07-21-2018, 07:57 PM
His day was experimental drugs, group therapy, behavioral therapy, alone time, go to bed. Depended on who was out, but that was the routine they followed. Alone time was split between them, to give everyone equal time fronting. Sometimes someone else was at group therapy, and if it was Dagon, he dragged everyone else down with him.
10:30 to 11:30. Group therapy time. Dimitri heard there were new people today- he was both excited and nervous to meet them. It wasn’t that the people here were.... crazy. (Dimitri didn’t like looked at them that way.) They just needed professional help.
He tried to look his best today for the new people. He tended to look somewhere between dreadful and a bad bitch about to go to town. Really depended on who was out.
He hated Daisy’s dresses, but he had to make her happy.
He spiked up black hair and rubbed his mocha colored skin, reaffirming who was in control. Dimitri. He was Dimitri. He was fine.
The skinny male had odd green eyes and an uncharacteristic piercing in his left eyebrow.
God he hated that thing, but he was too scared to remove it.
He walked into group therapy- it hadn’t started yet but it looked like just about everybody else was already there.
He was asked to introduce himself first.
Your name. Your problem. And one fun fact.
"Um, hi. I’m Dimitri. I have Dissociative Identity Disorder. I have seven other personalities and I like to watch tv."
// tldr it’s group therapy currently, and I thought that was the best situation for everyone to meet in
10:30 to 11:30. Group therapy time. Dimitri heard there were new people today- he was both excited and nervous to meet them. It wasn’t that the people here were.... crazy. (Dimitri didn’t like looked at them that way.) They just needed professional help.
He tried to look his best today for the new people. He tended to look somewhere between dreadful and a bad bitch about to go to town. Really depended on who was out.
He hated Daisy’s dresses, but he had to make her happy.
He spiked up black hair and rubbed his mocha colored skin, reaffirming who was in control. Dimitri. He was Dimitri. He was fine.
The skinny male had odd green eyes and an uncharacteristic piercing in his left eyebrow.
God he hated that thing, but he was too scared to remove it.
He walked into group therapy- it hadn’t started yet but it looked like just about everybody else was already there.
He was asked to introduce himself first.
Your name. Your problem. And one fun fact.
"Um, hi. I’m Dimitri. I have Dissociative Identity Disorder. I have seven other personalities and I like to watch tv."
// tldr it’s group therapy currently, and I thought that was the best situation for everyone to meet in