poly_chromatic | ➻ two | seminar on various types of distress and their effects on the gifted mind

[Oh look, another video. Only this seems to be possibly accidental or at the very least not very well managed - the device appears to have fallen from somewhere onto a carpet and there's not much to be seen save some table legs, a few empty but clean bookshelves, and a pair of socked feet.

That appear to have, somehow, a part of the metal chair legs wrapped around them.

The chair jumps, slightly, and the device jumps with it - now we can see Charles! He...doesn't look happy. In fact, he looks rather like the chair decided to hug him. Very tightly.]

Erik. Lehnsherr!

[Charles grunts with the effort of apparently trying to free himself from this chair. How does a chair manage to do that anyway?]

You cannot simply haul people from public [thump] establishments [thump] and then TIE THEM TO CHAIRS [thump] without their consent and say it's for their own sodding good [thump] and LEAVE THEM THERE!

[Charles is clearly attempting to tip the chair or knock it into something and having a bit of difficulty with this. Maybe because he's so busy being incensed.]

What are you going to do, anyway? [thump] Yank all the fillings out of everyone's teeth [thump] in the grocery until they tell you what you want to know? [thump] Since when do you care about strangers [thump] to begin --

[The back legs of the chair don't land at quite the same time and suddenly the chair tumbles to the right. That sound? Isn't pleasant. Though he doesn't seem to have broken anything.]

Bloody fucking hell.

Erik! Get back here and let me free of this damned chair or so help me I will never speak to you - [With a grunt of effort Charles manages to get the chair onto it's back and off of his arm, but this also knocks the feed out.

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ooc; AND BECAUSE I'M AN IDIOT and forgot to mention, Charles is clearly affected by negative-tea! Feel free to have had your character notice the grocery store full of people bickering at each other and then Erik dragging Charles out of there by the coat.]

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Fine. Fine. I am not arguing this bizarre hero-worshipping stance with you today.

I wouldn't want to argue with a seventeen year old while I was stuck in a bondage chair either.

[AUGH, Stiles. STOP. THAT. RIGHT. NOW. Charles makes the most mortified and frustrated noise in the world.]

Can you not ever say the word 'bondage' to me again unless you're speaking of some social injustice that has a parallel to forms of imprisonment.

I can't promise anything, I'm not really in charge of my mouth.

It's yours for Heaven's... [Charles will just sigh at you.]

[ He has to laugh, can't help it. ]

God, it's like they didn't have behavioral disorders in the sixties.

I was trying not to mention it again.

Simplify my life, Stiles, if that's at all possible for you: what is your diagnosis?

[ He sounds like he's shrugging. ] S'posed to have ADHD but you know doctors, they just like to write crap down and then boom, that's it forever.

[ But as much as he protests, it's obvious there's something there. ]

Yes, I know doctors. [His tone implies he doesn't agree with the rest of Stiles' sentiment on the subject.]

Are you following any regimen at all?

Chase gives me a prescription when I need it. [ Sometimes he thinks it doesn't work anymore. When you live your life running from whatever's out there in the dark, it kind of becomes impossible to even let science take away that anxiety.

If it weren't for his dad he'd probably start medicating with crap off the streets. ] He works up at the hospital.

That's completely useless without an actual structure - medication can only do so much if you have absolutely no coping mechanisms.

I have a coping mechanism! [ Throw himself into every bit of immediate danger. ]

[Charles is wondering why he CARES. The management claims this is because he's arguing with people he feels fondly for and thus is coming to his senses.]

Dare I even ask.

Probably best if you don't, man.

[ It involves werewolves and blood and danger.

... And stressturbating. ]

[Hngh.] Then I won't.

Good job, Prof.

I don't know what to do with you Stiles.

My dad has been saying that for seventeen years.

Considering your unabashed defense of him earlier, I suspect I'm in good company.

[A very long pause.]

I...

[Sighing.]

I suppose keeping me distracted worked.

He's the best.

[ And that kind of love is kind of hard to fake, but it's tinged with a little sadness. He misses his dad. But everything sucks at home. ] And see, being distracted is totally awesome. I aim to serve.

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