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Laggy Lagiacrus
Guest
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((OOC
Please post signup form in the OOC. This is not a jump-in RP.))
"Now, Mr... Snow, was it? We have examined your problem, and what you have described to us as your current mental state, and we have also examined it on our own. We have decided that we will take your case."
The room was bereft of much in the way that conveyed professionalism, notable in the lack of actual government-approved license possessed by any of the practitioners - or, indeed, their manager. No certificates hung on the sky-blue walls, no psychology books were displayed in the oaken bookcase at the far right. The mahogany desk and chairs were easily acquirable in a cheap furniture store, and the wood panelling could have done with a slight tune-up. Regardless, the treatment received was the only real thing that mattered to the patients, considering that they would essentially be in a comatose state for the duration of the Mind-Mappers' stay.
Dressed in a charcoal-grey suit and suit trousers, the male addressing the potential client looked more like a businessman, than the manager of various psychics. Though, this was what he was, and as he straightened the blood-red tie he donned, he seemed to exude power. His mid-length, smartly-combed hair may have been greying, and creases may have begun to invade his permanently-stern, stoic face, but it could be seen in his dark brown eyes - this was a man not to upset. "Our... Surgeons, for lack of a better word, will be introducing themselves now. It's less harrowing in here than it is there."
As if on cue, Lee Browning let himself in, not even bothering to knock as he adjusted his collar on the way in, surveying the room as he never ceased to do, every time he entered. Standing straight, a vague sense of professionalism detectable in his manner, he awaited instructions, remaining silent and steadfast until directions were issued. After being told that he and his colleagues would be introduced after they had all assembled in the room, he relaxed slightly, though not bothering to even change his facial expression in doing so - as if he had forgotten his face should match what his body does, to appear convincing.
Please post signup form in the OOC. This is not a jump-in RP.))
"Now, Mr... Snow, was it? We have examined your problem, and what you have described to us as your current mental state, and we have also examined it on our own. We have decided that we will take your case."
The room was bereft of much in the way that conveyed professionalism, notable in the lack of actual government-approved license possessed by any of the practitioners - or, indeed, their manager. No certificates hung on the sky-blue walls, no psychology books were displayed in the oaken bookcase at the far right. The mahogany desk and chairs were easily acquirable in a cheap furniture store, and the wood panelling could have done with a slight tune-up. Regardless, the treatment received was the only real thing that mattered to the patients, considering that they would essentially be in a comatose state for the duration of the Mind-Mappers' stay.
Dressed in a charcoal-grey suit and suit trousers, the male addressing the potential client looked more like a businessman, than the manager of various psychics. Though, this was what he was, and as he straightened the blood-red tie he donned, he seemed to exude power. His mid-length, smartly-combed hair may have been greying, and creases may have begun to invade his permanently-stern, stoic face, but it could be seen in his dark brown eyes - this was a man not to upset. "Our... Surgeons, for lack of a better word, will be introducing themselves now. It's less harrowing in here than it is there."
As if on cue, Lee Browning let himself in, not even bothering to knock as he adjusted his collar on the way in, surveying the room as he never ceased to do, every time he entered. Standing straight, a vague sense of professionalism detectable in his manner, he awaited instructions, remaining silent and steadfast until directions were issued. After being told that he and his colleagues would be introduced after they had all assembled in the room, he relaxed slightly, though not bothering to even change his facial expression in doing so - as if he had forgotten his face should match what his body does, to appear convincing.