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Post by Stephanie Amberson on Oct 23, 2012 8:26:57 GMT -5
Stephanie had left the night before not being the type to disobey orders, though orders always disgruntled her anymore. Though she wouldn't sleep through the night. No, she was up most of the night writing. There were years of writing in her journal. She clicked the pen closed and read over what she had written over the past few hours. There was more thinking than there was writing of course.
My thoughts cannot get off the fact that stupidity could have gotten a whole unit in trouble again. If I hadn't taken out the sniper because I had gotten killed in the process it would be my CO's worst fear all over again. Putting me in that position. Now I cannot keep Bulgaria out of my head. If I ever became responsible for the loss of those in unit again.. There would be no coming back from that. How does one explain to someone who doesn't understand what it is like to never have anything and still loose everything?
No one seems to understand that hospitals are the most unnerving places. I hear them calling to me. I hear them blaming me. Nothing can ever make them come back. Laying here has done nothing for me. I have to be busy with something.
The woman set the journal under her rack for the time being. The woman didn't need anyone reading. However when she got back from using the restroom the nurse was holding it in her hands. "You do not need this" she hollered at her. Stephanie grabbed it from her "it is none of your concern"
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Post by Michael Hobbar on Oct 24, 2012 9:04:02 GMT -5
After he finished eating, Hobbar decided to call it a day and went back to his bunk and went to sleep. But he couldn't get to sleep no matter what he tried to do...which was akward for him. Usually he could sleep but the thought kept coming at him, he tried to push it away but finally accepted that he'd have to deal with it sooner rather then later.
Getting dressed again he left the room and headed towards the infirmary. He checked in with the nurse in charge and went into Amberson's room. The hallway was much empiter then when he had been here a few hours later. There were only a few people in the hallway and most of them were medical personal. Michael rubbed his eyes, he was very tired. Except he had to do this. The day had taken it's toll on him as he dealt with multiple issues that had come up. And the most stressful had been the whole Amberson problem. Problem was not the best word for that at all, more like issue.
She didn't really like anyone as far as he could tell but she liked people who understood and respected her. Opening the door he saw that the nurse had taken Amberson's little book away. "Nurse please return the book to Sergeant Amberson." he said in a commanding voice.
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Post by Stephanie Amberson on Oct 25, 2012 14:29:48 GMT -5
The sergeant looked over as Hobbar came in. She was in no place to snap at him, but the way she took the journal back from the nurse suggested that she was in no mood to deal with people. Shaking her head she just glared. There was not much she had to say at the moment. Hobbar was always up her butt and around the corner.
The woman raised a brow "Can I help you sir?" Her voice stressed the importance of her personal space. She set the journal on the table beside the bed. Shaking her head she was evidently in an irritated mood. Messing with her in this state was a bad if not suicidal idea.
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Post by Michael Hobbar on Oct 25, 2012 15:52:51 GMT -5
"Actually yes you can. You can return the book back to Sergeant Amberson. And I'd like to speak with her." Hobbar said in a pleasant voice. He didn't want to get the nurse upset. By the look on her face, Amberson looked very upset. Probably both at him and at the book. He had come to tell her what he and the captain had talked about earlier today. It would only be approiate of him to talk to her about the situation. He didn't know how she would react to what he was going to tell her but he could bet that she'd be even more upset.
Hobbar knew that she had also had a very rough day and most likely as tired as he was. The captain told him that he would speak to the head medical doctor on physchology. But knowing the captain probably had other things on his mind other then getting permission for someone in his company to see a psychologist. And not a real physiologist either, Hobbar. Hobbar had a gut feeling in him that Amberson was a tough girl, but somewhere under all that toughness she had been hurt. And the fact that she punched out a nurse showed or at least confirmed to him that she didn't like new people at all.
Instead of pressing any kind of issue, Hobbar just stood there.
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Post by Stephanie Amberson on Oct 25, 2012 20:48:16 GMT -5
The nurse left, leaving Stephanie there with the Lieutenant. The sergeant sighed a moment. Stephanie wasn't the type to issue apologies at all. The woman figured that Hobbar had something to say, so she stayed quiet. Her glance suggested she wanted to know why he had come so early in the day.
Grabbing the book off the stand she replaced it under her pillow which she had designated as its place. While she was neither mechanically or domestically inclined, she was a very ocd and neat freak type. One thing out of place she was pulling teeth.
The same look had still to leave her face. Hobbar was getting to be the annoying fly that she had half a mind to swat. "Well? sir" A rather blunt remark but then again that was Stephanie, brat for life.
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Post by Michael Hobbar on Oct 26, 2012 8:42:39 GMT -5
Waiting until the nurse was out of the room, Hobbar then started to walk towards an empty chair. "Sergeant of you'll recall the medical staff said that you needed to see a psychologist." he then placed the chair next to her bed and sat down. How had it come to this anyways? He didn't know it just sort of happened. He really didn't know why he volunteered to be her shrink but he just had a feeling it wouldn't go well with anyone else other than him. That or her spotter. I talked to the company commander and he's gotten permission from the head medical chief. After the nurse incident he came to the understanding that perhaps it'd be best for you to see a psychologist but not a total stranger who you wouldn't like. So he assigned me to be your psychologist. He let that sink in for a while. And Hobbar told the truth. 80 percent of it.
Actually it'd been Hobbar who suggested that she was to be seen by him, not by anyone else. That was only based on what he saw of her earlier today. He had hoped that maybe she would like it but knowing how she was, she would take this as an invasion of her privacy. He would respect her privacy and wouldn't tell anyone what she said when they were in their sessions together. I won't tell anyone but the medical staff what is said during our sessions. And unless you give me permission to not tell the medical staff something then I can do that."
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Post by Stephanie Amberson on Oct 26, 2012 22:14:46 GMT -5
Stephanie looked towards her CO as he spoke. "No medical staff." she stated in a blunt fashion. Stephanie's blunt reply was not intended to be rude but merely strike a point that she did not wish him to share if she spoke. She would talk but only because she wanted to stay on duty. The woman shook her head. "you did not have to do that sir." her voice was complacent, a rare thing for the sergeant. Though right now this was the closest he would get to a thank you. Stephanie was not the type to say thanks, it was always implied when she was appreciative,like now. Apologies were also implied words.
Stephanie glanced towards her book. She took a moment biting her lip softly. "I will do my job the best I can sir, I will not make the same mistake and let the unit down" she admitted as she looked past the journal to the wall.
The memories haunted her an anyone could see that she felt like she had done so in the past. her memories were the very reason she was how she was. Always tossed aside her entire life, she fended for herself and became independent even slighty guarded. But Bulgaria was the nail in her coffin so to speak. Not even Connor knew what had happened. The year before Bulgaria they had dated. She came home and pushed him out of her life. He'd been stupid enough and let her rather than stay by her and get her help. She was used to everyone abandoning her when things got rough. Why did she have a reason to trust people?
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Post by Michael Hobbar on Oct 27, 2012 9:29:51 GMT -5
When Amberson said that she had let the unit down, Hobbar felt like someone had just punched him in the gut. How did she let the unit down? She didn't let the unit down, it was just a miscommunication on his and her part. He shook his head when she said that. "Sergeant. You didn't let anyone down. Don't ever think that you are a let down on the platoon. Because you arn't." he told her in a reassuring voice.
"And no mission is ever perfect. There's always some fuck up along the way...like being shot down with a pilot who can't fly into a area covered by anti aircraft weapons." Personally Hobbar didn't like whoever was piloting the Sparrow, any person could of turned away from the anti aircraft fire, or just land when they saw it was getting too heavy in terms of fire. And two members of his platoon had paid the ultimate price with their lives because of it. He pushed that thought away, it was bad to dwell on such things.
He had a strange sense that Amberson was grateful in a strange sense, although she did say "You did not have to do that sir" which was probably the nicest thing she had said to him so far.
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Post by Stephanie Amberson on Oct 28, 2012 6:23:38 GMT -5
Stephanie just passed off what he said. Stephanie was used to being the fuck up. She hadn't found the sniper quick enough, the target had gotten more shots in than amberson would have liked them to. Her eyes closed. Her responsibility was the safety of the squadron. Pulling a trigger to kill someone wasnt a problem for her, being the mistake or the let down was.
Her hand knocked the journal of the table as she turned to move. The woman didnt bother retrieving it, right now she stopped caring about what was in it. Not that it mattered the book bounced open to her book mark which was the previous entry, the one she had just written. There was a small sigh. Noone had tried to understand her, so she pushed everything away.
Her eyes didnt meet Hobbars for the moment. She didnt mention the paperwork she was going to file personal leave. She wasnt sure that she wanted to bark up that tree yet. He would find out anyway, he was her CO after all. Stephanie had her fair share of asshole CO's who didn't give a rats rear. The only other one who had ended up murdered her second year in the army. Those wounds werent on her mind. Major Fisher had gotten through that there were people who cared. Then he was gone, then Bulgaria.
Stephanie hated pilots and more so ones that couldnt fly. That alone was a different story. Divulging everything that made her as she was simply wasn't going to happen. Stephanie was sure of it. Though when Hobbar mentioned pilots not being able to fly she bit back laughter. Laughter not at the lives lost but about the pilot. "Never met a pilot who could fly sir." Then a snicker. She was personally agitated at the pilot who had crashed. She still wanted to have a word with his CO it was plausibly a sane reason for her unannounced presence on the bridge. Had she been thinking clearly, she would not have been so spastic about her appearance.
Since that time she had calmed down quite a bit. Her eyes glanced up towards her CO again, he was a good person. A hundred times the person she ever could be. She held grudges, and pushed people around. She sat on the edge of the bed silent. She didn't know what to say.
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Post by Michael Hobbar on Oct 28, 2012 10:40:19 GMT -5
Hobbar bent down to pick up the journal. The book was open and could be read easily. Picking up the book, he put the book mark closer to the spine and closed it. He then put it on the table again next to her bed. He wasn't going to read what was inside it anyways. Michael had no desire to read it at all, although it probably had information in it that explained to him why she was so isolated socially.
He then sat back in his chair when she made a remark about the pilot. He chuckled a little. "I'm sure his C.O. will have a word with him about what occurred. I know if he was under my command I'd be extremely upset with what had occurred." He tilted back in his chair and saw that Amberson was probably very tired by now. "Sergeant, I'll see you again tomorrow." he said as he got up. He pushed the chair back to where it had originally been.
Starting to walk out the door he suddenly turned around and said. "Have a good night Sergeant." before walking out of the room. Going out into the hallway, he couldn't wait to get some sleep, it had been a very long day.
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Post by Michael Hobbar on Nov 2, 2012 16:41:06 GMT -5
Walking into the infirmary again Hobbar had been having a good day so far. Franks finally went to sleep after keeping him up until 0100. For some reason the guy wanted to talk politics, but Michael had tried to shift the conversation to something else. He talked about the race with Franks to get him interested in something else. Which caused them both to argue over who really won the race since it was declared a tie...and both of the racers would have to re race again just between themselves. It had only happened twice before.
It was now 0800 hours and before he got here he told the infirmary to wake up Amberson an hour before he arrived so that way she would be awake. He wasn't a real physiologist but he'd seen enough shows, movies and had five courses in college about it, he knew something. Then he had to think again about what he was doing.
Waking her up at 0630 couldn't of made her a happy camper. At least he told the infirmary to not tell her he was coming. That was a relief, if anything she'd complain to the nurses. The hall was now scarce he only saw a few patients walking around, with some nurses. The center of the hallway had a large desk with multiple nurses that was a round shape and made of metal. Here there was a junction which split up into four junctions. "I'm here to see my patient Amberson. S." he said as he approached the nurse. "Let me see... she's been moved to a new room since this morning due to the influx of soldiers coming in wounded. You can find her in room 7G." she told him.
"Thank you." and turned to his right and walked down the hallway, which had many closed doors of new arrivals. It was only the second day of the invasion and the army had become bogged down on multiple fronts...which had come to no one's surprise. They expected furious resistance. Shaking his head he found the room he was looking for. Opening the door he went inside.
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Post by Stephanie Amberson on Nov 17, 2012 21:17:53 GMT -5
Stephanie roused when she heard all the shuffling. She was not happy that she had been moved. Whatever, it was a hospital they did things like that. Right. She couldn't be bothered by their stupidity. Not at this point, it was entirely too much energy; energy that she didn't have. The ever looming silence was about to drive her completely bat shit crazy when she heard Hobbar's voice. Really?? Didn't he ever have anything better to do, aside from irritating the hell out of her? Well that was the million dollar question of the.. she glanced at the clock.. morning.
"You make a habit of getting up this early?"
[/b] she chided lightly. He was much too chipper this morning on top of everything. Chipper was not how things were supposed to roll before the sun came up. In fact, bright and chipper should never describe anyone person, place, or thing in the vicinity of one Stephanie Amberson. If she had opened her eyes there would have been a death glare gracing her brown ocules. From where she laid on the bed, she just waited on a reply. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify] |
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Post by Michael Hobbar on Nov 17, 2012 21:36:12 GMT -5
Walking into the room he saw that Amberson was already up...and upset. That was to be expected of her, he never found her happy for just one second of the day. Always upset about this or that..it was strange that she didn't have some sort of heart attack. One thing he noticed about this room was that it was actually larger then her old room. The bathroom was the same size but as he walked past it he saw that the bed was larger. There was a large screen on the far wall that was displaying a real time view of the outer hull of the starship. It only showed stars off in the distance. A small control panel was to the right of the screen, which could display anything the person desired, a scene of nature like a valley, forests, a river, a metropolis, any kind of background noise and scene a person wanted.
In front of Amberson was a large couch that was a dark grey and there was a small table. To her left there was a small chair that was up against the wall. The walls of the room were steel and not white which would of been found in a ground side hospital. It was also quite hot for some strange reason either the nurse placed the setting to 80 degrees or Amberson did. Either way, he wasn't going to change the thermometer. Grabbing the chair he placed it next to the bed. "Actually I've only had four hours of sleep. Franks wouldn't shut up about politics, he still talks about the Hadamard conspiracy theory. Can't say I don't believe the guy but he wouldn't shut up about it." he said. He was referring to a theory that suggested that the weapons division of human corporation had released the deadly airborne virus which had killed over a million people within three weeks before it suddenly vanished without a trace. Hobbar believed it.
"And I usually get up around five, exercises and then get ready for the day. So today I'd thought it would only be natural to begin the psych evaluations. How are you?"
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Post by Stephanie Amberson on Nov 26, 2012 9:00:15 GMT -5
Stephanie rolled her eyes when he started talking about psych evals, before that she had just listened to him ramble but she didn't have any type of input for him. She sighed and looked towards him with one of those lost puppy looks. There was nothing she could do about orders, and the last thing she wanted to do was be taken out permanently. She nodded with a small sigh and just kept silent. Whatever. Nothing she could do would change his mind.
"There is nothing for me to say" she pointed out. It was just like Stephanie to point out the obvious when she was trying to play keep away with information. That was one of her many tactics. It worked and no one was going to tell her otherwise. Not that anyone could ever tell Stephanie Amberson anything. The woman had her own agenda and never listened to others. Really? Did her platoon leader really think that he could get anything out of her? Stephanie did not talk about feelings and if that is what he wanted then he was going to have a hard time getting through to her.
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Post by Michael Hobbar on Nov 26, 2012 9:39:48 GMT -5
It seemed that this would actually been harder then he had originally planned. His original plan was to get her to open up about her past but that was going no where in a hurry. Instead he would have to get her to talk about something else that did not involve her past, and hopefully that would actually lead to a real evaluation. Then he saw her make strange face that he rarely saw anyone make. So what was she trying to do? Make him have some sort of feelings for her, like trying to tell him "Get me the hell out of here lieutenant!" or maybe she was trying to tell him something else.
But he didn't know what else she was trying to tell him. He really couldn't read her mind. "That's ok." he told her. "We can talk about something else." and put down the note pad he was holding in his arms, he put it on the floor next to him. " Did you always want to join the military?"
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