IT'S A HARD KNOCK LIFE [group therapy au]

[Dimitri]

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"DUPLICATE" DIMITRI

He fucking hated this, and hated even more that he had to be the one to do it. Dagon was not particularly fond of interacting with others, but Dimitri wanted them to go to this, and hopefully the host would take his place.

Dagon stared at Dimitri's face in the bathroom mirror, touching Dimitri's face and pulling on his cheeks. He felt the gap in Dimitri's teeth with his tongue, pulling on different part of the face and feeling it.
Maybe he would never get used to it. Sometimes Dagon wished they had a bag, but really all they had on them was their wallet and Dimitri's hair gel. Dagon wished he had put his contacts in. Dimitri let him buy dark contacts for himself- it helped him look a little more like himself.
All he could do now was flatten Dimitri's fohawk into a more flat style, messing it up and trying to make it hang lower. He didn't like Dimitri's hairstyle- he just wanted it to cover his eyes a little.
Ugh. Ugly.

Dimitri had cocoa colored skin and dark brown, almost black hair. The body was a lanky male's, and Dimitri stood in at a full 6"2'. Dagon pulled on their eyebrow piercing and felt their eyebrows.  They shared green eyes, and Dagon hated those eyes, because they weren't his. They were working on getting color contacts for everyone, but it was going to take some time. As the one that woke up this morning, Dagon decided what they wore. It was too damn cold here- the rec center this was held at in the dead ass of winter was too old and he didn't appreciate it.
Dagon made the body wear a dark sweater with a skeleton's ribcage printed on it, a pair of blue jeans, a grey scarf with a diamond pattern, and a warm hat. Earlier, when he had entered the rec center, Dagon had hidden a bottle of Keystone from home in the sleeves and stuffed his arms in the sleeves. He already planned on drinking it during the meeting. He walked here anyways. He wasn't worried.
Keystone tasted like ass, but it was cheap.

Okay. Let's go. He put the Keystone back in his sleeve.

He went down the hallways to one of the rooms, with the group therapy sign outside. Dagon sighed and walked inside. He waited for people to arrive, eyes wandering over the other bodies in the room, and quickly found the person in charge asking him to start the introductions.

Looks like Dimitri wasn't coming.

Dagon stood up, finally pulling the bottle of Keystone out of his sleeve and waving it around. "Hi everyone, my name's Dagon, and I'm an alcoholic." He forced a smile. "Oh, wrong meeting. Nah- I'm one of eight other alternate personalities. Hi, we have dissociative identity disorder." Divertiemento advised him to start with a joke, and he felt very stupid as he settled down in his chair and opened his bottle with Dimitri's teeth.

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LION-SPIRITED { .:*・°☆ } ——— [size=10pt]info

Truthfully, she didn't know why she was even here. Compared to others, her problems were quite minimal. Yet here she was, sitting in one of the chairs in the large circle, arms folded over her chest. Her narrowed eyes watch the others gathering, taking their seats and waiting for it to begin. A sour expression on her face, she tried to look as unapproachable as possible, obviously not thrilled to be here. There were better things to be doing, in her opinion. This wasn't for her.

But her family had forced her to go, not because they cared, but because they were tired of her 'hissy-fits.' They had sent her in the hopes that she would clean up her act once she came back, be a little more agreeable, as they put it. She was in her twenties, she could have ditched. She didn't have to listen to them anymore, but she still ended up coming, the reason she herself didn't really know. All she knew was that she was doing this for herself, not her sorry excuses for parents.

She lifts her head as her time comes, swiping her bangs out of her eyes with a finger. Her scowl deepens some, but she obliges, deciding she wouldn't bother putting up a fuss. "I'm Ymir. I have some, ah...anger issues." with that, her eyes focus back on her shoe, foot propped up on her knee. "character's speech."

[Fairylights]

―――― Fairy wasn't really sure what she was doing here, the young blonde-haired girl stepping down the hall with her head held high. However, it was no confident stride; it was only a matter of tilting her head up high enough to try and read the signs above the doors in an attempt to navigate her way to the right room. She wasn't really sure the purpose of a group therapy, but she did see the sense in being able to talk about what issues you might be facing in a safe place, where others might be going through the same things that you were. It would be... an odd little community that they'd create, but still... Fairy had her doubts. However, one session didn't hurt. She could see what it was all about, and if it wasn't for her, then that was that.

It took her a while still before she found the right room, pushing the door in with her shoulder and her bodyweight before she skittered in behind it, her gaze ducked low as she glanced at the others that were already there. Wordlessly, quickly, she took a seat in the nearest empty chair, her head slightly ducked still to hide her expression beneath gentle wisps of blonde hair, barely contained back in messy braided pigtails. In silence she sat as the room began to fill, only looking up slightly when Dimitri began to speak. Alternative identities? That sounded exhausting. Fairy did not know what to say in reply, meekly nodding her head to acknowledge the person that had been brave enough to speak up first, taking a breath in as she decided just to get it over with. "T-that's uh... Really cool. I hope they're all nice. I'd like to meet them," Was that the right thing to say? Oh gods above, help her. Ymir was next and she nodded slowly, trying not to consider the possibilties that Fairy would get on her bad side in the slightest. Drawing in what courage she had, she went on next. "Uhm.. I'm Fairy. I.. watched my parents die, I guess."


//ninjaed C:

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