Edward Elric: Session One
By: Lostinms
Ed sighed as he made his way down the hall, muttering about pyschiatrist and their evil ploy to put him in an asylum. He banged open the door of the Ms. Avis and glared daggers at the politely smiling woman. "Nice to see you, Mr. Elric,"she said softly,"Your file interested me. Besides your anger issues you seem to very insecure about your hieght." "I'M NOT SHORT!"Ed yelled jumping up and down angrily. "I never said you were, Mr. Elric,"she said softly,"Please sit." She motioned to a modern looking chair across from her.Ed snorted before taking his placing the chair, glaring at her. He glared harder when she began to write something down in her note pad. They sat in silence for a long moment before she spoke up. "Tell me, Mr. Elric,"she said softly,"What kind of music do you like? I like music that flow easily. What about you?" Ed raised an eyebrow before snorting and looking away. "Metallica..."he said softly,"Stuff like that." "Ah,"she said softly, scribbling something down,"So you like heavy metal and hard rock, yes?" "Yeah,"Ed growled,"Wha's it to ya'?" "Nothing at all,"Ms. Avis said smiling,"It is just that you can tell alot about a person's personality through the music they listen to and you're just as I thought. An angry soul. How about you tell me what you're so angry about?""No.""Now Mr. Elric,"Ms. Avis said softly,"Really. Exscuse me for my language but don't be a hard ass." Ed glared and folded his arms over his chest slinking low in his chair. He looked like a six year old child pouting. Ms. Avis sighed and leaned back in her chair, scribbling down on her note pad.
"Now... why don't you want to tell me why you're so angry?"Ms. Avis asked softly. "Because it is none of your business,"Ed snapped. The psychiatrist gave another sigh of frustration before standing. "We'll end the session for now,"she said softly. Ed hopped up quickly and head for the door to escape the evil pychiatrist.
Ms. Avis watched him go before turning to the next page in her note book and writing down Roy Mustang at the top of the page. "I always get the hard ones,"she said softly,"I don't get paid enough."
She stood and moved to the window, opening it up. She took a deep breath of the fresh air before sighing. Please let the next one be easy... and I hope that he gets here before the Armstrong bloke. Now that guy needs to tone down the happy pills. Maybe he should see a doctor about those sparkles.