one day it could get better, maybe it could get better

[demonspawn]

WHO: Dr. Frederick Chilton & Terry Ward.
WHERE: Chilton's office.
WHEN: 07/03, late afternoon.
WHAT: Psychology and stuff!!!
WARNINGS: TBA.


[ Terry still remembers that one time Dr. Frederick Chilton tried to convince him to wear a really ugly shirt in a gym full of high school kids that all reminded him of antagonists from his early pubescent years. His impression of the man is a little mixed, but the truth is, now that he's survived a handful of months at school, he's starting to get serious about this psychology stuff -- more than that, now that he's using Mitch's "secret technique" to keep his powers in check, genuinely investing in his normalcy (his coping skills, beyond self-hatred and repression) seems like a good idea.

So he looks up the good doctor's place of business and takes the bus over after class.

There's no one in the waiting room when he gets there, so he heads over to the office door and knocks twice before letting himself in. ]

Hello?

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[slightlyoffchilt]

[Suite 106 wasn't as lavish as his Baltimore domain, with its remembered soaring ceilings and neoclassical architecture, but Chilton had managed a decent replication. Turn of the century maps lined his walls in golden frames, met with anachronistic Greco-Roman inspired Renaissance art. The area was brightly lit, but heavy with cobalt blue and gold. The room breathes hungrily.

Chilton looked up, as Terry allowed himself in. He blinked one -- then the name returned to him. Terry Ward. Fascinating insinuations of fear manifestation, that's what they had discussed before. There was the stint at the high school, and he recalled that neither were motivated to motivate wayward minds. The younger man had an intensity to him, a stark and sharp demeanor -- perhaps the coping behavior of his talents.]

Mr. Ward.

[Chilton rose him his seat, smiling.]

Please, come in. You're looking well. Would you like to take a seat? There's the chair, the sedan.