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Post by Stephanie Amberson on Jan 10, 2013 13:46:02 GMT -5
Stephanie hadn't really wanted to join the military but the woman had not really had a choicel, she had remembered that arguement and it had not been pretty. She sent a small glare his way. Wanting to and having to pull her life together were two very different things. She had been stupid and gotten herself into trouble. Her son was going on 12 and she had never even known him. Who was he to bring up her reasons for going into the military. Her last set of foster parents just like all the others had kicked her out when she turned 18 and the military was how she survived. Oh and she was going to make that known to as she looked to her commanding officer.
"You do what you have to do in order to survive"
[/b] her response lent itself to the fact that it had not exactly been her dream job, but it was what it was. The woman was not certain how to even explain her past even if she wanted to. The fact was he was dancing around a hot fire and it was bound to get him burned, probably her too in the process, but there was nothing she could do about it now. The past was the past, why could he just not let it lie. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify] |
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Post by Michael Hobbar on Jan 10, 2013 16:00:49 GMT -5
He could still see that his questions were really starting to aggrivate her. Hobbar had only taken college courses on physchology but it was either he do this or having her be kicked out of the platoon. Someone else might continue to press the issue and eventually make her break. Seeing the fact that she was becoming concerned about what he was trying to get into, quickly he decided to change his strategy. It was like trying to pull teeth. And he hated dentists!
"Everyone has things to do in life that can change them forever." he commented. "We can go down one path but it won't lead us to where we wanted to go. Or we take a wrong turn and wind up somewhere that was better then we imagined it to be...if that makes any sense." he straightned up himself. It made sense to him but he didn't know if it made any sort of sense what so ever to her. It probably didn't. "If I had to tell you that we were going to be sent on a mission that had a zero chance of either of us being sent back alive what would you say? You'd most likely say that you would either wouldn't or would go. Because neither of us has a choice in the matter. The military tells us where to go or what to do. When the nurse came to help you up, did it ever occur to you to tell her "No thanks I don't need any help" instead of punching her."
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Post by Stephanie Amberson on Jan 18, 2013 14:35:12 GMT -5
The woman stared coldly at him for a moment. "No one touches me"
[/b] She did not specify why, but it had to do with an incident that no one knew about. The woman did not really wish to share that with her, but medical people had never helped her from where she stood. Why was he bothering to waste his breathe? She was not quite sure about that one yet. Though she did not bother to ask at this point. Stephanie's eyes wandered towards Hobbar as he spoke. There really was no answer to his question. There was going to be no response at this point. Stephanie was a woman of few words. To say that he was not getting to her would be a lie, because her mind was turning but she was not the type to admit it. Neither was she the type to show that he was right or admit that he was right in any aspect of the word. Stephanie was too prideful to admit when she was in the wrong, or something sat funny with her. She just really hoped that he would not see through her veil as she was not yet ready to let herself become vulnerable. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify] |
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Post by Michael Hobbar on Jan 19, 2013 17:11:13 GMT -5
Hobbar felt like he was beginning to get no where. He hadn't learned anything about her other then the fact that she does not like to be touched nor did she speak about why she joined the military. And he could also tell that she was tired from this ordeal. Looking at his watch he noticed that at least half an hour had passed. Maybe it'd be better to come back tomorrow instead.
Knowing that the captain would want the head psychologist to know how the first session went, Hobbar thought about how to tell them that she was fit for service mentally. Physically she was fine but he could tell that he had touched a nerve when he had asked why she joined the military. Something had happened to her at one point in her life which made her the way she was today.
He could say the same about him but Amberson probably had a dark reason to be the way she was. So maybe he didn't learn everything today from this session at least they had gotten stated with them. He did know for a fact that she wasn't ready to rejoin the platoon until her anger could be worked out some how.
"Sergeant." he said and started to stand up. "I think today's session has been enough for the both of us. I'll write up my report and see you tomorrow around lunch. That way you and I will be relaxed a little more." he told her.
Walking out of the room he hoped that the rest of the day would go better for her. He walked out into the hall passing by more people who were coming to the medical bay for treatment. He shuddered at a nasty wound that he saw, a soldier or trooper he couldn't tell which had half of their arm taken off by enemy fire. Michael exited the medical bay.
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