08-07-2014, 11:23 AM
The niceties out of the way, the topic of careers came up. Alex really hated telling people what she did, they then began to think she was judgmental of their behaviors or asked for free help. And leading with the criminal aspect of it made people think she was typically insane because she got into the minds of some pretty messed up people.
But in reality Alex found normal people to be just as messed up as the criminals. At least their emotions weren't nearly so depressing.
Alex's wallet beeped at her, she held up a finger, "I need to check this, it's work related."
Alex flipped through the screen to where a notice had been flagged. Another girl had been found for the serial killer who the media had named "The Butcher". That would make 10 girls to date and they still had no leads. It was Alex's first real case in Mexico. Dane Gregory in Moscow put the cabash on that particular case. So on to the next thing, or multiple things anyway.
Alex sighed. She'd have to read it later, her stomach growled. She was very hungry. The commotion from the other dinners registered on Alex, but she really didn't want to get involved or be bombarded with their feelings. She made sure that her shields were clamped at tight as they could be. Errant emotions from others was a sad side effect of what she could do. She wished it wasn't like that, but it was her gift.
"Sorry about that. To your question of what I do, I'm a psychologist with the CCPD. I profile cases and criminals as needed."
Alex probably would have needed help from him too. Alex had not been to any religious service ever, now that she thought about it. Her family wasn't religious, it just didn't fit in with what they did. But Alex feigned interest. "Other than the season, what prompted you to go to Mass for the first time during the season everyone seems to go?"
Edited by Alex, Aug 7 2014, 12:53 PM.
But in reality Alex found normal people to be just as messed up as the criminals. At least their emotions weren't nearly so depressing.
Alex's wallet beeped at her, she held up a finger, "I need to check this, it's work related."
Alex flipped through the screen to where a notice had been flagged. Another girl had been found for the serial killer who the media had named "The Butcher". That would make 10 girls to date and they still had no leads. It was Alex's first real case in Mexico. Dane Gregory in Moscow put the cabash on that particular case. So on to the next thing, or multiple things anyway.
Alex sighed. She'd have to read it later, her stomach growled. She was very hungry. The commotion from the other dinners registered on Alex, but she really didn't want to get involved or be bombarded with their feelings. She made sure that her shields were clamped at tight as they could be. Errant emotions from others was a sad side effect of what she could do. She wished it wasn't like that, but it was her gift.
"Sorry about that. To your question of what I do, I'm a psychologist with the CCPD. I profile cases and criminals as needed."
Alex probably would have needed help from him too. Alex had not been to any religious service ever, now that she thought about it. Her family wasn't religious, it just didn't fit in with what they did. But Alex feigned interest. "Other than the season, what prompted you to go to Mass for the first time during the season everyone seems to go?"
Edited by Alex, Aug 7 2014, 12:53 PM.