark to make it worse.

“I’m looking at her face. I’ll admit, I have seen uglier people...” He paused, glancing at her before turning his attention to him, “But her problem is that she is. How do I put this—‘Ugly on the inside’. You can’t fix that.” He gave her a brief, very cold glance to let her know just how serious he was being with that remark before just smiling again as the Russian spoke.

He narrowly missed the look from him, brows furrowing slightly. Had that been aimed at him? Well, the supposed ‘finding his disability advantageous’, anyway. It felt like it had... Wait, why was he bothered by holding his tongue about it? He’d already proven himself more than a little outspoken by this point; a few more comments wouldn’t look out of place.

“’Disability’? I wouldn’t call it that..” He raised a hand to his chin, rubbing it a bit in leaning back in his chair. Were they supposedly in here for the same thing, then? A slight smirk grew on his face again as he continued, “Calling it that would imply that there’s something wrong with being able to do what is necessary to succeed. I, personally, don’t seen anything wrong with that. If some people want to be sensitive about it, that’s there problem~”
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PostSubject: Re: Group Therapy [CALLING ALL 1st AND 2nd WARDERS]   Fri Dec 23, 2011 4:50 pm

"Oh, don't act like the victim..." The Transylvanian finally peeped up after successfully chewing an especially painful hangnail from her bloodied thumb. She swept her long, brown hair behind her shoulder before continuing, staring up at the frustrated Austrian with empty eyes.

"You're the one who.. opened their mouth first."

Crina quieted back down as the Venetian began to speak, now mindlessly biting on her pinky. She didn't like him or the way he analyzed others because if he watched them then he definitely watched her. She firmly believed the man did (when he did not), she was certain of it. She just hadn't caught him yet....

The older woman next to her, another Romanian, looked visibly annoyed, which was surprising considering she was only ever seen sulking or crying. Nicoleta's eyes flashed between the Russian and the Italian before she spoke, bitterly.

"They aren't defects or disabilities, they're mistakes! Some of us shouldn't be here in this God-forsaken place... They take something like sadness and make it out to be some sort of mental illness!"


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PostSubject: Re: Group Therapy [CALLING ALL 1st AND 2nd WARDERS]   Fri Dec 23, 2011 7:23 pm

The therapist seemed to be losing her patience, "Franze, please sit down, we're not done yet. Darya--" Darya had slipped back into a dreamlike state. Nevermind. "Piter, Zorzi, that's enough, from both of you. We're not here to hurt each other, we're here to help." The Russian rolled his eyes, before shooting another glance and the slightest of smirks at the Venetian.

"Nobody here is 'defective'," the therapist went on, making herself very clear, "But there is a reason why you're here; it's no different from going to the doctor when your body is hurt." She turned to Nicoleta, hopefully, "Why don't you share with us why you're sad? It might make you feel better--"

"I'd be sad, too, if I lived in Romania," Piter muttered; he just couldn't keep his mouth shut.

"As though you're running a Utopia," Niels couldn't help but butting in, adjusting his glasses with disapproval, "Did you get bored with the mafia, or are you still the 'criminal capital'?" The international city of peace and justice had little tolerance for law-breakers, especially when they took their trouble to other countries. Or in Piter's case, other countries' banks.

"I don't know what you mean," the Russian lied, raising an eyebrow, though amused all the same, "I oversee an art museum, sir, please don't question my flawless integrity. All I stated was a legitimate reason to be extremely sad."

The therapist looked like she was deeply regretting not pursuing a different profession.
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PostSubject: Re: Group Therapy [CALLING ALL 1st AND 2nd WARDERS]   Sat Dec 24, 2011 1:20 am

"She's sad because she had too many kids and is asking us to help pay for them all." She muttered, reclaiming her seat, glad to have attention she didn't agree with off of her.  Most of the time, she liked the resentment better.  Though she still caught glances at the indigenous(?) man once in a while-- to see if he was still serious.  "One should be here in this group, but isn't, because he can't even stand up on his own anymore without enough cocaine." And heroin, and whatever else kind of pill he could get his hands on.  That's why they tied them down.  Quietly, though, she added (because she had lost a child before, as well), "But she has to be a good mother, to be sad."

Before she was the target, yet now, she was rushing to defend people.  Rounding on Niels, she gave him an icy stare.  "Don't talk to him.  Not ever.  You think you can just bang a gavel and people are going to listen to you?" He had almost no charisma, separated from his judge's pedestal, was physically weak, and couldn't even win over one woman.  "No one cares what you have to say, here.  Not even a woman who can't understand half of it." 
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PostSubject: Re: Group Therapy [CALLING ALL 1st AND 2nd WARDERS]   Sat Dec 24, 2011 9:22 am

Zorzi just sighed at being told off by the therapist. It didn’t faze him, and he wasn’t going to hold back next time another opportunity arose, so he just smiled at her leaning back in his seat and brushing his hair behind his ears and holding back a comment about how he was ‘only stating facts’. He glanced over at the Russian, catching the look this time and returning it with a very brief, smug grin. Oh—was this how you made friends? He laughed lightly to himself, continuing to look pleased with himself as it was explained how they were all in dire need of a head doctor for their non-existent mental illnesses... He glanced over at the Austrian again.

Well. Most of their non-existent mental illnesses.

He couldn’t help but scowl at the mention of the mafia though. He’d barely had to deal with them himself, since it was generally a problem the southerners had, not him. But he’d never really liked the sound of it. He raised an eyebrow questioningly at him, not expecting any sort of spoken answer; not yet, anyway. He’d have to find him later on and talk to him.

The Englishman just rolled his eyes at all of the bickering in the room, finally speaking up for the first time since he’d been there—it may even have been one of the first times he’d spoken since he’d arrived, let alone in this situation.

“What is the point in all this, really? If it’s really meant to help us, I don’t see how us bickering amongst ourselves is going to help anyone get over whatever condition you’ve saddled each of us with. If anything, it’ll make it worse,” he sneered, finally uncrossing his arms and looking through his pockets for cigarettes that, of course, weren’t there and muttering to himself briefly before continuing, “And this has happened every time. Every time. I would have thought you people would have realised what a terrible idea this is. If you’re that adamant about giving us group sessions, I’d suggest smaller groups with people that won’t start arguments at every given opportunity.” He paused for a moment to refold his arms over his chest with a huff, “or at least take them out of the group. I’m sure they won’t mind too much.”
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PostSubject: Re: Group Therapy [CALLING ALL 1st AND 2nd WARDERS]   Sat Dec 24, 2011 2:20 pm

Of course she'd be targeted for opening her mouth. Nicoleta gave the Russian a nasty glare and began to give her retort but the Austrian, of course, cut her off with a rather sensitive subject.

"Du-te dracului." The Romanian spat at Franze venomously. "It was the Soviets that had corrupted him, putting ideas in his head... If they had just left him alone.....Then...Then he wouldn't be such a mess!" In her mind it was all their fault. Nevermind that she agreed to an ultimatum that would pull the two apart. No. They had bullied her into agreeing so they could ruin him. If he had just stayed with her he would be perfectly fine...Or so she believed. Nicoleta fell back in her chair blushing angrily, fighting back frustrated tears. Nobody seemed to understand that.

"It's for their own amusement..." Crina chimed in quietly after the Englishman as she pressed the creases from her clothes. "What else there to do here....besides putting people who hate each other in the same room...?" She tilted her head thoughtfully. "I wouldn't mind leaving."

"Me either." Added the older woman, brushing a stray tear from her flushed cheek. Her expression seemed to soften as her eyes fell on the therapist. But not much.
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PostSubject: Re: Group Therapy [CALLING ALL 1st AND 2nd WARDERS]   Sat Dec 24, 2011 4:28 pm

The Dutchman's face turned slightly red at the mention of his half-bilingual love interest, but he nevertheless snapped back at the Austrian, "Are you defending him to cover up the fact that he uses stolen money to buy shares in Austrian companies, or because you don't realize--"

"There is nothing to 'cover up', thank you," Piter quickly interrupted, finally closing his book, eyebrows narrowed, "I realize you aren't accustomed to interacting with people who aren't on trial, but I can assure you that this isn't the case of Van den Haag vs Romanov--excuse me, Petrov." The people who ran the hospital made him change his name. They insisted he wasn't really a Romanov, that it was all in his head.

He finally shut up, though, when Black spoke out. It was such a rare occasion, it seemed a shame to interrupt. With a fake sigh, he protested, "I would mind being kicked out very much, actually. Though I do agree with the idea of smaller groups." It would give him a chance to further investigate into the nature of his Italian counterpart.

"Same here," Niels tapped his knee impatiently, "I'm sorry, but I don't want in 'group' anything with a criminal." He shot a frown at Piter, who seemed to take it with a great deal of unexpressed amusement.

"Alright," the therapist gave up, "Break off into groups of three to five people. Anybody who's caught arguing or saying nasty things will be disciplined." There was a note of deadly seriousness in the threat. Therapists weren't supposed to administer punishment as much as the guards and the orderlies, but it wasn't unheard of, in this place.

As soon as the chairs started moving, Darya got up and drifted mechanically towards Citra and the other women, still clearly out of it. Niels looked like he was debating whether or not to do the same. Losing his nerve, he gravitated instead towards his brother; the only one here he knew on a personal level. Not that it made any difference, since he didn't intend to open up about his 'feelings' with anyone here. Maybe they could discuss international affairs or something, instead.

Itakshir made a beeline for the Austrian girl. If she joined with someone else, they might gang up on her again--he had strong feelings about people who got ostracized. That man who reminded him of Piter said she was ugly on the inside, but he didn't believe it. He was blind to the bad in people. "Join my group," he offered, kindly, with a reassuring smile.
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PostSubject: Re: Group Therapy [CALLING ALL 1st AND 2nd WARDERS]   Sun Dec 25, 2011 12:56 am

"Yes, I do realize," Franze responded, just as bitingly. "So for once mind your own goddamn business." Did he not remember that he could be as terrible as them, before he was named judge and juror?  

She was about to follow Piter, but, hearing a voice from behind her that wasn't calling her a name, turned.  Did she want to join his group? "It doesn't... Look like you have a group." She smiled slightly, an involuntary reaction to such a dose of silent kindness.  What else could she say? "But....okay." Maybe he just didn't know anyone.  She smiled a bit wider-- perhaps he figured her as the person to know to be important.  She couldn't say she wasn't flattered.  But it seemed too clever for his mental repertoire.  

Citra was beginning to think she was the one who was supposed to guide, not Darya.  She didn't even look like she knew where she was going.  Taking her hand lightly, she showed her to a seat, wondering if she should save something in front of her face.  She looked almost... Dead.  "Do you... Are-- are you feeling okay...?"

Beginning to think his brother actually here for a reason, Broos barely concealed rolling his eyes when he approached.  "You either stay away from her or you actually talk to her, being in between is no good." He advised.  "You're terrible at stalking." Not that he knew so much about women.  The female persuasion wasn't too keen on his nub of a leg.  It was too bad they'd taken away his prosthetic.

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PostSubject: Re: Group Therapy [CALLING ALL 1st AND 2nd WARDERS]   Sun Dec 25, 2011 7:58 am

He just muttered in response to the Russian, convinced the only reason he’d have cared was because it would prevent him from getting the higher ground on everyone else. Otherwise he looked a little surprised that they were actually going to split into smaller groups, briefly happy with himself before feeling a weight shift and land heavily in the chair beside him. He only scowled at feeling the arm snake around his chair—Wait, he hadn’t even notice the Swede move, let alone seen the Venetian make his way over to him. Though the woman on his other side had shown no indications of moving, but at least she hadn’t spoken. But then Zorzi could probably speak enough for all three of them.

“What do you want?” He scowled, glancing over at him.

“Antonyyyy~ Are you not happy to catch up with your friend after all this time?” He asked, smiling innocently at the smaller man, “I was tempted to join Nicoleta, but I thought you would appreciate my company more—maybe you should have gone with her, then gotten one of the Dutch men to join you!”

“Ha ha. Very funny, look, I’m crying that’s how funny it is. And it’s An-Thony,” he muttered, “And I don’t know if I consider you my friend. I don’t think friends encourage each other’s kings to get the divorce he wants to he can marry the daughter of one of your supporters. You know,-- it’s just a hunch, so I might be painfully mistaken and I have just gone about acting in entirely the wrong manner for all of my life.”

“You knooww I have trouble pronouncing it like that. We don’t all have the ‘th’ sound, you know. And besides, if you didn’t like me then you wouldn’t have helped me out with the whole league issue,” He grinned, patting the other’s cheek only to get his hand swatted away, “Sooo, Anfony, confide your problems in me~”

“My problem is that I’ve somehow ended up in a group with an obnoxious prick,” He muttered, knowing it was pretty pointless to try and kill the conversation with him. But deciding to at least be abrasive whilst it lasted—not that that had ever worked before.

The other Italian let out a slight sigh of relief when the Venetian was gone, leaning back in his seat and deciding to wait until everyone else had finished moving to join a group or for whoever to join him. He didn’t really care who he got stuck with—So long as they weren’t Zorzi.
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PostSubject: Re: Group Therapy [CALLING ALL 1st AND 2nd WARDERS]   Sun Dec 25, 2011 10:17 am

((Because I just realized that I forgot to include Piter in the move, HERPADERP. But this actually works out better. B) ))

Seeing that Franze had been distracted by the stupid one, he decided that this left him free to find his own group. And he already knew exactly which one.

Pulling out a chair next to Gomel (of course, he knew the cities in his former empire...though not necessarily personally), he invited himself into their group. Crossing one knee over the other, he made himself comfortable, raising an eyebrow at the Englishman, "Anton, it's been too long." Unlike the Venetian, he was perfectly capable of pronouncing it right. He just chose not too. 

"My, my, this must be your lucky day: not only do you get to be in a group with Venice, but the Venice of the North, as well." Both obnoxious pricks. "I suppose it's your reward for suggesting this ingenious little idea."
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PostSubject: Re: Group Therapy [CALLING ALL 1st AND 2nd WARDERS]   Sun Jan 01, 2012 7:04 am

[[ MAY AS WELL REPLY IF NO ONE ELSE IS GOING TO-- ]]

“Not long enough,” He muttered in response to the now tallest member of his group he’d not even volunteered to be a part of joined. Maybe this wasn’t the best idea, after all. At least in the big group he could not say anything and no-one would care. Oh well. Even the Belarusian didn’t seem to be fond of the idea of little groups like this, shifting a bit in her seat as the Russian sat next to her and absentmindedly pulling her hair behind her ears without a word.

Before the Englishman could respond to the next thing said by the Russian, Zorzi cut in, grinning, “That’s one out of seven—wait,” He paused, scouring the rest of the people in the room for a second, “Two out of seven. Both you and Stockholm are here. Now I just need to find the other five!” He leant back in his chair, still leaning on the back of Anthony’s chair. There’s that weird Dutch kid that likes digging too, but whatever.”

Anthony stared at him, clearly not happy about him interrupting though not saying anything about it.

“Something wrong?” He Venetian stared, raising an eyebrow at him before finally relieving his chair of the weight and allowing him to lean back and leaning on his knees instead, once again grinning widely. “St Petersburg, Si? I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure of meeting you properly other than in passing. It’s good to finally get to talk to you like this~”
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PostSubject: Re: Group Therapy [CALLING ALL 1st AND 2nd WARDERS]   Mon Jan 02, 2012 2:58 pm

((YAY. I was afraid this thread had died--))

"Don't forget Amsterdam," the Russian noted, feigning a sigh, "Such a shame he's in third ward, now." Really, if he were going to be called anything, it probably should have been 'Amsterdam of the North', but that didn't have quite the same ring. Diederik loathed him, as it was.

He offered a hand to the Venetian, faded blue tattoos winking up at him, unabashedly.

"Please, call me Piter," he replied, nodding towards the Belarusian, "And this is Motya. But you must call her Matrona, until she says otherwise. It's impolite to call a lady by her nickname, you see, without permission." Not that he'd ever been given permission. But he had nicknames for virtually everyone.

"Now please, Anton, confide your problems in us," he invited, with a tone of deeply insincere concern, "We are ever so worried for you."


The Ainu flashed a grin at her, "I like just about everyone here." Everyone but Piter--and even then, it was more fear than dislike. "Who do you want to be in our group?" He assumed she must have had some friends, there, that weren't mean to her.

"I'm Itakshir, by the way," he introduced himself, "Just Itakshir." He didn't understand the business of last names, just secret ones.


At first, she didn't quite hear the Asian woman speaking to her, nor did she entirely sense that she was being moved to a chair. Images and sounds seemed to come and go, there and yet far away, as though they were in a dream. Concepts floated to and from her mind, some sticking and some fading away. Groups... Feeling okay...

Blinking, she faded back into reality, disoriented once again, "Yes... Sorry? What are we doing, is it over?" Everyone was getting up, moving around--but sitting back down again. Why?

"That's right, we're splitting into groups," she exclaimed, as though it was Citra who'd asked to be reminded. Standing back up again (thinking she was still sitting in the same seat as before), she patted the shorter woman on the back, reassuringly, "Citra, was it? Not to worry, Citra khanoom, we'll find some nice people to group with." When she wasn't in a daze, she could be decidedly gung-ho.


"Be quiet," Niels muttered indignantly at his brother, "It's not...'stalking'." He practically whispered the word, glancing around quickly to make sure nobody heard. As if they all didn't already know.

"Look," he was already turned back towards her; his attention couldn't be diverted for more than a minute when she was in the room, "They've only got two people in their group. Should we join them, you think?" He didn't know if he could. What if he had a nervous breakdown? His fingers fretted with a tie that was no longer there, just thinking about it. But it wasn't like he had to say anything--just sitting near her was good for a first step, right?

...Or was that too creepy?
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PostSubject: Re: Group Therapy [CALLING ALL 1st AND 2nd WARDERS]   Mon Jan 02, 2012 7:36 pm

"Yes... Well I don't think I do." It almost felt criminal to break the news to him.  "And they don't like me very much, either." 

She looked around-- there was no one she wanted to trust, if she was going to actually talk about herself.  The best bet was a perfect stranger.  Which... This man was.  Even after giving his name.  "Itakshir....." she waited for a surname.  "...what?" She supposed it didn't really matter.  Extending a hand, she smiled. "Franziska Schuetzenuer. I guess it's just going to be the both of us." 


She didn't seem okay.  But she didn't seem... Bad, either.  So she tried to pretend like there was nothing off-- maybe this person would make a good friend to have.  Gesturing to her scarf, she commented with a smile, "I'm Muslim, sometimes." Only sometimes.  When it was convenient, and she felt like it.  She had too many religions to choose from.

Broos rolled his eyes.  His brother couldn't make a decision if he wasn't at work.  And he wasn't going to budge on this girl.  So he would do it for him.   He recognized the woman next to her from his burn victim group-- she never said anything, but he recognized her.  Wheeling himself over after muttering "I don't get what you see in her", he addressed them, "Excuse me-- ladies?  We're looking for a group, and my brother and I were wondering if you both are taken already?" 
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PostSubject: Re: Group Therapy [CALLING ALL 1st AND 2nd WARDERS]   Fri Jan 06, 2012 12:06 am

He was mildly surprised, at first--a whole room full of people, and not one of them was a friend? But if he thought about it, if it were a whole room of Japanese people, none of them would be his friend, either. Through this bit of (faulty) reasoning, he decided not to question it. Instead, he smiled, accepting her hand in one of his considerably rougher ones, "Alright, Franziska--I'm happy to meet you." What a wonderfully strange name, but then, most of the names here were strange, to him. He couldn't wait to find out what some of their real, secret names were.

Directing them to two seats, he started with a few innocent questions, genuine (Did he know how to be anything else?) interest shining in his eyes, "So, where are you from? Is it nice, there? What language do you speak?" Almost as interesting as the people themselves, here, was the stories of the places they came from. Lands where the sand stretched out like oceans, places where there was no ocean, countries wealthy in a variety of animals and plants and food, where the sun shined and the weather was always warm. For someone who'd never left his tiny. lonely island way out in the icy waters of the north Pacific, it was the most exciting thing he'd ever been faced with.


She was scanning for potential groupmates when the smaller woman gestured to her scarf, "Hm?" Laughing lightly, she waved a hand, "My brother seems to think I'm only Muslim sometimes, too." She just wasn't quite as hard-nosed as the regime wanted them all to be. So what if she didn't think men and women should be so different and separated? So what if she wore makeup? It didn't mean she wasn't still a good Muslim; she covered herself in front of men, she ate halal things, she said her prayers, she paid charity and taxes... She wanted to go to Mecca, too, but being in this place was making that seem like a pilgrimage she'd have to make later. If ever.

She was about to ask what country the Asian girl came from, that also had Muslims, but a voice cut in before she got the chance. Turning to face the speaker, she was surprised to see one of her fellow burn victims. She was normally a fairly social person, but she never liked talking, in that group--or listening. It was too painful. At times like those, it was nice being able to zone out at will.

And behind him was...what she could only assume was his brother. Lahh. The Hague. Who held his hands hovering over the handles on the wheelchair, as though he had just been about to yank it back. He looked extremely uncomfortable. She smiled, pretending not to notice, "No, Mr. Van der Haven, we were just looking for a group to join, ourselves." At least she could still retain names, in her dream state. Smiling, she pulled up a chair for Citra before sitting down, adjusting her manteau so that she could cross her legs comfortably. "Khanoom, beshim, sit down," she patted the chair, blissfully unaware of what a nightmarish situation she'd likely just put her new friend in.

If Citra was horrified, though, it was nothing compared to how Niels felt. His heart pounded so hard and so anxiously, that he was overcome with a wild urge to just flee. But his knees were shaking so badly that it was likely he wouldn't even make it to the door, if he did. Forcing himself to move (he'd been frozen in place, staring, wide-eyed, at the woman who inspired so much desire and fear in him), he stiffly got a chair for himself, as well, lowering into it like he was afraid it was electrified. After initially tearing his gaze away, he didn't dare look at her again. It was all he could do to keep his composure from collapsing entirely. If this all went to hell, he would never speak to Broos again.
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PostSubject: Re: Group Therapy [CALLING ALL 1st AND 2nd WARDERS]   Fri Jan 06, 2012 1:42 am

He would be surprised how opposite it really was. A room full of Ainus and one Japanese.  Not quite, but close.  

At first she just looked at him quizzically.  How could he not know people?  How could he not know her? Not tell where she was from? Startled, she blinked with large eyes before replying, "I'm from Austria." She certainly wasn't lacking in national pride.  "It's the most beautiful place in the world... Have you been?" Probably not. She couldn't hardly even make polite conversation with this man.  "I speak German.  But a German wouldn't say so."

With slight trepidation, she ventured, "And... Where are you from...?" He wasn't familiar. At all.  That was rare.  


"At least you stay with just one." She joked--she could also be extremely welcoming, in the right circumstances.  "I'm Hindu every other day." 

She turned around too late, but just early enough to see Niels staring.  And staring.  And staring.  Why had she accepted so readily?  There were two of them, shouldn't they have agreed?  

Broos wheeled backwards again (intending to roll over Niels' foot, but was too late) to allow the women room to get in.  He wasn't sure what he would do to get his brother talking.  He wasn't sure what he would do if his brother fainted.  

"So.... Darya, is it?  Can I call you that? I'm glad to see your quietness is only limited to where it doesn't matter." It didn't help him at all to talk about how he'd lost his leg.  So he understood, somewhat, why she'd kept quiet.

Gesturing to the living statue, he introduced the man, who was undoubtedly incapable of doing it himself.  "This is my brother-- Niels.  I don't think he'll do much talking.  And of course... I know Citra-- Niels never stops talking about her--"

"I feel sick." Citra declared.  She thought she could take it, for her friend.  But she just felt like some kind of prey-- granted, she didn't know how nervous the "predator" was.  "I think I need to see the restroom." Standing, and giving a quite frightened glare at Niels, she patted Darya's shoulder. "Please don't worry, enjoy your conversation." She just needed to be somewhere where he wouldn't be able to look at her.  In fact, the women's restrooms were the only places he wasn't. 
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PostSubject: Re: Group Therapy [CALLING ALL 1st AND 2nd WARDERS]   Sun Jan 15, 2012 12:30 am

Austria? He'd never heard of it--he didn't say so, though. A few days here was all it'd taken to figure out that there were a lot of highly important places he'd never known about, but apparently should have.

"Nope," he answered with cheerful honesty, "I'd like to travel, but I don't have the money." Even if he did, it wouldn't have been prudent to spend it on vacationing, when there was so much he needed it for--that his family needed it for. "Have you been to many places? Do a lot of people speak German? Everyone speaks English, it seems--and a lot of people speak Russian. But not many know Japanese." And nobody knew Ainu Itak. The languages that he himself spoke happened to also be some of the only ones he knew about, aside from a few other dialects near the islands.

And speaking of which... "Iturup island, between Russia and Japan." A lot of people here didn't even know anything existed in that area. Which was kind of sad, but at least nobody had any preconceived notions of what he was like, based on his ethnicity. And vice-versa. It made it easy for him to get along with people.


"Yes, Darya Nankali," she introduced herself, smiling, "I'm quite talkative, really." She loved nothing more than good conversation. Just not when it was about the things she'd rather not think about, would rather temporarily leave the outside world than discuss. 

"Oh...how nice to meet you?" She almost posed it as a question to the man she was being introduced to. Was it nice? Judging by how stiffly he was sitting and how much he looked ready to pass out, it didn't seem all that nice. And they knew Citra already? Well, it looked like she was the only stranger here. But the Indonesian girl didn't exactly sound eager to get a friendly chit-chat going. Surprised when her new friend suddenly stood up, she agreed, "Alright--if you need medicine or anything, just let me know." She was quite good at demanding for and receiving things that weren't normally given. One just had to know how to pressure people the right way.

As soon as the Asian woman left, Niels burst into panicked hyperventilating, as though his breath had been pent up the entire time. Between gasps, he choked out, "I'm going to be sick--!" She hated him. She completely hated him. His mind was spinning out of control into total catastrophe mode, triggered by the simple act of her getting up and leaving when he sat next to her.

Without even bothering to explain where he was going (the clammy hand clasped over his mouth should have been a clear enough indicator), he got up and practically dashed out, as well. Locating a trashcan out some ways in the hallway, he lurched over it, fighting to keep it together. Besides being unpleasant, actually throwing up would have been horribly embarrassing. The world was spinning, and his heart pounded in his ears--he placed a hand against the wall to balance himself as he struggled to breathe.

Darya was considerably alarmed by the turn of events, "What--" She watched the older brother suddenly explode to life just before disappearing. What just happened? "Is he...going to be okay?" She asked, wondering if maybe he was always like this, or if Citra had something to do with it.
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PostSubject: Re: Group Therapy [CALLING ALL 1st AND 2nd WARDERS]   Sun Jan 15, 2012 8:43 am

The Belarusian looked like a deer caught in the headlights for a moment when she was addressed, having managed to fall asleep with her eyes open. Looking at the two new members of the group she frowned a bit, eyes falling on the former Russian capital.

“You did not ask to call me ‘Motya’,” he said bluntly, before her eyes drifted downwards to her feet, “But I do not mind what I am called. If you both want to, you can call me Motya....”

“Who can ever forget a giant like that? Alright, and you can call me Zorzi—Though I’m a little curious how you’d turn my name into a nickname,” The Venetian’s grin stretched once again as he shook the other’s hand, soft hands showing just how much physical work he actually did when it came to his maritime empire. He blinked at catching sight of the other’s tattoos, mistaking them for rings initially and turning the other’s hand so he could get a better look at them.

“Oh, these are nice tattoos,” he said with a smile. Though not seeing very much point in getting a tattoo of a right—But to each his own, he supposed.

“Where did you get them?”

Anthony just rolled his eyes at the tallest member of the group.

“Worried?” he scoffed, leaning back in his chair now that he could, “My only problem is that I’m stuck in here. I’m just waiting to see your reaction when he starts coming onto you,” he sneered, idly pointing at the Venetian with his thumb.

Coming onto him? Please, Anthony, I do not start flirting with everyone I meet,” he been planning to try flirting with the girl—Motya, but looks like that plan was now off, “And I am a Catholic---”

“No, Zorzi, that’s bollocks,” he scowled, thick brows knitting together, tone more like that of a parent scolding a child.

“Alright, alright,” he laughed, pulling at the smaller man’s cheeks, “But I won’t, Antony, I am just saying hello~"
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