Post by Lieutenant Robin Star on Apr 14, 2014 5:01:04 GMT -8
(OOC: This is an Out-of-timeline thread, me and B'ran have been given special permission by SC to write this thread as it takes place shortly after Robin was put in the brig a month ago)
As Robin expected, Sig had decided to come down to the brig to talk to him for a more thorough check-up. There had been no shoutings words and in fact, there had been very few exchanged words except a short firm lecture and some advice. It astonished him that it wasn't an order, or maybe it was and Robin didn't pick up on it but the point in the matter was that it was clear that Sig strongly recommended him to see a counselor.
For once, Robin agreed and it was because of that he now stood outside the offices. One more step, the doors would open, he'll have to fill out some stupid form, wait a few minutes and then spill all that he was. You've done this before... he reminded himself but that very reminder in itself was a reason why he wanted to turn around and walk away.
He stepped forward into the office and approached the receptionist. There was no teasing 'I've been expecting you', just a kind smile, a passing of a PADD and a gesture for Robin to sit down. He strolled through the primary standard questions with ease, it wasn't as if he had forgotten his name or date of birth. Then the questions got more relevant, why was he here? He resisted a snarky response of 'I need help'.
A few seconds ticked by before he typed out a brief answer, "Loss of emotional control". It was pretty vague but honestly, Robin came here to talk to someone, not a PADD. The next question that appeared was a lot more unexpected and he had no immediate answer.
What gives your life meaning or purpose?
Robin leaned back against the chair and looked up at the ceiling, his gaze gravitating towards a light that was similar to that of one inside a turbolift. He remembered the shared moment between himself and Alyssa, what he said, what he felt compelled to do.
"To protect those that I..." His finger paused, half way between a 'C' and an 'L'.
"I care about." He finished.
With a deep inhale of breath, Robin stood and returned the PADD to the reception desk before taking a seat once more. A little more time passed and Lieutenant B'rannon appeared from his office.
Tag: @branon
As Robin expected, Sig had decided to come down to the brig to talk to him for a more thorough check-up. There had been no shoutings words and in fact, there had been very few exchanged words except a short firm lecture and some advice. It astonished him that it wasn't an order, or maybe it was and Robin didn't pick up on it but the point in the matter was that it was clear that Sig strongly recommended him to see a counselor.
For once, Robin agreed and it was because of that he now stood outside the offices. One more step, the doors would open, he'll have to fill out some stupid form, wait a few minutes and then spill all that he was. You've done this before... he reminded himself but that very reminder in itself was a reason why he wanted to turn around and walk away.
He stepped forward into the office and approached the receptionist. There was no teasing 'I've been expecting you', just a kind smile, a passing of a PADD and a gesture for Robin to sit down. He strolled through the primary standard questions with ease, it wasn't as if he had forgotten his name or date of birth. Then the questions got more relevant, why was he here? He resisted a snarky response of 'I need help'.
A few seconds ticked by before he typed out a brief answer, "Loss of emotional control". It was pretty vague but honestly, Robin came here to talk to someone, not a PADD. The next question that appeared was a lot more unexpected and he had no immediate answer.
What gives your life meaning or purpose?
Robin leaned back against the chair and looked up at the ceiling, his gaze gravitating towards a light that was similar to that of one inside a turbolift. He remembered the shared moment between himself and Alyssa, what he said, what he felt compelled to do.
"To protect those that I..." His finger paused, half way between a 'C' and an 'L'.
"I care about." He finished.
With a deep inhale of breath, Robin stood and returned the PADD to the reception desk before taking a seat once more. A little more time passed and Lieutenant B'rannon appeared from his office.
Tag: @branon