It is a requirment (Vincent)

[Conrad Siberman]

I am an arms dealer
Fitting you with weapons in the form of words
And don't really care which side wins
As long as the room keeps singing
That's just the business I'm in, yeah

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The alarm went off and Conrad groaned softly. He had been taking a nap after he had done his cafertia duties. Now, he was had to go talk to the dumb counsler. It was mandtory for him by the headmistress bitch. Sighing he got up and pulled on a shirt. Grabbing, his keys to his dorm he headed out of the door. Shutting it behind him he locked it and sighed. Walkin down the hallway he felt all the eyes on him an dhe sighed. Hanging his head he shook it. God how he hated this.

It didn't take him long but he soon was walking in the hallway towards the counselor room. He sighed softly and shook his head agian. He didn't need to talk to anyone about his fucking problems. Conrad could damn well figure them out himself but because he was still serving jail time he had to go. Walkin through the open door he looked around. [/center]

[Vincent Mortelle]

His feet were propped up on his desk, we was playing a round of spider solitare half-expecting Mr.Siberman to come to his office today, and he heard him walk through the door. His zune was still sitting on his dock, and one of his long boards was leaned up against his desk. He just got back from studying the students in action. He didn't care what the other staff thought about him and he knew that he was welcome all the same. He closed a few of the windows on the computer, well more or less minimized them. Standing up he was clad in his usual leather pants and leather jacket with a shirt under it, with a vest over that as well. He was a well dressed man and a well manner person when you catch him in the right mood.

"Have a seat Conrad, I'm Vincent Mortelle, your counselor if you insist on calling me that. I would rather not be thought of the such, and I would rather be here for your convenince not the force of outer personnel." He was refering to the head mistress, but it was alright, everything is okay in this office. "Everything you say to me is completely confidential." He spun in his chair standing up and placing the long board on the rack on the wall underneth the other two. "We are in a safe haven if you prefer. This office is going to be what you make of it. I can be your friend, your enemy, your guide, your lecturer, like I said it is whatever you make of it."

[Conrad Siberman]

Conrad watched the teacher and was rather shocked. He was expecting a more well...waht was the word. Well more professional and he was glad that he wasn't. Sitting down he looked at him. "Well I mean I hate being here and would rather get up and leave." He said with a sigh. "But my jail sentence requests that I see oyu." he sadi to him and leaned back in his chair.

"So what are we to talk about?" He asked him softly and titled his head to the side. "My fucked up life?" He asked agian.

[Vincent Mortelle]

He laughed a little and shook his head at the kid infront of him. "Well first of all, I'm only 23, how professional do you expect me to be?" tilting his head a little bit all he could think of doing was smile. Sitting down on the chair by his desk he propped his feet up, and he turned down his music a little. His eyes focused on the kid. "Also, fuck the old way counselors were brought into thought anyway. I'm here to listen, I'm not here to fix things unless I am asked by the person infront of me, which is you. I'm not here to test you on how fucked up you are. So, I'm going to say this up front. What do you want to talk about?"

He folded his hands in his lap and smiled at the kid. He looked troubled, and like any normal counselor he understood some of his problems. Though he didn't know how much he understood. He wore sleeves constantly to cover his track marks.

[Conrad Siberman]

"Umm...." He said a little shocked by this counciler. He was glad that he was more down to earth and more friendly then most. Then he tought of somethin and looked at him. "Have you ever been so confused with life you just wish it would stop? That you know that you love someone more than anything and want to spend the rest of your life with them but are scared you can't make that happen?" He asked him and titled his head to the side. "I mean just yah." He said with a sihg

[Vincent Mortelle]

He almost looked at the kid as if he were being tested on his abilities. "Answer to your first question, yes I have been that confused in my life. I almost gave up during my high school years, but for some reason I managed to come out on top, also in my sophomore year in school died and was brought back to the world of the living a few hours later, the paramedics said if my friends would have waited two more minutes, or if they got there two minutes later then they did, I would have been in the ground at this very moment." He thought long about the second question, his eyes scattering this boys face, it was almost overflowing with emotion, even though it wasn't very prominent.

Looked at the kid long and hard and thought as if there was no tomorrow. "I was in love while I was still in school." He trailed of a little and wondered how he got away with the things he did.

[Conrad Siberman]

"I am in love." He said to him softly. "I am so much in love I would die for her." He said softly. "I love her more than anything. Than life itself." He said softly. "But I hurt her bad. Why? Cause I had to get addicted to fucking drugs and end up in jail." He said and sighed softly. "The worst mistake of my life. She was pregent and lost it cause I wasn't around. Cause I was so stupid." He said and shook his head.

Conrad couldn't evne look up at Vincent anymore. He was about to cry. The pain of what he did to Ryan hurt so much. It tore through his soul and heart. "She is with me again but I am so scared that I hurt her too much." He said softly. "That she will never love me like she once did."

[Vincent Mortelle]

Folding his hands on his desk he began to think of what the boy was telling him. Granted he never got caught for what he did, but he was in rehab for it, and he guessed it was close enough. The pain he felt after he killed three of his near family members was almost unbearable, considering the fact that he was the one who was at fault. All these things ran back to their hiding place under a rock in the back of his mind. He would mull over these things after he went to his dorm and could write.

Listening to the boy solidly, he considered looking up then down and taking in the boys physique. It was one thing, but body language is a foreign language to some, but to Vincent it was one of the easiest ways to figure out how someone is going to react. The boy seemed as if he were to cry, but that was obvious, and anyone who didn't notice, was a complete idiot.

Handing Conrad a few tissues, he smiled softly at the kid. "If you don't believe me, I know what you're going through." He thought for a second. "Also, trust me when I say this." Going silent he was on a train of thought he didn't want to get interupted. "Atleast you didn't hurt her, as much as I did to my high-school sweetheart." Bitting down on his lip he took another tissue and moved to sit next to Conrad. "I want you to take your relationship. day by day. One thing at a time. Work on prioritizing, hell if you want to go to rehab, I can help you through it. I mean, I'm going through a pretty fuckin' good program."

[Conrad Siberman]

He nodded to him. "Day by day. Alright." He said to him and looked at him. "I haven't done any drugs in a couple months and I don't plan on doing them. She was so mad at me for doing them. I am really shocked that she forgave me like she did." He said to him. "I thought that she never would really." He said and shook his head.

"Another thing I hate how everyone looks at me now. It is like oh there is the criminal stay away from him. When I walk down the hallway I hear them whisper. I hear them talking about me and I hate it." He said

[Vincent Mortelle]

Smiling at the kid softly, he understood the boy and was glad that it was a requirement for him to see him. In other words he liked to work with kids and their problems, it was one of the things he enjoyed more than his own life. "Let it roll off your back. Being through that much is difficult, I understand, but you can't let people get to you. They will judge, they will look at you differently, and they will not let you get away with anything else. Atleast under their watch. It's all a matter of patientce, I had to let the words of my mom and step-dad just continue out the other ear. They would yell at me for being an addict, though they were addicts themselves." He whispered a little, and shook his head as if he were in deep thought.

"I'm just thankful that my real father stepped in when he had the chance, and he was surprised at how well I was doing in high-school while addicted to Heroin, and after dying. I didn't miss a single day, and I was holding a 4.0 GPA." Standing up he looked at the picture on the wall, and turned to Conrad.

"Why did you go to prison, really? Was it just the drugs, or something else?" He wasn't to clear, and the paperwork only gave him tid bits, not reasons he might need to hear, in order to help get these kids on the right track.

[Conrad Siberman]

He sighed and shook his head. "No, I started to sell the shit too." He said shaking his head. "It was the worst mistake of my life. I mean I sold some to a freakin ten year old!" He said and shook his head. "I mean that kid will be more than likely messed up for the rest of his freakin life because of me!" He said and sighed. "I mean why was I so freakin stupid!"

He sighed softly and then cringed. That when he felt a urge to do that shit again. They had warned him he would get it every so often. Closing his eyes and tightening his fist he groaned and shook his head

[Vincent Mortelle]

Standing up. "If you need to do some smack, and not get caught, you might as well do it here, put please don't shoot up or I'll have to leave the room for a while." He smiled a little, he had clean supplies in his closet, just to make sure the kids were safe when they needed a hit. They were right, he was a different type of counselor, but the best way to do things isn't always the right way, or the legal way. He would help them if it meant him getting in trouble, but there were those times when he wanted to break down, and fuck himself up, those times when he was alone, those times when he couldn't stop thinking about Aeryn, but thankfully when he goes through those stages, he had a lock on the cabinet, and when he wanted to get the shit he couldn't, because he was funmbling so much.

Taking his key he looked at the kid. "I can help you as much as you need me to, but I want you to consider rehab, and I'd be going with you." He was glad his dad threw him in there, and it was one of those things he wasn't going to stop until he was a hundred percent sure that he was clean. Right now, he knew he wasn't, he's only been going through it for about a month.

[Conrad Siberman]

Conrad looked at him. "I really don't want to do that shit anymore." He said shakin ghis head. "Ryan would kill me." He said and looked at him even though his eyes were longing to have some. "I don't want to be fucked up anymore. I did too many of them." He said and shook his head. "I mean unless...." He stopped and shook his head. "No no I won't ask of that."

"Plus if I see Ryan after this she would kill me." He said and looked at Vincent. "So it is all good then I really should stay off but I will go to rehab." He said wiht a nod of his head.

[Vincent Mortelle]

Vincent looked at that kid seeing himself in his face. "Well, then you're good to go!" He laughed opening the cabinet he really didn't have anything in it, except for a few syringes. They were his first and his last, and he kept them as a memory and as reminders. He pulled out a lot of paperword and slammed it down on his desk as he sifted through it. Pulling out an admission form he smiled and made a copy of it from his small copier. Handing him the copied form. "This is where I'm admitted to, you can go the same days I go, and I'm sure Ryan will be proud of you for taking charge."

"One thing women love is a man who can hold himself up, and not break to little things, so if you need my moral support I'm going to be here, considering I work here." He laughed a little. "It's self-explainitory, you and me are the same drug wise, and you will be in my classes." He knew this kid needed help, and he knew that he needed something to put his mind to.

[Conrad Siberman]

He nodded to him. "Thank you." He said to him and smiled at him. "At first I didn't want to come today. Well because it was being forced upon me. I thought that you were like all the other counselors that told me that I have fucked up my life so much that could never fix it. That I should never planned on being loved again. THat I was a lost cause. But you are so willing to help me. You don't even feel like a counselor but a friend." He said with a smile.

[Vincent Mortelle]

Laughing a little he just propped his feet up on his desk. "Well, like I said, I'm only twenty-three, and like the other counselors you've probably been to, they haven't been through the shit you have. Unlike, them I have, and I've died once because of it," he sighed heavily. "It's all a matter of how the brain works. Rehab helped me, and all it takes is people who believe in the person, honestly I believe every student in this school has issues, some more than others," he gestured to Conrad, "and those who don't know of the problems they face. It's all a matter of connecting the dots, and connecting with the person. That's one thing most counselor's lack, the ability to bend themselves to their patients, they don't understand that everyone needs to be treated differently for all cases. Some react better to direct criticizim, and others you have to be more subtle, you have to ease in one the relationship, it's like bonding." He started to get a little more scientific, and explain how like some resins won't bond with certain metals or plastics, and you have to change the substance you're using in order to create a strong connection. He hated himself sometimes for being that intelligent, but he was lucky he didn't suffer from smart-person-syndrome, he didn't brag he was better then everyone else, he didn't announce his knowledge all the time.

"So what are you interested in? Science? Math? English? what tickles your fancy?" He was curious, and hopeful that he could get this kid back on track, all it took was a little effort, everything took effort, and that was how life was.

[Conrad Siberman]

Conrad looked at him and shrugged. "I like Drama but I like English too. I like to write music and I love playing songs." He said. "I play a lot of video games too but really I don't have one certain thing I like to do." He said to him. 'I never have had one thing I wanted to do and after the shit I have done I don't know what I want to do with my life."

[Vincent Mortelle]

He smiled at the boy, "Well that's interesting! Have you ever thought of being in Marine Biology, just to further your education? I mean it's really fun, and there are a lot of things you could learn, just in theory. The sea can give you a lot of knowledge in just that aspect." His laugh was contagious and he let one out inspite of what he was talking about. "I loved school when I was in high school, I loved the atmosphere, and I loved to learn. It didn't really fit with my stereotype, but what's new? A previous addict and murderer, counseling students on and helping them!!!" He fell out of his chair laughing, he was happier today. "Well fill that out and I'll turn it in for you when you want to commit."

[Conrad Siberman]

He nodded and started to fill it out. "I don't like the sciences." He said to him. "I just don't like them at all." He said an dsighed. "But because your teaching it." He said lookin at him. "I will try it out." He said and then thought of sometihgn. "Do you play any intrustment?" He asked softly and titled his head to the side. "I play guitar myself." He said to him and smiled.

[Vincent Mortelle]

Smiling at the kid he shook his head. "Music and Drugs, those were the days. Actually I play the bass and the violin...surprisingly enough. It's kind of ridiculous, but I played it to keep my mind active and away from the people who I thought were my friends. I took lessons so I wasn't at home, and I learned quiet a bit." He looked at his watch and the time seemed to tick by so slowly, again looking at Conrad thoughtfully he pulled out a camera and aimed it at the kdis face taking an awkward snap-shot. The picture scrolled out of the polaroid camera and he rested on the table. It was an old camera, and he liked it, because it was his dad's. As the picture came into play, he wrote Conrads name on it as 'Con-raddy' and tacked it to his cork-board next to the picture of him and Aeryn and Bella and Kyle. He laughed a little as the kid looked dumbstruck.

[Conrad Siberman]

"Umm..." He said to him and looked at him. "Why did you take my pciture?" He asked and sighed softly. Getting up he looked at the pictures. "That Bella is trouble. She and Travis caused a lot of trouble last year." He said shakin ghis head. "Oh well there is nothin that can be done about that now." Sittin back down he looked at him. "Do only certain students go up there?" He asked.

[Vincent Mortelle]

"Well, if she's so much trouble, then that's why she is here!" He laughed a little, he happened to be in a good mood and he throughly enjoyed his job as a counselor. "Nope, anyone can go up there, and I didn't think you would give me a picture so I took one instead! That is why I has a polaroid!" He snickered a tad looking at the kid. "So, what do you think? I mean...well I don't know what I mean. I'm just really happy that I landed this job and all that good stuff. Really I am, I don't know what I'm talking about."

[Conrad Siberman]

Conrad laughed and shook his head. "A counselor that is hyper as fuck this is great." He said to him and laughed again. "So umm how long are these sessions supposd to be. Like how long am I supposed to stay here?" He asked. "Cause I am getting hungry and really want to play my guitar right now"

[Vincent Mortelle]

Shaking his head. "They last as long as you want them to, that is why this is so awesome! I mean really Conrad, there are some people who come and go as they please. You can choose when you want to come and when you want to go, granted Wednesday's I won't be here." He calmed down a little. "Just think of what I said, take life one day at a time, and let the shit people say roll off your back. I'll get all of your rehab papers filed and then we can get to classes together. I mean it sounds lame, but really it helps. It is a different type of rehab, or maybe it seems different because I'm a counselor, but it will be different then the other shit people go through, because you'll have me there." He reached out for the paperwork as it appeared to be done.