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The slow simmering anger of a mother scorned
Who: Jiaying and YOU
Where: Here and there: see prompts
When: March
What: A little counseling, a little teaching, a little slice of life. There's potential for characters to secretly 'talk' to each other about things related to their past if they wanna avoid cameras.
Warnings: None that I can think of.
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School
Jiaying has taken to teaching in the local school though the subject itself is curious for a town this size. Who would have use for Mandarin? But between all the prep work that goes into teaching and her other duty as school counselor, she's kept busy. Five days a week for about half a day, she can be found in the teacher's room or the small office she can call her counseling room, usually marking papers or coming up with teaching material. Being the only Mandarin speaker in town has its downsides.
Counseling + secret notes
After school hours, she takes on regular counseling sessions by appointment. She appears to be a holder of a psychology degree but she has no memory of taking any such courses. She tries to keep her sessions casual anyway, focusing on making her clients feel comfortable. While she has an office nestled in half of the second floor of a building in Main Street with a small plaque that barely qualifies as a sign, she also pays house visits and allows visitors in her shared home with Emily Grey.
She puts on a good act of playing along with the rest of the residents of the city. She doesn't talk about her past. She doesn't question things. Not openly. Some time near the end of February (after the intense snow), she begins to slip small written notes to clients she knows to have awoken in the hospital and are just as confused as she is. Short and succinct, they are handed out to the people she has gauged to be trustworthy, a moment passed off as a friendly grasp of the hand for the cameras.
Hospital and wild card
She still visits the hospital whenever she can. She doesn't bother the nurses anymore but she can't help but wander past the children's ward to check in on the babies, hoping against hope that she can catch a glimpse of her baby daughter. She usually leaves quickly before she overstays her welcome but the look of loss, sorrow, and angry determination is one that gets harder and harder to hide.
She can also be found shopping or dining around Main Street. She doesn't cook so eating out is common. The groceries she does buy are related to baked goods. She is especially fond of the book store.
Where: Here and there: see prompts
When: March
What: A little counseling, a little teaching, a little slice of life. There's potential for characters to secretly 'talk' to each other about things related to their past if they wanna avoid cameras.
Warnings: None that I can think of.
[Open]
School
Jiaying has taken to teaching in the local school though the subject itself is curious for a town this size. Who would have use for Mandarin? But between all the prep work that goes into teaching and her other duty as school counselor, she's kept busy. Five days a week for about half a day, she can be found in the teacher's room or the small office she can call her counseling room, usually marking papers or coming up with teaching material. Being the only Mandarin speaker in town has its downsides.
Counseling + secret notes
After school hours, she takes on regular counseling sessions by appointment. She appears to be a holder of a psychology degree but she has no memory of taking any such courses. She tries to keep her sessions casual anyway, focusing on making her clients feel comfortable. While she has an office nestled in half of the second floor of a building in Main Street with a small plaque that barely qualifies as a sign, she also pays house visits and allows visitors in her shared home with Emily Grey.
She puts on a good act of playing along with the rest of the residents of the city. She doesn't talk about her past. She doesn't question things. Not openly. Some time near the end of February (after the intense snow), she begins to slip small written notes to clients she knows to have awoken in the hospital and are just as confused as she is. Short and succinct, they are handed out to the people she has gauged to be trustworthy, a moment passed off as a friendly grasp of the hand for the cameras.
The past isn't dead.
Burn this after reading.
Hospital and wild card
She still visits the hospital whenever she can. She doesn't bother the nurses anymore but she can't help but wander past the children's ward to check in on the babies, hoping against hope that she can catch a glimpse of her baby daughter. She usually leaves quickly before she overstays her welcome but the look of loss, sorrow, and angry determination is one that gets harder and harder to hide.
She can also be found shopping or dining around Main Street. She doesn't cook so eating out is common. The groceries she does buy are related to baked goods. She is especially fond of the book store.
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[She's not about to reach out by phone to ask people to come for therapy. It has to be a choice.]
When you say 'fit', are you referring to some kind of dissonance? [Because it is nice to know she is not the only one]
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Leaning forward, his eyes dilate as he catches hers, his tone staying friendly. ]
You're going to take doctor-patient confidentiality extra seriously with me. Anything discussed within this room will stay in this room, or until I say otherwise. You don't tell anyone about this session, about what I am, or what my brother is. Anything I say that might be out of the ordinary for you, will just be another day in therapy.
[ And then, he breaks that gaze, continuing as if nothing's happened, shifting in his seat. ]
I am, Jiaying. I'm referring to just that kind of 'fit.' But, more to the point, I don't need to fit in here. I've never been a person who's needed to fit in. So, it's not that much of a problem.
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Of course. I value my clients' privacy.
But something does still bother you. [another attempt to coax him to open up.]
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In this town, everything bothers me. [ Not even in this town. ] But, you mean right here. Right now. Where can I start. Someone my brother and I both know, someone who practically made us who we are today arrived here, woke up [ He corrects ] in the hospital, memory-free. [ And his eyes find Jiaying. ] Do you think that absolves someone of their sins?
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But, we're about to go -- beyond the scope. I think we can take this somewhere more private, don't you?
[ And without asking,
The waves crash upon a sandy, sunlit beach. Damon and Jiaying now perched on nice, wooden beach chairs. Luckily, compulsion won't make this out of the ordinary and he can continue. ]
It's a trick we vampires have. With cameras in every crevice we have to be able to talk about what's real, and what's this freaky deaky town.
[ He looks over, lifting his sunglasses.
Does Jiaying appreciate the sarong, though? It seemed disrespectful to put her in a bikini.
And thus begins a tale regarding a selfish, narcissistic vampire who picked on two brothers and loved them both, while lying to the both of them about that. Because of Katherine, they're vampires, something Damon asked to be, and Stefan never asked to be. He promised his brother an eternity of misery because of it and until a few years ago, they all thought she was trapped in a tomb with other vampires. But, fret not, she'd escaped, faked her death and she was on the run. It was a turning point for Damon, when he had to admit he felt things. He'd loved Katherine all that time. Now, he felt betrayed. ]
And that's just the beginning, Doc.
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What happened next?
[She asks, eager to listen.]
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[ He's on his side now, using his elbow to prop himself up. ]
Turns out, the vampire that was after her, an old piece of work who liked to possess bodies and move the chess pieces around from afar [ Also Katherine's MO. Also his. ]. Klaus.
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Klaus? Was she using you to avoid him?
[She guesses. After all, why wouldn't one use a cut out if it's available?]
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[ Damon, too, sits up, bare feet finding sand, continuing his story. ]
Elena, like Katherine, had the same blood - family. It's called a doppelgänger, but you pay by the hour, so, just know they look the same and their blood has lots of surprising properties. [ Like he's going to pay :') ] Anyway, in this ritual, Klaus needed to sacrifice a vampire and a werewolf. Enter Katherine into our lives again. She turns Caroline Forbes. You may have seen her around, she's here now, too. Or, back, from her accident. She's blonde. A lot to take, but, I have a bit of a soft spot for her. Now. Never ask about me.
[ .. ] Where was I?
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[Jiaying accepts that demand to not ask about him further. And while she does imprint these names into memory, she's not aware she won't remember this conversation once it's over.]
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If either of us are anything to go by, she will. With time.
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[ Again, in nonchalance. ]
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In this world?
[After all, the sheriff is watching in the real one]
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[Straightforward and matter of fact.]
I doubt our local law enforcement would approve.
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