Posts by michael jones !

the recent death of hospitalpatient. it had emotionally hit the other members hard, especially jailbreak. he could kind of just tell. and it hadn't not effected him, he was just used to loss and plus the other and him hadn't interacted all that much. but at one point the idea of holding therapy sessions had been made in passing, as a joke, and he'd thought about the idea of holding some but then passed it off as just that. a joke. but now with the recent passing of the medic he deemed that it might not just be a joke anymore, but a sensible idea.

so here he stood near the mossy rock, waiting for someone to maybe approach him about one. he couldn't force the sessions onto anyone, but he held the offer out to everyone in the group. he wasn't a professional in this field, but he had both killed others, and lost those close to him, so he thought he had a decent catch on life. so he'd just sit here and wait.

// my personal therapy sessions have never panned out (for personal reasons) so these sessions will be solely going by my limited knowledge and personal dealings with this stuff
other notes;
- therapy sessions are offered as private threads
- i may personally deal with heavy stuff, but emotions are something i have trouble with. so michael does to! so he's trying his best here

- title is a reference to black canary offering therapy sessions to young justice /eyes/

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he appears closer to the mossy rock than he normally does, trying to give jailbreak his presence as comfort. but he didn't even really know if it would help the leader. but he really hoped that it would. he just nods along to jailbreak's words, keeping his eyes glued to him.

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god what was he doing? he didn't even really know. but he was looking for jailbreak, having stashed a half bottle of scotch and two glasses for it in a bag he'd found. he was on his way to offer some to the leader so they can have a talk. or something like that. he still didn't know, shit.

// Jailbreak

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he had just stood back while the rest of the family that he knew spoke to him. but when the child asked him those questions, a small frown grew upon his face. "i used to. all of mine were left behind in the world change" his eyes flit away, studying mija and the other children. the hunt was the best part huh? he grins slightly down at the child, "so you don't most enjoy sinking your claws into the skin? hearing their pained cry? or you don't enjoy slitting their throat and watching blood leak from the wound and the life drain from their eyes?" he really hadn't thought like this in a very long time. it almost felt refreshing. maybe seeing deathstroke had done him some good along with these children.

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michael was pretty old now. he'd been through a lot, and he was just really starting out in this new world. but one memory he didn't have, one thing that he was pretty sure that had never happened was that he'd never met another tiger. along with that fact it meant none of his kids had ever been tigers, despite the fact that his favorite body has always been the bengal tiger. so when he was wandering around the swamps that he now called home and spotted a young tiger cub? he got excited. he swiftly makes his way towards the young cub, grinning to her. "hello!"

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he still had no idea why he was here. and the leader didn't exactly seem pleased to see him here, so why not leave? because he's stupid and just an idiot overall. damn. he shakes his bag slightly, giving the other a small grin, "care for a glass of scotch over a nice chat?"

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he was patrolling once again. he was bound to get tired of it by now, right? well he was, but it was still something to just do to pass the time by, so he kept it up every day. plus it was always neat when he'd find people by the border either looking to join or some other important matter. so at the sound of a voice calling out in interest to joining, he eagerly walks up to meet them.

interesting, very very interesting. an owl with fire and antlers? so cool! "welcome! my name is michael, welcome to valhalla."

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he approaches silently, choosing not to say a word. koday had already corrected the child and asked the needed question afterall. he was just here to observe the newcomer and to watch what the child would do with a new face.

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he was tired again. oops. but he showed up, giving a small smile up to jailbreak for some support of some kind. right, his ambassador job. he really did need to get better at that since he had so many clans to visit. and oh, tattoos? that sounded hella cool.

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he was patrolling again. he really needed to break this habit, didn't he? or maybe it was a decent habit to have, since he'd probably be among some of the first responders to any dangerous things lurking on the border. like right now, there's a stranger sitting on the border with an even stranger aura about him. with narrowed eyes he approaches the other, taking cautious steps around him.

"name and business?"

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he just raises an eyebrow and stares the other down. where were the others who were usually on the scenes of greeting strangers at the border? koday usually showed up at some point right?

"your name is of concern to me if you wish to join our ranks. you could be an old enemy of mine or the valhalla's for all i know."[/color]

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