Office of Dr. Tino Väinämöinen

Tino grinned, knowing that the other had caught on to his little questions. He nodded, writing down a quick note about Natalya. He looked back to Gilbert, propping his chin on his hand. "So, you mean to tell me that she's quite unstable and reacts badly to most things?" He asked.

He looked down at his desk, fiddling with the cabinet, before pulling it open. He pulled out a notepad and wrote something down on it quickly before setting it back in the drawer. He closed it, locking it with the key around is wrist, and smiled at him.

"Anything else?" He asked, absolutely curious about this woman.

He watched with interest at Dr. Väinämöinen wrote something else down. He laughed at the mention of Arlovskaya being unstable. “If you breathe, you're provoking her.”

He craned his head a bit, trying to catch sight of what the man was writing down. He wondered if the doctor was aware that being interested in Natalya was a sure-fire way to get himself stabbed. After a moment of pondering that thought, he decided it didn't matter much to him. If the doctor got himself killed, all that meant was a new doctor, one he'd remember to be more careful with.

He tilted his head, and leaned back in his chair, “About Arlovskaya?” His grin turned a bit lecherous, “Why? You interested in her?”

He didn't wait for a response. Leaning forward now, he rested his arms on the desk, and looked more closely at the doctor. “She's a looker, I'll give her that. But if I were you, I'd tread lightly, specially if you're looking for more then just a 'case'. But then, you'll figure it out when you meet her. No one comes here without running into her at least once. She's got a real skill for causing a real panic in the nurses.”

He paused there, looking thoughful, “Or were you asking about anything else of interest?”

Tino leaned in towards him, eyes narrowing slightly as he smiled. He listened carefully to his words but sho his head when Gilbert had asked if he was.. Interested in being Natalya's doctor. Byt the way he described the girl, she seemed to be a homocidal handful, and right now, he couldn't handle that. Not yet, at least.

"Duely noted, be careful around Natalya." He said, writing that down on a sticky note. He looked back up at Gilbert. "I was merely asking if you wanted to share anything else of interest but your views on Natalya did well, also." He said, smiling. He looked at a picture on his desk, thinking about something as he stared at it. He frowned slightly, looking back at him.

"Anything else you would like to talk about?" He asked, rubbing his forehead.

Gilbert shrugged his shoulders half-heartedly. He tried to think of something, anything to talk about, as anything would be better then having to go to the Group Therapy. He tapped his fingers on his knee, and tilted his head back to look at the ceiling. “Something to talk about. How about this. Group therapy sessions, is there any point? Or are you doctors just scheduling them so you can watch whichever poor smuck gets stuck doing them? Is it like, a bet thing or something?”

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Tino thought about his question, biting the inside of his cheek. How was he going to word this? Running a hand through his hair, he looked at the male.

"Group therapy is a group process that is explicitly utilised as a mechanism of change by developing, exploring and examining interpersonal relationships within the group. So, one therapist, or maybe two, examine the inner workings within the group, so that we can understand your ties with other patients." He rubbed his chin before continuing. "Group therapy is a helping process that takes place in a group, ergo 'group therapy', that include support groups, skills training groups, such as anger management, mindfulness, relaxation training or social skills training, and psycho-education groups. So, some patients need support to overcome certain obsticles." He said, nodding.

"On another note, it's highly effective."

He arched a brow, and stared at the man as if he'd lost his mind for a long moment. Then his head flew back and he let out a string of laughter. The very idea that anything productive came from any of the group sessions he'd been too, was far to amusing for him to not laugh. When he stopped, he still had an amused grin on his face, and his eyes were bright with humour, "Ja? Then you've clearly never even seen one of the sessions here."

Leaning forward a little, he put one foot up on the edge of the desk, and rested his arm on it. "The only thing that happens, is that we all sit in a circle, while one poor doctor or another Arzt tries to stay out of the line of fire."

Tino raised his eyebrow, wondering if he said anything to confuse the man. He was taken aback when the other started to laugh, now intrigued in what was going on. He smiled at the other's grin, listening to his words. Seemed like the doctors where being.. Trampled on, to say in the least.

Frowning, he leaned back in his chair, tapping his chin.

"Well, that doesn't seem right. The doctors must be doing something wrong or schedualing the group therapy sessions incorrectly.." He murmured, mostly to himself. Looking back at Gilbert, he rubbed his chin. "Please, tell me more about the group therapy sessions you attend."

Gilbert couldn't tell if the doctors were doing anything incorrectly. He'd been on the streets before coming to this 'hospital', so it was all he knew. But he knew that no matter which doctor it was, or which group of patients, the sessions always ended the same. With at least one patient in solitary, one injured, and the doctor completely frazzled.

“Alright. So, we all go in, whether we want to or not- I think the last time I went a few of the more 'docile' patients were escorted cause they didn't want to go.” He conveniently left out the fact that he was avoiding going to one himself, by hiding in his Doctor's office. After all, if he was in a meeting with his own doctor, it would be understandable if he missed a session, wouldn't it? Even if it wasn't, it would be his problem. He was the patient. “We all sit down in the circle, and that's where it tends to get messy.”

“Usually, someone doesn't like where they're sitting or who next too, so they start to fuss. Whichever doctor's in control will let them switch, and then someone else isn't happy. There it either gets really interesting, or really boring.”

He tilted his head, watching the doctor very closely. He knew at least one of the doctors that had once worked in the Asylum had been fascinated by how the patients fought amongst themselves. Gilbert could remember at least two group sessions where it had been almost all of the most violent of patients- that doctor had lost his license, if Gilbert remembered correctly.

“Either we settle, or someone decides to attack who ever is where they want to be. Then the doctor tries to get us to settle, and we usually just get worse. Sometimes Wang, the head of Security, comes and gets things under control. He's got a better handle on most of us then any of the doctors.”

Again, Gilbert left out a few pieces of information. Mostly about his own run-ins with the head of security. Gilbert knew he had temper problems, he'd attacked a few people himself, and Wang was usually the one to pull him off. You couldn't expect much from the orderlies around here.

“If we settle, we go through the basic, 'my name is, I've got so-and-so wrong with me,' etc. Some don't talk, and then we end up fighting. Last time I attended one, I ended up in solitary for the night.”

The Finnish man leaned towards him, nodding. He clasped his hands in front of his mouth, tilting his head to the side. Interesting, very interesting. They fight.. Tino ran a hand through his hair before writing some of this information down.

"Now, I'm curious and want to see this myself.." He mumbled to himself, scratching his cheek. Sighing, Tino set his pen down, crossing his arms across his chest. "So, there are patients who get out of group therapy?" He asked, tapping his chin. "Interesting, do they ask, or do they go to their doctors for a private therapy session?" He asked, looking at the man across from him.

Sighing for the umpteenth time, Tino leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms across his chest, frowning some. "On another note, how has your day been so far? And group therapy for you?" He inquired, reaching to fiddle with his pen.

He tried not to flinch at question about the private therapy session. It wasn't like it was that odd of a concept, and Gilbert knew he wasn't very subtle. If the doctor figured it out it would surprise no one, after all, he probably had a schedule somewhere in Gilbert's file, letting him know when all of the albino's sessions were, as well as when he took medications, and probably all the recent punishments he'd been given for misbehaving.

He tilted his head a bit, and grinned at the doctor. He wondered if he should mention his visit to the newest patient, the kid in 317. Interesting runt, but Gilbert had a feeling that mentioning his thievery and giving keys to a kid who was placed in a special room would probably land him in solitary or at least locked in his own room for the rest of the day- not to mention it would ruin whatever the kid was up to. He couldn't let that happen, he was banking on the kid to prove to be interesting- maybe someone worth hanging out with. Even if that did mean getting in a lot of trouble himself, he was awesome, he could handle anything they threw at him.

“My day?” He asked back, as if mulling it over. “Boring. Infinitely boring. Life here in general is 'boring', or 'psychotic'.”

Grinning, he put his foot on the front of the desk and used it to push back, tilting his chair back up again. “Und as for group therapy, I wouldn't know, as I am not attending.” He raised his arms up as if to show off the lack of injury. He wiggled his fingers for extra measure. “Arlovskaya is attending, I'd rather keep myself free of harm, if it's all the same to you.”

The young doctor looked at him, offering him a small smile as he spoke. He listened this time, not writing anything down, and watched his expressions as he talked. Tapping his chin, he rested his elbow on the desk, setting his head on his propped up fist.

"I can understand why one wouldn't want to get hurt.. But next time please try to go to Group Therapy. If you want to avoid conflict, I suggest sitting away from the young girl and try not to irritate her." He said, tapping his eraser on the desk as he spoke.

Tino started to think, wondering about the man in front of him. He seemed so normal yet.. He definately wasn't if he was sent here. The blind rubbed his chin, looking at the albino, before sitting back. "On the other hand, I don't mind if you come to me instead of going to Group Therapy, it helps me get a better understanding of you and your daily routine."

Watching the Doctor with mild interest, Gilbert took note of the movements he made, trying to read the man's temper. Not that he cared if he was going to get in trouble for skipping that stupid session, in fact, he was proud to be skipping, and would take any punishment with a grin.

“I'll think about it.” He stated coolly, though he had no intention of going to any group therapy sessions at all, not any time soon. The last thing he wanted was to sit and listen to those freaks whine about all their problems, while a doctor snivelled and tried to sound authoritative. Gilbert swore, the only person in this whole damned place anyone took seriously was the head of Security, maybe, just maybe the Director, Mr. Honda.

Gilbert snickered at the thought of the Asians. He could think of a whole slew of insults to throw their way. Damned squinty eyed bastards, thinking they had any real say in what he did or didn't do. He gave the doctor a grin, “My daily routine? Well. I get up, take whatever pills get shoved on me, hang out with the nurses, lurk in the Rec Room is no one else is in there, and spend time in my room. There's not much there, and there won't be because there isn't shit to do here.”