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Of course she had been pretty open to her answers to the questions up until now. Maybe she had figured out what he was trying to do but he didn't know why she would close up on that. Surely, she wanted a nice warm bed, some food, and her dog back. He could get her all of those things if she just continued to cooperate.
Of course he couldn't say that now. The court would be able to tell if the recording had been messed with. If he had edited the clip out. They would also review the camera footage and try to lip read. They were pretty good a lip reading as well. So he didn't bother. Instead he just raised an eyebrow and continued on.
"And what happened to your family? Any fathers, neices, aunts, grandparents?" He questioned, trying to dig a little more on her family situation. These interrogations were the fun part, trying to figure out why criminals became criminals. Maybe that was just the psychologist dream deep within him that he never got to fulfil. He waited for her answer but added briefly,"In as many details you can give me, describe your family background and history." Just to make sure he was quite clear about his question. He wanted a clear answer for his own interest but also the court. They would want to know just as much as he did. He leaned forward and rested his elbows on the table, his eyes making contact with her own. |
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"Dead."
She shrugs,"As for the rest, I don't give a shit about them." She had done her research on her family, she knew abut them. Two aunts on her father's side and an aunt and uncle on her mother's side. No cousins, grandparents were dead. Two brothers, no sister-in-laws and no nieces or nephews. Nada, none. The six family members that were alive, she never contacted them. They lived well lives, her brothers had gotten off better then she had. And her aunts and uncle never cared enough to come down. They lived in the United States, and they hadn't visited England in years.
She raises her eyebrow briefly at the command, or perhaps request, to explain her family background. "I don't have a family. And even if I did claim them by blood, they can all go rot in hell." That was all she wanted to say about that, and she wasn't lying. Her brothers could have come and got her, or begged their new families to either find her a good home and take them in. Her aunts and uncle could have come up, no doubt they were informed of their siblings death. So, she owed them nothing, and so she didn't call them family.
Hell, she barely thought about them. She'd gone to see how her brothers were living once, and she never went back. Both of them had great new families, more siblings. Great parents, and by now they probably had girlfriends or wives, who knew? She hadn't gone back in a while. She did suspect the cop would ask about her brothers, what their names were. She'd play dumb and say she never got far enough to find out. She was tired of this interview, and she didn't prefer to give out this much personal information, especially on recording. |
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"I see," Silas frowned at the very opinionated statement about her family. So she had no family or none that she would like to claim. It was weird hearing someone talk so agressively about their family. He wondered what had happened to their relationship to make her feel anger toward that. He also knew it wasn't relevant to the court case so he didn't bother to ask. He didn't like the personal questions so he only asked them in relevance of the court. So he didn't ask any more details about her family. He did make sure to write down this was a sensative topic to discuss for her. "Thank you, now I'm going to ask you 10 true or false questions, you just answer as honestly as you can," This was part of the mental health assessment. Just to see if he could blame her crimes on mental health. That helped loosen time 76 percent of the time. Mental health should loosen up some of that anger though. He really didn't want her to sound too pissed. It didn't look good when the court reviewed this questions.
"Tell me when you're ready to begin," He kept his gaze on hers, studying her eyes briefly for any sense of emotion. He didn't see much, probably because she was safegaurding it the best she could. She was probably going to lie at least once in these questions even though lying really didn't help no one. It was just the common response from criminals for some reason.
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"Go for it."
Would she answer then truthfully? Well, it depended on what kind of questions they were. Like she'd already thought, and was continuing to think, she just wanted the damn interview to be over. It was annoying and the cop got on her nerves. He was trying to help her, which was fine for others, but she? She didn't want help, and she didn't need it. She just needed her dog and a way out of this hellhole. She'd never been detained this long, typically if she did allow them to bring her to the station, they just threw her in a cell and she was out before they could return.
Though she'd only allowed it a few times, most the times she just broke out of the cuffs before they put her in the car, or she'd just run. Twisting and turning and going in odd patterns to throw the cops off. This was the longest she'd ever been detained, and she was not happy. Everything about the police station she hated. The cop apparently was trying to get her to pour her heart out, no doubt so the court would go easy on her, but hell, she just wanted out. And if she knew that she could just be released after serving her time, then she'd cooperate better.
However, she knew that they'd put her through some kind of program. Or make her go to a therapist, or even perhaps a support group where'd she'd have to talk about her feelings. Hell, she'd rather die then talk about her feelings to some stranger. They were called her feelings for a reason, not anyone elses, and definitely not their business. In any way, shape or form. |
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He figured this part would be the easiest part to answer. After all, they were true or false. Of course, he couldn't trust her to have enough patience for them. She was already showing signs of annoyance. But in a way. annoyance was natural. She was a low-life theif caught for something she should have easily gotten away with. Not only that but had been caught by the nice cop. Criminals tended to not like him for some odd reason. Maybe it was his hair or eyes or the fact he wasn't the bad or funny cop. He took his job seriously but also with sympathy. He really just wanted to help criminals. "Your name is Rylee Hunt? True or false?" So began the worst questions of her life or what would be judging by her annoyance for the background part of the interrogation. "You do not have an address or place of residence?" He went on to the next question. He had sat the notebook down on his lap. Not needing them for these questions. "You enjoy watching what you classify as good people suffer from your actions?" Psychological evaluations were tedious but he rather enjoyed them. It was interesting to see how criminals reacted to these. Of course, they probably didn't seem so important now but in court, they must definitely did. |
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"True."
Her name was Rylee Hunt, it always had been, and it always will be. She didn't plan on getting married and she sure as hell didn't plan on going to the government to professionally change it, or she supposed, legally change it. Though, she didn't think she would have to change her name the same others did since she wasn't in the system. So, she did suppose, if needed, she could change her name. There wasn't records on her that said her birth name, so, there was no way anybody would be able to tell.
"False."
She didn't have an address, but that didn't quite mean she didn't have a place of residence. It just.... Shifted a lot. But, if she really thought about it. She camped out in the same area quite often, so perhaps her place of residence wasn't a specific house or building, but rather an area of the city. But, she wasn't going to say that to the cop. No doubt he'd find a way to turn her logic back on her, and she wasn't in the mood for that. Hell, she was barely in the mood to answer the truth/false questions.
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The next question she hesitated more on. Did she get enjoyment from other's suffering? Whether good or bad? "False." She was a criminal, but she wasn't completely cold hearted. She just did what she had to do to survive and if that meant terrifying people, then she would do it, that didn't mean she enjoyed it.
Three out of ten. That left seven more. She hadn't necessarily lied yet, but she had twisted the truth. Or skirted around it. She did make a pretty great liar if she had to. She was capable of keeping her emotions completely under control. Her face calm and her gaze cold. With any luck, she'd make it through the rest of the questions without revealing too much about herself. |
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"True." He gave a nod toward her name. He would have to background check it later to figure out if it was a birth name or fake name. He was making note of how her voice carried at the true statement. That's the perfect way to tell if she was lying or not. "False." He raised an eyebrow at the false answer about the place of residence. He wondered briefly if they were thinking of the same meaning behind the words. A place of residence wasn't something that was stolen. It was something owned by her and that she was making payments on. And, in his own personal opinion, she seemed way too thin to be able to afford a house. "Make sure you are answering these questions honestly, Ms. Hunt," His voice was low with a sense of forbodding. It wouldn't look good for her if she was proven to be lying on this part of the exam. Although, the pattern of her voice didn't seem to change. He saw her thinking through the last one. It would have caught her off gaurd for sure. It always did. She answered false and her false matched the true statement. He gave a nod and continued on. "You often question your self-worth or spend your time worrying about what the future might bring?" Next set of questions. He looked at her to make sure she was doing okay, checking for any disturbance in behavior. The first serious answer was checking for abusive characteristics. This one anxiety. "You don't feel pain whenever you are injured or you like pain you feel when injured?" Self-harm qualities. Thanks to his almost degree in psychology, he was very familiar with these questions and what they were asking for. |
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Rylee fought the urge to smile or smirk, her face staying impassively calm. She was telling the truth, to a certain extent. Though she didn't really like being called Ms. Hunt. Why? It felt weird, hell it was weird enough someone was calling her by either first or last name. She hadn't heard it in years, at least not from someone else's mouth. Many, many years. She couldn't remember the last person that said her name, but she remembered because it was a rare moment when someone actually knew her name instead of stranger, stupid, poor, or another one of those insulting names.
"False."
At least to the first part, well, at least that's what she told herself. She told herself she didn't care about her self-worth, but for how many time she'd told herself that, clearly she did. But, in her eyes, she wasn't lying. The second part was true, she did often wonder what her future held and where she was going. But... That was another skirting around the truth part there. If pressed on the matter, she would simply claim that she had been answering the first part of the question, not the second.
"False."
She had a high pain tolerance, that just meant she could withstand more pain. She still felt every bit of it, and she definitely did not like it. Now that they'd gotten through half of the questions, she understood what was happening. The cop was trying to be a therapist, trying to dig into the psychological side. He was trying to gauge her emotions to see if he could dig up anything about her pass. That fifth question was no doubt about self-harm. But, living on the streets had given Rylee an incredible ability to hide her emotions pretty damn well. But, of course, even she had her breaking point. She just hoped the cop wouldn't be able to figure out what that breaking point was.
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So she was either lying or she was different from the other criminals. Silas was surprised, normally his normal suspects would have opened up by now. Some of them would by crying. But not Rylee. It seemed to him that she wasn't suffering from anything. However, only a few more questions were left. These ones might have more of an impact on her, speaking that abandonment was one of them. She seemed rather angry last time he brought up her family which could be a trigger point. Not to mention, by now, she probably had a rough idea of what he was doing. Most criminals did. At this point, this was normally the point where they lashed out at him. But he knew Rylee wasn't dumb and wouldn't try that. Not with the gaurds and cameras. She had to be smart, to avoid the law this far along in her crimes. "You felt a sense of abandonmen from your friends, your peers, or family?" This one he wanted to pay attention to. He wanted to observe everything. This one was going to hit a nerve. Again, it was just routine questions. Wasn't personal or targetted,"True or false, dear?" |
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Shit, she didn't like how he worded it. Felt, not feel. It had to be past tense. She had felt abandoned when she was younger, but now she didn't give two shits. And yet, there was no dodging this question. She couldn't skirt around it, or avoid it. If he had kept it present tense, hell yeah she would have denied that. But, alas. There was no logic or anything to get her around that question. And so, finally, just as calmly as she had said the other five answers, she states.
"True."
Six down, four to go. And the way it was going, she wasn't going to be a big fan of the last four. If this was how it was with only an interview, imagined if they managed to stick her into an actually mental hospital or with a therapist. She would lose her shit and probably actually commit the most major crime of all. Manslaughter. If she couldn't escape and was forced to see a therapist, that would be her breaking point. She would quite literally lose her mind and go batshit crazy on anything and everything she saw. Therapist, therapist's office, the guards that would no doubt be there.
If she hated anything more then talking about her feelings and getting into personal business, it was therapists. She couldn't fully explain why, but she just hated them. Rylee was sure there was probably something mentally ill with her. Whether it be a personality illness, or a depression illness, or something else. She definitely wasn't okay in the head, at least not completely. But who was? Who could honestly say that they were completely okay, mentally and physically. |
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