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Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2022 10:36:29 GMT -5
Dr Sin, Open for Business.
Therapy for all
The sign read, as ever for the past 32 years, In spite of his name he had a fairly consistent customer base who would swear by his services. He was in a rather prosperous spot, just off one of the main shopping streets in Central City. So foot traffic always made its way past his door.Looking in you could see a few planters by the window, a room painted white. The walls were decorated with landscapes both fantastical and simple. Focusing on nature and farming. Some contained hidden dragons or a unicorn but still maintained a grounded feeling. A desk was built next to the far wall as you entered, leaving plenty of room for comfortable wooden and cushioned seating. Of various sizes to suit the vast array of species and sizes that were patients and potential ones alike. Behind the desk was a set of double doors akin to a hospital with a small porthole in the centre of each one.
Then upstairs was a straight staircase with a wooden bannister and plain white walls interspersed with similar landscapes. At the top was a panelled wooden door with a buzzer.
Inside, Dr Sin was looking out the window down at the street with a cup of coffee in his hand. The other is resting in his pocket. Regularly the coffee would have burned anyone’s tongue and hand. But he was not regular at all. He stood with a waistcoat with simple tartan patterns and matching trousers, the pattern was grey and brown with small yellow dots at the centre of each cross. The button-up shirt underneath is a deep red. “Ahhh…” escaped his lips between sips, a small amount of steam escaping with it.
The office was comparatively lavish, a desk carved of mahogany (of course), upon which rested only a few items. A laptop, a book and a pen. Stood in a small crevice towards the window, behind which was a bookshelf, intricately carved showing a depiction of an angel and a demon fighting above the top shelf. The angel wings splayed out behind them with a bow, the demon crouched to jump with a large sword.
But, the center piece was the chaise lounge. Maroon cushions and delicately carved oak upholstery caught the eye and invited a patient to rest. Across from which was a tall, stern armchair. Generously cushioned in a wine colouration and also made of oak.
He awaited his first patient of a new era.
WC:420
