#nfe.start

[silkcnsteel]

     Perhaps becoming a teacher, or teacher-in-training, was a little more fun than Dante originally took it for. At least the aspect of having and decorating his own little office was, plus not having to shell out thousands out of his own pockets for his own supplies. He definitely recognized being luckier than most educators in that regard. “God fucking damn it...” he cursed as he stood atop his desk, accidentally knocking the box of books he was setting on a little shelf tumbling to the floor with a misplaced step. Some of them clattered at the feet of a person standing at his doorway, and with an embarrassed grimace Dante greeted them. 

“Hey, welcome in, uh... fuck. My bad, dude.”

[drpak]

open to: inmates!

Jung always had his work cut out for him at Alcatraz. With so many troubled inmates to help rehabilitate, it was easy for Jung to lose himself in his work. If he could improve just one of his patients’ day for the better, then he did his job.

He’d just arrived to his office for the day when he heard a familiar knock at the door — a scheduled check-in with one of the inmates. Jung felt bad that he couldn’t remember who was scheduled for his first appointment, but he’d soon find out when he opened the—

“Hello! Come in,” he says to his patient, overcompensating with the kindness. Lord knew not everybody on the staff shared his benevolent nature. “Sit down. How are you feeling today? Anything you’d like to bring up?”

[rhysandauclair]

Perhaps it was weird that Rhysand ate his lunch in the cafeteria with everyone else but after being bullied so much during school why not? He had eaten so many lunches alone for his fascination with the macabre and murders he found interesting while no else did. Now he was surrounded by them for a living and he wanted to enjoy it as long as he could. “Please, sit!” The assistant said a bit too excitedly when he saw someone hesitate to sit next to him. He even closed his book and offered a warm smile. “I could use the company...hi.”

[finchjames]

Though he was a new arrival, he had already made himself a home here. As far as he was concerned, he was meant to be here, and he acted like it. That means, he acted like as if he owned the place. Hell, he might as well own it, he thought. Place would be better off.

James' internal monologue of self-love was interrupted by someone being just a little bit too close to him. That pissed him off. "Out, out, out, out. Out of my way. Quickly. Quickly, I said." He made a 'shoo' motion with his hands. All these men here had gall, but he was sure that he would put them in their place eventually. Right now, he just had to bear it with a grin.

[kennishimoto]

FOR STAFF

It was only his second day at the prison and he had met a few of the inmates now and was slowly getting familiar with the prison layout, however, he still found himself lost or going the wrong way from time to time. With this, Ken had not made time to get to know his fellow members of staff he would be working there with, which you might think is a bad thing, which it is but Ken was one who always put work first before anything else, which is probably why he is still single. Hearing a knocking on the door was a little weird to Ken, as he had seen all his appointments today and so wasn’t expecting anyone. “Come in.” Ken called as he faced away from the door, standing infront of his desk clearing a file he had opened of his last appointment and putting them back into the file and made his way over to the filling cabinet and put it inside. Finally turning around to face his visitor, he looked over him a few times trying to remember his name but he couldn’t remember it. “Can I help you?”

[kennishimoto]

FOR INMATES

Ken had only just started at the prison a few days ago now, so had decided to make appointments for everyone in his case load, so introduce himself and get to know each inmate on face to face. Sure, he had files on each of them, from their case, crime and previous psych reports, but Ken always believed in the personal approach when getting to know a person. As we find Ken, he was in his office awaiting his last patient of the day to arrive at his office, even though it was his past appointment for the day and after he would be free for the rest of the day, Ken wasn’t the type to rush to the finish line. He was sitting in his armchair next to a couch with his notepad on his lap as he heard the door to his office knocking. “Come in.” Ken called and watched an officer and inmate enter his office. “You can wait outside.” He said to the officer as he waved his hand to the couch for the inmate to take a seat. “My name is Dr Nishimoto, but you can just call me Ken.” Ken said with a friendly smile.