Post by Ryoko on Mar 20, 2019 16:10:40 GMT
It was just another day of doing another general check up on the prisoners. Ryoko wasn't too sure what she, someone who's more into technology and usually prefers to spend time behind a screen, had to be the one to do a head check and make sure there weren't any sudden changes in behavior. This didn't mean that she was going to deny it, not like she would have any power to do so in the first place. She was interested in stuff like this. Psychology was an interesting subject and something that was worth exploring, but it wasn't something she'd pick over being a hacker and an expert in computer science.
"Hmm... all of the prisoners seem to be in check. Usual behavior of aggressiveness from the excessive amounts of captivity, restlessness from the lack of reasonable conditions provided in said cells, and hostility from being shielded away from the real world, be it from on this planet or another one... but this is all but a normal pattern to observe." Ryoko whispered to herself in a monotone voice. With one final clicked of her pen, she scribbled some notes down near the bottom area of her clipboard before she clicked her pen again.
Ryoko walked down the hall that was filled with jail cells on almost every corner. She did nothing except keeping her eyes on where she was going. She kept a straight face without even giving out the slightest sense of sympathy as she passed by rabid prisoners, prisoners that cried and pleaded to be freed, and some that looked like they were on the brink of dying from the lack of nourishments they've been receiving. It was... painful to look at, but she couldn't let her emotions get in the way... not while she was on the job. She wanted to help them at least live, but if she were to do such a thing, she would end up like them or even lose her own life.
"Ryoko? Ryoko! Ryokoooo!"
The woman stopped dead in her tracks as she felt her heart thump harshly for a moment when her name was called. The voice was trembly and hoarse, but loud enough to get her attention. Still keeping a straight face, she looked over to the cell on her right. There, revealed a middle aged couple that were in terrible conditions; messy hair, dirty skin, bloodshot eyes, raggedy clothes, and even bruises marked all over. Ryoko would assume they were nothing more than just another set of prisoners just making their pleas, but there were two things that seemed... off to her that stood out:
For one, they knew a name of someone who only occasionally has to do a head count of the prisoners and observe any changes of behavior that could be threatening to not only the prison system, but to the organization. Another thing was the fact that they looked... eerily familiar. She couldn't put her finger on it, but they looked like people she actually knew...
And even looked like her too.
Ryoko took a few steps closer to the cell, her deadpan expression remaining. Her expression was unreadable, but curiosity was just killing her inside. "Cell mates number one hundred and ninety two and one hundred and eight two." She greeted by stating their prisoner numbers. "Are you two in any need of-"
"Ryoko! Honey! I-Is... is that really you?!"] The woman cried in a hushed tone.
She didn't react to the interrupted, but she was momentarily taken back. "Hmm... I see the large lack of nourishments have taken an impressive toll on your mental system. Perhaps-"
"Stop talking all of that nonsense, child! Do you not remember us? Do you not know our faces?!" The man, this time, interrupted with a loud yell and banged a hand onto the bars. "It's us, dear. It's us! We're your parents damn it!" He screamed while his hand banged against the cell bars once again.
Ryoko only blinked at the man before exhaling a deep sigh. "Perhaps this is a cry for food. I will see if I can get you something edible to slow down the effects of hallucination." She promised.
The older woman crawled to the bars, both hands feebly gripping onto this as she was on the brink of tears."Forgot the food! Ryoko, please! I know you were only so young when we were abducted into this strange yet cruel planet! I know you were only so young when we held you in our arms... But please, you must believe us! You don't belong here. WE don't belong here!" She pleaded.
"...Hmm..." Ryoko only hummed as a response to the sudden conversation she was dragged into. With a firm nod, she took a step back and turned her body around. "I will see what kind of snacks will be provided for you. If you do not like what is given to you, I'm afraid that's out of my power." And just like that, she walked away.
"R-Ryoko! No! Ryoko! Please, come back! RYOKO!!!"
The further down Ryoko kept walking, the quieter their yells were. Her unreadable broke out as her eyebrows began to furrow into concern. There was something... off about the prisoners. There were so many questions she had to ask, but on the other hand she felt as if they were just going through nothing more than mere hallucinations. She also didn't want to look like she was playing favorites with prisoners the more she stayed in front of their cells.
But even so, this wasn't something Ryoko could let go of so easily.
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"Hmm... all of the prisoners seem to be in check. Usual behavior of aggressiveness from the excessive amounts of captivity, restlessness from the lack of reasonable conditions provided in said cells, and hostility from being shielded away from the real world, be it from on this planet or another one... but this is all but a normal pattern to observe." Ryoko whispered to herself in a monotone voice. With one final clicked of her pen, she scribbled some notes down near the bottom area of her clipboard before she clicked her pen again.
Ryoko walked down the hall that was filled with jail cells on almost every corner. She did nothing except keeping her eyes on where she was going. She kept a straight face without even giving out the slightest sense of sympathy as she passed by rabid prisoners, prisoners that cried and pleaded to be freed, and some that looked like they were on the brink of dying from the lack of nourishments they've been receiving. It was... painful to look at, but she couldn't let her emotions get in the way... not while she was on the job. She wanted to help them at least live, but if she were to do such a thing, she would end up like them or even lose her own life.
"Ryoko? Ryoko! Ryokoooo!"
The woman stopped dead in her tracks as she felt her heart thump harshly for a moment when her name was called. The voice was trembly and hoarse, but loud enough to get her attention. Still keeping a straight face, she looked over to the cell on her right. There, revealed a middle aged couple that were in terrible conditions; messy hair, dirty skin, bloodshot eyes, raggedy clothes, and even bruises marked all over. Ryoko would assume they were nothing more than just another set of prisoners just making their pleas, but there were two things that seemed... off to her that stood out:
For one, they knew a name of someone who only occasionally has to do a head count of the prisoners and observe any changes of behavior that could be threatening to not only the prison system, but to the organization. Another thing was the fact that they looked... eerily familiar. She couldn't put her finger on it, but they looked like people she actually knew...
And even looked like her too.
Ryoko took a few steps closer to the cell, her deadpan expression remaining. Her expression was unreadable, but curiosity was just killing her inside. "Cell mates number one hundred and ninety two and one hundred and eight two." She greeted by stating their prisoner numbers. "Are you two in any need of-"
"Ryoko! Honey! I-Is... is that really you?!"] The woman cried in a hushed tone.
She didn't react to the interrupted, but she was momentarily taken back. "Hmm... I see the large lack of nourishments have taken an impressive toll on your mental system. Perhaps-"
"Stop talking all of that nonsense, child! Do you not remember us? Do you not know our faces?!" The man, this time, interrupted with a loud yell and banged a hand onto the bars. "It's us, dear. It's us! We're your parents damn it!" He screamed while his hand banged against the cell bars once again.
Ryoko only blinked at the man before exhaling a deep sigh. "Perhaps this is a cry for food. I will see if I can get you something edible to slow down the effects of hallucination." She promised.
The older woman crawled to the bars, both hands feebly gripping onto this as she was on the brink of tears."Forgot the food! Ryoko, please! I know you were only so young when we were abducted into this strange yet cruel planet! I know you were only so young when we held you in our arms... But please, you must believe us! You don't belong here. WE don't belong here!" She pleaded.
"...Hmm..." Ryoko only hummed as a response to the sudden conversation she was dragged into. With a firm nod, she took a step back and turned her body around. "I will see what kind of snacks will be provided for you. If you do not like what is given to you, I'm afraid that's out of my power." And just like that, she walked away.
"R-Ryoko! No! Ryoko! Please, come back! RYOKO!!!"
The further down Ryoko kept walking, the quieter their yells were. Her unreadable broke out as her eyebrows began to furrow into concern. There was something... off about the prisoners. There were so many questions she had to ask, but on the other hand she felt as if they were just going through nothing more than mere hallucinations. She also didn't want to look like she was playing favorites with prisoners the more she stayed in front of their cells.
But even so, this wasn't something Ryoko could let go of so easily.
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