One by one, the seats in the circle were slowly filled until just two were left empty. With each new attendee, Jenny cross-checked them with the profiles in her notes and quickly skimmed the information to refresh her own memory. While she did have small portrait photos of everyone on file, it wasn't a surprise to her that some of them looked different. Hairstyles changed along with people, and many of the pictures the government held weren't quite as up to date as they could be.<br/><br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Detrius Harper: 24 y/o, burned down a toy story featuring a teddy bear display</li><li>Sarah Black: 20 y/o, self-proclaimed artist, burned down an art gallery</li><li>Kenzie Autumn: 22 y/o, two assaults and an attempted murder - all involving theft and the suspected burglars in question</li><li>Nigel Wright: 24 y/o, lawyer, murder of his client/employer</li><li>Isaac Essbjörn: 29 y/o, concept artist, theft, graffiti, attempted suicide</li><li>Phaedra Leitner: 27 y/o, bureaucrat, attempted murder - slashed neck, claimed roleplay</li><li>Alice Beaumont: 35 y/o, mother, attempted murder - stabbed husband 47 times</li></ul><br/>It was already nearly fifteen minutes past the appointed time, and she could clearly see that many of them were either fidgeting to leave or off daydreaming. Despite the two empty chairs, Jenny decided to begin the session. After all, the awkward silence and feeble attempts at conversation created a stifling atmosphere. At this point, she could only assume that they were either terribly late or had decided not to attend their required therapy.<br/><br/>Keeping the files tabbed in her handheld device, she looked up and smiled warmly at the small group around her. "So. Welcome to 'Voice Counseling'. My name is Dr. Hudgeworth, but feel free to call me Jenny. I'll be your physician for the next few weeks and am available to you at all times. You can get in touch with me at any time, and by the end of today's session I'd like to exchange contact information with each of you." Her voice seemed to echo slightly around the room and she could feel the thick layer of quiet animosity that came with all first meetings.<br/><br/>"Since you're all here, I'm assuming that you already know you're required to attend these sessions at least once a week. Depending on your progress, some of you may be leaving us sooner instead of later." Her eyes continually roamed from one face to the next, making sure to stop and linger on each one for a few seconds before moving on. Each person's expression was different, and each told a different story. But she didn't just want to guess at the details, she was here to hear their stories and she fully intended to do so.<br/><br/>She didn't bother waiting for an answer, knowing full well that more deafening silence would probably be their only response to her. After all, none of them would even be here if they didn't need to be. "Well, why don't we all start off by introducing ourselves?" As much as she hated 'ice breakers', she'd found that they were necessary...even if it made her feel as if she were back in the classroom. "Tell us your name and why you think you're here." Her eyes caught on one of them and a small smile quirked the side of her lip before she added jokingly, "And please don't say that it's because you're forced to attend." There was always one smart-alec in every group.