Post by Ryan Blaze on Jan 19, 2012 3:46:32 GMT
Weeks ago Ryan Blaze had received a letter from a psychiatrist, specializing in cases similar to his, requesting for Blaze to swing by the office. Ryan had managed to ignore that letter for a good long while. Initially when he received the letter he had intentions of going right away, he got dressed and left to go find him. After a quick walk around the block, though, his motivation quickly died off like fish out of water. It was slightly sketchy to receive a letter from an otherwise unknown doctor to say the least. For all he knew it could be an enemy from I:W that hadn't caught wind of his retirement and wanted to put him between a rock and a hard place. It could of been a bunch of muggers just waiting to cash out on his capture, holding him hostage until one of his rich friends came to save him...
...Actually, if his release meant someone coming to pay for his well being, then he'd die there a lonely man.
He had all these mixed feelings about the meeting with this doctor. He had all these worries, not only about it going wrong, but about it going right, too. He had the biggest ball of nervousness pitted in his stomach screaming at him. He had all these feelings, and here he was in the hallway outside of the mans office.
He couldn't wait any longer. He knocked on the door with 3 heavy whacks.
...uh. Ughmmhmmmmmm. Doctor? Doctor.... Haggerty, right? I'm, uh, Ryan Bla- errr, fuck... R-Ronald Zlaaaabe? You, uh, hmm, you... wanted to see me, right?
...
Right?
There was a long dramatic pause as if it were all scripted. He was just turning around to leave before hearing
Enter, please.
That was bone chilling to say the least. He turns back to the door and turns the brass knob. Giving it a small push the door creaks open and he enters. Sitting there on a metal folding chair was a well dressed old man staring at him through eyes sunken deep into his skull. He nods to the chair sitting opposite to him, and smiles.
Please, sit.
...Actually, if his release meant someone coming to pay for his well being, then he'd die there a lonely man.
He had all these mixed feelings about the meeting with this doctor. He had all these worries, not only about it going wrong, but about it going right, too. He had the biggest ball of nervousness pitted in his stomach screaming at him. He had all these feelings, and here he was in the hallway outside of the mans office.
He couldn't wait any longer. He knocked on the door with 3 heavy whacks.
...uh. Ughmmhmmmmmm. Doctor? Doctor.... Haggerty, right? I'm, uh, Ryan Bla- errr, fuck... R-Ronald Zlaaaabe? You, uh, hmm, you... wanted to see me, right?
...
Right?
There was a long dramatic pause as if it were all scripted. He was just turning around to leave before hearing
Enter, please.
That was bone chilling to say the least. He turns back to the door and turns the brass knob. Giving it a small push the door creaks open and he enters. Sitting there on a metal folding chair was a well dressed old man staring at him through eyes sunken deep into his skull. He nods to the chair sitting opposite to him, and smiles.
Please, sit.