Miss Parker, I understand you are the inmate newly assigned to me. I would like to meet with you to discuss the terms of your rehabilitation, and any progress you may have made so far.
'The terms of your rehabilitation?' Well don't we sound nice and ominous this morning? That's fine. Apparently I have all of the time in the world here.
Parker assumed the words 'at your convenience' to mean 'as soon as you could get your ass over to Level 2 room 001'. And of course because she was Parker, she dawdled. The idea of authority chaffed over her skin and the inmate was already feeling less then stellar. If she had been home, the pepto would be pounded like vodka shots, and the cigarettes would be lit one after another. But she wasn't home, and she wouldn't be home and she fucking hated it here.
So it was that several hours passed before Parker showed up in front of Janeway's and knocked loudly, her ring rapping against the door.
By "at your convenience", Janeway had, indeed, meant "now". However, having followed the interactions of most of the inmates with their wardens, she knew certain allowances had to be made. After all, Parker didn't know her, and Janeway didn't expect the same loyalty she would from her crew.
So when several hours had passed and Parker finally arrived, she was perturbed, of course, but managed to keep her temper in check as she met her new inmate at the door.
"Miss Parker? Please come in. Make yourself comfortable." She motioned to her desk and the chair in front of it.
When it came to loyalties, Parker was very limited indeed. She probably could count the people she was loyal too on one hand. Each of the members of the set had earned it, and the earning had been hard fought. It was going to be difficult, especially when Miss Parker didn't even like some of the people whom she trusted. Oh, the people were hers alright, but that didn't mean she'd ever go out and have a drink with them, or just plain out be nice.
Maybe being nice was meant to be part of her whole new second chance blah blah. Parker wasn't sure, and she certainly wasn't sure she even had it in her to be polite today. There was a brief nod when she was met at the door, and for a moment she balked at sitting on the other side of the desk. The only time she ever was on this side was when it came to her father. Movements were stiff before she settled into the chair, arranging the short skirt of her suit as low as it could go. But after that arms crossed stubbornly over her chest, her nails tapping impatiently on her forearm.
Janeway had a moment to examine her new inmate and her reaction to being told to sit. She had dealt with quite a few hardheads in the past seven years, most of them balking at being ordered by someone they considered an outsider. She suspected Parker wouldn't be any different.
As she crossed to her desk, she introduced herself. "My name is Captain Kathryn Janeway. Ma'am or Captain will be acceptable, Miss Parker, unless you'd like to tell me your first name."
She lowered herself into the chair on the other side of the desk and accessed Parker's file - one she'd had several hours to peruse - on her computer, and turned the monitor toward the other other woman.
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So it was that several hours passed before Parker showed up in front of Janeway's and knocked loudly, her ring rapping against the door.
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So when several hours had passed and Parker finally arrived, she was perturbed, of course, but managed to keep her temper in check as she met her new inmate at the door.
"Miss Parker? Please come in. Make yourself comfortable." She motioned to her desk and the chair in front of it.
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Maybe being nice was meant to be part of her whole new second chance blah blah. Parker wasn't sure, and she certainly wasn't sure she even had it in her to be polite today. There was a brief nod when she was met at the door, and for a moment she balked at sitting on the other side of the desk. The only time she ever was on this side was when it came to her father. Movements were stiff before she settled into the chair, arranging the short skirt of her suit as low as it could go. But after that arms crossed stubbornly over her chest, her nails tapping impatiently on her forearm.
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As she crossed to her desk, she introduced herself. "My name is Captain Kathryn Janeway. Ma'am or Captain will be acceptable, Miss Parker, unless you'd like to tell me your first name."
She lowered herself into the chair on the other side of the desk and accessed Parker's file - one she'd had several hours to peruse - on her computer, and turned the monitor toward the other other woman.
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