The Disability Chat

Delilah
Kyle and I grabbed two chairs around the table. He draped an arm around me an kept me close against him.

I noticed the white haired girl give us a look and glared right back at her.

Screwfoot looks across the table at the couple seated opposite.
"I'm sorry," he says. "I don't believe we've been introduced?"

T.Mor:

I felt wierd being rolled places. It was wierd. I went ahead and assumed that Peter was behind me...and kind next to the guy, but I couldn't turn around to see him comfortably...Stupid spine. "So...Uhm...What is therapy?" I asked the guy driving my chair.

"Where you go to talk about things..." He explained somewhat vaguely.
"Oh...Ok." And then we got to the door. Again, I was swiftly manouvered through the door, and he pulled out a chair so I could be pulled up to the table like I was just sitting.

He went back out of the room, and I figured it was to bring Peter inside.

There were two girls there already, and a man with a hat.

Marley
'The girl with the brain bleach cure" I explained as we reached the door with a group therapy schedule tacked onto it. Dr Doe, along with three others, were seated around a large, blue table. Then Peter entered, with T.Mor in a wheelchair being pushed by a nurse guy. Something told me that usually, T.Mor suddenly being in a wheelchair would bother me

Peter

And again, it was that feeling of walking through an endless void. I listened for the footsteps and the rolling wheels, trying to hear how they reverberated. But...it was hard.

Then the nurse guided me inside and directed me to a chair. I was aware that there were other people in here... I wished I could've seen what they looked like.

Cricket

What was this? A big blue table surrounded by people I didn't recognise . . . I slipped in cautiously, keeping my footsteps light as if everyone else could hear the silence as well, and I might shatter it. Two people caught my eye. Peter and T.Mor. I glanced back at Marley, hoping she would follow me if I left to be with them. Would she?

Hesitantly, I trailed over and took a seat next to Peter.

Marley
More out of habit than anything else, I took a seat next to Cricket. Dr Doe cleared her throat
"Hello, I am Doctor Jane Doe, and I am a specialist in..." she paused, as if changing a word. "...disabilities" (she was going to say 'characters', then remembered the fourth wall xD) "I would like you all to take this time today, to get to know each other. It's not just the treatments you get here that will help you, but the bonds you make. Let's all say our name, and a little bit of background story, in a counteclockwise circle." I also noticed her words were being repeated in a projection behind her. For Cricket's benefit, I assumed.
"And for those who can't speak, I left a notecard at each table. Just fill it out, and I will read it out loud for you"

(Kyle isn't really there. He's an hallucination)

Delilah looked at him and offered a small smile. "Delilah. Who are you?" she asked him, attempting to be social. Real people besides Kyle. I had been ages sense she had seen real people like this.

Cricket

I watched around, hoping that I wouldn't be called to say anything . . . I now had an idea of why I was here, though I still could only guess what people were saying. Oh bother. Therapy. Kill me now.

Dr Doe
"Mr White, would you like to go first?" I asked. Every word spoken in the room would be posted on the projection screen, in a language that is subconsciously readable to anybody. Yes, anybody. Best part about being a fourth wall non author being? Yea. The gadgets.

(who...two whites? *looks at April who is confused*)

Cricket White, yes

Aprils last name is white..lol. This'll be interesting.

THIS COULD LEAD TO AWKWARD JOKES PEOPLE COULD MAKE ABOUT THEM HAVING THE LAST NAME
...I jest
Or do I?

Cricket

My eyes wandered to the projector and I watched the symbols chang--

Holy.

Shit.

The symbols made words.

Or maybe I'd just gone crazy, right! They didn't make words, I was just imagining that. The silence had officially driven me nuts. Still, I . . . read . . . the words over and over again. Mr. White, would you like to go first?

Mr. White, would you like to go first?

Heh . . . that was kinda fun.

Mr. White, would you like to go--

Oh wait. I, ah . . . I had to respond to that, didn't I? But . . . I still thought I was crazy . . . but Dr. Doe was looking at me . . . I pointed to myself in question.

Dr Doe
Ah. The best part about the text was how it messed with the non reading new people... I chuckled inwardly, but kept a straight face
"Yes, Mr White, you" I nodded, giving him a kind smile.

Cricket

Yes, Mr. White, you.

Holy . . . Hell . . . That was creepy. It was like some . . . magic, like it was sending the sound straight to my thoughts, but I couldn't hear, because I was deaf, which meant that there were voices in my head which meant I must have been crazy. o.o

Yes, Mr. White, you.

I ran a hand through my hair before touching my throat. " 'Ello . . . I'm Cricket . . ."

The words appeared on the screen. I stared, a little bit.

April looked up at the 'mr. White.' the name reminded her of her brother. A tear leaked out of her eye at the name. She wiped her eyes quickly. She mustn't make noise. Not here and now.

Wolf
Someone comes to my room. I'm not asleep. I'm not fully awake either. Some inbetween phase. Maybe I've put myself into a halucination, I'm not sure. I swear I feel Alex behind me on the bed. I can hear him, distantly. The nurse wakes me from that, so sudden I'm slightly shaking. I need a hand on these damn powers...

There's a...group. I don't want to see people right now, but I force myself up on unstable legs. I stand there and watch them shake before kneeling down and shifting. Steadier on fours, I don't have to talk, I don't have to really participate. Black is a fitting color now. The nurse doesn't question it, not surprised. Not fearful. She's read my paper then. Maybe that's why I'm alone in the room, no roommate. Too dangerous. The monster who isn't allowed to love anymore.

I keep my icey eyes to the floor as we walk, ending in a room. Not sure of the path we took to get there. A familiar scent. Marley's, some of Dorian's. Maybe they're just more of my own halucinations. But I don't raise my eyes. Don't want to participate. Just...listen. Stay awake. The nurse leaves me and I stand there a moment before padding off on the cheap carpet, curling up against the wall, just listening. Marley...can't be here. She's never so silent...

Marley
There's a large wolf against a wall of the room. Would I feel alarm under normal circumstances? Or curiosity? A mix of both? Wait... is that Wolf? Maybe it is. Could be just some other werewolf, or something else entirely. Any way, I just looked at it for a few moments without any real interest. Just... blankly watching without really caring enough to see.

Peter

Was Cricket going to go on, or was he done? I couldn't tell...which was important, because I was sitting to his immediate right. I would have to go next.

"Um..." I wasn't being very articulate today...

Cricket

I tried to think of something else to say. I really, really didn't want to talk. It was like driving with a blindfold, in the sense that I had no idea how I was doing. I could tell I was making sounds, but that was it. "There's not much t' say otherwise . . . Can I pass?"

Wolf
Not really being with people either. Just...staring at the carpet, and I'm perfectly fine with it. Just listen. Staying awake. But just staring isn't really helping that goal. I hesitantly look up, scanning the room slowly, my eyes settling on a girl. Looks like Marley, and her scent is in the air. She looks so...not Marley though. Just a...self halucination...maybe? Others seem to be interacting with her... I can't tell...reality from illusion anymore...

Name: Elizabeth Green/Ember AKA Spades
Previous chats?: Walk Through Hell/ YJ (Elizabeth only)/ DC (Elizabeth only)
Age: 16
Appearance: Long, caramel, curly hair. Pale skin with black tattoos on arms. Green eyes. Scars all over arms, back, and legs
Disability: DID
Brief summary of acquisition of disability: Traumatically being left in a burning building about hm... month ago, lets say.
Misc. other: Elizabeth= Good but conflicted. Ember= sort of like a mini, female, Joker. Yeaaa... this is partly because she used to be the Joker's sidekick...

Name: Roy William Harper Jr AKA Speedy
Previous chats?: YJ... and briefly in A Walk Through Hell. But he was killed by Ember >.>
Age: Hm... let's say 17ish
Appearance: Red hair. That's all you need to know. Oh, and he's sort of buff
Disability: Heroin addiction
Brief summary of acquisition of disability: Basically a lot of crap piling up in his life, with no outlet
Misc. other: Green Arrow's (ex, maybe, can't remember) sidekick

Dr Doe
I nodded, understanding
"Of course, Cricket. Who would like to go next?" Then there were the two superheroes to deal with... ugg... they were late...