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om_mainThe River Tam Sessions, Sally Style. River has been submitted to all the usual conditioning techniques, starting with sleep deprivation, malnutrition, and subliminal messages, along with drugging. Warning for all of the above.
File #41
Item #3
Date: 05/24/2013
Time: 14:51
Subject: ARIEL
RECORDING -
The room is bare. The walls are as white as the ceiling, but the floor is the same light grey as the table and two chairs attached to the floor. The subject Ariel is brought in, a young teenage girl dressed all in white, her feet bare. The door locks behind her and she looks back at it for a few seconds, elfin features partly hidden behind long dark hair. She moves to the opposite corner of the room and stands there, her back to it, her eyes on the door. She clenches and unclenches her fists, and it looks as though she is muttering something, but no sound comes out of her mouth.
Ten minutes later, the door opens again. It hangs ajar for a moment, and the subject tenses, then a woman walks into the room, dressed casually in muted colors, as if she's just come off of the streets of London rather than through a maze of a maximum-security facility. Her own long, dark hair is pulled back into in a sleek ponytail, light glistening at the black polish of her nails where she sits in the chair at one side of the table.
[Operative] S: [folds her arm loosely, smiles almost sadly] How are you feeling today?
[Subject] A: [swallows] [pushes her hair back behind her ears] [comes to take a seat with grace and poise] Perfectly fine. How about you?
[Operative] S: [hums softly] A bit concerned, about how you're progressing here. I understand you're perceptive to the thoughts and emotions of people around you. Would you describe it that way?
[Subject] A: [folds slightly trembling hands on the table, smiles pleasantly] I have no intention of progressing here. I'm being held against my wish. What day is it?
[Operative] S: [smile fades, slow shake of her head] You're better than that, Ariel. You tell me what day it is.
[Subject] A: [frowns] [slow shake of her head, increasingly vigorous] [moves back to her corner] No, I don't know. I don't know. I don't know.
[Operative] S: But why not? You have everything you need to find out what day it is. If you truly wanted to know, you would have found out already. Isn't that right?
[Subject] A: [hair falling in front of her face, fingers curling over her shirt] You don't know, I don't know, nobody knows. [no longer plaintive, but very assertive] I'm not answering your questions.
[Operative] S: [shifts back a bit] I'm not going to force you to tell me anything you're not willing to say. These sessions are about checking in with you, seeing where you're at, and what we can do to help you along. ...If you chose to cooperate with us, you'd be able to find out what you're truly capable of. Aren't you interested in seeing your full potential?
[Subject] A: [frowns] [silence] I was. I'm - not. I'm not... I'm not answering your questions.
[Operative] S: [exhales slowly, gets up] [sympathetic] It's alright. We'll do better next time.
- END RECORDING
File #41
Item #3
Date: 05/24/2013
Time: 14:51
Subject: ARIEL
RECORDING -
The room is bare. The walls are as white as the ceiling, but the floor is the same light grey as the table and two chairs attached to the floor. The subject Ariel is brought in, a young teenage girl dressed all in white, her feet bare. The door locks behind her and she looks back at it for a few seconds, elfin features partly hidden behind long dark hair. She moves to the opposite corner of the room and stands there, her back to it, her eyes on the door. She clenches and unclenches her fists, and it looks as though she is muttering something, but no sound comes out of her mouth.
Ten minutes later, the door opens again. It hangs ajar for a moment, and the subject tenses, then a woman walks into the room, dressed casually in muted colors, as if she's just come off of the streets of London rather than through a maze of a maximum-security facility. Her own long, dark hair is pulled back into in a sleek ponytail, light glistening at the black polish of her nails where she sits in the chair at one side of the table.
[Operative] S: [folds her arm loosely, smiles almost sadly] How are you feeling today?
[Subject] A: [swallows] [pushes her hair back behind her ears] [comes to take a seat with grace and poise] Perfectly fine. How about you?
[Operative] S: [hums softly] A bit concerned, about how you're progressing here. I understand you're perceptive to the thoughts and emotions of people around you. Would you describe it that way?
[Subject] A: [folds slightly trembling hands on the table, smiles pleasantly] I have no intention of progressing here. I'm being held against my wish. What day is it?
[Operative] S: [smile fades, slow shake of her head] You're better than that, Ariel. You tell me what day it is.
[Subject] A: [frowns] [slow shake of her head, increasingly vigorous] [moves back to her corner] No, I don't know. I don't know. I don't know.
[Operative] S: But why not? You have everything you need to find out what day it is. If you truly wanted to know, you would have found out already. Isn't that right?
[Subject] A: [hair falling in front of her face, fingers curling over her shirt] You don't know, I don't know, nobody knows. [no longer plaintive, but very assertive] I'm not answering your questions.
[Operative] S: [shifts back a bit] I'm not going to force you to tell me anything you're not willing to say. These sessions are about checking in with you, seeing where you're at, and what we can do to help you along. ...If you chose to cooperate with us, you'd be able to find out what you're truly capable of. Aren't you interested in seeing your full potential?
[Subject] A: [frowns] [silence] I was. I'm - not. I'm not... I'm not answering your questions.
[Operative] S: [exhales slowly, gets up] [sympathetic] It's alright. We'll do better next time.
- END RECORDING
