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Dr. Jacob Harland's Office



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10 May 2013, 02:44 AM   #1
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just pretend theres nobody there
Rachelle Eponine Asmosia Timorous Schizotypal | Fugue State | Selective Mutism | Insomnia | Night Terrors Astraphobia. Automysophobia. Hypnophobia. Mnemophobia. Oneirophobia. Pyrophobia. "You are not even an acceptable young lady yet. Whatever dreams you have of obtaining motherhood... is another one of your delusions."

10 May 2013, 02:52 AM   #2
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Jacob sat at his desk, leaving through some of the girls files out of curiousity. How many are here? Why? Are they fixable? After a half-hour of doing absolutely nothing productive, Jacob leaned back in his chair and shut his eyes, sighing contently. You're doing good, Jacob.
Rachelle Eponine Asmosia Timorous Schizotypal | Fugue State | Selective Mutism | Insomnia | Night Terrors Astraphobia. Automysophobia. Hypnophobia. Mnemophobia. Oneirophobia. Pyrophobia. "You are not even an acceptable young lady yet. Whatever dreams you have of obtaining motherhood... is another one of your delusions."

10 May 2013, 02:56 AM   #3
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"Ew.. How unclean." Angelina flicked her forefinger and thumb, dust falling from her hand as she stood in the middle of the empty hall, dirty walls surrounding her. To her it was still not okay for being dirty, leaving herself to wonder who even bothered to clean the place up. Certainly it wasn't her job. She sighed, forehand Her forehead as she walked, coming to a conclusion when she stared forward, curiously glancing over to a room, setting her hands reluctantly to her side, fingers on the hem of her black, polished dress. She nearly folded her hand and cleared her throat, placing on a plastic smile as she looked in. "Hello?"

10 May 2013, 08:52 PM   #4
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Jacob sat with his feet up on the desk and his fingers laced over his chest, eyes shut as he lightly slumbered. When the girl stuck her head in and spoke, Jacob bolted upright and pulled his feet from the desk, knocking over his antique globe in the process. Shit. "Oh, hello there!"
Rachelle Eponine Asmosia Timorous Schizotypal | Fugue State | Selective Mutism | Insomnia | Night Terrors Astraphobia. Automysophobia. Hypnophobia. Mnemophobia. Oneirophobia. Pyrophobia. "You are not even an acceptable young lady yet. Whatever dreams you have of obtaining motherhood... is another one of your delusions."

11 May 2013, 06:46 PM   #5
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Angelina smiled softly as she set her hand politely over her mouth as she stepped in, looking over to the man and blinking. "You must be Dr. Jacob Harland, my name is Angelina." She tipped her dress respectively, pulling herself back up. "Busy, I presume?"

12 May 2013, 05:01 PM   #6
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"Ah, yes, Miss Warth, do come in. I'm not busy." He'd cross his legs beneath the desk, gently pushing his candy dish forwards. "Would you like a hard candy?" His candy bowl had small, individually wrapped butterscotch candies in them, of all different sizes.
Rachelle Eponine Asmosia Timorous Schizotypal | Fugue State | Selective Mutism | Insomnia | Night Terrors Astraphobia. Automysophobia. Hypnophobia. Mnemophobia. Oneirophobia. Pyrophobia. "You are not even an acceptable young lady yet. Whatever dreams you have of obtaining motherhood... is another one of your delusions."

13 May 2013, 12:13 AM   #7
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"Good, I wouldn't want to distract the doctor," Angelina flicked a piece of hair from her shoulder with a smug smile on her face, approaching the candy. "Um, May I ask, are these recently bought or..?" She looked up to him, hand falling to her side. "I would of guessed you'd be busy, huh..."

13 May 2013, 01:44 AM   #8
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"Yes, M'Dear, these came here with me all the way from ____ and have only just been opened." He leaned forwards and took one, unwrapping it and popping the candy into hismouth. "Ah, no laddy, I'm not busy at all." He leaned back, smiling as he once again propped his feet against the desk. "I don't suppose you know this yet, but most of the girls don't like new doctors." Or any doctors, from what I've heard.
Rachelle Eponine Asmosia Timorous Schizotypal | Fugue State | Selective Mutism | Insomnia | Night Terrors Astraphobia. Automysophobia. Hypnophobia. Mnemophobia. Oneirophobia. Pyrophobia. "You are not even an acceptable young lady yet. Whatever dreams you have of obtaining motherhood... is another one of your delusions."

25 July 2013, 09:47 PM   #9
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The doctor is in. Jacob Harland had been working in his other office for the past few days, and so it was nice to finally be back in his normal quarters. Harland leaned back in his chair, looking around the place with a certain awe, a lot of dust had gathered and he just wouldn't have that. Looking down, Jacob noticed that his snow globe was still on the ground, still shattered - a lot like the children at the hospital. He got down onto one knee to pick everything up, collecting the small pieces of glass into a cupped hand, leaving the small figurines to be for now.
Rachelle Eponine Asmosia Timorous Schizotypal | Fugue State | Selective Mutism | Insomnia | Night Terrors Astraphobia. Automysophobia. Hypnophobia. Mnemophobia. Oneirophobia. Pyrophobia. "You are not even an acceptable young lady yet. Whatever dreams you have of obtaining motherhood... is another one of your delusions."

25 July 2013, 10:02 PM   #10
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James walked into the officer, tears running down his face, visibly shaking and silent
with fear. His hands were quivering, and yet, his right arm still held tightly onto the
sharpened crucifix. He couldn't explain why he had it, or what it was, really, but he knew
it meant something to him and so he couldn't just let it go.

He looked down at the doctor and laughed exasperatedly before bursting into tears and
sobbing loudly.

25 July 2013, 10:08 PM   #11
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ooc; sorry for the short post not much to work with XD Harland looked up at the -- ... boy? and shook his head, placing the glass pieces onto the table. "Hello there, son. Would you like a hard candy?"
Rachelle Eponine Asmosia Timorous Schizotypal | Fugue State | Selective Mutism | Insomnia | Night Terrors Astraphobia. Automysophobia. Hypnophobia. Mnemophobia. Oneirophobia. Pyrophobia. "You are not even an acceptable young lady yet. Whatever dreams you have of obtaining motherhood... is another one of your delusions."

3 August 2013, 04:51 PM   #12
Joined: 18 Jul 2013
Posts: 7
OOC: They are now "Guest Poster" so I'm just gonna jump in and pretend he didn't
post-hope that's okay lol.
BIC:
Anastasia walked calmly down the hallway, twirling her umbrella open over her head. She
came to an abrupt stop in front of Dr. Harland's office. She turned on her heels and
placed her hand lightly on the door handle before deciding against just barging in. She
knocked lightly on the door and looked around her at the dark hallway, "And they wonder
why we are all depressed." She mumbled lightly under her breath.
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6 August 2013, 12:48 AM   #13
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Poise. Charm. Start with your left foot, then your right. As Justine walked down the hallway, it was apparent she was an aristocrat, although she was vastly downdressed. Stripped only to a simple slip, petticoat, and actual 'dress', her feminine body was definitely shown in a then obscene way. She stopped at a door. "Jacob Harland." She mouthed, and then something clicked. She opened the door and walked in.

6 August 2013, 12:55 AM   #14
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ooc; i fucking love kate beckinsale oh my god wcw i literally want to have her babies Jacob was sitting at his desk, bent over in a way that surely couldn't be comfortable. He had a quill in his hand and a stack of papers at his side, obviously deep in his work. When he heard the door open he looked up, his reading glasses falling down to rest at the tip of his nose, a smile coming to his features as he shut the file containing the paperwork he'd been doing. He would simply resume his duties later. "Ah, hello. Please - come in."
Rachelle Eponine Asmosia Timorous Schizotypal | Fugue State | Selective Mutism | Insomnia | Night Terrors Astraphobia. Automysophobia. Hypnophobia. Mnemophobia. Oneirophobia. Pyrophobia. "You are not even an acceptable young lady yet. Whatever dreams you have of obtaining motherhood... is another one of your delusions."

6 August 2013, 01:00 AM    #15
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She took an apprehensive step inside, closing the door behind her. "J...Jacob? She asked. Her voice was jittery, wavering, like she was about to cry. She was perfectly sane, yes she was, she just had an unfortunate childhood. Or, at least, that's what she thought. "I...it's me. We spent summers in Normandy together."

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