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maskormenacelogs2016-06-30 04:01 pm
dreamshades) wrote in maskormenacelogs2016-06-30 04:01 pm
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Game of Will
WHO: Peter Pan and Dr. Chilton
WHERE: Chilton's office
WHEN: On a Tuesday.
WHAT:Pan is going in for therapy...not really though.
WARNINGS: Manipulative people are manipulative.
[ Pan and Chilton have had a brief conversation, one that Pan was intrigued by. From what he could glean from their conversation, Chilton had his own motives for this session as did Pan. The biggest tell being Lucifer being thrown into the mix of their talk. Part of him wonders why such an ordinary looking man might ask if Pan and the devil himself had a bad relationship.
The other part knows though that there might be dealings a foot, ones he is familiar with, being one who would often manipulate others. While on the surface this session is to help Pan become better, the heart of it really lies in gaining more footing. He just needed to get in close and then he could see the man's heart if he decided. But, resorting to that so quickly would be a bore, he'd prefer to try and figure it out for himself before falling on that particular power.
So, on a tuesday as Pan requested (more like demanded) has come in the mid afternoon. The waiting room is blue and no one is inside, completely empty and bare. Good, for now, Chilton hadn't broken their quiet deal. His steps are silent, making sure he makes no noise as he brings his knuckles to the door.
There's a soft rapping on the wood. Pan would wait for a moment just before the door would open and when it does, the boy will be gone. A small game, a little distraction for Chilton to move toward the door so Pan can just appear in the room. The best part? He'll be sitting there right on Chilton's desk, twirling some kind of object he'd taken from the man's desk. Inspecting it quietly. ]
WHERE: Chilton's office
WHEN: On a Tuesday.
WHAT:Pan is going in for therapy...not really though.
WARNINGS: Manipulative people are manipulative.
[ Pan and Chilton have had a brief conversation, one that Pan was intrigued by. From what he could glean from their conversation, Chilton had his own motives for this session as did Pan. The biggest tell being Lucifer being thrown into the mix of their talk. Part of him wonders why such an ordinary looking man might ask if Pan and the devil himself had a bad relationship.
The other part knows though that there might be dealings a foot, ones he is familiar with, being one who would often manipulate others. While on the surface this session is to help Pan become better, the heart of it really lies in gaining more footing. He just needed to get in close and then he could see the man's heart if he decided. But, resorting to that so quickly would be a bore, he'd prefer to try and figure it out for himself before falling on that particular power.
So, on a tuesday as Pan requested (more like demanded) has come in the mid afternoon. The waiting room is blue and no one is inside, completely empty and bare. Good, for now, Chilton hadn't broken their quiet deal. His steps are silent, making sure he makes no noise as he brings his knuckles to the door.
There's a soft rapping on the wood. Pan would wait for a moment just before the door would open and when it does, the boy will be gone. A small game, a little distraction for Chilton to move toward the door so Pan can just appear in the room. The best part? He'll be sitting there right on Chilton's desk, twirling some kind of object he'd taken from the man's desk. Inspecting it quietly. ]
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He went to answer that soft rapping, open the door to nothing but undisturbed air, and then almost instinctively looked behind his shoulder only to witness Pan seated at his desk. Tension built in his shoulders as the surprise set in -- a cold shock, really. A chaotic, sneaky entrance indicated the terms to be set.
Chilton didn't even ask Pan to set down the gilded pen holder.]
You surprised me.
[Stating the obvious, yes, but also acknowledging Pan's mischief. Chilton certainly did not want to instigate any need to up the ante, just in case Pan felt that his efforts were not properly witnessed. With barely repressed exasperation, the doctor glance at the light blue sedan and the hard wooden chair angled before his desk, the typical option for seating. He always intentionally provided a dilemma, something of a power play, and it appeared that Pan was going to circumvent the usual process.
Chilton's officer favored a black, gold, and light blue color scheme -- the last hue matching that sedan perfectly. His walls were decorated with antiqued maps, a Roman poet sat atop a column in a corner, the bust pristine and dustless. Behind Chilton's desk was a carved bookcase brimming with psychiatric texts, strategically intended to impress (and nuzzled between two DSM encyclopedias was a whiskey decanter and tumbler set). It was all a show of power that he delighted in, but perhaps the flaunting was all for naught in this case.]
Why don't we begin with discussing your general mood?
[He walked over, standing at the corner of his own desk.]
Anything you've been feeling the past couple of days.
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A smile crosses his face when he hears how he had just surprised the therapist. ]
It'll keep you on your toes. [ Simple words but all true. Pan was nothing if not about giving people a surprise or two. Others thought they had him pegged but he knew it was just a show to help themselves find some comfort.
Regardless, he takes one more once over of the pen before setting it aside looking as if he has no use for it now. Pan took no move from his decided seat now, preferring to just hang out on the desk for the time being. He'd move eventually to walk about the room, take a seat somewhere else. But, he had a feeling this would bother Chilton more.
The boy does take notice of the surroundings with a look of being unimpressed. The display of power was just so...sloppy in his opinion. Sure, it would work for the uninitiated, the naive or the "good", but not to a real player. Pan would gamble that it was to show intelligence, wealth, extravagance, and a thinly veiled show of self importance. On a whim, Pan could set fire to everything in this office and show how such objects were nothing but that. Tangible symbols were easy to destroy and Pan was a creature of belief.
He needed nothing to show how powerful he was, just himself, his words, and the very fact he was threat in of himself. For now, though, he'll leave the office untouched. He'd rather not be sloppy with outright burning the place down. Especially, since Chilton hasn't annoyed him...yet.
Still unmoving from the desk he looks to Chilton as they ask their question.]
Mood? Hm, well, I'd say I'm just peachy. Perhaps a tad bored but nothing out of the ordinary.
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That was another story altogether, and hardly a fairy tale to be taken lightly.]
My toes, indeed. [At least one of them wouldn't be bored.] You have a knack for inspiring adrenaline -- but I suppose you've known that from the beginning.
[The beginning, wondered Chilton, was a mystery of its own.]
But boredom is available to address. [Especially since, as Chilton suspected, this imPort's bored was serious business.] And perhaps expected. You're fairly peerless, aren't you? We breached the topic, over the phone, but to fully enunciate my point: there really isn't anyone in your league, is there?
[Very careful flattery.]
So mundane sport, that would hardly hold your interest. What would stimulate you? I won't beat around the bush, you and I both understand that stimulation can easily descend into horror -- for the others. But if we are to find the healthiest way for you to... Entertain yourself, we need to talk about it, all out in the open.
sorry this is so late my motive for tags have been kind of wishy washy
[ They even make stupid moves when that is pumping through their veins if they weren't practiced in the thrill.
He watches Chilton with a small smile, looking at how all those gears were turning in their head. He pondered what assessment Chilton might conjure up. The thoughts that were running through their mind.
That question however does get an internal sigh. There it is. A compliment veiled as a gauge. One to figure out if Pan truly believed he was without match if the boy were guessing correctly.
Unsurprising, but, he will never give a whole answer, never direct. What's the fun in that? ]
Like many I have a few tricks up my sleeve. That's all there really is to it. [ Now what reaction will you give, Chilton? Annoyance? More curiosity? Please show him.
The next question on the other hand? Perhaps, he'll be more direct about it. No harm in something that's already so publicly known....WELL...at least the more "mundane" things he did in Neverland. ]
I use to shoot apples from atop others heads. I even let them shoot them off mine.
no worries! same, really.
Like many. Perhaps alike in quantity, but I won't speculate on quality.
[He still classified Pan to be in a league of his own. The feelings of anxiety and anticipation that boiled within his veins only reinforced this impression, regardless of the current evidence given; there were simply some personalities too big to pigeonhole, Lucifer and Klarion among them. And Pan, situated in his own leveled nebulous, still defying explicit labeling.]
You must have enjoyed that -- the implied danger, the inherent risk. The thrill of execution.
[Either a bullseye to the apple or the head, either way, something was executed.]
You understand why the very people who asked you to seek me, to engage therapy in general, find you frightening. Do you take any pleasure in their reaction?
[Chilton assumed "yes", at any rate.]
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He'll let the doctor work for his answers.
But, Pan does nothing but listen to Chilton's theories and line of questioning. Pondering his next move as he sat there. Very standard questions he figured would come into play.
Still, Pan won't give answer. Nothing direct anyways. ]
People often fear what they can't control. Imports are just the physical embodiment of that. Whether I just find it funny since they only have themselves to blame for their situation.
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ImPorts could rival a global war on that level. Even a cold war.]
You delight in irony.
[After all, wasn't that a staple in fairy tales? Justified endings twisted with a point to be made? Didactic intent? Perhaps Chilton read into the context, but it seemed to him that Pan was simply enacting his natural function. And in the midst of any nature versus nurture argument, one will find a subject who leans more one way than the other.]
Has anyone every been able to control you? I imagine not, but I wouldn't want to presume. And -- [A beat.] What has happened to those who had tried?
[Chilton had little doubt that someone has tried. It was almost human instinct to tame forces of nature.]
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It makes for a fun past time.
[ Chilton's next question does make him pause for a brief moment. Whether he's doing this intentionally or not is anyone's guess. But, he does think back on his old life for that pause. How at one point he was burdened with a duty he never even wanted but society of whole told him he had to commit to. He played so long by everyone else's rules it ate away at everything he wanted. But, ever since Neverland he was finally free to do what he wanted.
Pan just offers a look, it's not smiling just neutral. ]
Everyone at some point had no control over themselves. Even Lucifer with all his bravado listened to the whims of another.
It's the nature of things isn't it? [ And he picks up another object, that small smile creeping back onto his face. ]
I just decided I'd take my fate into my own hands and as for your last question? Well, let's just say those people didn't come out all right.
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[No additional analysis for the devil, it wouldn't do to appear as if there had been any competition for attention; the doctor had taken a risk invoking Lucifer's name whatsoever. Chilton eyed Pan carefully, the tension in his shoulders visibly tensing as Pan picked up another desk toy. Even while Chilton suspected the intimidation factor, there was little he could do by means of warding off bad consequences.
Like Pan said, fate was in his own hands.]
Oh, I have little doubt that they didn't come out all right. [Reiteration of Pan's words precisely. Somehow the vagueness had a much colder chilling effect.] And I am not naïve enough to think I can stop your... Behavioral tendencies. Especially in that regard.
But I can help you hide them better. [This was another risk.] Play nicely and people will grow complacent. Am I incorrect in thinking you want that? After all, it is better to... Toy with the unsuspecting, isn't it?
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[ It's only moments later Pan all but stops in what he's doing. The pen he was examining slowly, it now lays still in his hand. He's not rigid, just unmoving. The moment he hears those lines of offer, the apparent willingness to "help" him hide his tendencies...
well Pan finds that absolutely hilarious. And it comes out. Pan just starts laughing where he sits. It's as if someone just told a very funny joke and he can't hold it in, mixed with a spine tingling chill. He does so for about a good thirty seconds before it turns into a small fit of chuckles as he wipes tears of laughter from his eyes. ]
Chilton, that has got to be the funniest thing I've heard from you. [ because at that point his smile is something cold and malevolent. ] After all, I hid perfectly well for months and no one saw a thing until it was utterly too late. [ It goes pretty much unsaid. "What can you show me that I haven't already done?"
But, Pan always does have that morbid sense of curiosity so he just chuckles to himself, his gaze now shifting back to the object in hand before asking: ]
And what particular techniques would you show me? [ if this man had any to show. ]