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Supernatural Rehab

The Group Therapy Room

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a part of Supernatural Rehab, by radioinvader.

Keep your head on your shoulders.

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Group therapy takes place twice a week, on Monday and on Friday. It runs from 10:00am until 11:30am. Lunch will commence and afternoon classes will continue as normal.
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The Group Therapy Room

Keep your head on your shoulders.

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The Group Therapy Room is a part of Algatha Rehab Center.

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Character Portrait: Alistair " Ali " Wattson Character Portrait: Jonathan Hunter
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Ali's fists clenched tightly at the remarks that the others made about his condition. He began to growl but his anger was displaced by one of the mentors talking to him. That was a strange thing that happened when Ali was easily angered by comments he could be easily calmed down for a while at least but if the anger was built over time he could not be calmed so easily the wolf would often take over.

Ali rolled his eyes at being called " mr Wattson " again he stood up quickly the chair he was sitting on pushing back violently almost tipping over but righting itself quickly. Following closely his fists clenched and uncleched tightly he hated any comments about him being a werewolf it was always the case wherever he was people judging his condition and they were bound to have their throats ripped out.

Coming to the therapy room he sat down in a chair his hands clenching on the arms of the chair he glanced around the room then looked at the mentor. " call me Ali...." He spoke his eyes looking at the floor his fingers tapped the arm of the chair anxiously he didn't want the social confrontation of the therapy session people finding out about him and what had happend to him.

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Character Portrait: Tesella Yoshi Venzera
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Tesella

Tesella hesitated at the entrance of the Therapy room. She really didn’t know if she wanted to go in. She knew if she tried to skip it there would be consequences, but really what more could they do than what they already had done. They had her locked up…alone and tired of fighting. She shook her head and entered the room. She looked around and chose a seat, the farthest from the front. She didn’t want to do this…not again.

“Yeah, let’s talk about our feelings…because that has worked SOOOO well so far…” she muttered as she pulled a small worn leather bound book from her bag. In it was handwriting much like her own, but it wasn’t hers, it was that of her mother. The prodigy witch before her. She sighed and shook her head as she zoned into her own world.

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#, as written by Loxley
"Call me Ali." The werewolf that Jonathan had taken to the therapy room said suddenly. Jonathan looked up in surprise, the unlit cigarette still hanging in his mouth. He offered a quiet nod. "Jonathan." He said in reply, though as always, it was more of a muttering than saying it. He had leaned against the wall over by the windows, looking outside at the beautiful weather and the green lawns and trees outside. Most of the time, he liked it here. But today he had a pang, and for a moment, he missed the dusty golden brown fields of Transvaal, South Africa, where he had spent much of his younger life.

He sighed and looked back at the werewolf.
"Don't let 'em get to you." He said, suddenly, uncharacteristically wordy for once. "It's what they want."

Sinking back into silence, he looked up as the noise of "students" or inmates, or whatever they were, could be heard outside. Soon, the door opened and several of them began to filter into the therapy room. Jonathan didn't greet any of them. Instead he just watched them as they entered, remaining standing over by the wall with his arms crossed, and the unlit cigarette hanging out the side of his mouth.

They still had a few minutes more before the group therapy session would start, and Miss Fielding hadn't arrived yet. Jonathan's eyes drifted off into the distance outside, a distanced glimmer in his amber eyes as he thought about his home country once again. Sometimes he hated this place. Sometimes he felt like he'd been thrown into exile, albeit a self-imposed one. Sometimes, sometimes, he wanted nothing more than to go home.

He heaved another sigh, clearing his mind of such thoughts, and looked back into the room where the students began to sit down.

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Character Portrait: Alistair " Ali " Wattson Character Portrait: Jonathan Hunter Character Portrait: Tesella Yoshi Venzera
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Tesella

Tes's ears perked at the words: "Don't let 'em get to you. It's what they want." A guy named Jonathan said to the wolf he was escorting. Tes smiled and shut her book. Maybe all of them weren't self centered jerks after all...She looked at them for a moment before she moved chairs to sit next to them. Time to make some friends. She stuck a long slim fingered hand out for one of them to shake as she put on a friendly smile.

"Hi i'm Tesella...." she said

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Character Portrait: Khael Thera Character Portrait: Collin Eier
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Collin led Khael through the halls quietly. Just happy he was getting attention if even just a little. He was like a puppy in sorts always wanting attention and to be pet....to be loved.
He nodded to Khael at his side as he pushed open the door.
Collin unhooked his arm from Khael's as the scent of everyone's blood rushed into his nose. He hated being in a room full of people, especially when it was a small room.

Collin bit the inside of his cheek closing his eyes as they began to change from a deep blue to a dark brown. He frowned when was the last time he had ate. He pulled a chair closer to him and sat down trying to stay farther from everyone as possible.
Collin brought his hand to his nose covering it slightly.
To anyone that gave him a glance they wouldn't be able to tell what he was doing by covering his nose, probably just thinking her was rubbing his nose,or something of the sorts.
Which in reality if anyone had been watching him since he came in would be able to tell he was trying to stop smelling.

He bit the inside of his cheek again trying to think of something else, another place. He let his mind wander to a couple years from now when he had been in the woods. Not really doing anything just walking. He remembered the way the sun reflected off the trees, the soft chirping of birds. The quiet stomping of squirrels. It had been one of the few moments when Collin actually wanted to stop time.

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Khael

Khael was watching Collin closely. Even if the others didn't appear to notice anything wrong, she did. He was affected by the smell of everyone in the room. She wondered how he felt about the smell of a werewolf. She didn't mind it so much. Her senses were heightened, as well, but she didn't have a bone to pick with the werewolves. Her own smell was natural. Like spring rain, or wind on a mild day. Sweet with an alluring tinge. She knew because it had once been described to her by a mesmerized mortal a time ago. She wasn't sure about her blood. It wasn't like she went about cutting herself to find out what it was. What really bothered her, though, was perfume. She hated it. Though thankfully people didn't really wear it here that she had noticed.

She licked her lips and sat down, pulling up a chair near to Collin. She was rather enjoying the smells of everybody in the room. She shifted in her chair. Of course this was the reason she was here the first place. Zero self control. She couldn't help it. Khael found that the taste of blood was just too good to ignore. What would another supernatural's taste like? Exotic? Powerful? She shivered.

Suddenly an absolutely brilliant idea occurred to her. Oh, this was going to be great. She was a genius. Collin looked as though he was having some trouble controlling himself. What if she... spiced things up a bit? Discreetly, she sliced her tongue open a little on one her teeth before giving a sighing exhale. She used a little magic to help spread the smell. This was going to be boring, but she was going to make it exciting. Nothing like messing with a vampire.

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Character Portrait: Rose Fieldings
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#, as written by Amnesty
Rose entered the therapy room, where she found Jonathan and most of the patients - that's how she referred to them in her mind - who were supposed to be here. She sat down on a chair in the front of the room and looked around. Yes, this would be agonizing. She knew how much they hated to therapy sessions, which is why she preferred not to do them. The other mentors loved making their lives miserable, but she really wished the best for them. And because of that, she had something different in mind.

"Everyone, might I have your attention please?" she started, her voice clear and authorative. "I know that you all hate therapy sessions. You think of them as torture, you find them useless, you regard them as a waste of time. I think, for most of you at least, this is the first time you are in one of my therapy sessions. Today, we will do things a little different. I will not force anyone to talk about anything they do now want to talk about. You can all tell stories of your past if you want to, or you may tell us of your hopes and plans for the future, if you prefer not dwelling on the past. In return, I hope for a little good will from your side - I would hate to sit here all morning listening to the silence."

And after having spoken those words, she took out a small notebook and sat back. "Now, who will do me a favor and start todays session?"

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I followed the others into the dreaded room. I sat in a chair around the out skirts of the room, not next to anyone.
I listened to what the teacher said, and groaned silently. Great. Another one of those 'I'm here to help' teachers.
Something about what she said made some of my blood boil. Literally.

"This is a waste of time, space, energy, and life," I hissed. “I don't think anybody wants to talk about why they were sent to what I like to call 'Fancy Prison.'“ I said kids enough for the others to hear. I don't care what others think of me. Leaning back on my chair, I crossed my legs and my arms, hands clenched into fists.

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Character Portrait: Rose Fieldings Character Portrait: Khael Thera Character Portrait: Rayen Asis
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Rayen slipped into the room alongside a group; inconspicuous. She was nibbling away at a piece of chocolate, many more in her pocket in case things got irritating or intense. Unlike everyone else, she intended to do everything in her power to get the best out of this place. It had taken a while for her to come to that conclusion, but she figured it was for the best. She was here for her own benefit, after all. Thus, she was going out of her way to keep her cool.

Seating herself in a lone chair, she crossed her legs. This is the proper way for a lady to sit, she thought to herself. Prim, proper and aloof. This was how she wanted to be portrayed. She looked around the room in curiosity, narrowing her eyes at this or that person. She was silently judging them all. Her eyes stopped on the Fae. Ugh, she always had this look on her face. As though she was better than everyone else. How irritating. Rayen chomped down on her chocolate, not wanting to let her blood boil.

Deciding it was best to distract herself, rather than let her opinions run wild, Rayen cleared her throat to speak.

"Ah, I do believe that this place will evidently be most helpful actually, Ms. Fieldings," she giggled a little at the end of her sentence. Sucking up might not help, but it definitely made her feel better about her own persona.

"This is after all a place of healing. It is no one's fault but their own if they choose to... wear a band aid, so to speak. Not everyone can be an adult about this," she tried to keep a straight face; she didn't want to appear too stuck up. She was merely stating an opinion, right?

"That said, may I be so bold as to say that outside these walls, I am more than willing to help anyone in any way that I can. Yell my ear off, if you must. I do care, you know. I certainly hope you all open up. I am ever so curious about you all," she smiled a brilliant, white, perfect smile.

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Character Portrait: Rose Fieldings Character Portrait: Alistair " Ali " Wattson Character Portrait: Tesella Yoshi Venzera
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Ali looked over as someone sat down next to him and introduced herself as Tesella, he stared at her hand for a while with an unamused look on his face, but he couldn't help but give a little smirk at her pluck for coming up and talking to him. He pulled his hands away from the arms of the chair that he had been gripping onto since he got into the room. He looked out of the window he sniffed quickly trying to at least try and get a whiff of fresh air. He realised that's what he was missing the outside although if he were to go outside he would try and run mainly on instinct.

Folding his arms tightly he looked quickly to the mentor leading the session and to the people who were talking he probably wouldn't talk in this session he'd leave it for today he didn't want to get involved. Glancing out of the window again he shifted his body in the seat to try and watch everything as well as his ears listening for every sound, he gave a soft whine without even realising it Ali hated when his wolf side leaking out in his human form coming across and whimpers and growls. H didn't mind the growls because they were defensive but the whines were pitiful almost like the aggressive wolf turned docile for a few minutes of the day.

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#, as written by Loxley
Jonathan listened in silence as the therapy session began with Miss Fieldings' entrance, and comments from some of the students.Some of them were stupid brats that needed a wake-up call. Others were seemingly there to learn and grow from the experience. Even Ali, the werewolf, seemed to have already gained something from the rehab, as Hunter caught him actually shaking hands with the girl called Tess. He didn't show it with a single muscle in his face, but there was satisfaction in him, seeing that the boy was learning to function with other teenagers in a normal environment, and not as a werewolf.

Intent on staying in the background and not interrupting Miss fieldings' therapy, Hunter remained quietly standing by the window, content for now with listening and watching as the therapy went on.

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Character Portrait: Rose Fieldings Character Portrait: Alistair " Ali " Wattson Character Portrait: Khael Thera Character Portrait: Emily Tiden Character Portrait: Rayen Asis Character Portrait: Jonathan Hunter Character Portrait: Blake Blair Character Portrait: Tesella Yoshi Venzera
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Khael

"Can I be excused?" said Collin, before jumping up and leaving.

Khael watched Collin leave and pouted. It hadn't quite produced the effect she had wanted. But she did know that he obviously had very little self control and that could still be fun if she could get him to not just run off whenever the smell was too much. She tapped a nail against her leg and sighed lightly. She looked around at everyone as they spoke. Already she was bored. She was turning her head to look at whoever was speaking but she wasn't hearing what was being said. She even ignored the mentor. She tapped her foot on the floor.

She shifted. Then she watched Rayen. The mentor had spoken to her, right? She couldn't recall. Khael suddenly raised her hand.

"Hey, I think we should all leave!" she said brightly. "I've got better things to do." Her grin suggested that those 'better things' might not to apply to anyone laying on the other end of her amusement.

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Being addressed made Rayen think. What did she have to tell everyone else? Nothing particularly interesting, that's for sure. She was mostly a spoiled brat, not that she could admit it to herself. Clearing her throat, she hummed, indicating that she needed to think of something. Nothing was really coming to mind. Besides, she was simply more interested in hearing about others than talking about herself.

Rayen frowned in disappointment as Collin left. People didn't need to be walking out on this... she wondered what could be wrong with him. Poor guy, if he didn't come back then she would probably have to ask how he was. The next time she saw him, of course. Perhaps she'd give him a candy. Probably not though, she was never too keen on sharing.

Her attention momentarily shifted to Khael. There was an insane amount of cheek biting, but alas, Rayen could not hold her thoughts in. She frowned at the Fae, switching her legs so the other was crossed over top.

"I highly doubt that one such as yourself has better things to do. You never do anything of any use to begin with. Perhaps you should save your voice for words that are of interest," Rayen scoffed at Khael, popping a candy into her mouth. She swallowed it quickly, running her tongue over her teeth to make sure no pieces were left behind.

"As for myself... I'm here because I have a history of temper problems... violence... attempted murder... nothing too insane. It isn't an interesting story, really. Once I leave however, I would like to continue my witch training. I want to become a Master Sorceress.... get married... have children... the likes."

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#, as written by Amnesty
Rose listened to the two witches, with whom she felt strangely affiliated. She realized this was probably because they reminded her of herself when she had been younger. She too had struggled for control over her powers. The only reason she managed to do so because she had help from a senior sorcerer. She decided it would be her job to help the new generation now.

"Okay. Thank you for sharing this ladies." She then turned her head toward Khael. "Now, Khael Thera. Perhaps you feel like sharing the reason behind your desire to torment the young vampire that just left? What purpose did it serve to get him all riled up?"

While asking this question, she scribbled two quick notes, which she gave to Rayen and Tesella. "Meet me in my office at three this afternoon, if you'd please.," it read.

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I listened intently on all that was being said. They all have plans... I have nothing. I sighed suddenly, and put my head in one of my hands.
"I've never had anything. No education. No fantasies. No life to live... No love," I muttered, then jerked my head up. Wasn't supposed to say that out loud. Whoops.

I looked down trying to avoid anyone's gaze or eyes. I hope no body starts to feel pity. I hate pity.

Every where I've gone, all that's been given to me is pity. I was sick of it. I seriously think if someone says, ' I feel so bad for you!' I would:
a) Throw up.
b) burst into flames.
c) incinerate every thing within a sixty foot diameter.

I allowed my face to turn stone cold and emotionless again, and crossed my arms, leaving back on my chair.

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Character Portrait: Alistair " Ali " Wattson
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Ali watched as the vampire took off out of the room and another spoke about how he had nothing at all in terms of fantisies and love. Rubbing his hands together he thought about his own family how he watched them die through the small gap in the closet where he was hiding. Even though he was only young he still felt a coward for not trying to protect them even if it ended in his own death.

He ran his fingers through his hair holding it tightly as all the emotions pulsed at him from that day fear, anger, feeling of being trapped. Resting his elbows on his knees he whined softly to himself a few times as a form of comfort as he calmed himself down before the wolf felt the need to unleash itself to protect Ali.

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Khael

Khael narrowed her eyes in annoyance at the mentor. So she had caught on to what she was doing? She didn't linger long on how. The how didn't really matter, simply the fact that it had been done. Well the last thing she was going to do was say anything about her intentions or motives. That was would ruin everything. All her fun down the drain. She shifted in her seat and opened her mouth to retort. Some excuse would do, any excuse.

"I've never had anything. No education. No fantasies. No life to live... No love," muttered one of the girls.

She scowled. She hated being interrupted. She really hated it. She leaned forward suddenly and pointed at the girl, her unnaturally bright blue eyes burning. "You know it's really rude to interrupt," she said. Her lips spread into that painfully wide grin. "Someday you'll run off that filthy mouth of yours to the wrong person and they'll decide that you don't need to live anymore. Then you'll be dead and won't have to worry about your pathetic life."

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Character Portrait: Rose Fieldings Character Portrait: Khael Thera Character Portrait: Emily Tiden Character Portrait: Rayen Asis Character Portrait: Jonathan Hunter Character Portrait: Tesella Yoshi Venzera
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#, as written by Amnesty
Rose sighed and stood up. She very well understood she would get nowhere with her current approach. And thus she decided to try another shift of tactics. She walked over to one of the windows, seemingly looking outside but still seeing her class through the reflection.

"I know none of you are here voluntarily, but you seem to misread our intentions. Or my intentions, at the very least. I am not here to play the warden of a high-security prison. I do not want to keep you prisoner. I still think of the name of this institution as being an ill choice. "Rehab Center" makes it sounds as if it is a clinic. It isn't. It's a school. We are here to help you control your powers, but can only do so if you let us."

She turned around and looked at the Khael.

"You, Miss Thera. You do not want to be here. You long back to your past situation. But, since you are here now, you decided to make the best of it by having fun, even if it makes other peoples lives miserable. And you, Miss Tiden, you believe you have never had anything, and you abhor pity. I am not here to pity you, I am here to help."

Her gaze turned a little darker while talking, and the temperature in the room turned cold.

"You are not the only ones who despise being here. But the thought that I might help you in finding your purpose in life makes it worthwhile. I already offered my help to Tessela and Rayen, so that they may master their abilities. I am willing to help any single one of you, as is Mr. Hunter. You need only ask."

Her gaze turned a little friendlier again now that she was done giving her speech, and gradually the temperature returned to normal as well. "That is all for today's session. If you have any questions, do not hesitate to come to me."

Rose then sat down at the desk and took her notebook, ignoring the students and allowing them to go about their own business.