Time to spare. { Cooper }

[Ceilidh Emerson]

Enter, Miss Ceilidh Emerson

Ceilidh was sitting on one of the many chairs positioned around a large table in the staff room, drinking a cup of earl grey tea with lemon. Some people thought that it was an odd combination, they thought it was too sharp. Personally though, Ceilidh Emerson thought that it was quite good. She didn't like the sweetness of sugar, and she didn't at all like the flavor of milk or cream in her tea. It was things like that that made Ceilidh a bit strange at times. She shrugged off these thoughts though, for they didn't bother her all that much. She really enjoyed having a cup of hot tea after a day of long counseling sessions.

Ceilidh Emerson sighed contently and leaned back in her chair, closing her eyes for a moment. The only thing that could make that moment better would probably be someone to talk to. Ceilidh enjoyed having conversations with people. Well, conversations with meaning. She didn't enjoy mindless babbling, unless of course it was one of her patients actually spilling their guts to her. That she enjoyed. Immensly. She loved that sudden moment of trust that some of the inmates felt when they spoke to her, when they finally opened up and accepted their situation. It really pleased her when they spoke.

Ceilidh was enjoying the silence when she heard a girl scream from down the hall 'I'm not insane, I'm telling you!' She continued to scream for a little while before everything went silent, so Ceilidh assumed she had been given some sort of medication that either calmed her or put her to sleep. How unfortunate. Ceilidh thought. She always felt very badly for the inmates who didn't believe they were meant to be there, and some of them truly thought that they were perfectly sane. She frowned at these thoughts.

Ceilidh was now praying that somebody, anybody, would come and distract her from her thoughts. She wanted someone to talk to. She hadn't had a real conversation with another adult in quite a while and she really wanted to. She wanted to talk to someone who wasn't a patient now, while she had the time. Working at Michigan State left you with almost no free time to do as you wish.

Words? Uh, I forget (:
Tagged? Cooper
Muse? Yeah, kinda suckish. Sorry

[Cooper Liam Daye]

Another day on the job. Cooper wasn't too fond of working here, but he'd found that some of the patients were rather fun and easy to talk to. It was bad that so many of the others working here didn't see that. He often wondered how the doctors and psychiatrist's here treated them and talked to them. In all honesty Cooper believed that if he was here as a patient he might be as silent as some of them were. He didn't blame them for not wanting to spill their guts about their entire life so someone could try and find a reason why they were the way they were. Would anyone?

When the girl had started screaming he was nearby and ran over quickly. He held her arms down by her side as one of the doctors gave her the shot. This was definitely the part he hated the most about his job, having to use force to restrain someone. He only made sure not to grip to tight, not wanting to hurt her, but just to make sure she wouldn't be able to hit the doctor or anything like that. That was another thing he'd noticed here, just how many times doctors and nurses were hurt by flailing patients.

They took her back to her room, and he made sure that she was covered up in the bed, as her cell seemed to be a bit cold. This place had a bit of a cold draft going through it at the moment, making him wish he'd brought in a jacket. He walked out, taking one last look to make sure she was okay laying there. That was probably the one big difference between Cooper and the other guards there, he actually seemed to care and sometimes even connect to the people that had been admitted there.

Walking down the hall he came to the staff room. Man he needed a break. Opening the door he stepped inside and walked over to grab a cup. What did he want to drink? As he tried to make his decision, he caught sight of Ceilidh from the corner of his eye.
"Hey, so I'm kind of having a dilemma"
he smiled looking over at her
"I'm really thirsty, but I can't decide what I want. What do you think I should have?"

[Ceilidh Emerson]

Ceilidh had been absently stirring her tea when the door opened to reveal a younger man with dark hair who had walked over to the kitchen area. He looked somewhat familiar, but not really. She thought that maybe she had seen him once or twice in the halls. She studied him carefully while he was turned away. He was well dressed, he seemed kind enough so far. "Hey, so I'm kind of having a dilemma" He interrupted her thoughts. She blushed when he looked over at her and smile. He had probably seen her staring. Oh well. It was too late now.

"I'm really thirsty, but I can't decide what I want. What do you think I should have?" Ceilidh laughed and smiled back. "Orange juice?" She replied. Orange juice was one of her favorite drinks when she was really thirsty. She had always automatically turned to the fruity drink when she seriously needed to quench her thirst. "Unless you like tea." She grinned and shrugged. He didn't much seem like the type who would like tea, but then again, you never know. She, of all people, knew not to judge a book by it's cover. Sometimes the nicest of people could do the worst of things.

The counselor took another drink of her lemony beverage, finishing it off. She stood up and walked over to the sink, gently placing the cup inside of it. She would wash it before she left. She then leaned her hips against the counter and smoothed her black skirt down over her legs. The black skirt and pink shirt weren't her most comfortable outfit ever, but at least it looked nice. She looked back over at the man with the dilemma again.

"Do you know what was going on with the girl who was screaming earlier?" Ceilidh asked, a slight frown on her lips. "It's so unfortunate, really, what those people have to go through." She was genuinely curious about what was happening, because maybe she coud help her in some way. Ceilidh wasn't the type who would just sit around and wait to be told to go help someone, she would help them anyway, it whatever way she could, as long as she wasn't doing something to hurt them. She wondered if the man next to her was the same way or not. "Oh! I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Ceilidh Emerson, I'm a counselor here, nice to meet you." She greeted him with a bright smile.

Words? 420
Tagged? Cooper
Muse? Eh...

[Cooper Liam Daye]

Orange juice or tea. Now he had another dilemma on his hands, which one of those did he want to drink. He bit his lip as he folded his arms and pondered the question for a few minutes. If he wanted tea, then did he want it hot or cold? Choosing tea would have him with that dilemma, so he figured it was best to go with the orange juice. Taking the cup he set it down on the table and moved to get the orange juice. After pouring almost to the top of the cup he put the carton of orange juice back up and moved to find a chair to sit and try to relax in for a little bit.

"I'm not quite sure what started it out there. I'm thinking maybe she didn't take her medication or something and something set her off"
he said before taking a sip of his drink. The cup was removed from his lips and he crossed his arms once again, the hand with the cup resting on the curve of his elbow.
"I just got there in time to make sure she didn't hurt the doctor. Don't worry though I made sure she got to her cell alright, the shot knocked her out."
he sighed a little.

His head turned when she started speaking once again, introducing herself and telling him what she did around here.
"Nice to meet you"
he gave her a flash of a smile, before taking another, longer drink
"My name's Cooper. Cooper Daye, though you don't have to add that last part all the time"
he chuckled a little
"I just started here as a guard a few weeks ago. Not sure everyone's figured out I'm a guard yet. I had one of the other counselor's trying to get me to go to a session"