Favorite non-scary horror movie (singular) ever. Didn't like Hannibal at all and thought Red Dragon was good but didn't hold up as well to more viewings as Silence did. Just my two cents. Still I hope I do such an impossibly hard character justice.
Wonderful. But be warned, I will try to portray him as he should be...a monster. A brilliant, arrogant, and deadly evil incarnate. Needless to say, he won't be the standard LJ-buddy type.
The man was convinced that he had overdosed on cocaine, died and awoken in a world where every human being was death. He felt that he was being hunted, even during his therapy.
The poor fellow was simply delusional. Feeling that a suspicious fellow might be after you can sometimes be justified. Feeling that your entire family, your children, and total strangers plan to close in on you and bury you alive is simply paranoia.
What nonsense. The "paranoid ones" live their very lives as a constant "nudge". Their very state is "overdoing it". They are disproportional to the rest of us because their minds turn the world against them. If anyone else nudges them, all they do is justify them and their existence.
Extraordinarily so. I did everything in my power to help him. It took all of my strength to get him to admit to me his family history, his childhood, and his drug addictions. And oh how he would lie and scream at me. He seemed determined to convince me I was plotting to quarter him and throw him to his mother's dogs.
I do not hate, I assure you. Merely keep myself professionally detached in my compassion for them. I have helped some of them find the root of their delusions and fear, and they have come out better for it.
It's a small room four foot height clearance the length around eight feet. The width starts at around fourteen feet but moves in slowly every five minutes. The only lights in the room are when the walls are still when the wall move the lights go off. The person being tested has one small square exit that they can get out of if they are willing to use the tool they are given to make themselves fit.
Ah. *He smiles amused to be looking into such a disturbed, brainwashed young man.*
*Softly* You lie, boy. You lie to yourself, and your father lies to you. You do not teach people to appreciate their lives. That is a narcissistic and vague, empty justification. There's no truth or soundness to it at all. *sneering at him* You don't care whether they emerge with newfound appreciation for their lives or are willing to change. You just want to watch them either die or..."refit" themselves.
*Grins condescendingly* Your fifty minutes are up, young man. Go home to your little "life affirming games". See that you do not become to hung up on playing.
I'm afraid I would not know, madam. The man seems to have vanished. He certainly has not been making his appointments. A shame really, I'm afraid his therapy was moving slowly. Not a good time for him to run.
How terribly unfortunate. Such an individual clearly requires continued psychiatric care and medication in order prevent him from being a danger to himself and others. I would hate to think what could have happened to such a man left on his own.
And one can only be responsible for so much. Do forgive my lapse in courtesy not introducing myself earlier. Please call me Mab. Might I inquire as to your name?
"Mab"?...*he grins* How terribly unfortunate. You do know of course that Queen Mab was an invention of Shakespeare for a speech from the foul mouthed Mercutio? Small as a ring stone, teaches virgins in their dreams about sex...Mercutio called her "Queen Mab", because "queen", in his context, was an Elizabethan slang term for "whore". And "Mab" was a common, stereotyped name for a prostitute. That must be a very difficult namesake to bear....of course, as they say, "what's in a name?"
*mild smile* All names hold power, as is shown by your choice to remain dominant within this conversation by withholding your own and going through the least pleasant details of my own. While my parents had a foul and complicated sense of humor, my name was actually given for its meaning that predates Shakespeare and his particular sense of entertainment. 'Intoxicating.; Though, it might have been better served to provide me the name Maeve or Meabh to alleviate the problem.
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Win, my friend. Win.
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Favorite non-scary horror movie (singular) ever.
Didn't like Hannibal at all and thought Red Dragon was good but didn't hold up as well to more viewings as Silence did. Just my two cents. Still I hope I do such an impossibly hard character justice.
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Such is their life...*chuckles to himself.* And death.
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...Obviously.
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Tell me exactly what your father does, and don't lie. I'll know.
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He teaches people to appreciate their lives.
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...Please do.
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*Softly* You lie, boy. You lie to yourself, and your father lies to you. You do not teach people to appreciate their lives. That is a narcissistic and vague, empty justification. There's no truth or soundness to it at all. *sneering at him* You don't care whether they emerge with newfound appreciation for their lives or are willing to change. You just want to watch them either die or..."refit" themselves.
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And what is your name?
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Do forgive my lapse in courtesy not introducing myself earlier. Please call me Mab. Might I inquire as to your name?
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