"It is when we are most lost that we sometimes find our truest friends."
-Brother's Grimm
Sterile. It was the only thing that Jin could think of every time he came in here. This room was sterile, everything from the walls to the psychiatrist's desk was stainless steel. Even her keyboard, a mechanical steel board that once would have made Jin jealous, rang out with a metallic clink for every button pressed. She was typing slowly agai; shee did it from time to time since Jin told her he could tell what she was typing based on the clicking. What she let slip was something around the lines of "subject is highly cooperative today, sleeping well, taking medication although..." he assumed it was some sort of psychological tactic that would make him feel better about himself so he would commit to those actions. It might have worked if he wasn't bothered by the ever-present itch of a cotton jumpsuit that have never been within fifty yards of fabric softener before. It left him in a foul mood as always.
She stopped typing and was staring at him again. Had he stopped talking? Right. He was supposed to be doing that now.... what did she ask about again? That's right. The fight.
"Again. It wasn't my fault." Jin said with a sigh as he was met with a cool look of indifference, as the pale-skinned woman replied, "I believe you, but we still need to talk about it. That's you're here Jin. To talk. Please. Tell me your side of what happened." Her cool tone trailed off as her icy blue gaze fell back on Jin as the room fell silent.
So sterile.
Not a single sign of life in here.
Jin sighed again, "Look I don't know what the set guy off. One minute I was eating in the corner, just like I always do."
"Alone?" She interrupted with a curious tilt of her head.
"Alone." Jin confirmed before moving on, "As I said, I don't know what set him off all of the sudden he on me, I had no choice but to fight back. So I used my lunch tray...and neutralized the thread he presented" That sounded good. Almost official.
"Using the skills you picked up from the game?" She chimed in, interrupting once more.
It caused a knot in Jin's stomach. He didn't like talking about that era of his life, that time *that thing* had ended up consuming his entire life, and made him lazy enough to make the mistakes that landed him here. Just thinking about it brought a snarl to his face, the sight of which caused the doctor to lean forward with a fake look of concern plastered upon her doll-like face.
"It's ok Jin. Not everything from the game was bad. You used the skills you learned there to defend yourself didn't you?"
He could feel his hands clenching the sandpaper-like fabric he wore. He needed to calm down. He needed this to go well.
Is it so much to ask that she doesn't push his buttons? Bring up past trauma?
What kind of doctor is she really? A joke. A plant to keep him in here. Contained.
Deep breath.
In.
Out.
Ok. There we go, reboot complete. Composure back online.
"So you were alone?" She asked changing topics suddenly.
"Yes, I always eat alone. Always have." Jin said calmly.
"Really? I spoke to your cellmate before you, you know. He said he was there with you." She replied calmly.
"He was," Jin coughed, "He's always around that doesn't mean..."
Jin shuddered as the cell's iron door closed behind him, locking him inside.
These last four years, he could never escape the gnwaing feeling of being trapped, and being confined in the cell didn't make it any better.
"I'm sorry about what happened, I lost my cool and you shouldn't have had to deal with it."
It didn't make it any better *he* was in here.
They could have at least given him his own cell.
Jin ignored the man and went directly to his bed in the corner.
"Hey. I said I was sorry ok?"
Jin saw there was no point in replying.
No sooner had he lied down than the guard came back to the gate and bellowed, "Prisoner 56890, get up, your being transferred."
"Wait what?"
The number was Jin's he knew that, but why now right before curfew?
It tickled the back of his neck, something was off. Someone wanted to see him... but who?
"Alright alright, I'm coming" Jin said standing....
-Brother's Grimm
Rolls
4:13pm, March 1st, 2023
Federal Detention Facility, Medical Ward, New York City, New York
Sterile. It was the only thing that Jin could think of every time he came in here. This room was sterile, everything from the walls to the psychiatrist's desk was stainless steel. Even her keyboard, a mechanical steel board that once would have made Jin jealous, rang out with a metallic clink for every button pressed. She was typing slowly agai; shee did it from time to time since Jin told her he could tell what she was typing based on the clicking. What she let slip was something around the lines of "subject is highly cooperative today, sleeping well, taking medication although..." he assumed it was some sort of psychological tactic that would make him feel better about himself so he would commit to those actions. It might have worked if he wasn't bothered by the ever-present itch of a cotton jumpsuit that have never been within fifty yards of fabric softener before. It left him in a foul mood as always.
She stopped typing and was staring at him again. Had he stopped talking? Right. He was supposed to be doing that now.... what did she ask about again? That's right. The fight.
"Again. It wasn't my fault." Jin said with a sigh as he was met with a cool look of indifference, as the pale-skinned woman replied, "I believe you, but we still need to talk about it. That's you're here Jin. To talk. Please. Tell me your side of what happened." Her cool tone trailed off as her icy blue gaze fell back on Jin as the room fell silent.
So sterile.
Not a single sign of life in here.
Jin sighed again, "Look I don't know what the set guy off. One minute I was eating in the corner, just like I always do."
"Alone?" She interrupted with a curious tilt of her head.
"Alone." Jin confirmed before moving on, "As I said, I don't know what set him off all of the sudden he on me, I had no choice but to fight back. So I used my lunch tray...and neutralized the thread he presented" That sounded good. Almost official.
"Using the skills you picked up from the game?" She chimed in, interrupting once more.
It caused a knot in Jin's stomach. He didn't like talking about that era of his life, that time *that thing* had ended up consuming his entire life, and made him lazy enough to make the mistakes that landed him here. Just thinking about it brought a snarl to his face, the sight of which caused the doctor to lean forward with a fake look of concern plastered upon her doll-like face.
"It's ok Jin. Not everything from the game was bad. You used the skills you learned there to defend yourself didn't you?"
He could feel his hands clenching the sandpaper-like fabric he wore. He needed to calm down. He needed this to go well.
Is it so much to ask that she doesn't push his buttons? Bring up past trauma?
What kind of doctor is she really? A joke. A plant to keep him in here. Contained.
Deep breath.
In.
Out.
Ok. There we go, reboot complete. Composure back online.
"So you were alone?" She asked changing topics suddenly.
"Yes, I always eat alone. Always have." Jin said calmly.
"Really? I spoke to your cellmate before you, you know. He said he was there with you." She replied calmly.
"He was," Jin coughed, "He's always around that doesn't mean..."
Rolls
6:45 pm, March 1st, 2023
Federal Detention Facility, Prisoner Block, New York City, New York
Jin shuddered as the cell's iron door closed behind him, locking him inside.
These last four years, he could never escape the gnwaing feeling of being trapped, and being confined in the cell didn't make it any better.
"I'm sorry about what happened, I lost my cool and you shouldn't have had to deal with it."
It didn't make it any better *he* was in here.
They could have at least given him his own cell.
Jin ignored the man and went directly to his bed in the corner.
"Hey. I said I was sorry ok?"
Jin saw there was no point in replying.
No sooner had he lied down than the guard came back to the gate and bellowed, "Prisoner 56890, get up, your being transferred."
"Wait what?"
The number was Jin's he knew that, but why now right before curfew?
It tickled the back of his neck, something was off. Someone wanted to see him... but who?
"Alright alright, I'm coming" Jin said standing....