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 Posted: Fri May 13, 2016 10:25 pm
Starting a series of sessions with a new parolee was always a bit of a struggle. There was distrust to overcome, even fear with some, and Max couldn't help feeling guilty when they were afraid. He wanted to help, to chat about dogs and give all the people he met better things to do with their time than graffitiing Frat Row or punching people or...
Shoplifting.
He opened the folder on the table in front of him to the first page and glanced at the picture there. Diana Vyn. Serial shoplifter let off with a multitude of warnings until her most recent and reportedly largest score just couldn't be ignored. She'd had a couple of meetings here already. At least that meant she wouldn't be afraid.
Max shifted in his seat. The office here in Ashdown was all right, but he spent a lot of his time on the clock chasing down the people who didn't show. Would this Diana be one of them? He hoped that if she did try to hide from him, she would dye her hair back to a less conspicuous shade. The hunt lost some of its allure when the person he was looking for was so poofy and purple. He pressed his lips together to stifle a smile. There were no smiles in the corrections office.
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2016 10:42 pm
It was the same every month. Go in, talk to the officer, obviously make sure she was okay and not stealing or doing drugs of any sort. Then it was back on her merry way to her somewhat normal life and her little job. Yeah, she knew she'd messed up. It was nobody else's fault but her own, of course. She just hated having a new parole officer after getting used to the old one. Ah well, she'd get it over with and then head back to work. She always felt nervous going in. They looked at her funny, judged her for past mistakes for the most part. Even though she was straightening out her life. Even now the man sitting at the table made her a bit uncomfortable. It was the same as normal. She had to keep reminding herself. Just go and do what needed to be done. "Uh hi?" she spoke softly, nerves getting the better of her. "I guess you're uh who I'm supposed to see?" Way to make a first impression. That is definitely not how you do things. She glanced around, looking for his name plate. Porter...right. She'd gotten the memo. "Nice to meet you, sir."
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2016 11:03 pm
"You too," Max replied with a nod. There was no fear, thankfully, just anxiety and nerves as far as he could determine. Understandable, considering that he could send her back to prison on a whim. He wouldn't keep his own job for very long after if he couldn't justify that whim, but the threat was still there, whether he wanted it to be or not. Pulling her file closer and tilting it so she could no longer see what was inside, he gestured at the chair on the opposite side of the table.
"Have a seat. You can call me Max, if you'd like." He wasn't about to insist, but the 'sir' had to go. Max looked down at her paperwork, the cessation of eye contact a practiced move. Spouse beaters with half a foot of height on him got the intimidation tactics, not petite women in glasses.
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2016 11:14 pm
"Sorry sir, that's uh, a bit informal don't you think?" she spoke quickly, regretting it as she did so. This was her parole officer hello. Not someone she could just speak to like that. "Sorry, sorry. I didn't mean to be rude." Diana glanced down at her hands then, avoiding looking at him. Was she supposed to keep eye contact? Was she not? She never knew how to handle these meetings. She was just bad at things in general. Seriously she needed like a coaching session or something to handle these things. That would be very odd to ask for though and mildly suspicious.
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2016 4:18 pm
He considered what she had said, conceding with a nod. "Maybe it is a little. I'd say you're the opposite of rude though, so don't worry about that." He did smile then, the barest hint of mirth lighting his eyes as he looked up. Careful stoicism returned just as quickly.
"All right, so..." Papers were shifted, case history glanced at once more. He had already been over the files of those people he was to meet with today, but reminding himself of what they said was always helpful.
"You're still employed? Tell me about where you work."
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Posted: Thu May 19, 2016 1:07 pm
"Oh I love my work! It's not the greatest thing since sliced bread or anything, but it's enjoyable. Get to help out people and take care of the part timers. You know, just general thrift store work. My boss is super friendly too. Such a sweet old lady," Diana explained, pausing when she realized she was going off subject. "Sorry uh, that's probably not what you want to hear, huh? You need like times I work and stuff? Or if they make me handle important things?"
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