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       #Post#: 118--------------------------------------------------
       Voices [7/25/17]
   DIR By: Nera Quinn
       Date: July 25, 2017, 8:22 pm
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       Headphones around her neck, hard rock pumping out of them where
       they circled, Nera wandered into the psychology classroom,
       rolling a piece of Apache Tear between her fingers. Full of
       frenetic energy, she paced around the room, traced spines of
       books and shimmied to her music, a bob in her head and a wiggle
       in her hips. Tight black pants clung to her hips and thighs, but
       fell loose around her calves and over her knee high boots. Her
       long sleeved tee covered her back, her arms and most of her
       torso, but for a heart shaped keyhole. Her hair was tied back
       from her face with a silver scarf, and her throat was encased in
       a thick leather choker. Her hands were also covered in sleek
       leather gloves, much like her collar.
       Out loud, the girl wondered, "I wonder who else I get to
       tolerate in this class. And I wonder if this teacher is legit,
       or the quack, "Medicine For Everything" sort. If she's that
       second one, I won't be learning much." Muttered the young woman,
       a goth-y look about her, from the intense focus behind the eyes
       that could shift quickly to boredom and pity, to the
       'take-no-shit' slash of her full lips. Meh
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       Re: Voices [7/25/17]
   DIR By: Elena Ravenwood
       Date: July 25, 2017, 8:59 pm
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       "And if your professor was more the later would you seek a
       different class?". The soft voice echoed through the room, quiet
       yet still clear even over the music pumping from the headphones.
       A click of heels against the tiled flooring, oddly originating
       not near the door but the desk atthe front of the room.  Upon
       inspection a Raven haired woman stood leaning against the desk.
       Her hair tumbled down her mid-back, a stark contrast to the
       blood red top that hugged her curves that she wore.  Still she
       was put together with an air of professionalism.
       The woman raised herself up and took a few steps towards the
       young woman in the classroom.  Crimson eyes took in the girl,
       although a keen eye could see there was more to the womanzs gaze
       than just mere observation.  As she approached the smell of
       citrus strengthened.  It was clear this was the keeper of this
       room.  A mischievous look crossed her features as she spoke
       again.  [Color=crimson]"You can make the decision for yourself
       as to her legitimacy, even with my opinion I would not look to
       bias your views.[/color]. A smile played at her lips.
       [Color=crimson]"As for introductions.  I am Elena Ravenwood.
       Professor of Psychology."[/color]
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       Re: Voices [7/25/17]
   DIR By: Nera Quinn
       Date: July 26, 2017, 11:41 am
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       Studying the professor, head tipped one way, hip shot the other,
       the young woman shot off at the mouth. [B][color=limegreen]"Nah.
       I'd keep silent in the back of the room, do my time to get
       credit for the course, and then move the fuck on. Meanwhile,
       reading every book you had available and learning what I wasn't
       from you."[/b] A graceful hand made a shooing motion, as if
       waving away an annoying insect. [B][color=limegreen]"I hate
       doctors, I hate medication, and I especially loathe anyone who
       believes in fixing a person with drugs until they're too numb to
       feel anything or just shut the fuck up about it."[/b]
       She crossed her arms in front of her chest.
       [B][color=limegreen]"So, what is it, Teach? Do you actually know
       your shit, or are you useless?"[/b] Asked the girl bluntly, a
       hand pulling a clove from behind her ear, putting it to her lips
       and with a flick of fingers, lighting it. With a clean inhale,
       the scent of burning clove perfumed the air, blending strangely
       well with the citrus and spice already present.
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       Re: Voices [7/25/17]
   DIR By: Elena Ravenwood
       Date: July 26, 2017, 3:19 pm
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       A sly smile played on the older woman's lips as the young woman
       before her spoke.  "Well whether you deem my teaching worthy of
       attention or not the books within these walls will be free for
       your use as long as you are a student here.  I have several
       copies of most, so don't worry about taking them and keeping
       them for a while."
       As the girl before her continued Elena nodded understandingly.
       She wove her fingers together for a moment as she thought.  "As
       I said, only you can truly deem whether I am useless or
       beneficial as a teacher to you.  However I can promise that I
       know what i speak of.  I was observed many an interaction of the
       human heart and mind in my years.  Their allure is what brought
       me to dwell where I do now."  A light frown crossed her face as
       she thought.  "To medicate and cut out all the pain denies the
       human experience.  How does one live or truly feel joy if
       they've never felt or overcome pain.  Choosing to dull one dulls
       the other.  Anyone who wishes that is not welcome in my
       classroom."  She said in all seriousness.  The demoness enjoyed
       the human mind, and any attempt to dull that was akin to a sin
       in her mind.
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       Re: Voices [7/25/17]
   DIR By: Nera Quinn
       Date: July 26, 2017, 8:10 pm
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       The younger woman smirked. [B][color=limegreen]"You're one step
       ahead of a couple of other teachers I know. Only medicating I do
       is alcohol on occasion and a little illicit here and there. Acid
       is a fun ride."[/b] Said the young woman as she turned to pick
       out a few books. Around 7-10 books found their way into her
       hands rather quickly.
       When she turned to look back at the teacher, her chin tilted up,
       pride bordering on arrogance in that motion.
       [B][color=limegreen]"Are humans experiments to you? Tools and
       things to move around a chess board. Cuz I'll warn you now,
       Professor, I'm not gonna react well if you start playing me like
       a pawn. Just because I'm a human doesn't mean I'll bow down,
       take your or anyone else's shit, or doff my cap. I'm hear to
       learn, but if I think I've been mindfucked, I'll retaliate so
       damn fast, you will think you have become the fucking
       Exorcist."[/b]
       Abruptly, the young Mage sat down. [B][color=limegreen]"How do
       you think the occult and psychology intersect? Do you think that
       they do? What are your experiences with MPD?"[/b] Out came a
       notebook and pen, and Nera sat poised to write.
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       Re: Voices [7/25/17]
   DIR By: Elena Ravenwood
       Date: July 27, 2017, 5:12 am
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       The woman smiled as Nera gathered up a side handful of books
       from the shelves.  One this eager to lean always found
       themselves in a fond light.  At the first series of questions
       Elena shook her head.  [Color=crimson]"I do not see humans as
       expirements.  Ll admit to being intrigued and almost enraputred
       by the human condition, but certainly do not wish to play chess
       master.  Demons and angels are not immune to it either.  I
       merely like to observe and offer guidance where I can."[/color]
       As the notebook came out the older woman leaned against the desk
       prepared to answer.  [Color=crimson]"I do believe the occult and
       psychology are intimately related.  Even if you look back to the
       fathers of the science many of them dabbled in the occult.
       Freud, Jung, even others expirements often took them to the
       occult.  One even researched thought transference.  As for MPD.
       I have seen a handful of cases. They are always different and
       unique.  Some are the results of someone being pressed to far
       and some are a harmonious balance from the start."
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