Post by Micki. on Jul 29, 2014 4:47:18 GMT -5
A one x one with Orrick and Cassia Briar!
Another rp that has a plot! Cassia Briar is a depressed plumerian, who deals with her depression in a less than stellar way: she takes jobs.. assassination jobs. When an assassination goes awry, Cassia is injured on the job and fails her mandatory psych evaluation at the hospital, leaving the doctors to conclude she's far from mentally stable and quite depressed. She finds herself assigned to group therapy by a court judge, where she meets a rather nice, cheery plumerian named Orrick. No one has found out about her jobs yet, but will she be able to keep it a secret for long?
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Orrick yawned as he sat up in bed. He rubbed his eyes and stared blankly at the wall across from his bed, still not fully awake. Turning the alarm clock on his night stand, he realized, with a shock, that is was nearly 9am. He bolted upright and scrambled to his dresser. The plumerian threw open the second and fourth drawers in the tall dresser across from his bed and grabbed the first t-shirt and pair of jeans that he could. Generally, he wore a suit out, but he was running late and didn't feel like dressing properly. 'Besides, it's more of a personal thing than a professional thing, so it's okay,' he thought, pulling his jeans on over his boxers and hopping on his left foot as he pulled a white sock over the other foot. Orrick ran to the bathroom and quickly brushed his teeth, but still making sure they felt clean.
In no time at all, he was racing out of his home, tugging his shirt on as he jumped into his impala. He turned the keys in the ignition and looked at the clock, which flashed 9:13am. After letting out a long slue of loud curse words, Orrick backed out of his driveway and began his drive to the city. It took nearly forty-five minutes to get from his house in the country to the city, forty-five minutes that he didn't have. The plumerian let out another slue of curse words at this realization and pressed the gas pedal down harder, passing a few cars in the process. Orrick wasn't a reckless driver, but he had been known to get a few speeding tickets from time to time. This was something important, and he needed to get there as soon as possible. It was already almost 9:30am, and he was supposed to be there by 10am. He growled a bit impatiently as he passed another vehicle.
When he finally reached the city, it was 9:37am, which meant he'd shaven about twenty minutes off of the time it took to get there. He must have been going faster than he realized, but Orrick didn't have much of a problem with that. He hadn't been pulled, and now he had time to go get some coffee and make it to his destination. The plumerian made his way to a coffee shop near where he was going, the clock reading 9:44am, and got out of his car. He ordered a hazelnut expresso with three cinnamon sticks and a cinnamon bun. Normally, he didn't have flavored coffee, nor did he normally have cinnamon buns, and Orrick had decided that if he was going to pay a pretty penny for coffee, that it had damn well be good coffee. He realized with a twinge of embarrassment that his t-shirt was somewhat tight, and definitely fit his body rather well, after the young, pretty barista made a comment about it. "It wasn't on purpose, kind of rushed out the door this morning," Orrick mumbled back in reply to her, taking the coffee he was handed.
After receiving his coffee, he went back to his car and got in. Orrick pulled out of the parking lot and drove a little ways up the street before parking yet again. He got out of his car once more and walked briskly towards the door to the building. It was a tall, bland white brick building, and he imagined many of the things that went on inside were just as bland. After all, what can one expect from a psychologist's office? He made it to the front door relatively quickly, partially due to having parked fairly close and partially due to his long legs. He glanced at his wrist watch, which showed 9:56am, and quickened his pace even more as he made his way towards the elevator. He preferred taking the stairs, but today the stairs were not a luxury he could afford.
(Sorry if it's not a great beginning post; it's well passed 5am here, so it might not be the best quality. Please excuse any typos/misspellings. I was thinking maybe she could bump into him or hold the elevator for him or something and meet him before the session. Or she if she can just be there at the session already and they can meet when he gets there.)
Another rp that has a plot! Cassia Briar is a depressed plumerian, who deals with her depression in a less than stellar way: she takes jobs.. assassination jobs. When an assassination goes awry, Cassia is injured on the job and fails her mandatory psych evaluation at the hospital, leaving the doctors to conclude she's far from mentally stable and quite depressed. She finds herself assigned to group therapy by a court judge, where she meets a rather nice, cheery plumerian named Orrick. No one has found out about her jobs yet, but will she be able to keep it a secret for long?
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Orrick yawned as he sat up in bed. He rubbed his eyes and stared blankly at the wall across from his bed, still not fully awake. Turning the alarm clock on his night stand, he realized, with a shock, that is was nearly 9am. He bolted upright and scrambled to his dresser. The plumerian threw open the second and fourth drawers in the tall dresser across from his bed and grabbed the first t-shirt and pair of jeans that he could. Generally, he wore a suit out, but he was running late and didn't feel like dressing properly. 'Besides, it's more of a personal thing than a professional thing, so it's okay,' he thought, pulling his jeans on over his boxers and hopping on his left foot as he pulled a white sock over the other foot. Orrick ran to the bathroom and quickly brushed his teeth, but still making sure they felt clean.
In no time at all, he was racing out of his home, tugging his shirt on as he jumped into his impala. He turned the keys in the ignition and looked at the clock, which flashed 9:13am. After letting out a long slue of loud curse words, Orrick backed out of his driveway and began his drive to the city. It took nearly forty-five minutes to get from his house in the country to the city, forty-five minutes that he didn't have. The plumerian let out another slue of curse words at this realization and pressed the gas pedal down harder, passing a few cars in the process. Orrick wasn't a reckless driver, but he had been known to get a few speeding tickets from time to time. This was something important, and he needed to get there as soon as possible. It was already almost 9:30am, and he was supposed to be there by 10am. He growled a bit impatiently as he passed another vehicle.
When he finally reached the city, it was 9:37am, which meant he'd shaven about twenty minutes off of the time it took to get there. He must have been going faster than he realized, but Orrick didn't have much of a problem with that. He hadn't been pulled, and now he had time to go get some coffee and make it to his destination. The plumerian made his way to a coffee shop near where he was going, the clock reading 9:44am, and got out of his car. He ordered a hazelnut expresso with three cinnamon sticks and a cinnamon bun. Normally, he didn't have flavored coffee, nor did he normally have cinnamon buns, and Orrick had decided that if he was going to pay a pretty penny for coffee, that it had damn well be good coffee. He realized with a twinge of embarrassment that his t-shirt was somewhat tight, and definitely fit his body rather well, after the young, pretty barista made a comment about it. "It wasn't on purpose, kind of rushed out the door this morning," Orrick mumbled back in reply to her, taking the coffee he was handed.
After receiving his coffee, he went back to his car and got in. Orrick pulled out of the parking lot and drove a little ways up the street before parking yet again. He got out of his car once more and walked briskly towards the door to the building. It was a tall, bland white brick building, and he imagined many of the things that went on inside were just as bland. After all, what can one expect from a psychologist's office? He made it to the front door relatively quickly, partially due to having parked fairly close and partially due to his long legs. He glanced at his wrist watch, which showed 9:56am, and quickened his pace even more as he made his way towards the elevator. He preferred taking the stairs, but today the stairs were not a luxury he could afford.
(Sorry if it's not a great beginning post; it's well passed 5am here, so it might not be the best quality. Please excuse any typos/misspellings. I was thinking maybe she could bump into him or hold the elevator for him or something and meet him before the session. Or she if she can just be there at the session already and they can meet when he gets there.)
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