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Post by Deryk Bayard on Jul 23, 2008 0:49:07 GMT -8
"Just who are you?" A rather tall, intelligent man in a black suit and crimson tie looked down from behind his thin, square-frame glasses at the blonde boy. The boy was wearing a white dress shirt over s black tee-shirt, and sported simple black slacks. He'd made sure to clean up his look quite a bit from the grunge, punk, and unique styles that he normally wore. He wanted to look respectable. Had to look like a real college man.
"Derek Banner. I was sent here as something of an intern. Psychological studies of criminals, you know?" He spoke matter-of-factly, easily bringing out a bunch of papers that 'proved' his legitimacy. Forgery, for the win. "You are Doctor Crane, right?"
"Yes... Short notice though, Mister Banner... And a rather odd time for such an event. You also look a lot younger than a normal psychology student."
"Well, I took the initiative in coming here because of all the recent activity in the local high schools. It's a fascinating subject. I hope to gain more insight to the criminal mind here. It'll serve me well later on. As for age... Well, if ten year olds can get to college, why not me?"
"Very well..." He seemed rather indifferent. "I find them rather boring. I'll have you talk to these students, find out how each one got here, and get some notes on their personalities. Don't try to analyze these people though. It's easy really... They've either got superiority complexes, or inferiority complexes. I don't plan on spending much time with the fools. Go... Have your fun..."
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Psychiatric rooms here were little more than interrogation cells. The only real difference, was that nobody was listening in. Guards would only come if a certain button in control of the psychiatrist was pressed. One tap was for a normal summon. Three was for an emergency. Others couldn't watch or listen in because of confidentiality issues. Deryk had a pad of yellow paper out, a mechanical pencil laid out over it as he waited for his first subject. And it was a huge mouthful.
Sacricia Emily Lourdes E. Delos Santos
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Post by seishounohana on Jul 23, 2008 1:03:30 GMT -8
So let's say this was like... after the "Alone and Miserable" thread and before the "Rock bottom" thread. :D
They had her bathe, and put on brand new clothing for this next thing they were bringing her to. But what?
Emily didn't care, actually. Her expression was blank, and was basically cooperating when these enforcers told her to get ready for a little... chat... with a Psychiatrist.
Silver hair shimmered in the dim lighting as she was left inside with a shove and a slam of the door. Her eyes would roam around, honestly having absolutely no idea just where this was. She knew she was still within the confines of the facility, but this place was new-- Emily had never been in here to know what was to come.
She just stood there, green eyes looking around
What was she supposed to do here?
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Post by Deryk Bayard on Jul 23, 2008 1:15:51 GMT -8
"Hello there, Miss Santos..." Deryk grinned. This was his first contact with a person powerful enough that the faculty had to imprison her for reconditioning. Poor thing. "Please. Have a seat... All we're doing today is having a little chat. I want to get to know you. Doctor Crane, the lead psych here, wants me to just perform a preliminary evaluation. No blaming your mother, no deep memory probing techniques. Just chatter. We're not being watched. We're not being listened in on. No cameras. No mirrored glass. Everything said in here is between you, me, and Crane. He probably won't even call you in for another session after this one. Unless he finds you to be a more extreme case. You seem like a fairly stable and calm girl though."
He picked up his writing pad and motioned to the chair. It was padded. Probably something she wasn't used to in this facility. It was a bit more comfortable, thanks to the need for a relaxed patient. He seemed quite ready to start writing notes. Seemed like a real normal psych trying to get all buddy-buddy.
"First, do you have any questions for me? I want you to be comfortable with me before we begin."
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Post by seishounohana on Jul 23, 2008 1:27:54 GMT -8
"Hello there, Miss Santos..."
A voice.
Emily turned towards it and blinked slowly. Two guys. What? These two people are her psychiatrists...? "Please. Have a seat... All we're doing today is having a little chat. I want to get to know you. Doctor Crane, the lead psych here, wants me to just perform a preliminary evaluation. No blaming your mother, no deep memory probing techniques. Just chatter. We're not being watched. We're not being listened in on. No cameras. No mirrored glass. Everything said in here is between you, me, and Crane. He probably won't even call you in for another session after this one. Unless he finds you to be a more extreme case. You seem like a fairly stable and calm girl though."
Emily did as she was told and walked over towards the chair to sit, listening to his rather long assurance. She wasn't paranoid or even a delinquent -- Emily was just dragged onto this scenario by circumstances she could have avoided if she didn't cross the line to befriend someone powerful.
"First, do you have any questions for me? I want you to be comfortable with me before we begin." He introduced the psychiatrist, but--
"Who are you...?"
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Post by Deryk Bayard on Jul 23, 2008 1:42:23 GMT -8
~Riiiiinnnnnnnng! Riiiiiiiiiing! Riiiiiiing!~
Crane picked up his cell phone, checking the message. Everyone had text these days. He quickly got up when he read the message. "I have somewhere else to be. I'll leave this all to you. Talking to he won't require any special technique or supervision." He walked out as soon as he was done talking.
When the door closed, Deryk looked at Emily with a surprised-but-in-a-good-way sort of look. "Well. It's just us. Seems he's already disinterested in your case. He'll just have to read my notes later." He tapped the corner of the notepad on the table and set it down with a sigh. He slumped back, losing the perfect posture. In a single moment, he had lost that air of 'respectability' he'd put on.
"Anyway. I am Deryk. And as I said, I just wanna talk with you. Most importantly, I want to know what happened that landed you here. Why and how are two very important questions. If you're looking to know more about me... Well... I'm sixteen. I don't remember my astrological sign. I feel it's insignificant in the grand scheme of things. My favorite dessert is strawberry-blueberry cheesecake. I'm still a student. And I enjoy long walks on the beach."
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Post by seishounohana on Jul 23, 2008 6:30:02 GMT -8
~Riiiiinnnnnnnng! Riiiiiiiiiing! Riiiiiiing!~
"I have somewhere else to be. I'll leave this all to you. Talking to he won't require any special technique or supervision." Emily blinked twice. What... was that all about? Emily shrugged. "Well. It's just us. Seems he's already disinterested in your case. He'll just have to read my notes later." Emily would watch as he slumped and lost his 'professional' aura. Ah, so it was all a play... heh.
Knew something fishy was going on.
"Anyway. I am Deryk. And as I said, I just wanna talk with you. Most importantly, I want to know what happened that landed you here. Why and how are two very important questions. If you're looking to know more about me... Well... I'm sixteen. I don't remember my astrological sign. I feel it's insignificant in the grand scheme of things. My favorite dessert is strawberry-blueberry cheesecake. I'm still a student. And I enjoy long walks on the beach."
Emily rose an eyebrow and a pause would ensue for a few minutes. He had bombarded upon her a mound of information about himself. Somewhat reminded her of a certain person by the name of Christian.
She smiled though her face was now hidden by her hair. "Well Deryk, my... name is Emily." she told him. "I ended up here because..."
She paused again. "... I put my nose where it probably shouldn't be. Got myself involved with certain seniors who were probably were targets of Sean Barker for his experiments... and now, I've ended up to get enough attention to be one of the warden's experiments as well."
She sighed, face still hidden, but the tone of her voice implied something more of regret and self-hate.
It was through that mistake that led to yet another mistake... and another.
The chain never ends there-- dictated, and proven by experience.
Her fists clenched, but her face looked up and dawned a smile. Emily wasn't crazy... but her emotions sometimes were extreme. Right now, she was calm -- unsensitized even.
For now, she was just glad she had company. It had been a while since she had seen a face that didn't want to drag her into oblivion.
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Post by Deryk Bayard on Jul 23, 2008 21:39:22 GMT -8
"I see..." Deryk brought his thumb up to his lip, nipping the end harshly as he listened. "Vague though. Details would be nice. Particularly on what's been going on here. I'd like to encourage you to tell me every last thing that you experienced in these... Experiments... Did they tell you what they were doing to you? Drugs? Torture? I want to know exactly what these..." He struggled to find a correct word to use in the situation. "...People... Have done to you. And if you know anything of what they've done to the other 259 students, I'd like to know that as well."
He started writing something down, his pencil thrashing over the page in short bursts as he occasionally looked past the paper to look Emily in the eyes. "If you're not up for it though, it's okay. Wouldn't want you to have an episode in here. I pray that whatever they've done... It hasn't effected you yet."
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Post by seishounohana on Jul 23, 2008 22:02:25 GMT -8
"I see..." Emily's smile faced at the next line of words though, "Vague though. Details would be nice. Particularly on what's been going on here. I'd like to encourage you to tell me every last thing that you experienced in these... Experiments... Did they tell you what they were doing to you? Drugs? Torture? I want to know exactly what these... People... Have done to you. And if you know anything of what they've done to the other 259 students, I'd like to know that as well. If you're not up for it though, it's okay. Wouldn't want you to have an episode in here. I pray that whatever they've done... It hasn't effected you yet."
"Heh, then your prayers are a bit late. They've put in a total of two doses of this... drug... in me. Basically, to what I remember on what he said... and some observation, that this drug he used... er... twice, on my case boosts a person's abilities." She chuckled to herself, why... the news of their disappearance had spread. "Also they basically they have us fight either against each other, or some thugs. A... friend of mine and I took on a hundred... and later on, I took on 50 on my own. I know of only three people inside the facility right now: Leon Sudeki, Mathew Amtrum and Myself."
Of course, she didn't know Olesya and Dots were taken at this point. Emily crossed her arms and leaned back at the chair. "You're from 259 too, are you not?" she queried, "What's... been happening outside?"
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Post by Deryk Bayard on Jul 23, 2008 22:51:50 GMT -8
"Amtrum..." Deryk smirked a little as he heard the name. Because of a single meeting with the powerhouse, he'd began to look into his sudden disappearance. He'd never trusted what the schools and the media said. They were too easily manipulated. And that was how he found out about the correctional facility. And philosophically, he despised this place to it's very core. Ethically too, now that he was hearing about the drug manipulations. Plus, they were keeping secrets. Deryk loved secrets. It was a lot of fun prying them from people's cold, dead, hard-drives.
Too much? Never.
"I see... Should prove most useful in the future. My condolences for the pain you must have endured so far. So in exchange, I'll gladly give you whatever information I can give you. Yes, I am a 259 student. I won't be lying to you here. No reason to. Although, I do confess that walking on the beach is far too tiring for me to be enjoyable. The sand is not the most stable of walking surfaces. I digress. I'm not sure entirely when you went missing. However, the school has been fairly silent so far. It as if when you all went missing, the school calmed down considerably. No wonder, with Leon and Mathew out of the picture, right? But I do have one piece of information you might not know. Zack Asiv has been replaced by Sean Barker. Unfortunately, I haven't hit into any of the inner talk loops of the school yet. I'm not the most socially graceful."
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Post by seishounohana on Jul 23, 2008 23:34:34 GMT -8
"I see... Should prove most useful in the future. My condolences for the pain you must have endured so far. So in exchange, I'll gladly give you whatever information I can give you. Yes, I am a 259 student. I won't be lying to you here. No reason to. Although, I do confess that walking on the beach is far too tiring for me to be enjoyable. The sand is not the most stable of walking surfaces. I digress. I'm not sure entirely when you went missing. However, the school has been fairly silent so far. It as if when you all went missing, the school calmed down considerably. No wonder, with Leon and Mathew out of the picture, right? But I do have one piece of information you might not know. Zack Asiv has been replaced by Sean Barker. Unfortunately, I haven't hit into any of the inner talk loops of the school yet. I'm not the most socially graceful."
Emily chuckled to herself.
Old news.
She only had one question though, "... What date is it? It was around April-may when I was taken... sometime along that. It's been a while, I've forgotten."
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Post by Deryk Bayard on Jul 23, 2008 23:47:03 GMT -8
"Then there's been nothing new since then. It's July 24th. Been a while, yeah?" He stood up, dropping his note pad. There was only a picture of a flying squirrel. Kind of a anime-styled version with tribal tattoos all over it. If she'd ever played The World Ends With You, she'd recognize it pretty quickly as Noise. But the important thing was, there were no notes.
"So, pretty boring in here isn't it? I can't get you out of here, for obvious reasons, but I can maybe add a ray of light to an otherwise shitty situation. Make a wish. See what happens. Of course, we could just keep talking for a while like we're supposed to, and as soon as that's done, send you back to your cell before calling in Mathew. Then Leon... Then the rest of them..."
((EEP! Short!))
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Post by seishounohana on Jul 24, 2008 3:05:36 GMT -8
"Then there's been nothing new since then. It's July 24th. Been a while, yeah?" Emily nodded as she looked down. Aye... she had been gone that long?
Just how much lessons had she missed?
How much time had she wasted?
How she missed her friends...
... how she missed, him, of all people.
Her thoughts were interrupted when Deryk finally stood and dropped his notepad. Emily was lean over and pick it up, noting quickly that there really was nothing written here. Only a squirrel.
Well, she wasn't much of a gamer, but the design was familiar.
"So, pretty boring in here isn't it? I can't get you out of here, for obvious reasons, but I can maybe add a ray of light to an otherwise shitty situation. Make a wish. See what happens. Of course, we could just keep talking for a while like we're supposed to, and as soon as that's done, send you back to your cell before calling in Mathew. Then Leon... Then the rest of them..." Emily looked down, frowning, at the mention of him unable to get her out of this horrid place. Then again, he did have a point -- it wasn't easy to get in alone, it would be much harder to go out with one more person.
It had been a a while since she had been able to talk to someone like this.
Being alone made her talk to that part of herself that she wanted to forget. She was afraid of being alone, for the things that it brought her to be; albeit more so than her fear of dogs. Her fear of the dog could be overcome, but this-- no. This fear started at the death of Shinichi -- Emily had always believed that her existence was cursed.
Her parents died because of her.
The Aoyama's died because of her.
Shinichi died because of her.
Layla became paralyzed because of her.
Just what was her worth...? Why was she still alive? She had nothing: Emily only had a few things left that was dear to her, one was Layla, Rem, and--
"Have... you heard of the gang by the name, Militia?"
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Post by Deryk Bayard on Jul 25, 2008 0:21:35 GMT -8
"Militia?" He tilted his head to the right a little bit, placing his fingers on his chin as if it somehow helped his memory. He had a lot of data to search though, and he wasn't exactly as flawless as a hard drive. But, he was able to recall a few small things. Nothing big except that it involved the Nazi boy. He was kind of their leader.
"Heh... Nazi-boy's gang? I don't know much about them. I once encountered the guy in the school halls though. It was quite a while ago. I don't even know if Milita had formed back then. I was getting the better of him at the time. Didn't last long though. I've never been one to endure a fight I didn't have to, and he gave me an option of escape."
But why was she bringing this up? Maybe she had a thing for the Nazi-boy. He was bish. What girl could resist bish? Sure, the guy had a name, but it was more fun to call him on his eyepatch. Oddly enough though, he didn't care about the symbol, and though it was associated with the Nazis, it was associated with several other famous people because the symbol's origin was something of a good luck charm. Don't hate the symbol, hate the perpetrators, right?
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Post by seishounohana on Jul 25, 2008 6:37:09 GMT -8
"Militia?"
"Mmhmm."
"Heh... Nazi-boy's gang? I don't know much about them. I once encountered the guy in the school halls though. It was quite a while ago. I don't even know if Milita had formed back then. I was getting the better of him at the time. Didn't last long though. I've never been one to endure a fight I didn't have to, and he gave me an option of escape."
Heh.
'Nazi-boy', huh? So typical that they'd call "Jon"... or shall we say, "Unfettered"... that. She looked down, her hair covering her face again as she grinned.
She'd not say anything.
"Have they been up to something, lately?"
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Post by Deryk Bayard on Jul 25, 2008 22:43:58 GMT -8
"No, not that I've seen. As I said. The school has been slow since the last major incident, and since the Earth Dragon was taken here. The biggest thing since... Was nothing more than a boring act of graffiti." He shrugged. Funny thing was, he had been the one that laid down the paint on the school walls. S/Crow wasn't big news in the world yet, and wasn't even big news in 259. At least they were having a Hell of a time taking it down.
"Gum?" He pulled a half-pack of Juicy Fruit gum from his pocket, taking a stick for himself before setting it on the table in front of Emily. Sure, it was random, but just about everything he did was random now-a-days. Funny that he was the psychiatrist in this situation. He probably needed some sort of help. But it made him different. Not necessarily bad, just different. Different enough that society could, and likely would, see him in a negative light.
"About all you've missed is class time and the rising of the sun every morning. You probably miss homework by now... This place sucks."
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