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He knew what she was going to say before she even bothered to answer. He remembered when he first mentioned her mom and how she reacted there. That gave a hint that there was something going on, something she wasn't speaking of. And then when she said her family could rot in hell. "True" Sounded about right. He was glad this question didn't ask her clarify her answer on what group that was mentioned. That would have probably hit a nerve which was something he wasn't interested in doing. The only time he focused on psychological nerves was to stop a criminal and it was used as last resort. He didn't like messing with psychological issues. Probably because he had his own he'd rather not discuss. That's why he stopped persuing his psychological degree. He didn't want to be a hypocrite. "You have been sexually assaulted and/or physically or mentally abused, even if it was self inflicted," Next question, new target area. These questions were supposed to get more mentally invasive. That was their nature. First test a lie vs a true statement, then jump into serious questions. The more personal they got, the more of a chance that the criminal had in lashing out so he was always prepared at this point to use his taser or call the gaurds. He wasn't here to fight, just ask questions. He did keep her gaze focused on her face, trying to detech any emotion from these questions. It was part of the exam but also because he was trying to look for signs that the criminal might turn on him or attack him. It was just second nature. |
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Was living life on the streets abuse? No one really bothered her, some use to pity her enough to spare her some money. The few people who were rude to her chased her away with a variety of items. She'd been hit a few times, but that was because the people were rude and didn't care for a homeless child. So, in a way, she did suppose she suffered physical and mental abuse. As for sexual assault? Nope, she was quick on her feet and had always managed to slip away before anything like that happened. It also helped once she got Maverick, though the dog was skinny, he had still scared people away.
"True."
Again with the calm, pretty much emotionless answer. The cop did seem a little more tense, a little more observant. No doubt other criminals had started attacking about this point. Seven questions in, they got personal, they really did. But, hell, Rylee wasn't going to add to her list of minor crimes by adding a major one. Assault of a police officer. She knew better, she knew she would have to bid her time. And so, just as she had pretty much the whole interview. She kept her posture relaxed, her eyes and expression calm and neutral. And her tone calm.
Honestly she was half tempted to tell him and his last three questions to screw off, she'd rather just go to trial and be sentenced. Screw the programs. Hell a part of her wanted to put up a fight, tell him that she didn't want no damn program and she would just serve time in jail. Anything to get away from the program, just thinking about it drove her insane. |
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Nothing happened. Absolutely nothing. Even Rylee's voice was calm. He didn't know if this behavior was practiced or not but it did make him assume that she was hiding something. It wasn't his place to pry though. So instead he gave a nod toward her answer. "You have found enjoyment or experience joy to take the emotional pain you feel or have felt out on illegal drugs or alcohol?" Maybe it helped that she was a minor criminal and not the ones he was used to giving the psychological evaluation to. He had given it to a lot of murderous criminals that did answer yes to the second question. He had some scary moments. Thinking about some of them made him rub his neck, thinking about the time a criminal had him in a choke hold and wouldn't let go. That wasn't the disturbing part. The most disturbing was that the ciminal had been laughing about it. But Kylee wasn't one of those criminals, by the sound of it. That is, if her answers were genuine. It was hard to tell. He only had two questions left but yet he still couldn't figure out what exactly it was that made Rylee truly tick. He knew that she was angry when Sanders muzzled her dog or when he mentioned mother but here, in this room, she was completely calm. It annoyed him ever so slightly but he didn't let it show. He had answers to some of these questions that the court would consider a mental health plea. He just needed to get through the rest of these. "You have trouble knowing how to react toward the public or when you are in confined, uncontrollable situations?" |
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"False."
She'd tried drugs once, but they never appealed to her. They were quiet disgusting and she had gagged. The drug in question had been disposed of and ever since then, she'd never touched another one. Hell, she hadn't even had drugs like pain medicine in years. If Rylee really thought about it, she didn't think she'd ever had any pain medicines, perhaps the reason her pain tolerance was so high. But, that question she could answer 100% truthful. She'd never used drugs or alcohol to drown her emotions, though at the moment, alcohol wasn't sounding to bad.
She notes how the cop rubs his neck, and though she doesn't react to it. On the inside she was wondering why he was rubbing his neck. He kind of looked like he was thinking about something. Perhaps past experiences in this room with other, more dangerous and more emotionally unstabled criminals.
"True."
She was never a people's person, she didn't like people and people didn't like her. This was the longest conversation she had ever had with one person. The others were along the lines of begging, threatening, or they were yelling at her. As for the second half of the question, well, it depended on the situation. Sometimes in confined, uncontrollable situations she managed to find a way out of it, calmly and safely. Like how she'd escaped Silas and the cops at the gas station. But, she'd definitely been in some confined, uncontrollable situations she couldn't so easily slip out of. Which annoyed her and stressed her out.
One question left.
And as she sat there, grey eyes staring calmly. She couldn't help but wonder what the last question was going to be. He seemed to be trying to figure out, not only if she was mentally ill for the court no doubt, but what made her tick. He'd seen her anger when the deputy muzzled her dog and he'd seen it in the brief moment discussing her family. Where she simply said they could all go rot in hell. But, beside that, she had mad no movement of anger except the narrowing of the eyes. |
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Overall Rylee had been a good criminal to take on during his day off. As far as he could say, she had been answering the questions truthfully or at least her part of the truth. She hadn't made any effort to escape or attack him. Everything was going surprisingly well. "You often view yourself as a work of the devil, a monster, or anything involving evil?" He hated this question. It was the one he could never find relevance to the psychological evaluation. It was always weird to say as he didn't believe in evil. People were just people. Rylee was no different than him and he was no different than any other person out there. It was labeling that caused the issue. Good and evil were made up to judge and categorize individuals. But he still had to ask. It was part of the job. After this, it would mean that Rylee could have a break from him so he could do some research on her. Of course, he liked to keep an eye on the new criminals, or at least psychologically. Some reacted real bad to being locked up, even in a holding cell. She probably wouldn't be in that cell long, he doubted the court would waste much time sending her to him for help. She probably needed it, even if she was in denial. |
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"You often view yourself as a work of the devil, a monster, or anything involving evil?"
Rylee stares at the cop, a new emotion finally entering her eyes. Disbelief. He really did not just ask that question. And then she lost it, yup, definitely some kind of mental illness. She howls with laughter, a cold light coming to life in her eyes. The laugh was not very pretty, there was a melodic tone to it. But, mainly it was cold and unchilling. Of course, she'd never laughed any other way before. She'd never had a reason to laugh normally, to be happy about it, or laugh happy. So, her laugh had adjusted to her personality. Cold and unchilling. She laughed for maybe twenty seconds at most, and then the barrier was up again and the emotions were gone, replaced by the calmness.
"False."
Well, that was the last question done, and out of everything she thought Silas was going to ask her. That was not it. Did she herself as a work of the devil, a monster, or anything else evil? Would it had freaked him out if she remained calm and replied yes? It would have been her first outright lie, but she did regret not doing it just to see what Silas would had done. He seemed easy to mess with, though she highly doubted that he was that easy to mess with. But, she wouldn't know now. She'd already done missed her chance to mess with the cop.
Now she was just ready to go to the cell, it was time to escape. Time to leave this hellhole, although she did get a kick out of Silas, she didn't want to talk to him much longer. Or be in the station much longer. If she was, next thing she knew, she'd be on her way to court then to some stupid therapist. |
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Silas did not share the amusement that Rylee did toward his last question. But at least, he go an emotion out of her. She seemed shocked and not expecting that answer. But she was the only criminal that would laugh during this. He wanted to switch off the recording but couldn't. Not until he got an answer. So he sighed and rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over each other. He was most definitely not amused. These were serious questions, and many criminals did. He could only think of one thing to where this was useful. Only one thing. "Please, answer the question," His voice gave away his annoyance, not that the recording would pick that up. Rylee's laughter would be cutting out pretty much any response he wanted to give. Eventually the criminal settled down and answered. It was false, which was predictable by her laugher. He sat up and switched off the recording. He stood up and grabbed the handcuffs. He held out his hand for her to give him her wrist, one eyebrow raised with suspicion. She best not try anything now. "Persecuratory delusions and borderline personality disorder," He told her now that the recording was off. The cameras didn't have audio. And besides, it wouldn't hurt her to know where the last came from. It was relevant to that, he just wished it was less supernaturalistic and more realistic. But it was the question he had to ask. He cleared his throat and added,"That's what the question was looking for." Of course, he wouldn't share with her what other characteristics the court would be looking for. He knew they wouldn't appreciate her laughter and she would probably be questioned for that. It was hard telling what they ruled but it looked very promising that she wouldn't be sent to prison at all. |
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Rylee sighs, the handcuffs again, great. However she obeys, getting to her feet, this time holding her hands in front of her to get cuffed. She stands still, she wasn't going to do anything, she knew better than that. Though as he informs her of her illnesses, she simply raises an eyebrow. Cool, now she had a name for the illness. And now she didn't care anymore. Silas clears his throat and adds something, but she states.
"Great, I don't give a shit."
She didn't, she didn't care what the questions were looking for, because she knew exactly what they were looking for. And now he had his answers. She'd laughed at the last question because it not only caught her off guard, but it was not the kind of question she'd expect in any kind of interview. Hell, the only time she would think someone would hear that question would be in a mental hospital. And last she checked, she may be mentally ill, but she wasn't insane. So, yes, the question had thrown her off.
But she had answered honestly. She didn't think she was the devil's work, or a monster, or some force of evil. It was an interesting question though and no doubt Silas' had faced people who had said yes to the question. However, Rylee had not. And, like she told Silas, she wasn't a liar. She hadn't lied the whole interview. She'd skirted around the truth once or twice, but for the most part she'd told the truth.
Was the name she'd given him correct. True. She didn't have an address or a place of residence. True for the address, partly false for the residence. Did she enjoy watching innocent people suffer. False. Did she question her self-worth or worry about the future. She denied the first part, the second part she didn't answer to, but true. Did she feel pain and did she like it? She did feel pain and she did not like it. Did she feel abandoned. True. Was she sexually assaulted or abused in any way. True. Did she enjoy taking drugs or alcohol to drown her sorrows. False, cause she didn't do either. She had trouble reacting to the public or uncontrolled situations. True.
And then the final question.
If she remembered anything in her life, later on down the road, it would be that question. She'd been interviewed once or twice before, but that was at the scene where the officers caught her. So they were short, simple, and sweet. But that question? That was short, and yet not simple or sweet. |
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He raised an eyebrow at her snarky tone, tempted to switch the recorder back on so he could go back to the neutral tone of her voice. He thought she was done being that way toward him but obviously not. He hadn't met anyone this persistant to hate him but not attack him in a long time. He couldn't help but smile and shake his head a little. Rylee was interesting, that's for sure. "You really don't like me do you? The more you hate me, the less thrilling your experience will be. I'm not the one trying to make you rot in prison, I'm not the one that took your dog away, and I'm not the one that abandoned you," His voice was low and serious. She didn't need to take her frustrations out on him. He guided her to the door, one arm gently but firmly on her arm. He unlocked the door and the gaurds eyed them both. They seemed to be searching for something. Probably signs of physical attack. He moved past them and started to lead her to the photo booth. The funnest part there was about being arrested if you weren't into psychology like he was. "In the next room, I'm going to have to strip to your undergarments and take your weight and body measurements. Female officer, Nancy Hill, will be present in the room. After that, you get to put your clothes back on and have your red carpet moment with the camera," He tried to add humor but his voice was too genuine and serious to cause a real joke. Seriousness was his thing, when he was wearing the badge. He just wanted Rylee situated and comfortable or at least as comfortable as she could be. |
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"Hmm, don't flatter yourself. I don't like anyone. And I don't give a shit of how my experiences all. Torture if it makes you happy, or call me a pretty pretty princess. I don't care."
She decided to ignore the part about abanondment and her dog, she wasn't in the mood to bring either of those up. But she wasn't lying, she didn't like anyone. She wasn't singling Silas out, she acted like that to just about anyone that tried to conversate with her, especially if the conversation got personal. Rylee was also half tempted to tease Silas. To say something about how he got offended easy, or how he got his feelings hurt easy. But, she figured she better not try and push anymore of his buttons.
She follows as Silas guides her on the door, unlocking it before they step out. She ignores the guards as they eye her and Silas. Moving forward as Silas leads her to the photo booth, another picture, great. Her picture was plastered everywhere and after this, her name would be as well. But, she didn't care. She made no move to acknowledge the cop's next words. Great, she'd get to strip to pratically naked in front of someone else. No doubt the weight and body measurements would be added to something that Silas would label as something pitiful. He seemed desperte to help her, which quite honestly pissed her off and annoyed her. |
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