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Kendrix-lamar
Socially awkward penguin
From a shamless (us version) roleplay. Scene between my OC and Philip Gallagher. Written as a one off for the main roleplay.
Ryker after work had still been feeling off with everything going on between him, Ian, and Mickey. His sister had expressed concern with his more clearly depressed attitude. Though he wasn't sure who he could reach out and talk to. He didn't really have any friends left since sobering up. He recalled Lip offering to talk if he ever needed to so he figured why not try and reach out. Something had to be done because he wasn't getting better by hiding out in his room. He pulled out his phone texting Lip.
Ryker: [Hey….you free to shoot some hoops?] It be easier to guise needing to talk with some kind of hangout session. He was okay at playing basketball. He felt his phone go off and saw the response.
Lip: [Uh sure I'm free. I got a ball I can bring. Where we meeting?]
Ryker: [The park near by your place, that shady park, may not have nets on the hoops but it's close to both of us]
Lip: [Sure, see you there soon]
With that Ryker changed out of his hoodie and pants from work to some gray gym shorts and a loose black tank top. He grabbed his board glad his mom was home for the night. As he went out of his room his sister and mom were in the living room "going to the park to shoot some hoops I'll be back" he called simply as he headed out.
"Be safe! Love you!" Amber called glad to see her brother at least getting out of the house. She had been worried about him lately. He wouldn't tell her what was going on and knew drinking only triggered his depression.
The park wasn't a far trip for either of the boys. Lip was curious about the sudden request from Ryker to hang out. He wondered if had to deal with Ian. When he arrived to the park he saw Ryker had beat him mainly because the other has used his skateboard. He walked onto the courts the sun still setting but like Ian being out late in Southside didn't worry him. "Hey didn't know you play ball" Lip said.
Ryker shook his head "eh really haven't since my high-school days. But needed the time out of the house you know?" He asked. Lip bounced the ball a bit "I get that. I'm not really a big player myself but I was glad to get out of the house a bit myself. So do you actually wanna play a game?" He asked.
"We can just shoot some hoops for a bit. Maybe play a bit one on one" ryker shrugged. Lip nodded "sounds good to me" he shot the ball at the hoop missing and laughed "I'm pretty rusty."
The other grabbed the ball and bounced it a bit. Ryker then attempted a shot and made it "still got it" he chuckled getting it going to make another. The two made their shots in silence for a bit going back and forth. Ryker looked Lip "what's going on your end to make you need to get out?" He asked. Lip looked over "mickey is practically living with us. Guess he's avoiding his dad who wants him to marry some Russian hooker." Lip explained. Ryker pressed his lips together "sounds like Terry….but dont blame ya for needing to be away from that" He said and continued to shoot hoops. Eventually Lip spoke back up "so um haven't seen you around in a bit….everything cool between you and Ian?" He asked finally what had been in on his mind. Ryker took a deep breath holding the ball "yes…..no….honestly I have no fucking clue. I don't want to say much but um….some things happened between us. It was a mistake and just I don't know made it awkward. I just don't see how he thinks Mickey is worth his time" he admitted tossing a shot and missed it.
"Yeah fucking beats me." He said grabbing the ball "I wish I could understand and explain it but I really can't. Part of it may just be how long they've known each other but sometimes I wonder. Trust me though that night you two met he looked so genuinely happy and I never quiet seen that with him and Mickey but there is this toxic attraction I guess…." Lip took another shot making it. Ryker went for the ball grabbing it tossing it back. Hearing Lip affirm Ian had seemed genuinely happy the night they met struck a certain pain in him.
"How do you do it Lip? I mean we're similar you and I. Both helping with mentally ill siblings….and parents that aren't really doing their part. How do you handle it?" Ryker asked watching Lip take another shot making it again. "Sometimes it beats me how I do it….I mean don't have the healthiest coping skills. I've been told I had a drinking issue" he shrugged putting the ball aside so he could take a cigarette break. "I guess I just do it….I do have people I know I can go to and that has helped." Ryker followed his lead taking out one of his own he lit it and sat down for a moment "Hmm I can relate to that too, the drinking problem." He clarified. "Plus a brief struggle with pills….I just don't really have those people i can talk to." Ryker replied.
"You're talking to me aren't ya?" Lip asked with a grin lighting his cigarette sitting down. Ryker slowly blew out some smoke after taking a drag "I guess I am" he chuckled.
"So lay it on me. Don't worry I've heard it all and I won't tell Ian what you said. He doesn't even know we're hanging out" Lip assured the other. Hearing that made Ryker feel more at ease. He had no reason to not believe Lip. "Ian and I hooked up" he suddenly blurted out. "We didn't mean to….I'm pretty sure he wasn't in the right state if mind and I don't know….I just went for it and I've felt like shit since. One because I didn't realize what he was dealing with and two because it only cemented my feelings for him."
Lip looked to the other "damn…." He said taking in the information. "Okay yeah makes sense but listen you can't feel entirely bad for not realizing that. I know Ian when he's like that he's usually acting on things he wants and I know he has feelings for you. I can't be sure but the hook up was probably mutal" Lip said though suddenly the tension he saw Ian having around Mickey made a lot of sense. "The feelings part honestly I wish I knew what to tell you but Mickey is the hard part of the situation" he said taking a drag from his cigarette. "You never really told me what happened between you and mickey."
Ryker scoffed "a lot….but to condense the story. Of course it was a toxic relationship if you could even call it that because he refused to even wanting to say he was in a relationship. At the time I was still kinda out there making bad choices….had a lot going on home. A mother on pills, my sister just not handing it well....other things too and Mickey was a great distraction. He only encouraged my drinking at the time and my habit of stealing cars….one night he pushed and pushed for me to take a car that I wasn't comfortable with. I refused so he kept getting to take down drinks till I gave in. Took the car drunk….way too drunk and was taking it for a spin with him….um I don't remember much from there but what I was told I was found in the wreckage of the car….Mickey had left. So yeah ended up in juvie." He explained as he worked on the cigarette.
Lip looked to him shaking his head "damn fucked up I mean I knew he was fucked up….but still." He sighed "I can understand why you don't like him." He nodded "I wish I was good at advice man but I think if you stick to Ian's side he might see that he does deserve better. At least I'd hope so because I want better for my brother."
Ryker looked to the sky a bit "it fucking hurts just standing by. I can manage friends but I can't just sit by and hope for the best ya know?" He asked.
Lip nodded "no I get that. I do. Then just be a friend. Find some hook ups or whatever you want in the meantime. Don't torture yourself over these feelings ryker. You're a good guy and you do deserve someone good." He told him. Ryker nodded not sure how that would go but he had considered trying to move on emotionally speaking if Ian was going to stick to Mickey. He finished his cigarette needing a break from all the heavy talk. "Wanna go for a one on one game?" Lip grinned at the question and finished his own cigarette "Oh yeah sure you're on" he nodded getting up.
Ryker took the ball and the two started up a game. It was fairly back and forth. The heat of the night made Ryker pull off his shirt at one point in the game. The two continued till ultimately Ryker won. It was officially dark and the dim lights of the park were on by the time they called the game. He grinned "hell yeah!" He chuckled. Lip stood catching his breath chuckling as well "good shit. You know we can hang out whenever sometimes it's good to get out of it and grab a break from it all." He told him. Ryker nodded catching his breath feeling a reprieve from the recent bout of depression thanks to Lip. "I couldn't agree more. Thanks man" he said. Lip nodded "sure don't sweat it." He wiped at his forehead.
"My brother isn't an easy one to understand. Sometimes I think he simply enjoys the conflict with Mickey. We were raised around conflict, violence and the such so it's kinda normal if that helps understand things." Lip offered Ryker. The other man grabbed his shirt off the ground "I can understand that in a sense…." He sighed feeling a bit tired for once. While he had been depressed and spending a lot of time he hadn't been properly sleeping. "Well I probably should go, gotta watch over my sister tomorrow since it's the weekend." He said.
Lip nodded "yeah no problem….just let me know if you wanna hang again or just need to talk." Ryker offered a soft smile "yeah….same to you. I may not be great at advice either but at least we have some common ground." He moved putting on his shirt and went to grab his board. Lip gave a smile back and nodded "I will keep that offer in mind." Lip assured. Ryker got onto his board"Night Lip, I'll see you around."
"Night" Lip responded and headed off.
Ryker after work had still been feeling off with everything going on between him, Ian, and Mickey. His sister had expressed concern with his more clearly depressed attitude. Though he wasn't sure who he could reach out and talk to. He didn't really have any friends left since sobering up. He recalled Lip offering to talk if he ever needed to so he figured why not try and reach out. Something had to be done because he wasn't getting better by hiding out in his room. He pulled out his phone texting Lip.
Ryker: [Hey….you free to shoot some hoops?] It be easier to guise needing to talk with some kind of hangout session. He was okay at playing basketball. He felt his phone go off and saw the response.
Lip: [Uh sure I'm free. I got a ball I can bring. Where we meeting?]
Ryker: [The park near by your place, that shady park, may not have nets on the hoops but it's close to both of us]
Lip: [Sure, see you there soon]
With that Ryker changed out of his hoodie and pants from work to some gray gym shorts and a loose black tank top. He grabbed his board glad his mom was home for the night. As he went out of his room his sister and mom were in the living room "going to the park to shoot some hoops I'll be back" he called simply as he headed out.
"Be safe! Love you!" Amber called glad to see her brother at least getting out of the house. She had been worried about him lately. He wouldn't tell her what was going on and knew drinking only triggered his depression.
The park wasn't a far trip for either of the boys. Lip was curious about the sudden request from Ryker to hang out. He wondered if had to deal with Ian. When he arrived to the park he saw Ryker had beat him mainly because the other has used his skateboard. He walked onto the courts the sun still setting but like Ian being out late in Southside didn't worry him. "Hey didn't know you play ball" Lip said.
Ryker shook his head "eh really haven't since my high-school days. But needed the time out of the house you know?" He asked. Lip bounced the ball a bit "I get that. I'm not really a big player myself but I was glad to get out of the house a bit myself. So do you actually wanna play a game?" He asked.
"We can just shoot some hoops for a bit. Maybe play a bit one on one" ryker shrugged. Lip nodded "sounds good to me" he shot the ball at the hoop missing and laughed "I'm pretty rusty."
The other grabbed the ball and bounced it a bit. Ryker then attempted a shot and made it "still got it" he chuckled getting it going to make another. The two made their shots in silence for a bit going back and forth. Ryker looked Lip "what's going on your end to make you need to get out?" He asked. Lip looked over "mickey is practically living with us. Guess he's avoiding his dad who wants him to marry some Russian hooker." Lip explained. Ryker pressed his lips together "sounds like Terry….but dont blame ya for needing to be away from that" He said and continued to shoot hoops. Eventually Lip spoke back up "so um haven't seen you around in a bit….everything cool between you and Ian?" He asked finally what had been in on his mind. Ryker took a deep breath holding the ball "yes…..no….honestly I have no fucking clue. I don't want to say much but um….some things happened between us. It was a mistake and just I don't know made it awkward. I just don't see how he thinks Mickey is worth his time" he admitted tossing a shot and missed it.
"Yeah fucking beats me." He said grabbing the ball "I wish I could understand and explain it but I really can't. Part of it may just be how long they've known each other but sometimes I wonder. Trust me though that night you two met he looked so genuinely happy and I never quiet seen that with him and Mickey but there is this toxic attraction I guess…." Lip took another shot making it. Ryker went for the ball grabbing it tossing it back. Hearing Lip affirm Ian had seemed genuinely happy the night they met struck a certain pain in him.
"How do you do it Lip? I mean we're similar you and I. Both helping with mentally ill siblings….and parents that aren't really doing their part. How do you handle it?" Ryker asked watching Lip take another shot making it again. "Sometimes it beats me how I do it….I mean don't have the healthiest coping skills. I've been told I had a drinking issue" he shrugged putting the ball aside so he could take a cigarette break. "I guess I just do it….I do have people I know I can go to and that has helped." Ryker followed his lead taking out one of his own he lit it and sat down for a moment "Hmm I can relate to that too, the drinking problem." He clarified. "Plus a brief struggle with pills….I just don't really have those people i can talk to." Ryker replied.
"You're talking to me aren't ya?" Lip asked with a grin lighting his cigarette sitting down. Ryker slowly blew out some smoke after taking a drag "I guess I am" he chuckled.
"So lay it on me. Don't worry I've heard it all and I won't tell Ian what you said. He doesn't even know we're hanging out" Lip assured the other. Hearing that made Ryker feel more at ease. He had no reason to not believe Lip. "Ian and I hooked up" he suddenly blurted out. "We didn't mean to….I'm pretty sure he wasn't in the right state if mind and I don't know….I just went for it and I've felt like shit since. One because I didn't realize what he was dealing with and two because it only cemented my feelings for him."
Lip looked to the other "damn…." He said taking in the information. "Okay yeah makes sense but listen you can't feel entirely bad for not realizing that. I know Ian when he's like that he's usually acting on things he wants and I know he has feelings for you. I can't be sure but the hook up was probably mutal" Lip said though suddenly the tension he saw Ian having around Mickey made a lot of sense. "The feelings part honestly I wish I knew what to tell you but Mickey is the hard part of the situation" he said taking a drag from his cigarette. "You never really told me what happened between you and mickey."
Ryker scoffed "a lot….but to condense the story. Of course it was a toxic relationship if you could even call it that because he refused to even wanting to say he was in a relationship. At the time I was still kinda out there making bad choices….had a lot going on home. A mother on pills, my sister just not handing it well....other things too and Mickey was a great distraction. He only encouraged my drinking at the time and my habit of stealing cars….one night he pushed and pushed for me to take a car that I wasn't comfortable with. I refused so he kept getting to take down drinks till I gave in. Took the car drunk….way too drunk and was taking it for a spin with him….um I don't remember much from there but what I was told I was found in the wreckage of the car….Mickey had left. So yeah ended up in juvie." He explained as he worked on the cigarette.
Lip looked to him shaking his head "damn fucked up I mean I knew he was fucked up….but still." He sighed "I can understand why you don't like him." He nodded "I wish I was good at advice man but I think if you stick to Ian's side he might see that he does deserve better. At least I'd hope so because I want better for my brother."
Ryker looked to the sky a bit "it fucking hurts just standing by. I can manage friends but I can't just sit by and hope for the best ya know?" He asked.
Lip nodded "no I get that. I do. Then just be a friend. Find some hook ups or whatever you want in the meantime. Don't torture yourself over these feelings ryker. You're a good guy and you do deserve someone good." He told him. Ryker nodded not sure how that would go but he had considered trying to move on emotionally speaking if Ian was going to stick to Mickey. He finished his cigarette needing a break from all the heavy talk. "Wanna go for a one on one game?" Lip grinned at the question and finished his own cigarette "Oh yeah sure you're on" he nodded getting up.
Ryker took the ball and the two started up a game. It was fairly back and forth. The heat of the night made Ryker pull off his shirt at one point in the game. The two continued till ultimately Ryker won. It was officially dark and the dim lights of the park were on by the time they called the game. He grinned "hell yeah!" He chuckled. Lip stood catching his breath chuckling as well "good shit. You know we can hang out whenever sometimes it's good to get out of it and grab a break from it all." He told him. Ryker nodded catching his breath feeling a reprieve from the recent bout of depression thanks to Lip. "I couldn't agree more. Thanks man" he said. Lip nodded "sure don't sweat it." He wiped at his forehead.
"My brother isn't an easy one to understand. Sometimes I think he simply enjoys the conflict with Mickey. We were raised around conflict, violence and the such so it's kinda normal if that helps understand things." Lip offered Ryker. The other man grabbed his shirt off the ground "I can understand that in a sense…." He sighed feeling a bit tired for once. While he had been depressed and spending a lot of time he hadn't been properly sleeping. "Well I probably should go, gotta watch over my sister tomorrow since it's the weekend." He said.
Lip nodded "yeah no problem….just let me know if you wanna hang again or just need to talk." Ryker offered a soft smile "yeah….same to you. I may not be great at advice either but at least we have some common ground." He moved putting on his shirt and went to grab his board. Lip gave a smile back and nodded "I will keep that offer in mind." Lip assured. Ryker got onto his board"Night Lip, I'll see you around."
"Night" Lip responded and headed off.
Kendrix-lamar
Socially awkward penguin
From a 20s Era gang rp. Idea was gang leader with an undercover cop
It was just another day hanging out at the bar, full of laughter, games of poker, and lots of drinks. At least for Leonard's patrons. Leo personally didn't partake in the alcohol he sold illegally thanks to prohibition. He wasn't even happy he was selling it but it was what the people wanted, a stiff drink and a good fuck. Which he could supply both.
Leo personally always was one to be involved in the action, unlike many gang leaders who stuck to the shadows. Which is probably why he was so well liked. That particular day had brought in heavy storms which meant good business as no one really wanted to leave. Leonard didn't care as long as things didn't get out of hand. Which he had no problem having his goons handle.
His personal gang, The Westsiders, was a growing one and popular one. Leonard had the personal belief of take from the rich and give to the poor. Anyone who was willing to gamble their money away in addiction deserved to loose it in his mind.
While he entertained a group of his higher end clients letting them sample his newest brew he hadn't been aware of the newer face that had been frequenting his bar.
The bartender smiled seeing the man he only knew as Joe come up. He shrugged "dunno gotta ask boss man. Lucky for you he's here" he pointed to Leonard. The younger looking man had his jet black hair slicked back, wearing a simple white button up and black slacks. Paulie looked to Joe "I'm sure you can ask him." He said knowing his boss was pretty open especially for factory workers who had been laid off. He let out a whistle which got Leo's attention. Paulie waved over his boss.
"Excuse me gentlemen. Take your time sampling." He gave a wide smile before coming over to the bar. "What's up Paulie?" He asked. "Joe here, he's been a good customer as of late. Poor fellow lost his job and looking for some work" he mentioned.
Leonard's blue eyes settled on the other man "is that so? Well Joe what kinda work you looking for?" He asked.
It was just another day hanging out at the bar, full of laughter, games of poker, and lots of drinks. At least for Leonard's patrons. Leo personally didn't partake in the alcohol he sold illegally thanks to prohibition. He wasn't even happy he was selling it but it was what the people wanted, a stiff drink and a good fuck. Which he could supply both.
Leo personally always was one to be involved in the action, unlike many gang leaders who stuck to the shadows. Which is probably why he was so well liked. That particular day had brought in heavy storms which meant good business as no one really wanted to leave. Leonard didn't care as long as things didn't get out of hand. Which he had no problem having his goons handle.
His personal gang, The Westsiders, was a growing one and popular one. Leonard had the personal belief of take from the rich and give to the poor. Anyone who was willing to gamble their money away in addiction deserved to loose it in his mind.
While he entertained a group of his higher end clients letting them sample his newest brew he hadn't been aware of the newer face that had been frequenting his bar.
The bartender smiled seeing the man he only knew as Joe come up. He shrugged "dunno gotta ask boss man. Lucky for you he's here" he pointed to Leonard. The younger looking man had his jet black hair slicked back, wearing a simple white button up and black slacks. Paulie looked to Joe "I'm sure you can ask him." He said knowing his boss was pretty open especially for factory workers who had been laid off. He let out a whistle which got Leo's attention. Paulie waved over his boss.
"Excuse me gentlemen. Take your time sampling." He gave a wide smile before coming over to the bar. "What's up Paulie?" He asked. "Joe here, he's been a good customer as of late. Poor fellow lost his job and looking for some work" he mentioned.
Leonard's blue eyes settled on the other man "is that so? Well Joe what kinda work you looking for?" He asked.
Kendrix-lamar
Socially awkward penguin
From a modern roleplay. Idea was new therapist meets a criminal vampire and is trying to help him change his ways after centuries of crime.
Killian would be lying if he had said his first day was starting off good. When he started schooling to become a psychologists practicing his study in a prison wasn't really what he had in mind. Even so it wasn't like he resented the opportunity he had found it just was harder than he anticipated. His time studying and shadowing others in his profession people more than often came to the offices voluntarily seeking and wanting help. Here in prison it was much different. So far the few cases he had the men simply just blew him off, he couldn't quiet blame them most felt it was pointless when they were serving such long sentences. Plus he was new he wasn't going to simply gain trust at first glance. No prison had hardened these men and so did the lives they held before being convicted of their crimes.
He sighed as he walked down the staff hallways pushing his black rimmed glasses up his nose. One of the sides tapped together, some form of regret sat in his mind for not getting them fixed before his first day. Though really he wasn't trying to impress the imates most he was sure thought he was just some privileged kid doing charity work. Even if that was far from the truth he understood their apprehension towards him. No one trusted the system, not even him which was ironic now that he was working in that system. He looked down at the files in his hand labed 'Krazter Jäger' it was quiet thick and it was the file he had studied the most when he first got in early that morning.
The warden warned him that the man was dangerous but their other hired psychologists refused to see him anymore so someone had to and that someone was him. Killian was very much made aware of the crimes the other man was in for and the fact he was a vampire. That fact intrigued him the most, he never actually met a vampire. He knew that society didn't accept them and thought them all as armed bombs waiting to essentially explode. They were treated like third class citizens and barley that at times which didn't sit right with him. Even given their altered state they were still people in his mind. So meeting one he hoped maybe to clear up what was fact and what was fiction from what was put out on media outlets about vampires and about the famous killer himself.
Going to treat a known prolific serial killer wasn't actually a daunting task in his eyes. He felt as if everyone deserved a chance for help, and a chance to heal. Maybe it was blind innocence on his part but he didn't care. The man reached a guarded door met by Barney himself. It was their first time meeting and he could tell he was being eyed up by the guard. He stood tall trying to present well though he wasn't very strong which his skinny body gave away. For his first day, beyond orientation the previous day, he wore a deep navy sweater that had a white button up under it paired with black slacks and simple black loafers. His naturally brown hair that had red tones to it was brushed back for once in his life. The pale skin ontop of it all gave away his Irish heritage. His clothes were nothing fancy but it was presentable. He showed his ID badge to the guard "I'm here to see Krazter" he said his voice like a melody when he spoke.
Barney eyed the younger man just as he thought he probably wouldn't last long. "Of course. Remember keep a distance. He may be chained up but he's proven to be a resourceful type." The two may have been on somewhat friendly terms but the guard was very aware to what the man inside the room was capable of. Killian nodded "I've been briefed a dozen and a half times" he assured and that wasn't a joke. The warden, the other psychologists, and guards who were aware of Killian's work detail all warned him about the man he was just about to talk to.
Barney nodded a bit "you've got your hour then. I'll be right here if needed" he assured before unlocking the door. Killian took a bit of a deep breath, nerves mostly because he was still so new at this not so much because of who he was talking to. His deep brown eyes focused in on the orange jump suit infront of him only seeing the back of the other man from the door way. He stepped into the room hearing the metal door thud close behind him once he was clear of its path. He moved to go sit in the other chair putting his files on the table finally coming face to face with the prisoner he had been warned so much about.
He took a moment taking in the others appearance, even with his face scarred there was a haunting beauty about the other, the long blond hair almost seemed out of place. He noted the tattoos but his eyes wandered back to the others face not wanting to stare too much. Sitting face to face with a killer vampire should have installed some form of fear but Killian felt none. He was simply doing his job. "Good afternoon Krazter nice to get to meet you finally, let me introduce myself real quick I'm Killian Alder and I'll be your new appointed psychologists." He said keeping his tone conversational almost like they had already been friends. He had already been warned the other didn't like talking about anything of importance so he figured maybe he could try and break some ice. "I was given some of your artwork you know" he gestured to the file. "While it's graphic you have some amazing talent for drawing" he complimented. He sat back in the flimsy chair he was provided wishing this could take place in a more traditional office. "You know I have to admit I look forward to knowing a vampire as I've never met one.....as someone who hasn't met a vampire can you tell me somethings about vampires? I hate to go off of assumptions produced by media" he offered a soft smile. It really lit up his narrow face well trying to invite the other in for conversation.
Killian would be lying if he had said his first day was starting off good. When he started schooling to become a psychologists practicing his study in a prison wasn't really what he had in mind. Even so it wasn't like he resented the opportunity he had found it just was harder than he anticipated. His time studying and shadowing others in his profession people more than often came to the offices voluntarily seeking and wanting help. Here in prison it was much different. So far the few cases he had the men simply just blew him off, he couldn't quiet blame them most felt it was pointless when they were serving such long sentences. Plus he was new he wasn't going to simply gain trust at first glance. No prison had hardened these men and so did the lives they held before being convicted of their crimes.
He sighed as he walked down the staff hallways pushing his black rimmed glasses up his nose. One of the sides tapped together, some form of regret sat in his mind for not getting them fixed before his first day. Though really he wasn't trying to impress the imates most he was sure thought he was just some privileged kid doing charity work. Even if that was far from the truth he understood their apprehension towards him. No one trusted the system, not even him which was ironic now that he was working in that system. He looked down at the files in his hand labed 'Krazter Jäger' it was quiet thick and it was the file he had studied the most when he first got in early that morning.
The warden warned him that the man was dangerous but their other hired psychologists refused to see him anymore so someone had to and that someone was him. Killian was very much made aware of the crimes the other man was in for and the fact he was a vampire. That fact intrigued him the most, he never actually met a vampire. He knew that society didn't accept them and thought them all as armed bombs waiting to essentially explode. They were treated like third class citizens and barley that at times which didn't sit right with him. Even given their altered state they were still people in his mind. So meeting one he hoped maybe to clear up what was fact and what was fiction from what was put out on media outlets about vampires and about the famous killer himself.
Going to treat a known prolific serial killer wasn't actually a daunting task in his eyes. He felt as if everyone deserved a chance for help, and a chance to heal. Maybe it was blind innocence on his part but he didn't care. The man reached a guarded door met by Barney himself. It was their first time meeting and he could tell he was being eyed up by the guard. He stood tall trying to present well though he wasn't very strong which his skinny body gave away. For his first day, beyond orientation the previous day, he wore a deep navy sweater that had a white button up under it paired with black slacks and simple black loafers. His naturally brown hair that had red tones to it was brushed back for once in his life. The pale skin ontop of it all gave away his Irish heritage. His clothes were nothing fancy but it was presentable. He showed his ID badge to the guard "I'm here to see Krazter" he said his voice like a melody when he spoke.
Barney eyed the younger man just as he thought he probably wouldn't last long. "Of course. Remember keep a distance. He may be chained up but he's proven to be a resourceful type." The two may have been on somewhat friendly terms but the guard was very aware to what the man inside the room was capable of. Killian nodded "I've been briefed a dozen and a half times" he assured and that wasn't a joke. The warden, the other psychologists, and guards who were aware of Killian's work detail all warned him about the man he was just about to talk to.
Barney nodded a bit "you've got your hour then. I'll be right here if needed" he assured before unlocking the door. Killian took a bit of a deep breath, nerves mostly because he was still so new at this not so much because of who he was talking to. His deep brown eyes focused in on the orange jump suit infront of him only seeing the back of the other man from the door way. He stepped into the room hearing the metal door thud close behind him once he was clear of its path. He moved to go sit in the other chair putting his files on the table finally coming face to face with the prisoner he had been warned so much about.
He took a moment taking in the others appearance, even with his face scarred there was a haunting beauty about the other, the long blond hair almost seemed out of place. He noted the tattoos but his eyes wandered back to the others face not wanting to stare too much. Sitting face to face with a killer vampire should have installed some form of fear but Killian felt none. He was simply doing his job. "Good afternoon Krazter nice to get to meet you finally, let me introduce myself real quick I'm Killian Alder and I'll be your new appointed psychologists." He said keeping his tone conversational almost like they had already been friends. He had already been warned the other didn't like talking about anything of importance so he figured maybe he could try and break some ice. "I was given some of your artwork you know" he gestured to the file. "While it's graphic you have some amazing talent for drawing" he complimented. He sat back in the flimsy chair he was provided wishing this could take place in a more traditional office. "You know I have to admit I look forward to knowing a vampire as I've never met one.....as someone who hasn't met a vampire can you tell me somethings about vampires? I hate to go off of assumptions produced by media" he offered a soft smile. It really lit up his narrow face well trying to invite the other in for conversation.
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