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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2007 4:29 am
Plot Over View:
People date and fall in love with their Therapists a lot. It’s only because they go there intending to share their burden and end up sharing their life. Once they've shared their life they realize that this person, who quietly listened, meekly but assertively shared advice, is the only one in the world who knows them best. Srgt. Sam Taylor is forced to go to a very reputable therapist, he thinks is male. Astounded to find the beautiful, intelligent 27 year old Dr. Mason, lightening his load seems even harder now that he kind of likes her. Beyond all this though, there are diabolical, plots squirming just out of eyes sight as soldier turns against soldier and treasonous orders are given that jeopardize the world on a large scale. What was the true nature of Sam's mission? Is Dr. Mason's required report on Sam's progress concern or something else? Why does no one else know about the alleged mission that only Sam returned from? Are the organizations penetrated by him and his team going to lick their wounds or crouch to attack?
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2007 7:42 pm
Characters: ( Username = Unavailable)
Username: Blood_Spoiler Name: Sam Taylor Age: 27 Rank/ Status: Sergeant - Navy Seal Height: 6’6 Weight: 273 Appearance: Bio: Sam was adopted along with his sister Jean who now has been happily married for a year and a month. He and his sister are very close and stay in contact as much as his job will allow. Sam joined the navy just after graduating high school, catastrophically against his father’s wishes and so a lasting feud began and is too far gone to fix now. He and his parents have no contact, his father having forbidden his mother from calling him, so Sam gets second hand news from his sister whenever possible. When enlisting and training for the Navy Seals his Ensign (or Lieutenant) was David Ganes, Ganes became the father Sam was missing in the preliminary years of his adulthood, when he truly didn’t know what the world was about. Personality: Training and combat are never easy and they always leave a mark. Because of the intense physique and automatic training, Sam carries about him an air that says nothing short of ‘Mess with me and I’ll rough you up, Piss me off and you won’t be walking out of here.’ Despite all of this though, the times in which he is most relaxed are surrounded by familiar people, especially children. When Sam thinks no one is looking he’ll pull a neighborhood kid aside and teach him a jump shot trick, or play the big bad monster, chasing squealing little ones all around. – it’s his release, so that the things he does don’t haunt him as forcefully.
Username: Blood_Spoiler (..for now ) Name: Megan Jones Age: 39 Rank/Status: Fleet Admiral - (Full-Bird Colonel- roughly three ranks below a General) Height: 5’5 Weight: 146 Appearance: Bio: Megan started off in the officer track, meaning she was too smart to be a ‘grunt’, as enlisted men are called, and went to Annapolis college getting her four year degree in electrical engineering as serving for her required six years as an Ensign. When her time was served, and she was ready to begin a new, real life, she found that her time in the Navy were what defined her and she came back, having been granted her original rank, she has since climbed the ladder of ranks, due to valor, respect, and just being all she could be. She and Ganes graduated the same year and were good friends, but as different situations began to clearly define the differences between the two she has since viewed Ganes as a rival and a let down. Personality: Megan commands respect with her very presence, she and Ganes trained thirty of the Navy Seals finest (Sam included) and it was easy to see the difference between their methods. Ganes wanted Robotic soldiers, no feelings, no judgment, just orders, he wanted obedient, subservient war machines that were wholly and completely devoted to him and not necessarily the government they represented. Megan was completely prepared get down in the dirt with them show them how it was done and expect nothing more than she expected of herself. She saw them as friends, looking to her for instruction and she was prepared to help them progress however possible, as people and as soldiers. Which is why she demanded Sam see Dr. Mason.
Username: Xxpainfully_in_lovexX Name: Olivia Mason Age: 27 Rank/Status: Civilian - PhD degree in Psychology Height: 5'7 Weight: 123 Appearance:  Bio: Olivia grew up in a terribly competitive environment, she’s never known what it’s like to be lacking, in anything. Her mother was a distinguished cardio-vascular surgeon, and her husband a renowned plastic surgeon, making most of what is today’s movie stars and singers. She took ballet, piano and fencing as a child rather than any school sports, and she knew exactly what was expected of her since day one. No matter how much she desired something else. Now that she has ‘continued the Mason legacy’ her parents have retired on a private cruise ship somewhere in the Caribbean and never fail to call her at least once a day, prodding about her non- existent social and dating life, wondering when they’ll get grand children. Personality: Olivia is a soft spoken person, but she is not shy about anything, just careful of what and how she says it. She found a desire to help and nurture people in her younger years and it stuck, taking her to Harvard Medical School a year early and graduating within half the time of her peers and with twice as many degrees. Because of her broad, vague desire, simply to help people, she is a massage therapist, a psycho analyst, dream interpreter and much more with gave her a title as an all around healer. Giving you a number of different (mostly only when necessary) services.
Username: Abject_Abomination Name: David Ganes Age: 42 Rank/Status: Rear Admiral - (equivalent of a Brigadier General) Height: 5'9 Weight: 210-ish Appearance: Bio: Ganes took to Annapolis only a week after graduating and relied heavily on his more than wealthy parent’s support for tuition, claiming it to be too much of a bother to apply for a scholarship. He got married, mostly for the image and has two kids in college now, he never talks to them and his wife is a submissive, sentimental person, who he can bully easily. Ganes was posted with Jones when they both graduated and they were in friendly competition during their years at Annapolis, sizing each other up and making all kinds of bets, but when they were put in service together Ganes soon realized how much of an enemy he was going to make out of her. So he worked as hard as he felt was necessary to keep those few, useful prodigy’s under his thumb and then used his family name and money to rise to power at an astounding rate hoping he’d leave all those ‘bad memories’ behind in the lower ranks, but as Jones grows higher and higher and the Seals he helped train begin to attract attention he is torn between triumph and failure at their hands. Personality: Ganes is an opinionated liar, namely a politician. He rose to power because he found out whose butt needed kissing the most, and he wasn’t afraid of stepping on a few toes to get there. Ganes hides behind his rank more often than not; he is a master of lies and can assume all kinds of charades to use for his benefit, namely the loyalty gained from all those thirty Seals.
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2007 8:00 pm
Rules: No god-Modeing No text talk (BE LITERATE!!) You must post at least three sentances Follow all Gaia and Guild TOS Put 'Labyrinth' in your submission Pm to show that you read it smile I know we're talking about the Navy here, but try and keep the swearing down.. If you're going to talk out of character do so using (())[[ ]]
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2007 8:02 pm
Sam stared at the blinding digital numbers on his alarm clock, wondering absently how many seconds were left before the clock clicked to 4:15 AM. His chin was perched on the edge of his twin bed and his feet were hitting the wall behind his slanted body. Sam flicked the now beeping clock sooner than he expected, as he kicked the sheets and thin blanket off his legs and leapt to his feet. Sam had been hoping at least for a sound sleep the night before but as his luck ran, he’d had a sleepless night. He rushed about automatically barely realizing what he was doing as he jogged the short distance to the kitchen and poured together powdery mixture that was to be his breakfast and back into the bedroom as the blender churned lazily. Again his thoughts weren’t necessarily elsewhere, but not really focusing on what he was doing. He pulled on a pair of black warm-up pants and stuffed his feet into his running shoes as he dropped lead weights and his swim trunks into the bottom of his expensive looking black back pack. Now ready, he walked back into the kitchen, the backpack held stiffly in his flexed right arm. Sam turned off the blender not bothering with a cup he swallowed the powdery mixture in a few enormous gulps and was out the door the back pack strapped to his back only a few seconds later. The rhythm of his breathing and heart beat pounded in his ears as he easily ran the six miles to the Gym within 45 minutes of his departure. The employee posted at the Gym desk was nodding off in the very slow morning hours when Sam came in a mess of sweat and noise no doubt. The guy snapped to attention and looked from Sam’s bulging heavily sagging back pack, to his rubber lined dog tags, then to the look on his face and seemed relieved that there was a desk between the two of them as he swiped Sam’s Gym and identification card. At 5:03 on the button Sam emerged from the men’s locker room and rinsed himself quickly before turning to the glassy, quiet pool. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes as he approached the edge, and in a flurry of motion he dove expertly into the cool depths. He kicked easily to the surface again and took a breath, letting himself sink back down to the bottom fifteen feet below and pushing up again to take a breath. Such lasted for an hour, before he swam to the lap lanes and did the 89 lap mile sequentially three times. Sam didn’t care that his whole frame shook as he got out of the pool and went back to the Men’s locker room. He tried and failed to convince himself the regime was just his normal work out and not out of the tense nervousness about his meeting at nine with Dr. Mason. He showered slowly letting the warmer water calm his body as he struggled to let his mind relax as well. Once out of the gym he strapped the back pack on again and jogged out the door towards the town that was just starting to come to life at 7: 24. Sam stopped at a small diner and ordered a black coffee and four eggs sunny side up with a side of fruit. The wait seemed too long as he stared blankly out the window beside him. When his order finally arrived he swallowed the coffee instantly and set the cup aside for a re-fill as he started on the eggs. He was halfway through eating the second egg when he realized he didn’t remember eating the first. Scowling to himself and flicking the fork back to plate with a bit more force than necessary he took an unsteady breath. I am Fine. Nothing is wrong, Nothing I’m going to go to this ‘doctor’ and show him just how paranoid Megan is. That I don’t need ‘help’. And that I certainly am not willing to tell him anything! With that and harsh exhale he focused on is eating and managed to enjoy it a little. However, easier said than done. Sam stood outside Dr. Mason’s very expansive apartment and felt his stomach churn unsteadily; he’d showered again after his return trip and had decided to wear black suit pants and a black button down shirt. All truth be told he had no idea what to expect from any of this, and he hated surprises. As he threatened being late he clenched his jaw tight and stepped quickly up the stairs to the door. Every muscle in his body went rigid as a suspension cable as he lifted a shaky hand and knocked twice harshly.
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2007 8:15 pm
"Doctor I swear! I think I'm going to go insane if I don't get her back!" Jeffery Laverton complained as he laid down on the comfortable sofa that was for patients. "It's going to be alright Jeffery, just take it easy! Don't over think all this!" a woman in her late twenties said to him with a reasuring voice.Olivia Mason, for that was the doctor's name, wrote down notes on her black notebook as her 7:30AM patient continued to explain his problem about his sudden break up with his girlfriend of four years. The black ballpoint pen raced through the page as he continued to talk about how he misses her and how much he wants her back. Every second of hearing this, Olivia felt sorry for the guy, although she herself never really felt this way before. She was too busy with her career with helping people to really have time for herself. Just then, Jeffery, her patient, suddenlt burst into tears. Olivia acted quickly. "There there Jeffery. It's going to be alright. I know how much it hurts to lose her, but you will move on. I know this is going to upset you more but I am going to perscribe you some antidepressants for a couple of weeks. And after those two weeks, I want you to schedule an appointment with me," she said, writing down the prescription on one of her notepad papers then giving it to Jeffery. "I'm here to help you Jeffery! You and I are going to get through this together. I will try my best to either get you over Tracy, or in some way, get you two back together! I promise!" she added after she gave him the paper and then smiled at him. "Thank you so much Dr. Mason! See you in two weeks!" Jeffery said in a sulky voice. "Absolutely Jeffery! See you then, try to cheer up alright!" she said with a reasuring smile then opened the door for him. Once he walked out the door, Olivia closed it behind her and then let out a sigh. People are getting more and more depressed by the years. What is this world getting to? she thought to herself as she walked over to her desk and sat behind it on her leather chair. Before even starting to work, Olivia brought a hand up to her temple and massaged it a bit. She then took a deep breath and looked through her memos that her assistant put on her desk earlier. As usual there was a message from her parents telling her that they miss her and all that. And as usual they so happenly mention something about her going on a date for once and that if she doesn't they'll arrange a blind date for her, cruise or not. Olivia smiled at this then put the message with all the others then started at work before her next appointment. Right at 8:30 she heard a knock at the door. Olivia looked down at her watch to check if the time was right. 8:30AM. She didn't have her next appointment with Sergeant Taylor till nine, so who could have been at the door right now? Knowing that it was best to just let the person in, Olivia got out of her chair and walked over to the door, grabbing hold of the doorknob then opening it. Standing right in front of her was her 9AM appointment. Well this is something! He's very early! Olivia placed a small smile on her face. "Good morning Sergeant, come on in!" she said to him then stepped aside to let him enter.
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2007 8:32 pm
Sam caught himself before he let his mouth hang open, and glanced at the street address beside the door, it was the same, at always, it was a bad sign if Sam forgot something, but just in case “You obviously know me, but I can’t say the same Ms…?” He let the bite slide into his every syllable not really caring if he pissed off the guy’s secretary. Though Sam couldn’t help but notice the secretary’s nice shape as she stood in the door way, not to mention her taste in clothes. But despite the very nice welcome Sam was just as unwilling and just as unhappy to be here as ever if not more now that there was no turning back.
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2007 8:41 pm
Olivia raised an eyebrow at the sergeant but continued to smile. At his question, she forced herself to not laugh. "Mason, but I would prefer it if you called me Dr. Mason Sergeant," she replied with her friendly smile. Obviously this man did not know that Dr. Mason was a woman. Heh that's the thing about the english language, you can never know what gender someone is until you see them in person. she thought to herself, remembering her own spanish teacher telling her that when she was in high school ((Hahaha my spanish teacher actually did tell the class this!)). "Now will you be coming in? Or shall we wait till nine to let you in?" she asked him patiently.
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2007 8:53 pm
((lol!))
In one instant Sam’s worst fear and dread were doubled, tripled and quadrupled. Beyond that keeping such emotions from appearing on his face was the last thing he was thinking about, it would have been comical to anyone who knew him and knew how many times in his entire life things this crucial got by him! After a few moments of silence Sam clamped his mouth shut set his eyes and said, a very curt, “Of course.” Then walked past her into the waiting room beyond. If he’d thought he was tense before there was a whole other plane of existence to how on edge he was now. Megan…I’m goanna kill you.
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2007 9:00 pm
Olivia closed the door behind him then walked over to her office. "Please sit down Sergeant," she said indicating the one of the chairs opposite her as she walked over to stand behind her desk, waiting for him to sit before she sat on her chair herself. I have a feeling that this is going to be a bit difficult for him! she thought to herself, then she heard her phone ring. "Please excuse me," she said politely to the sergeant before she picked up the phone. "Dr. Mason, how may I help you?" she said into the reciever.
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2007 9:08 pm
Sam looked at the chair for a moment before he consented to sit and he posed rigid, his back a few inches from the back of the chair as he watched her every move. Sam chewed the inside of his cheek, it was an old habit of his that he reverted to more often than he consciously recognized. He was screaming inside, part of him wanting to break, let everything flow out, give in and do as he was told, but only a small part. Sam didn’t care what Megan did, not at the moment anyway, he wasn’t telling anything to.. a woman, a civilian, someone who could never identify with him on any part of combat life! Pert of him mentioned that he was being too critical and judgmental, after all she was just doing her job. No it was Megan, she planned all of this.
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2007 9:21 pm
"Mhm, alright. I'm free at five. Okay I'll see you then Brenda! Mhm, okay then, take care!" Olivia then placed the phone back down then turned to look at the Sergeant. Once she sat down on her chair, she went to business, taking out a piece of paper that laid on her desk. "My apologies sir. Now I got a letter a few weeks ago from Admiral Jones about having appointments at least once or twice a week with me, but she didn't specify exactly why you shall need it. Now I'm ready to listen to all that is on your mind, but do you by any chance understand why you are put up to this. Seeing as the look on your face shows that you don't want to be here in teh first place Sergeant, if you don't mind me saying," she stated to him, looking down at the typed out letter through her reading glasses.
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