User:Malthebear

hello this is where i'm going to put ideas for a novel. i dont know the methods that ill use but i will try and use various stimuli.

23/06/08

mark: dressed in smart business attire: snappy but sutle 'debonair' and american corporate head

arnold: tidy appearance but ruffled. clothes could be said to match but only just. tiwanese; psychologist

the two are meeting at the bar in a bed and breakfast in the leafy sorounds of ....(somewhere inconspicious). both have aranged other appointment in the city so has to not highlight their meeting.

''mark shakes hands with arnold, is standoffish but friendly. preable about a mutual aquataintance that they both know,

mark; in fact it was geordie that refered you to me. his suggestion was that noone would believe the ramblings of a pshchologist from some third world country. of course those that know of you specialties are wise enough to keep their mouths shut trevor smiles knowingly.

arnold; in replyit is one of the things that astounds me. that people make assuptions based on the fact of where some-one was raised. they aren't necessarily interested in all the facts that have been involved in the persons upbringing. since i come from a poor third world country people assume that my qualifications aren't worth shit.

mark; "raising his glass in a salute". well i must say gordie was full of high praise about your skills.

arnold; gordie has good reason too. he needed help with a congresmans daughter. it seems that she had gone off the railes. mimicing an adolesent girl im the daught of F.  i can do what i want. and if i get in trouble my daddy will pay to get me out. in normal tones. of course this was true to a point. in fact she was burning through daddy's dollars like a right little spoilt princess. but like some of you americans like to say "everyone has a breaking point" and it seems that this girl had found her fathers breaking point.

mark; well i must say that you've got me interested. what happened.

arnold; i assure you mark that i like nothing better than getting home and walking around barefoot and in my boxers. if you think that i enjoy dressing like the consumate psychologist you are mistaken. truth be know the only time i feel halfway to normal is when im on holiday.

but that is the reason (and an attractive but at that) that im payed $70 000 a day. im a professional and as such if this meeting is to continue i will assume that you except my fee and that you will treat me with the courtesy that all professionals expect.

mark; somewhat flabaggasted but still composed enough to raised his glass in salute again. of course! you insult me in having to ask. and as one professional to another i will assume that you know the rule in relation to this engagement.

trevor; nods. of course and you insult me in having to ask.

mark; surreptiously hands trevor an envelope we want to send this guy crazy.

trevor: nods again and puts the envelope in breifcase.

mark: we've tried everything with this guy to make him a successful plant. you know how it goes: once they've been sentenced for some horrible crime all you have to do is give them directions and you've got a friend for life.

leaning back in his chair appearing tired and commited our main aim was to create a psychopath. you know how it goes there is alway someone that you might want to get rid of. i make no bone about it either.

arnold; leaning forward to take a sip of his burbon you applied the association test?

mark. yeah. we hooked up his tv so that any time that he wanted to watch it his main frame of reference would be critical hit points on the body. and my favorite, when he was out having a coffee/or a drink we would construct an enviroment such that he would have to obsevre the person (in this case a geogouse woman) in terms the c.h.t. and make sure that the moment is highlighted by some calming music.

arnold; ''giggles and unfolds his legs" that is the first thing that they taught us in first year. conflicting emotions to highlight a discepance in the persons reality.

mark; yeah, well we thought that it was all sussed. fuck he'd been screwing one of our scrag agents for years. and she, as you know played her role.