LOTTIE CHRISTMAS
Psychic
Posts: 43
Age:
30
Occupation:
Housekeeper
Status:
Divorced
Played by:
Jodi
rule #1 never be #2.
Last seen May 14, 2024 19:36:17 GMT
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Post by LOTTIE CHRISTMAS on Mar 31, 2024 21:42:40 GMT
The only reason Lottie was sitting in the waiting room was because Viv had told her to be there. She’d suggested her sister needed to speak to someone professionally. Someone who could give her advice on how to cope with all her feelings because there were a lot of them. The spring weather had been brought to an abrupt halt a few nights ago after she’d seen a photograph of Freddie on Facebook with his new girlfriend. She’d deleted and blocked the piece of shit off everything, but she hadn’t thought of deleting his friends, who were now uploading photos of the happy couple. It struck her straight through the heart causing her to sob for hours. The pain bubbling in her chest was crippling. She couldn’t even bring herself to get off the couch. A storm rolled through Mystic Falls within a few seconds and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Fuck everyone and their evenign plans. She needed to cry. Nacho tried to comfort her but she was way beyond that. After that she realised Viv was right. She needed to speak to a therapist. Someone who could tell her how to get over the heartbreak. Lottie wasn’t depressed. She didn’t have the mental capacity to experience such a deep sense of sadness. She was probably a few notches above that, which didn’t make it any better for her. The last thing she wanted though was to walk out of the appointment with a prescription. She didn’t need tablets to feel better, she just needed to talk. Expel everything she was feeling about the divorce to a person other than Viv, who had been there for her the moment Lottie found out about Freddie. But there was only so much listening she could do. Viv had her own problems to deal with. There weren’t many therapists in Mystic Falls to choose from. In fact there was only one office that came up on Google with a female therapist. Lottie couldn’t bring herself to speak to a man. They might find some fucked up way of sympathising with Freddie, or so she thought. Lottie nearly dropped her laptop when she saw the price though. Fifty fucking dollars an hour. Lottie glanced down at her freshly painted nails. It was tempted to bite them down to the bone with nerves. Anxiety flooded her body as she waited for someone to come and collect. Gosh, what would they speak about? Her eyes dashed off toward the door as she considered making a run for it, but she’d paid for everything up front. It was either swallow her nerves or lose fifty dollars. But then she heard another door down the corridor fly open. Lottie quickly wiped her sweaty palms on her jeans as she waited for the woman to appear and invite her into the waiting room. She tried to look happy, even though she wanted to throw up everywhere. The smile fell from her face so fucking fast when Cam walked into the waiting room. “What the fuck are you doing here? Are you my therapist? ‘Cause if so I want my money back! I’d rather eat sushi than listen to you give me advice, you cheating asshole!” She jumped to her feet, grabbing her purse off the chair next to her. “I hate sushi!” She quickly added, in a high pitched voice, loud enough for everyone to hear. CAMERON EASTON
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CAMERON EASTON
Phoenix
Posts: 27
Played by:
Ange
Last seen May 10, 2024 19:36:13 GMT
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Post by CAMERON EASTON on Apr 12, 2024 19:20:45 GMT
It took him a solid thirty seconds to realise that Lucas had stopped talking. This wasn’t the first time his mind had wandered in a session, he was human after all, but it was one of the few times that he’d completely lost track of what his client was saying. Cam cleared his throat, ignoring the heat that tried to rise into his face. He’d have apologised, made it clear he wasn’t infallible, but these days that wasn’t a big enough word for his behaviour. ”Have you tried using the breathing exercises we discussed during our last session?” he asked lightly, like there hadn’t been a pause in their discussion.
The man in the chair opposite him frowned down at the hands he’d crossed in his lap. ”I tried, I dunno how well it worked.” Given the way he’d been squirming like a cat on a hot tin roof when he’d walked into his office half an hour ago, Cam had expected a flat no.
He offered Lucas a half smile, and inclined his head. ”You trying is more than you did the last time. Remember, being able to tell her how you feel is the important part. We’re gonna keep working on what you need to make that happen. If there’s a chance to talk to her again, I want you to go through the steps.” He drew in an exaggerated breath, just as he’d down last week and the week before. He counted down from five to one, a hand bobbing in the air to count off those seconds before he let his breath out again slowly.
Lucas echoed him before he pushed to his feet. He shifted his weight, knuckling at his mouth before he nodded. ”I’ll try. I’ll … uh … make an appointment for next week. Thanks doc. I’ll see ya.” And he would, Cam was sure.
Getting to his feet, he followed Lucas towards the door of his office. The man had been seeing him every week for months. Passive down to the bone, he’d only started therapy because his girlfriend had forced him into it. She loved him, she’d sworn again and again, but living with a man who’d just about tie his shoes without being told to was driving her mad. It had struck him in the last couple of weeks that Lucky probably would’ve said he was just as bad, but you couldn’t equate not telling your girlfriend that her leaving dirty laundry on the floor drove you crazy with sleeping with your fiancée’s sister and hiding it from her for weeks. Maybe it was cowardice either way, but you weren’t likely to have your relationship vanish like smoke for making her pick up her socks.
His next appointment was probably waiting outside already, but Cam took a moment to scrub his hands over his face. There was a clock ticking on his coming clean to Catia. If he didn’t get around to doing it soon, Lucky would handle it for him. With a shit eating grin on her face she’d probably stand in the middle of the hotel lobby to announce to her sister that he was just as big a scumbag as she’d always accused him of being. Her role in it all would be played down, the blame set squarely on his shoulders as though he’d forced himself on her instead of her willingly…
Swallowing back the rush of nausea, Cam forced himself to rapidly tidy up the conversation area, setting the cushions back in their right places, putting out fresh glasses and refilling the job of water. Minutes later he was opening his office door and heading to the reception area he was sharing with the therapist who’d taken over the other office in this suite – sharing the rent certainly made it more affordable and she’d already recommended two clients to him. He could see that someone was already there, their shadow shifting on the industrial grey carpet. Expecting it to be his new client, an easy smile slipped onto his face and fast froze as he recognised the woman sitting there.
Did he fight for control and pretend that nothing was wrong or did he immediately address Lottie like she … knew everything that had happened. He was gonna fucking kill Lucky when he got his hands on her. For the few seconds that it took her to throw that insult out, he’d hoped that Lucky hadn’t told Lottie what had happened, but her shrieked words tore through his wishful thinking. Cam’s gaze snapped around the waiting room, taking in the receptionist who was pretending she wasn’t listening. His client hadn’t appeared and the in session red light still glowed over the other therapist’s door.
”You think I’d be so damn unethical I would’ve let you make an appointment with me?” he questioned. Cam puffed out a breath, his shoulders hunching faintly. ”I’d appreciate it if you kept your voice down here too. You might hate me, but this is still my place of business, and I’d like to keep running it if I can.” Especially since there was a chance the rest of his life would burn to the ground in a matter of hours. ”Why are you here Lottie? Did your sister put you up to this? She’s already shown up here to try and force my hand.” It hadn’t worked once, he didn’t know why she’d try it again, but he could imagine Lucky whispering in her sister’s ear, amping her up until she’d been prepared to come here and scream about how he couldn’t keep it in his pants at the top of her cutting voice.
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LOTTIE CHRISTMAS
Psychic
Posts: 43
Age:
30
Occupation:
Housekeeper
Status:
Divorced
Played by:
Jodi
rule #1 never be #2.
Last seen May 14, 2024 19:36:17 GMT
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Post by LOTTIE CHRISTMAS on Apr 26, 2024 19:51:38 GMT
Lottie had always disliked people who cheated on their other half. Like how could you claim to love someone but jump in bed with someone else? When she was with Freddie her eyes never wandered, not even for a second. The hottest man in the world could walk into a bar and she wouldn’t even notice (although that applied to most things in her life). Completely oblivious. But since being cheated she despited people who cheated. It sparked an anger inside she’d never felt before. Cam had been thrown into the category and what made her even more furious was that he slept with Lucky. Of course, Lottie was furious with Lucky too. But surprisingly Lottie didn’t insert herself into the drama like she normally would. It was too messy for her. Would she tell her new therapist about Cam and Lucky? Maybe they’d be able to give her some advice on what to do. She was torn between her two sisters, knowing whatever was going to happen someone would end up angry at her. Catia would hate her for telling her or Lucky would hate her for telling Catia. Lottie didn’t cope well with people disliking her either. She wasn’t the type to brush it off. She needed to know exactly why someone didn’t like her. Lottie had never been to therapy before so she had no idea what to expect. Was she going to lie down on one of those fancy couches? She hoped so. They always looked so relaxing in movies. Were they going to have a timer which would buzz loudly when the hour was up? Hopefully there would be no clocks in the room otherwise she’d just be watching it intently, trying to get all her words out before the hour was up even though she’d struggle to tell the time if it was one of those clocks with hands. She never knew which hands belonged to what. If there was a twenty-four hour clock in there then there would be no hope for her as it was now past midday. The whole time telling situation slipped to the bottom of her lists of concerns when Cam appeared. If she wasn’t careful thunder would come roaring through the town soon. Lottie let out a sharp cutting laugh at his comment, “You really wanna talk about you being damn unethical?” She snapped. The fucking nerve of this man. Now he was all worried about his stupid business. “Oh so you don’t want everyone here to know what a scumbag you are?” She was prepared to scream it from the top of her lungs, but then she remembered the secret still wasn’t out. “Lucky? No… I’m here to… um see someone...” Her voice trailed off toward the end. CAMERON EASTON
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CAMERON EASTON
Phoenix
Posts: 27
Played by:
Ange
Last seen May 10, 2024 19:36:13 GMT
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Post by CAMERON EASTON on May 10, 2024 19:32:57 GMT
He wasn’t a philanderer. Hadn’t been a cheat. Not that those words be any sort of a comfort to Catia when he finally sat her down and told her the truth. All the years they’d been together, the years he’d spent on the boat unsure if he’d ever manage to get back to his life, to the woman he loved, and he’d been devoted to her. The walls of their prison might’ve been thick enough to drown most noise out, but come the therapy sessions he’d hear far more about what the others were up to than he wanted to. He hadn’t started them to offer up a confessional to the men and women on the boat. It was about giving people a place to talk through their problems, to try and give them some sort means to work through it all. Hearing about hoe the guy living at the end of your hall was sleeping his way through every woman in the place was just rubbing it in that the only woman you wanted was hundreds of miles away, still unaware that you were alive.
Imagining getting out and changing that part of things had been all that was keeping him going at times. Cam had desperately hoped that they would be able to get back to where they’d been when he’d died. A ring on Catia’s finger, a lifetime together. God, he’d even have accepted maybe opening their lives back up to her sisters. Catia would’ve probably wanted them there at the wedding. It would have been their chance to mend some bridges now that her sisters had grown out of that selfish teenaged stage. His life was never gonna be that fucking easy, though, was it? Some of the people on the boat had served actual time before and had spoken of bringing prison with them when they’d been let out. He’d never expected that would actually be him. That son of a bitch had followed him out, managing to tear apart his life even without physically harming Catia.
Any hope that Lucky had kept what had happened just between the two of them died with the first screeched word out of Lottie’s mouth. She’d salted every ounce of ground, probably hoping that if she poisoned enough of his connections here he’d just crawl away and actually die this time. Cam’s body stiffened at the crack of Lottie’s laugh, his lips pinching in a thin line. ”I have professional standards,” Cam said firmly. He could probably keep offering an informal sort of counselling if all of this was reported, but his days of being a licensed professional counsellor would be over in a heartbeat. ”My personal life has nothing to do with my work here, Lottie.” Not that she cared. All Lottie could probably see was the man who’d divided her family, the one who’d gone too far when it looked like it was happening to him all over again.
Heat rushed to Cam’s face. If it had happened an hour before the waiting room would’ve had more people in it, more witnesses to hear all about what a scumbag he was. At least the last time Lucky had stormed directly into his office to make her accusations. ”She didn’t tell you where I was working?” he asked, a frown settling into his expression. As Lottie’s voice wavered over telling him she was here to see someone Cam realised that she obviously hadn’t. Mystic Falls might’ve had more than its fair share of tragedy, but there weren’t all that many therapists her to help them work through it. A couple of months after he’d arrived he’d advertised for someone to share the office space with and had luckily found someone – who was now behind a locked door. ”You’ve got an appointment with Dr Lynch? It looks like she’s in session with someone. What time were you meant to see her?” There went any hope of keeping what had happened in the family. Lottie would walk into her session, shrieking about how he’d banged both of her sisters before the door was even closed.
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