Prisoners, Guards & Shanks, Oh My! - Warden's Office
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				Title: <strong>Prisoners, Guards &amp; Shanks, Oh My! - Warden's Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>23-08-2010, 05:41:50</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Threads</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Prison (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=79170.0)</span><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Cafeteria (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=79346.0)</span><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Solitary Confinement (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=79279.0)</span><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Recreation Hall (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=79280.0)</span><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">OOC Thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=78910.0)</span><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Announcement Thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=94837.0)</span><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Character Profile (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=78918.0)</span><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Warden's Office (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=79988.0)</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prisoners, Guards &amp; Shanks, Oh My! - Warden's Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Braioch</strong> on <strong>23-08-2010, 06:11:31</strong>
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				The office had only been a short jaunt from where he had been and he reached it within no time, unlocking the door and slipping gracefully into the room without a sound. He eased the jacket off of him, hanging it on the coat rack near the door, straightening it with an offhand gesture to make sure it wouldn't crease while hanging. He moved over to the desk and punched in the code he wanted, pressing the speaker button as the ringing began. It picked up almost immediately, the voice of one of the office workers outside the Doctor's room. He made a mental note to make sure he was informed of the Doctor's actual code, he really didn't want to have to go through a 'gopher' every time he wanted to contact the man.<br><br>"Medical Wing, this is Shelly."<br><br>He sighed, "Shelly is it? Do me a favor and tell Dr. De'Lorca to report to the Warden's office ASAP, I need to have a bit of a chat with him for a minute."<br><br>"Yes sir, immediately."<br><br>"Thank you," and with that clicked off the phone.<br><br>He sat himself down in the black leather chair and picked up the envelopes that contained the information on the new prisoners. He was always quite invested in the new prisoners when they came, he liked to get a good idea of who was who, and who would be easier to work with and who would probably end up in solitary more often. He flipped through the folders, browsing steadily across the pages with quick flicks of his eyes. He knew that was De'Lorca's job, to get within the prisoners heads, and that was fine, just so long as they slightly twisted Doctor kept his damn nose clean. He bent the rules more than Kane would like, though he bent them in a way that Kane could never nail him on, even if he despised some of the man's methods and behavior. That and the man himself made him almost want to sneer, though he had never really sneered in his life, the feeling remained the same.<br><br>He clicked his tongue once, an odd habit that he had had since he was a child, a sign of being irritated by something as he leaned back, lighting a cigarette of his own and continued going through the folders for a little bit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prisoners, Guards &amp; Shanks, Oh My! - Warden's Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PaleEnchantress</strong> on <strong>25-08-2010, 07:26:31</strong>
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				"You are sure he said he wanted me in his office?" Lucius knew what he heard, he just needed a moment to collect himself. <br><br>Shelly nodded "He must be a really busy man. I mean he didn't say so much as kiss my foot or have an apple."<br><br>The Dr. clicked his black lacquered nails against his desk and then stood up and swept the large manila folder containing the case files of the prisons most recent 'imports'. Their contents were not meant to be disclosed to just anyone since even convicts have some privacy when it comes to doctor patient confidentiality. Lucius didn't give a shit about that. Mr. Mercer wasn't going to deal over it. No, the warden's thoughts were probably on something else entirely. <br><br>Suspense was always more painful when it was allowed to build, so by avoiding this visit Lucius wouldn't be doing himself any favors. With what happened last time he saw the warden in his office Lucius vainly wanted to get out of this follow up. He swallowed his vainglorious pride and made his way casually to the wardens pen. Besides, Mr. Mercer was quite a sexy man. He had such a bad boy feel to him even if he had the long arm of the law stick straight up his ass. <br><br>He raised his soft pale hand to knock but stopped himself. Instead he just opened the door and walked in like he owned the place. "Did you miss me Khane? I thought that I'd given you enough last time to satisfy your perversions for quite a while." Lucius flashed a sideways grin and gave the warden a sideways wink. "I Understand though, you must be under so much stress all the time. No wonder you need my....therapy" The doctor gave the last word an added accent that made it sound like 'the-<em>rape</em>-e'<br><br>Then Dr. DeLorca just shrugged. "I'm just joking of course. I would <em>never</em> except to be called up here for anything but discussing the quality treatment all the inmates get. I think it's very important to help shape them so that when they get released they fit smoothly back into society." His sarcastic words contained a ironic hint of Dr. DeLorca's view of people. They everyone is some kind of monster deep down and that prisons were just for those that couldn't keep it all under wraps. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prisoners, Guards &amp; Shanks, Oh My! - Warden's Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Braioch</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 00:10:24</strong>
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				He didn't bother to look up when he heard the door open, there were only two people who did that sort of thing with his door, Jackson because he was permitted and DeLorca because he was just that arrogant. The doctor could have the sense of entitlement that he so believed he so richly believed, but in the end, he still answered to Kane, and so long as he remembered that, he could toe the lines as much as he pleased, even if it irritated the shit out of the warden. Even his tone of voice when he spoke dripped arrogance, and a need to taunt whomever he was speaking too, but Kane was a bit wiser than to take the bait on that one. Doing so would have only fed the twisted need to have a reaction from him, DeLorca would have just fed on that.<br><br>He looked up finally, flipping one of the folders closed and his eyes pierced up into the doctor's, "if you're finished, take a seat, because it is in fact the prisoners that I want to discuss."<br><br>He leaned back in his seat, his shoulders and back as straight as ever as he rested one arm on the armrest, another laying casually against the side of his face as he regarded DeLorca for a moment. The only reason that DeLorca was even here was that he was brilliant and was superb at the job he was given, he knew how to get in a patient's head, and even managed to help a few here and there. The downside to that was he used those gifts to twist some of them worse than before, turning them into worse monster's or just breaking them completely, the whole time reveling in the whole process. Kane couldn't argue with the results of the latter, but he knew that DeLorca just liked creating a bit of chaos here and there, after all, it wasn't his job to clean that bit up.<br><br>He lit another cigarette, blowing a puff of smoke out before speaking evenly, "we have quite the interesting bunch who have joined us today, I'm sure you were all over the initial reports that were sent in, so you know just what kind of men we have with us.Now, this isn't a social call, I'm not here to chat with you about the different men and how they might be helped. The last few patients that had several sessions with you ended up either thrown in solitary for getting a bit too rough, or had to be sent to a psych ward for awhile. I don't want your little games being played that far with this group, you can have all the twisted bit of fun you want, but keep yourself in check."<br><br>He tapped the cigarette onto the ashtray, dropping the ash and watching the smoke, "do we understand one another here?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prisoners, Guards &amp; Shanks, Oh My! - Warden's Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PaleEnchantress</strong> on <strong>07-01-2011, 05:34:47</strong>
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				"I did see some of the new files. The new arrivals seem to be everything from a pussy who thinks he can get away with killing cops to a petty criminal who just kept increasing the stakes. What in particular has you troubled my dear warden?" Lucian sat down directly across from Kane and crossed his legs before leaning forward a little bit. The doctor knew it had to be one of a very short list of things that the warden wanted to discuss, and were he not enjoying Kane's understated reactions to him so much he would have just gotten to the topic at hand. The only thing that would need to be discerned was weather Lucian had actually done something to upset the Warden or if he was just venting his concerns because he felt it appropriate. People&nbsp; were so inclined to dive into the pitfalls of extrinsic motivation without even asking themselves the why of it. That was one thing that made Lucian a lot more comfortable at a major penitentiary like this rather then some little inner city prison that housed people who were better described as lost souls then hardened criminals. That also made it easier for him to dehumanize the people he was supposed to serve.<br><br>It took a while before Kane looked him in the eyes. The warden positioned himself before turning to him directly. Lucian on the other hand had been looking at the warden without stop. "Do you believe all of them can be helped Mr Mercer? I can't really make any hard judgments without speaking to the men but..." Dr DeLorca's voice trailed off for a moment and his expression hardened. The system itself was not the easiest to work with. The long term isolation of prison didn't really help anyone learn what they needed to function socially or economically out in society. Being one of the uneducated masses wasn't anything special to aspire for either. Almost all of the inmates needed very aggressive therapy to even have a chance at seeing things from a different perspective and he got to see only a small handful of them less then half as often as even the stingiest medical plans allowed outside of the prisons. He sighed and resumed the nearly emotionless expression he usually wore. ".. You know the statistics. Hardly any of these men will be able to make anything of themselves even if they see the world outside of these walls within their lifetime."<br><br>Lucian couldn't help but grin though when he heard Kane recite what had become of some of the men Lucian had decided would make fun toys. "Yes, funny thing about the one who attacked the guard. I had been thinking that his anger issues were turning into self hatred and guilt. I thought he might attempt to take his own life rather then continue violent acts toward others." He shook his head from side to side as if lamenting the fact that the prisoner hadn't tried to kill himself.&nbsp; "I've seen so many scoundrels in my office. I miss the sweet ones who seemed more like broken birds." <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prisoners, Guards &amp; Shanks, Oh My! - Warden's Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Braioch</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 02:34:43</strong>
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				Kane snorted quite audibly, "broken birds that you would just love to hold under the running faucet for awhile."<br><br>He leaned forward and tapped the folders, "don't think you can fool me with pretty words and a flippant gesture here and there DeLorca. You and I know damn well your games wouldn't fly many other places, and I know some of the ones you play and keep much closer to your chest would probably put you right next to these men. Now unless you want your ass watched far more heavily than before, and I can do that with barely two sentences out of my mouth and a few pieces of paperwork, I'd advise you keep that attempt at being silver tongued to yourself."<br><br>Kane's body stayed rigid as he stared across the space of his desk at DeLorca, he wasn't glaring and even rigid he didn't seem on edge, just stone cold serious and not brooking any opposition on any side. He slowly slid his body back onto the straight back of the chair, tapping the cigarette almost idly into the ashtray as he watched the man across him. With his free hand he flipped open the top folder revealing the almost innocent face below the contents, the fabled cop killer, seemingly one of those broken birds DeLorca favored so damn much.<br><br>His gaze flicked back to DeLorcas' face, "you and I know full well that these men are not ready for the outside world, no matter how much we keep them in here, or if you somehow managed to stop making an even greater embarrassment of an already embarrassing field. Even with the best staff and care, the most optimistic numbers would show single digit percentage for the men that come through here being 'cured.' I don't care if you fix these men, if you make them ready for the outside world, that's their prerogative to themselves and whatever imaginary friend in the sky and clouds they talk to in the dead of night."<br><br>He stood up, flipping the folder closed with a flick of his wrist, "I just don't want you making the animal in them come out at every moment. They are beasts in a cage, but I need them tranquilized, not seething and raging. That's your job and the only reason you're still here under my command is the fact that when you finally manage to get your head out of your ass and away from your constant preening, you actually manage to fulfill that job description. I'll mince no words DeLorca, I don't like you, I don't even respect you, or your profession for that matter. Your job only exists because I'm forced to have it and for that matter, you are the only one who could possibly do the job I know needs to be done."<br><br>He stubbed the cigarette, "things becoming a bit clearer for you?"
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