06-04-2014, 02:42 PM
The first day. It was always one of the most stressful days of anyone's life. Alex remembered the first day of every new school. The first day at MIT with her brother the only soul on the continent she knew. First days were stressful. And Alex's first day at her new job was plagued with a train system going out. She had to take a cab to work, and it wasn't like every other soul in Moscow was not doing the same thing.
Alex was late, on her first day. She apologized profusely to her senior officer, he only patted her on the back and laughed. Alex smiled back at him, he was only trying to comfort her, the waves of calm and only a hit of sarcasm could be felt. Feeling what everyone felt was always more revealing than what they said.
The day wore on, the trains were started again. But one incident on one train caused an uproar. The sickness. Alex had heard rumors of the sickness. The people on the train had apparently as well. A riot of sorts, a fight, a dead girl. It was all very frightening for Alex on her first day. But what better way to get your feet wet, there were many witness' nothing out of the ordinary. But Alex sat behind the two-way mirror and listened to the other officers question them. Their words were not her focus, though she listened carefully to what they said. She watched them all closely, a tick here, a smile when there shouldn't be one. Their emotions told other stories as well.
One passenger was hiding something. Alex couldn't fathom what it was, everyone had been searched, but nothing had been found. Alex let the officers who let the man go, but they laughed and shrugged at her. They were convinced. Alex wrote the man's name down on a peice of yellow legal pad that she kept for such notes. Maybe someone would believe her down the line. She was new here. She expected some retaliation for her efforts.
But it was the two that had been closest to the dead girl that caught Alex's attention the most.
The woman whom Chief Inspector Drayson spoke to first sleeping when Alex walked in the room behind the two-way mirror. Sleep was always one of the most interesting times to watch a person. She'd only had a few occasions to do so when it wasn't her family she'd been watching, and their emotions were guarded even from her. While she may have slept, Alex could feel her emotions as she slept, they were not familiar to her, dreams felt different, these felt almost like she were still awake. Alex jotted down her name and the required notes. She'd have to figure that one out later.
The interview, interrogation, Alex felt more interview since she was not a criminal, at least not in all things that mattered in this particular case. She was only here to get a feeling for her job anyway, the notes she made were purely for her own self. Getting her feet wet.
A slight wisp of worry followed by humor was about the extent of the feelings Alex started off with. The predominate notion Alex got was that she was telling the truth, minor inconsistencies, like she had more to say but not exactly the words. There was sorrow in the loss of the girl, but no fear. The reaction was very atypical for the situation considering the rest had all fled at the sight of the girl falling from the sickness. It was a curiosity. She jotted down another note.
The American on the other hand incited something else, fear? worry? Alex couldn't make a definite guess at it, everything was quickly moving. It was something she was going to have to get used to.
Curiosity ended the interview. Such an odd ending. Alex relaxed as the Chief Inspector left. She'd move to the next room. One last person to look over. This was her new job. This is what she'd be doing from here on out. The world was a chaotic place, Alex hoped to at least put some order to it.
Alex was late, on her first day. She apologized profusely to her senior officer, he only patted her on the back and laughed. Alex smiled back at him, he was only trying to comfort her, the waves of calm and only a hit of sarcasm could be felt. Feeling what everyone felt was always more revealing than what they said.
The day wore on, the trains were started again. But one incident on one train caused an uproar. The sickness. Alex had heard rumors of the sickness. The people on the train had apparently as well. A riot of sorts, a fight, a dead girl. It was all very frightening for Alex on her first day. But what better way to get your feet wet, there were many witness' nothing out of the ordinary. But Alex sat behind the two-way mirror and listened to the other officers question them. Their words were not her focus, though she listened carefully to what they said. She watched them all closely, a tick here, a smile when there shouldn't be one. Their emotions told other stories as well.
One passenger was hiding something. Alex couldn't fathom what it was, everyone had been searched, but nothing had been found. Alex let the officers who let the man go, but they laughed and shrugged at her. They were convinced. Alex wrote the man's name down on a peice of yellow legal pad that she kept for such notes. Maybe someone would believe her down the line. She was new here. She expected some retaliation for her efforts.
But it was the two that had been closest to the dead girl that caught Alex's attention the most.
The woman whom Chief Inspector Drayson spoke to first sleeping when Alex walked in the room behind the two-way mirror. Sleep was always one of the most interesting times to watch a person. She'd only had a few occasions to do so when it wasn't her family she'd been watching, and their emotions were guarded even from her. While she may have slept, Alex could feel her emotions as she slept, they were not familiar to her, dreams felt different, these felt almost like she were still awake. Alex jotted down her name and the required notes. She'd have to figure that one out later.
The interview, interrogation, Alex felt more interview since she was not a criminal, at least not in all things that mattered in this particular case. She was only here to get a feeling for her job anyway, the notes she made were purely for her own self. Getting her feet wet.
A slight wisp of worry followed by humor was about the extent of the feelings Alex started off with. The predominate notion Alex got was that she was telling the truth, minor inconsistencies, like she had more to say but not exactly the words. There was sorrow in the loss of the girl, but no fear. The reaction was very atypical for the situation considering the rest had all fled at the sight of the girl falling from the sickness. It was a curiosity. She jotted down another note.
The American on the other hand incited something else, fear? worry? Alex couldn't make a definite guess at it, everything was quickly moving. It was something she was going to have to get used to.
Curiosity ended the interview. Such an odd ending. Alex relaxed as the Chief Inspector left. She'd move to the next room. One last person to look over. This was her new job. This is what she'd be doing from here on out. The world was a chaotic place, Alex hoped to at least put some order to it.