[h1][b][i][color=A2797E][center]Sabine Bassard[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/72/65/e5/7265e5e056f0886f6aaa6e0563d7bb6f.gif[/img][/center][center][/center][hr][center][color=A2797E][b]Location[/b][/color]: Dr. Whitehall's Therapy Office, School [color=A2797E][b]Skills[/b][/color]: N/A [color=A2797A][b]Fit Of The Day[/b][/color]: [url=https://cdn.mos.cms.futurecdn.net/whowhatwear/posts/243297/preppy-outfit-ideas-243297-1511982823530-image-320-80.jpg]Preppy Outfit[/url] [/center] [hr][hr] [hider=Trigger Warning]This posts includes talk of self-harm.[/hider] Dr. Maeve Whitehall looked at the new folder on her desk. Sabine Bassard. Powers included memory alteration, psychometry, and memory enhancement. It was also noted that Sabine was the one to ultimately change Arcade. Other than that, standard faire. Maeve closed the file and pondered how to approach the girl. She would be one of few clients assigned that had her guard up. ____________________________________ Sabine entered the office at the designated time, albeit a few minutes late. She hated this. Therapy was bad enough, but mandated was worse than that. The office was filled with white walls accented with gold spirals and flecks. In the middle was a seating area with white, leather chairs and a light gold sofa. On the table had some magazines and some books, therapy related as well as fashion material. The rug underneath was gold as well. Pictures hung on the wall of, what she assumed was, the therapist and her family. The desk was organized and had some knickknacks on it. Maeve sat in one of the armchairs and looked up as Sabine entered. [color=968dd5]"Hello Sabine. My name is Dr. Maeve Whitehall, but please call me Maeve or Dr. Whitehall, whichever you prefer. Please, take a seat where you want. And let me know if the room is to your liking. I can change it as needed."[/color] Sabine walked forward and took a seat on the sofa. She stared hard at Maeve. [color=A2797E]"Dr. Whitehall, if you don't mind. We aren't on a first-name basis."[/color] Sabine chided herself being so rude at the start, but the entire room made her itchy. [color=A2797E]"And the office looks...fine. A bit on the nose though."[/color] Maeve tilted her head slgithyl. [color=968dd5]"What do you mean by that?"[/color] [color=A2797E]"Well it's clear you decorated it how I might like it. It looks fine, honestly."[/color] Maeve nodded. [color=968dd5]"I'll admit I did tailor it, but only to make you feel more comfortable. I can change it as needed though."[/color] Maeve signaled this by altering the colors on the wall, now a mix of pink, blue, and silver. The color of the chairs and rug changed too. [color=968dd5]"That's my mutant power though. That and emotional empathy. So, Ms. Bassard, have you been in therapy before?"[/color] Sabine watched as the good doctor changed the room like nothing. Sabine had to admit it was pretty cool, though she would never admit it. [color=A2797E]"Impressive."[/color] Sabine hesitated, briefly, at the next question. [color=A2797E]"Why, is that not in my folder?"[/color] [color=968dd5]"It isn't, but even then I try not to know too much about the people I work with when I first see them. I want to hear from you."[/color] [color=A2797E]"Well then, yes, I have been in therapy before."[/color] Maeve nodded, [color=968dd5]"Good, then you are aware of confidentiality. I'll remind you that what we talk about in this room stays in this room unless you give me permission to. Also there are some other rules that, if they pertain, may mean I need to break confidentiality. Those include if you want to hurt yourself or someone else, if there is child or vulnerable adult abuse, or if the police get involved and even then I would fight them on it. Does that make sense?"[/color] Sabine listened. She heard the spiel before and knew that information like what happened in therapy wasn't fully private. Her last therapist proved that. [color=A2797E]"Yeah, makes sense."[/color] [color=968dd5]"Good, then let's get into it. How are you feeling about all of this? Being in therapy after recent events?"[/color] Sabine shook her head slightly, [color=A2797E]"Well being forced to be here sucks, if I am being honest. Nothing against you, I'm sure you're great, but I don't really enjoy being forced to talk about myself if I do not want to."[/color] Maeve held her hands up. [color=968dd5]"Well, I am sorry to hear that, but while I know Coulson recommended this, you do not have to stay if you do not want to. It won't be held against you. But if you do stick around I would like to talk more with you, see if we can come to an understanding of sorts. You don't even have to continue sessions after this if you do not want to. But since you are here, why not use this time?"[/color] Sabine gave it some thought. She didn't fully trust this doctor. But she was here, so she may as well stick around. [color=A2797E]"Fine. You asked about how I felt? Lousy. The thing with Arcade was horrible. Hearing I technically died and have it played out so nonchalantly messes you up. So yeah, it sucked."[/color] Maeve nodded and wrote something down. [color=968dd5]"Yes, I know what happened for the most part. I am sorry you and your friends went through that. What did you mean about how it was played out nonchalantly?"[/color] [color=A2797E]"Well we were brought back to life, but Nemo made it seem so...cold. Like he didn't really care about us but more that the time field or whatever was out of whack now and other realities. Honestly, I tuned him out after that."[/color] [color=968dd5]"Yes, Nemo doesn't have the most tact, though I do believe he cares. He just shows it a different way. I also heard that it was thanks to you that Arcade changed his ways and is getting help. How are you handling that?"[/color] Sabine shrugged. [color=A2797E]"I'm glad he's getting help, I guess. It's weird how he went from being homicidal to remorseful, I don't know how I feel about having that power."[/color] [color=968dd5]"I imagine that can be stressful, being responsible for that much change in a person. How are you handling the pressure of that on top of the other things going on like the contest?"[/color] Sabine took a breath, but it hitched a bit. She instinctively grabbed her wrist. [color=A2797E]"It's fine. Comes with the territory of being a teenager and a superhero."[/color] Maeve glanced down briefly before returning her eye contact. [color=968dd5]"Your anxiety spiked up heavily there when you grabbed your wrist. Are you feeling okay Sab-...Ms. Bassard?"[/color] Sabine felt heat rise to her cheeks. How dare she read her without permission! Sabine let go of her wrist, [color=A2797E]"It's fine! I'm fine, it doesn't mean anything."[/color] Especially given the whole confidentiality speech, Sabine didn't want to bring it up. [color=968dd5]"It's all right if you aren't feeling fine though. You all are, understandably, under a lot of pressure on top of dealing with the trauma of being attacked and killed. Lots of people wouldn't be so good about it. Pardon me for being so basic about it, but it is okay to not be okay. Even for brief moments."[/color] Sabine rolled her eyes. [color=A2797E]"Right, should stitch that on a pillow."[/color] Sabine took a few deep breaths before she continued. [color=A2797E]"I'm doing okay compared to the others. Seems like everyone is either falling apart or holding it together for everyone else's sake, but I know if I do then others would follow, so I can't lose it."[/color] [color=968dd5]"That's a lot of pressure to be adding to yourself. It sounds like you have people who care about you though, why not let them know how you are doing?"[/color] Sabine lightly chuckled again. [color=A2797E]"April is like five seconds away of unspiriling. Leah has the emotional maturity of a cactus. Danni doesn't do hard feelings and I prefer keeping the nearby buildings standing and not on fire. Dorian lies to himself a lot about things. All of which is to say, no, I don't talk to them about anything. They have enough stuff to deal with than my B.S."[/color] Maeve smiled, hearing some familiar names. [color=968dd5]"Still, keeping it all in and bottled inside doesn't do you good either. What about your parents?"[/color] Sabine laughed out lout at that. [color=A2797E]"Right, my father prefers throwing money at me to keep me quiet, my step-mother hates my guts, and my step-siblings are annoying. My birth mother is dead and she was...she was the only one who listened to me."[/color] [color=968dd5]"I am so sorry to hear that. How long ago was this, if you don't mind me asking?"[/color] [color=A2797E]"Since I was very young. I don't remember a whole lot, but I can hear her voice sometimes. My father doesn't keep pictures of her around anymore. She...she was.."[/color] Sabine gripped her wrist again, feeling the pulse within. [color=968dd5]"When was the last time you self-harmed Sabine?"[/color] Maeve reverted back to first names. It felt like time. Sabine looked up, anger rising first, before she let go of her wrist again. The spike in anxiety, the feelings of sadness. [color=A2797E]"Not since I was very young. My last therapist informed my father of it and he sent me off to some resort or asylum, I still don't know what it was to this day. I don't want to go back there so I never did it again."[/color] [color=968dd5]"I'm proud of you for fighting the urge. If you would like, I know of some tools to help with those feelings that rise up."[/color] Sabine didn't meet Maeve's gaze, keeping her head low. [color=A2797E]"Yeah....okay.."[/color] [color=968dd5]"You have a support system here from what it sounds like. How's that going?"[/color] [color=A2797E]"Feels like things are getting out of control. I feel myself getting angry at them for things they can't help. Like for example, we were told the teams we had previously been a part of were now getting reformed and we were given the right to decide who is on what team. I happened to like the team I was on, though that started off weird, but I think we meshed well and then one of my friends, Danni, decided to take it upon himself to team up with Apil and Dorian without asking anyone else. Like I get it's been their dream to be a team together but they spend almost every waking minute together, like give someone else a chance! And then to top it off me, Leah, and Percy were included almost like an afterthought. The other person on our team, Zelda, she wasn't even considered by him and I felt angry on her behalf, even if she didn't want to be n our team, we could have asked."[/color] [color=968dd5]"I understand where your coming from and I agree you have a right to be upset. Do you think he meant any harm by it?"[/color] Sabine shook her head, [color=A2797E]"No, of course not. He's one of the sweetest people in the world. I know he has good intentions but sometimes that's not enough. People get hurt with good intentions."[/color] [color=968dd5]"I imagine you would know better than most about that. I would encourage you to talk to Danni about your feelings. You should feel able to talk to your friends and partners about what you are experiencing. It isn't healthy to hold it all in."[/color] Sabine scoffed, though she didn't fully mean it. She knew, deep down, Maeve was right. [color=A2797E]"I'll think about it."[/color] [color=968dd5]"Good, that's all I ask. Since we are running out of time here, I wanted to see if you wished to continue this or not. You are, of course, allowed to say no and my door will always be open to you, but I think we can work through some of the feelings your having. If not, take my card at least and reach out if you need anything."[/color] Maeve pulled out a card and handed it over to Sabine. Sabine took it and looked at it before putting it away. She still didn't like therapy. Still felt at any moment he good doctor would reach out to her father and spill everything she said, making it worse. [color=A2797E]"Maybe."[/color] [color=968dd5]"That's fair. Why don't I set up an appointment for next week and you can come if you want and if you don't that's also fine."[/color] Sabine nodded and stood up, making her way out of the office. She felt prickly still, like her own memories had been altered. But surely Maeve didn't do that, right?