(Alec) First Things First.

[Dr. Jocelyn Sentino]

Jocelyn walked into ther office, closing the door, as she glanced around the room. In the brief few minutes her newest patient would arive. Alec Anderson. Mr. Anderson... She has heard a bit about him. Read the file. He seemed like a dificult case. Withdrawn, at the same time with a temper that is easily flared. Guarded. There are only two people he managed to get in contact with. One of them recently was in the HW. Avoid that subject... Jocelyn made a mental note, as she whent over her notes again. Past...Jail, murders.... Touching the past upon ther first session, would not be . His anger was easily swayed, and he has a history of lashing out on people. Pleasant.

Taing a deep breath Jocelyn placed the file upon her desk, and hid any and all sharp objects in her room. She learned that the hard way. Anything that can be seen adn used as a weapon, should be hidden away. Anything that can be used against her, should be taken and kept out of reach. Anything that can make the atmosphere absurd and uncomfortable, should be tranformed. A hard task. Or rather an impossible task, but she was settistifed with the current set up. Her desk, drawers locked, a computer, book shelf, couple of chairs, a couch, some pillows, covered window, some calm paintings on the walls. Cemented into place, and above reach of any wondering heads.

Jocelyn looked through the file again. He was passed on through several doctors. All pointing out that he not only was resisting medical treatment, but also appeared apathetic and distant, making the task pretty much impossible. Not a problem. WEll, yes, a problem, but one she was willing to face. Typically Jocelyn was the last stop. No matter how hard it was with the patient, she would not pass them on. She was a firm believer that connections are established over time, and simply passing a patient on, as if they were nothing more then a foster child, defeated the purpose of even attempting those connections. Connections that she knew could provide alot for the over all benefit of the patient. Granted at times, they were a pain in the ass to establish, yet once they did, they were well worth it.

This lead to the key question of the day. How the hell is she supposed to establish a connection with what majority of hte people seem to describe as a violent-peice-of-an-iceberg?! Non the less, it was a puzzle, and Jocelyn was willing to work on it. Like all puzzles, it was difficult, but essantially every peice falls into place, with a little bit of efford. In this case, with allot of it.

She leaned against her desk ,and avaited the security to bring Alec in. Session was to start in 2 minutes.

[Alec J. Anderson]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, border-left: #7a7a7c 10px solid; border-right: #7a7a7c 10px solid; border-top: #a4a2a7 10px solid; border-bottom: #a4a2a7 10px solid; background: #d8d8d8; padding-top: 16px; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 12px; -moz-border-radius: 10px; width: 368px;] another reason another cause for me to fight another fuse uncovered now for me to light The sound of the clock ticking just outside of his room filtered in through the open door, reminding the high profile- who was currently resting on his bed, that soon it would be time to meet with his new doctor. The consistency of its echoes conflicted with the inconsistency of the emotions he felt. Alec shifted to lie down on his back and stare at the ceiling, the blankness an ideal representation of how he’d felt only a few hours ago. He’d give anything to have that hollow feeling back, give anything to have the sudden surge of forceful emotions leave him. The intensity of the emotions he felt made him feel sick to his stomach, and even more confrontational then usual. The anger he was used to. Anger was as much of a part of Alec as his history was. Anger was built into his very core now, fueling him to do and respond in the ways that he did. So when he felt the intense wrath, it hadn’t been anything he wasn’t already used to. What had him feeling so conflicted was the surge of guilt and sorrow he’d felt at the admission of Willow about her actions. She’d tried to kill herself, which that much had been obvious without her guilty responses. It was his fault he felt the emotions he did, so he couldn’t blame Willow. She had merely ignited something that had already been in the works. He’d known that his protective nature over her and his best friend Sid would only result in the internal conflict he felt now. Even as he’d defended them from every possible thing he could, he knew he’d been letting his guard down. Maybe him letting his guard down wasn’t the same as someone else doing it. Alec still didn’t talk about his past, didn’t whine about the present, didn’t comfort those who were upset, but dammit when those walls had been cracking he’d trusted them. But was that even what this was about…trust? No, he was blaming everyone for his actions again. They might have cracked his wall, but his emotions were starting to crumble all on their own due to his selfishness. He’d convinced himself he didn’t care about them. Didn’t care that Willow had tried taking her own life. But he knew that wasn’t true, he just didn’t know how to deal with it. It was the intensity of it all; of having one of the only two people he trusted resurrecting old memories of pain and failure. His failure to protect Caroline, to save her. “Anderson, its time for your therapy session with Dr. Sentino.” His personal guard entered the room without announcing himself, something Alec was used to at this point. In a mad house, you had no privacy. You were owned by whoever wished to own you, because if you fought back you found yourself in a straight jacket in solitary confinement. Not that Alec minded the SC, but his shoulders were still aching from his last visit to that section of the hospital. Raising himself from the bed, he slipped into the beige scrub top that he was forced to wear before following the guard out the room and down the hallway. His hair was getting long he noted as it shifted into his eyes, but he didn’t really care. As soon as they reached the room, the security guard opened the door and moved to let Alec enter. “I’ll leave him to you then Doctor, just know I’ll be stationed right outside this door if you need me.” Of course he would be, since patient-doctor confidentiality was oh so important. Whatever, Alec knew that most of the staff here knew what he’d done to get placed in this hellhole. Without so much as a word in the doctor’s direction, he moved to stand against one of the walls- hazel eyes focusing on her and waiting for her to speak. God he hated these meetings, especially when the doctor actually thought they might learn something about him. If that’s what she thought, boy was she in for a surprise. Doctors hadn’t passed him off for nothing. my dedication to all that I've sworn to protect I carry out my orders without a regret tag: Jocelyn words: 694 lyrics: Indestructible - Disturbed template made by © CHELSEA

[Dr. Jocelyn Sentino]

Jocelyn frowned. Three minutes past the hour. They were late. She didn't like that. At all. Yet, with a deep breath, she worked to calm herself. She did not need to freak out right before a session with a new patient. Definetly, would be something that is not only counterproductive, but also highly unethical. Which she did not not like either. She leaned her arms back, helping support her body, as she leaned against the desk. Four minutes past the hour. Finally! She could near the foot steps down the hall. She sat up, her hands resting upon her lap. Door opend and Alec was escorted in.

Jocelyn glanced over both the guard and the patient, before looking back up at the security, as she stood up.
I prefer that all people entering my office knock, like all proper civilized individuals do. Please knock next time. She raised her eyebrow as she narrowed her eyes slightly at the guard. Order appplied to everyone. Rules were there for a reason. Whether he liked it or not, the guard too, will fallow them. Her tone was calm and even, as she watched the guard leave, before churning her attention to Alec. The guard was not the subject here, or hte intention.

Good afternoon, Mr. Anderson, I'm Dr. Sentino. How are you doing today? Have a seat, the chair or the couch, which ever is more comfortable. She asked pleasantly, gesturing toward the seats. Her tone was just as even as with the guard, although now more softer then with the guard. She was not the cold blooded bitch, so, might as well not come off as one.

I'd like to get a few things out of the way first. We are not here to discuss your past, dig around in your family life, or examine past experiences. Although they effect teh current outcomes, they have passed, and can not be changed. We will focus on other things, things that can be changed and worked with. Second, I am not the one to use violence and extreme methods, yet, each behavior will be delt with apropriately to the situation. Third. I am here to help you, but I can only do as much as you will let yourself and me do. I will not force you into anything, that is not my style. Jocelyn paused as she glanced over him again. She kept her gaze upon his face. A little trick she learned. Look someone in the either and at the same time not. It allows for little details and shifts to be noticed from teh corner of the eye, while at the same time, not envoke a chalenge by direct eye to eye contact.

The ball was in his court now. She did not establish the rules, but did point out the general guide lines. Those guide lines are established on teh first meeting for the general benefit of both her and the patient. They helped to keep everything in order, if not in full proper pattern, but if nothing else, they had the direction and a starting point from which they had but to move forward. Rules will be broken, vague guidelines are just what they are. Guidelines. Everything else was up to him.

[Alec J. Anderson]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, border-left: #7a7a7c 10px solid; border-right: #7a7a7c 10px solid; border-top: #a4a2a7 10px solid; border-bottom: #a4a2a7 10px solid; background: #d8d8d8; padding-top: 16px; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 12px; -moz-border-radius: 10px; width: 368px;] another reason another cause for me to fight another fuse uncovered now for me to light Awesome. She was one of those kinds of doctors. What Jocelyn probably didn’t realize, is that Alec had been passed around so much he’d learned a little about reading people himself. The way she barked out what the guard should and should not do in door etiquette told Alec she had a thing with etiquettes in general. Her voice and gentle command reached his ears but he just shrugged and didn’t move from the wall. Alec didn’t want to sit down and get comfortable, not here in this room with a doctor. He took a moment to glance around the room, taking in his surroundings. To be honest, it seemed a bit plain- even down to the paintings hanging on the wall. It the environment was supposed to be a warm comfortable conversation stimulator, it fell short by more then a few tweaks. “I think I’ll just stand here if its all the same it you.” Sarcasm. He’d picked it up from Sid, or rather, Jimmy. Before it had just been cold hard aggression and avoidance with Alec, but lately he seemed more in tuned to sarcastic responses- finding it a pretty reliable tool in people not knowing what and what not to take seriously. Besides, if she were the doctor she claimed to be, she wouldn’t let a slightly dysfunctional patient get under her skin, right? Alec crossed his arms and kept his eyes locked onto her face, wondering how she’d react to his defiance and how long it would be before he would just be passed along again. Not that it mattered to him really, just some doctors left him alone more then others. As she went on her spiel about who she was and what she would and would not do, Alec could help but think she was the biggest load of shit he’d ever seen. All that crap about being here to help him was garbage and he knew it. Doctors were here for a paycheck; they didn’t do what they did for free. A low growl worked its way up his throat as he responded to her guidelines with his own. “Alright, well I’m going to get a few things out of the way as well. One, it’s a good thing you don’t want to discuss my past- because I’m not telling you shit about me. After all, you should know everything you’d ever hoped to know since it’s all in my file.” And she should too, well everything except the rape of Caroline. No one had connected the dots of his history and figured out that’s why he killed those men. But then how could they? To everyone standing on the outside of his life, he merely looked like a young man who’d lost his mind over the tragic suicide of the woman he loved. Well, he had lost his mind- or rather, lost every bit of restraint it had built over the years of his lifetime. “And another thing, this whole let me share my feelings with you bullshit? Not happening. I don’t want your help. I don’t need your help. One day, you idiots are going to figure it out. I’m content to just rot in this hellhole, which I’ll just continue to be on my way doing soon if you don’t mind. 'Cause I got nothing else to say to you.” The hair on his neck bristled as he felt the aggression in him on the rise. Something about how the doctor carried herself and seemed to throw her figurative weight around pissed him off. His arms had dropped to his sides at some point, fist clenching and unclenching in a habitual manor he’d found sometimes work to back him down a bit. It worked a lot better when he actually had the nails to dig into his palms until they bled, obviously they kept a close eye on that. “Anything else doc, or are we finished here?” my dedication to all that I've sworn to protect I carry out my orders without a regret tag: Jocelyn words: 648 lyrics: Indestructible - Disturbed template made by © CHELSEA