A moment of silence answered her request as no one seemed willing to step up and introduce themselves. Just as Jenny was about to ask the person sitting next to her to begin, the girl with the purple streak spoke up. As everyone's attention shifted to her, it was obvious to all that she was uncomfortable. Her introduction was short but to the point, and it matched with the information on her file despite the added word of 'allegedly'. Before she had a chance to nudge someone else to share their story, they were interrupted with the entrance of a young girl with shockingly white hair. If she hadn't had her file, it would have taken a minute longer for her to realize that the girl was actually one of her assigned patients.<br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Winter Redgrave: 18 y/o, handful of murders, one of which included her father's</li></ul>The new arrival caused a slight disturbance among the others. Keen blue eyes, observant from years of picking up the smallest of telltale signs from uncooperative patients, easily saw the restless fidgets, the shifting eyes, and the firm set of a jaw stirring within the group. In contrast, there were also those whose eyes were glazed over and somewhat unfocused -- possibly daydreaming or simply seeking escape --, those who stared only at the ground, and others who simply glared. Thankfully, no prompt was needed despite the small lapse as everyone took in the flirty new arrival. Detrius picked up the conversation and Jenny noted in her file<em>"saving lives"</em>. From there, the others began to slowly chime in. Some were brutally honest with the reasons for their attendance, leaving no details unspoken. Others were vague, seemingly in self-denial. There were also those who seemed adamant in their innocence, convinced that their act had been righteously done. Another was in a group all of her own,<em>"I don't remember doing that"</em>.<br/><br/>Jenny never spoke as they revealed their tales, simply giving them her full attention and offering small encouraging smiles. There wasn't meant to be any judgement in the session, she was merely a guide sent to listen and attempt to solve the impossible. Occasionally her fingers moved briefly across the holographic keyboard as she jotted down notes. Each person had an interesting quirk of their own and every little detail mattered. From small instinctive movements to the tone of voice, and even the words used within their explanations, she filed it away in her mind, only bothering to type out points of importance.<br/><br/>It was heartening to see that some interaction was slowly taking place between the group. Furtive glances at one another spoke a thousand words as each observed and judged the other. Small bits and pieces of conversation floated tentatively, but they were there...even if it was simply a fascination in the others' crimes.<br/><br/>Again, an interruption. Yet it wasn't the latecomer she expected. Instead, a new patient was brought in. The rattle of chains and heavy steps accompanied the infamous glaring bright orange that each attendee had come to personally know. Surprise clearly showed on her face as the guards approached her with an apology. While a part of her was saddened at what a new patient entailed -- the untimely deaths of innocents -- the doctor in her was glad to have another patient to work with. All too soon, the guards left and Jenny motioned for the newcomer to take a seat before quickly scanning over his file.<br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Tim Thomas: 37 y/o, shooting spree in a grocery - killed 13, injured 7</li></ul>Remembering the guard's words, she added<em>killed 2 others in prison</em>. The silence that had been on the verge of melting away into quiet conversation had returned with a vengeance, and again, another graciously picked up the lost thread. She noted the incredulous looks that Isaac's story was met by, but as with others before, said nothing to correct him. He, like the others, would eventually confide in her and perhaps the rest of the group even. Jenny sincerely believed that.<br/><br/>Introductions were quickly coming to a close, though not quite finished yet. The doors of the library opened again, and ahh, there was the person she'd been expecting. Soon after, another new arrival quietly slipped into the circle. Again, Jenny was left flustered for a moment until she found the information in her inbox. The time stamp said 4:07, 12/21/2198. So much for her supervisor keeping her informed...<br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Drake Holland: 35 y/o, assault, torture, and attempted murder</li><li>Jung Hua: 19 y/o, castration of three men, murder of another - stabbed 42 times</li></ul>Finally, two short introductions later -- one musing and another righteous, but both dark -- only Jung Hua was left. However, what with Tim's latest outburst tension began prickling in the air. "Please, sit down Tim." Again, a gesture to sit in one of the chairs before she continued in soothing tones. "Let's keep in mind that we're not here to judge each other, but you're all here to help and be helped." Glancing at the time, they were nearly halfway through the session and introductions weren't even done yet. But it was only the first day, it was to be expected.<br/><br/>"How about we take a fifteen minute break before we finish up introductions? There's some refreshments on the table," a small gesture to the table behind her, "and the restrooms are down the hall near the entrance if anyone needs it." A short pause as she took in the expressions of the group. It was more than obvious that most of them wished for nothing else than to leave. As much as she would like to oblige, she also knew that there was still quite a bit to cover. "If you'd like to leave, I won't stop you. Just keep in mind that only attending full sessions count towards your required meeting total."<br/><br/><hr/><br/>As the doctor called for a break, a soft voice whispered in the minds of the unhappy attendees. Almost like the nagging of a conscience, or a self-reassuring reminder, it seemed to whisper in their ears. "There's no need to worry," the voice said consolingly as it eased away nagging doubts. "The doctor's here to help, just as you're here for a reason."<br/><br/>Each word was full of well-intentioned reason, like the advice from a loving mother, a chiding wife, a reasonable sister, or an adoring daughter. "She's a friend, as are the rest of them. Meeting new people's never easy, but good friends are there for life...and friends are precious right now."<br/><br/>Just as it had begun without warning, the silken tones slowly wrapping around their worries and squeezing them out of existence, so it faded as quickly as it'd come. "Don't worry. This is just the beginning, it'll get better. Just take a deep breath and stay calm..."<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Keep in mind that voices posted by GMs are heard by all characters, though characters can make what they want of them.<br/><br/>Items to be found on the refreshment table: assorted bite sized cookies shaped in cute animals from monkeys to teddy bears, deli sandwiches cut into quarters, 2 liters of soda, several bottles of water