Post by .PAAK on Jul 17, 2015 23:33:06 GMT -6
Note: Please forgive me. I’ve been studying for my state’s Bar Exam. I feel like this wasn’t up to par; however, it was the best I could do. If you decide read, thank you.
Medical Evaluation Analysis
Associated Psychiatrist: Amelia Johnson
Patient Name: Scarlet Flint
Official Diagnose: Histrionic Personality Disorder
Date of Evaluation: July 4, 2010
Analysis: Histrionic Personality Disorder (HPD), is a mental defect that is historically more prevalent in females than in males. HPD falls into the “Cluster B” category of personality defects; “Cluster B” disorders are commonly referred to as “dramatic” disorders, because they mainly center on a person’s emotions.
People suffering with HPD often exhibit the following characteristics:
- Highly emotional
- Overly sensitive
- Constantly seek the acceptance for those around them
- Heightened sexuality ( to the point that it can be inappropriate)
- Make irrational choices
- Prideful
- Quick to anger
I first conducted an evaluation on the patient, Scarlet Flint, when she was seven years old. At the time, she only exhibited signs of being highly emotional and seeking the acceptance of others.
I have given Scarlet an evaluation each two years since that initial date, along with two post evaluation conferences. Currently, at the age of twenty-one, she exhibits all of the characteristics listed above. Certain characteristics are more prevalent than others.
For example, Scarlet is not overly sensitive per se, unless she is being verbally attacked; in that case, she tends to exhibit heightened anger and pride. Based on her style of her dress, and by her own admission, she has been highly sexual for a number of years now. Additionally, if Scarlet feels close to a person, then see will seek their approval; if she perceives a person a stranger, then she will ignore them or shower them with anger.
Since the age of seven, it has been suggested that Scarlet seek therapy and take medication. She attended a number of therapy sessions between the ages of seven and eight. Nonetheless, her sessions were terminated because it was determined that they weren’t making any improvements. Currently, Scarlet refuses to go to therapy, because she doesn’t see the purpose. She has never taken medication, and she will not accept a prescription.
Despite her disorder, Scarlet is still highly functioning. She has adequate housing, and currently holds a job. Additionally, when she is acting rationally, she is not an issue. Therefore, even though she refuses go to therapy or take medication, she passes her evaluation.
―Amelia Johnson
New York City, NY
“The Big Ass House My Sister and I Stay In”
July 11, 2015
Ielahiah and Scarlet had lived together for about eight months or so. Initially, in theory, the two moved in so that they could be closer to each other. In practice, however, the two only saw each other three or four times a week at the most. Ielahiah wrestled for a nice company called FFP. The promotion ran two to three shows a week, and her contract specified that she could be booked on as many or as few as the company requested. Scarlet’s primary obligation was Visionaries of Wrestling. However, she had some sponsorships and endorsements that required her to travel, in addition to some other various indie dates.
On this particular evening, both were at home; both also had their respective boyfriends staying over as well. Scarlet and her “boo,” Jacob Figgins, were upstairs playing Xbox One; Ielahiah and her mate, Daniel Matthews, were downstairs watching movies.
After kicking a bunch of ass on Advanced Warfare, Scarlet became parched. She passed the controller off the Figg (her nickname for him) and descended down the stairs in search of finding nourishment.
Even though she had lived in the place for eight months, Scarlet was always taken aback by how massive her sister’s house was. Ielahiah was a couple of years older than Scarlet. Before the two even knew about each other, Ielahiah had been touring the world and making money. In just a few years, she earned enough to be able to buy houses in New York, Los Angeles, and Miami.
Back in Merced, Scarlet had only able to afford a one-room shack. The place was abysmal; and, back then, wrestling wouldn’t even cover her rent.
Scarlet ran her fingers through her hair as she made her way to the kitchen. Neither Scarlet nor Ielahiah cooked very often; however, their fridge was always stocked with food and drink. Upon entering into the kitchen, Scarlet saw her sister at the kitchen table. She was drinking a glass of red wine.
“Hey sis,” said Scarlet as she passed the table.
“Hey, little one.” Ielahiah took a sip as she looked over at her sister. A smirk came to her mouth. “You and Figg aren’t making babies up there right?” She let out a small laugh.
“Hmm?” It dawned on Scarlet that her sibling’s question was likely prompted by her appearance. She was dressed in a gray pair of boy-shorts and a Pink Floyd t-shirt. The t-shirt was actually Figgins’; somehow, she had acquired it during the course of their relationship. Scarlet discovered that the shirt had his unique scent on the shirt; and, it wouldn’t fade no matter how many times she tried to wash it. Therefore, she end up wearing it a lot. “Oh, naw, we aint doing that yet,” Scarlet said with a laugh. “That will go down later, if ya’ curious. Right now we’re just playing Xbox.”
“They say Xbox is thirsty work.”
“Yup, yup,” she said as she put her hand on fridge’s door handle.
“Hmm, I suppose you’re right.” She finished her whine. “I hope you aren’t lying to me though. I brought you out here so that we could bound. But all you seem to do is have wild, crazy, sex.” Ielahiah intended for her tone to be playful. She and Scarlet joked around all the time, so she figured things would be cool.
Scarlet, however, didn’t pick up on her sibling's tone. Her mood instantly flipped. She removed her hand from the fridge’s door. “I’m sorry.” She turned slightly towards the entryway. “Look, if you want me go, then I’ll do it. I don’t want to be a bother to you. So, I’ll―”
Scarlet began to walk out; however, she stopped in her tracks when she felt Ielahiah tug on her arm. Ielahiah spun her around and put her hands on Scarlet’s shoulder. “Hey! What did I tell you about talking like that? Stop it, right now.” The siblings stared at each other for a moment. “You are my blood, and I love you. I wouldn’t have asked you move in if I didn’t want you to.” She put her arms around Scarlet and embraced her. “I was only joking love. This house is your home now, alright? It’s just as much mine as it is yours. If you and Figg want to fuck up and down the stairs, then you do that.” She smiled. “Just make sure you clean up.”
Scarlet was rigid when Ielahiah first hugged her. After a few moments, she loosened up. She put her tiny arms around her much taller sister’s waist. “I’m sorry.”
“And stop saying that. You’ve got nothing to be sorry about, okay?”
“Okay,” Scarlet said.
The two break away from each other. “Now, are you hungry?”
“A little bit; I could eat.”
“Well, see if you can’t put some clothes on. We can go on a double date.” Scarlet’s sister quickly snapped her fingers. “By the way, you and I are getting up to train in the morning. Don’t give a fuck if you want to or not―we are getting you ready for this match of yours.”
“But―”
“No butts.”
“Damn it,” said Scarlet.
Merced, California
1115 E. Amber Ave.
July 15, 2015
Following the “incident” with the Carvers, Scarlet was readmitted back into the Open Door Orphanage. Theoretically, she should have been welcomed with open arms; she should have been hugged and showered with love.
Instead, she was shunned. An “outcast” she was not―she far surpassed that title. Upon her return, she became an “untouchable.” For months, the other orphans refused to interact with her. The orphanage's social workers did not fare much better. Scarlet was young, but she was not ignorant. She caught their icy cold stares; furthermore, she noted their unsympathetic tones.
It was during that four to five years at the orphanage that Scarlet learned to be self sufficient. She had no confidants, no allies―all she had was herself. She figured that’s the way things would always be.
She was mistaken.
At the age of ten, Scarlet was finally introduced to a “proper” home. Well, she wasn’t sure exactly how “proper” it was―but, at least it was a home. The Flints were, well, they would have been best described as “blue collar” family. Mr. Flint slaved in a factory from 9 am to 7 pm; Mrs. Flint was engaged in sanitary services at a nearby motel.
Were they rich? Not by any means. However, regardless of the fact that they lacked monetary means, they instilled one thing into a young Scarlet―hard work.
At the age of eighteen, Scarlet left the “comfort” of the Flint household, in order to venture out in the world by herself. It wasn’t that she disliked the Flints or anything of that nature. However, at that point in time, she just felt it was best to blaze her own path. Scarlet’s journey to independence lead of to the other side of town. She found a small apartment, and they landlord only charged her $300 a month. To be fair, $300 a month was still over priced. It was a tiny one-bedroom, no larger than a thimble. Within three foot-steps of the bed room, one found would his or herself in the bathroom. The stove, the refrigerator, the air conditioner, they all had seen better days.
To but it quite frankly, Scarlet had been slumming it.
In order to make ends meet, Scarlet was tasked with finding a job, like any other productive member of society. Six blocks from her house was a well-populated Starbucks. She knew she didn’t fit the mold of the typical barista; however, the coffee shop was close to her residence. So, one day, she worked up enough courage and ventured to that Starbucks.
The manager at the time was a bit of a stand-offish guy. He was white, in his mid-30s; a very “by the books” type of fellow. He was not too, receptive, to her at first. However, as she explained her situation, he softened, slightly.
Scarlet was hired.
Due to the coffee shop being so close to her home, she chose to walk there. In route to the Starbucks was small cemetery. She hadn’t paid the cemetery any mind on her first few trips. However, as she continued to travel and work, as began to notice it more often. In all honesty, the burial site was reminiscent of Scarlet’s apartment. It two was run-down, outdated, and slightly neglected.
Even though Scarlet resided at that dusty apartment for nearly eight years, and, even though the little one hiked to that same Starbucks six days a week, she never stepped foot inside the cemetery.
. . .
“Hey chica, you know not a bitch or nothing.” Pablo gingerly tapped on the brake pedal of his vehicle. The jet black 2011 Chrysler 300 came to an gentle stop. “But, this is a cemetery boo. And, it’s like it’s almost 9 pm.”
Scarlet shook her head; Scarlet figured Pablo would likely chicken out. A smile came to her lips. “What, don’t tell me you scared?”
“Naw, naw,” Pablo spurted out as he simultaneously averted his eyes from Scarlet’s. “But, I mean, what about respect for the dead and all that good?”
“When did you get all these high and mighty morals?” Scarlet rolled her eyes. “Some chollo you are.”
“I’m just saying ma’, this kinda’ weird yo’.”
Having heard enough, Scarlet let out an audible sigh and placed her hand on the passenger-door handle. “Look Pablo, you can bitch out and stay in the car; or, you can removed the dildo from your ass, nut up, and come with me. The choice is yours.”
This time, Pablo rolled his eyes. “Why you have to go there? You reckless yo’.” He reluctantly pulled on the car handle an exited the car; Scarlet did the same.
“Cause I know all the right shit to say to make you do whatever I want.” Scarlet proceeded to advance. She had her hands stuffed into the pockets of her tight, beige colored shorts.
“You vixen,” said Pablo, who was a couple of steps behind her. Pablo would have told you he wasn’t scared, he was simply “cautious.” His eyes darted back and forth as they tried to sense an impending peril. Llike he had mentioned prior to exiting the car, it was 9 pm. Scattered patches pale white and orange lingered in the sky; however, evening’s darkness had taken hold of the surrounding area.
Fortunately for him, Scarlet’s white tank top, coupled with the paleness that radiated from her bare arms and legs, made her stand out. She threw a look over her shoulder. “What’s the matter back there? You need me to hold your hand or some shit?”
“Naw. I’m just observing.”
“Yeah, you do that.” She chuckled a bit as she continued to walk. The graveyard had one main path that rain throughout the entire area. At points, the path splintered off, which lead to variously dispersed gravestones. “Hmm,” Scarlet said out loud. She didn’t know where she was going; she just let her legs do the walking. After she walked about six hundreds yards, something caught her eye. She stopped in her tracks as she spotted five gravestones, all line up in a parallel row. They were distinguished from the other headstones, and not just because of their placement. Many of the ones she had passed were chipped, faded, and neglected.
These five appeared to be in pristine condition, as if they were recently erected.
Pablo finally reached her and stood at her right-hand side. Carefully, Scarlet’s eyes moved from stone to stone. She lightly repeated their first names out loud.
“Tyler....Steven...Andrew...Sophia...Ace.”
She let out a miniscule laugh as her mind grasped the irony of all five of the names she had just read. Her gaze lingered on the tombstones as she began to speak. “Heatstroke is just on the horizon. And, just like with any big wrestling event, we are all bond to hear and see the same old shit. Everyone in the main event is going to talk about how it is their sincerest hope to beat Ziu Zhong and walk away with the World Visionary Championship. The dumb-asses in the preshow match will spew forth their fantasies about becoming a ‘main event player.’
“And of course, everyone in the Quest of the Case has grand dreams and aspirations of going on and receiving some magnificent prize.” She snickered a bit. “Well, everyone except for me that is.” She paused for a second. It wasn’t even for effect or anything; she was just taking her time. “You see, what you all need to understand is, I aint normal.” She snickered a bit; she also caught the irony in that statement. “Some would say I aint right in the head; you know, preconditions as shit.
“The fact of the matter is, I’m not like the rest of the bums in this match. Hell, to be perfectly honest, I don’t really give two fucks about winning or losing. To mean, that shit is trivial, you feel me? The ‘best of the best’ still lose matches; and, piece of shit scrubs, like Ace Watson, sometimes manage to scrounge up wins.” In an instant, her face switched from a laughter filled smile, to a nasty snarl. It was a look of utter disgust.
“You know what, I had a game plan in mind. Shit, I had this plan written down about what I was going to talk about. And I was going to follow that shit and it was gonna’ be good. But hey, there’s something I need off my size-B chest.” Pablo chuckled a bit. Scarlet didn’t say a word. She gave him an icy glare right jab to his left arm; Pablo shut his mouth and turned away to rub his arm. “Anyway, back to what I wanted to say.
“Aye yo’, VoW management―what the hell do ya’ll be thinking? Yo, people in this Business are so concerned about winning; ya’ll put so much stock into wins right? Then why the fuck ya’ll schedule some bullshit ‘redemption’ match? You know the one I’m talking about; the one with Mosh, Watson, and that bootleg Nina Stokes look-a-look. I thought this Business was about making the most out of the opportunities you are given, aint that right? Mosh sucked ass when he faced me, Watson couldn’t the job done in the qualifier, and old girl admittedly ran away from company like a bitch…
“And yet, VoW saw it fit to give them all a chance to be in this match? The fuck out of here!” Scarlet was fuming. “It’s a moot point tho right? Everyone and their mama know that Watson aint winning this match. He’s going to fail at Heatstroke, just like he failed at Fate of the Gods―yeah, don’t act like everyone has forgotten about that; I sure haven’t.”
Scarlet took a couple of deep breaths. After a while, she found what little composure she had. “Now at this point, I could go back to my ‘regularly scheduled programing’ and give ya’ll that promo that I had written down. OR, I could just speak from the heart.” She placed her open, right palm on her chin. After a few moments she snapped her fingers. “Fuck it, Ima just let it flow.
“Everyone in Quest of the Case is fighting and scrapping; everyone here wants to see their name up in lights. They want to be praised and loved and appreciated by the company―fuck all that. I’ve had the fame, I’ve had the spotlight; I aint sign with this company to receive all that.
“Do you all really want to when I’m in this Quest of the Case match? Do you really want to know why I’m ‘undefeated’ in VoW?” An eerily cheery smile came to her face. “Truthfully, it’s because people told me I couldn’t.
“All three competitors in my qualifying match tried to shit on me; now the brown is all over their face. Chuckles the Clown tried to make a mockery of me in the ring. Therefore, I bashed his skull. Andrew ‘bum ass’ Evans thought he was sly and could intimidate me.” A wicked smirk crossed her face. “Yo’, how’d my knee taste boo boo? Don’t worry, you’ll be getting a lot more of that in this match; you can count on that.”
She wiped her forehead, which had begun perspire a bit. “Now, for those of ya’ll who are slow, I’ll simplify things for ya’. I did it all out of spite!
“I am a wrestler; more importantly tho’, I’m the Red Reaper of dreams. This main difference between and the rest of ya’ll in this match is the motivation.” Scarlet turned to Pablo. “They call that ‘mens rea,’ aint that right Pab?”
“Sure, sure.”
Laughter began to resonate from her chest. “After I murder you five in the ring, I’m going to climb that good ladder, and pull down the case. However, that won’t be my victory. My crowning achievement will occur after the match, when I look down at the five of you!
“I’ll glance at Ace Watson. After a few moment, his eye will begin to turn red and puff. Then, he’ll start bawling like a little bitch. Eventually, he’ll realize that this one match was his chance to rise to the top of VoW―and it was stolen from him. Steve Herring will storm around ringside, pissed that he couldn’t seal the deal. Andrew Evan’s face will be one of disappointment and bewilderment―it’s going to be epic. Tyler Storm will be knocked out somewhere. And, Sophia Halter?”
Scarlet paused; she then shrugged her shoulders. “Well, the camera might elect not to pan over to Sophia. You know, she got that ‘uninterested’ butter-face type of deal going on. A shot of her would make people turn their TV off and shit.
“So, the camera will likely just pan over to my sexy ass.” She nodded. “That’s where it needs to be focused anyway.”
Howl!
Pablo jumped a bit at the sound. A stray dog must have been somewhere nearby. Scarlet however, didn’t seemed concerned. Once again, her mood and facial expression changed. She put on a feigned quizzical look. “However, I know how all this shit is going to go. Some of ya’ll will hear my words and simply dismiss them. Others will think I’m just delusional. The last remaining few with think I’m just full of shit, or that I’m blowing smoke out of my ass.” That tried and true smirk returned once more. “Yo’, I’ve got no right to dictate how you think. If you think I’m joking, and treat my comments as such, that’s your prerogative. If you think I’m delusional and bat-shit crazy, then do your best to ignore me―”
Scarlet held up her right index finger. “However, there’s one thing that no one going into this match ignore or deny. Whether you agree with my motivations and philosophies, I have proven that among all the wrestlers in this match, I am the best!
“Three wins.
“Zero loses.
“Fives assess definitively murked!”
She ran her finger through her Mohawk. “It would be travesty for me to fail in this match. I thrive off seeing people crumble beneath me. Who knows when I’ll get the opportunity to kills five wrestler’s dreams at once.” She placed her hands on her hips. “But, what would be more pitiful travesty, would be to allow one of you undeserving swine to pull down that case.
“Is...is there anyone in this match more deserving than me?
“Sophia's ug-mug shouldn’t even be in this match. But hey, since I’ve signed here, it seems VoW has a habit have ‘giving aint-shit, aint been shit, and aint ever gonna’ be shit’ motherfuckers a chance to shine. I guess she was just another of this company’s ‘charity cases.’
“If Mr. Herring was so ‘phenomenal,’ then his ass would even be in the match. Just about everyone else here is new to VoW. ‘Phenomenal’ people are prodigies; they skyrocket past the competition. By simple definition, you aint shit, because you in this match with all us ‘new comers.’ Fucking bum!”
She paused for a moment. “Tyler Storm in the only one might be worthy enough be in this match, with the exception of me of course. He’s a multiple, former champion. I can dig that, being one myself and junk. But yo’, the whole ‘you aint done shit in this company’ gets tossed in my face all the time by people. Or, I’m toss that on you Tyler. What the fuck you done here? Or further more, what the fuck have you done in this business?”
Scarlet wrapped her arms around her torso. “I’m just an young, impressionable rookie in this business―” she said. Her tone happened to be a few octaves higher than normal. “But I aint heard shit about you until like three weeks ago.” Her tone returned to normal. The look on her face indicated that she had more to say. But, she did not. Scarlet simply shrugged her shoulders.
“I could go on for days, but I’m not. I’m not going to that bitch who talks Twenty minutes about each opponent. Fuck that shit.”
Scarlet lifted her foot and stepped towards the first gravestone. She thrust her foot out and struck the stone dead in the center. The stone, which must have been of poor quality, crumbled into a heap.One by one, Scarlet demolished the five headstones. As she took a couple steps backwards; she then put her right hand and admired her handy work. Her smirk returned.“A lil’ preview of what’s the come. In a few days, you’ll all be staring at your shattered hopes and dreams. And just like them stones, I’m gonna’ take joy in watching you all crumble.”
Scarlet turned to Pablo. “Pissed ya’ pants yet?”
“Naw, naw.”
“Good. Now come buy a bitch some food; I’m famished.”
END
