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@hwang hyunjin Whether the level two could tell whether he was truly bluffing or not didn't deter him from his objective, mostly because he had plenty of affective methods of getting information. Still, he continued with an expression that read concern and curiosity all in one to try and wave him off of his scent. He wanted to see if he could get him to open up about his emotions and if he had to prod at the past while simultaneously pulling the strings of what got the boy here in the first place, so be it. "See that is my biggest concern. It's not that the file has something remotely juicy on you. In fact, it states that there isn't much of a track record at all. Good or bad. Your record has holes to pu t it simply. No record of school achievements past elementary, no significant medical records. Not sayin this is bad but it just means you'll have to do more talking in order to not have to spend so much time here. From the way you're looking at my office, I can tell I must be a terrible space decorator."

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@bang chan He was a bit taken aback by the last statement regarding his file. What more could even possibly be there to see? He hardly knew his parents before they died to illness, he raised himself from eight by pickpocketing rich people and climbed his way to where he is now- albeit prison. Sure his record wasn’t spic and span anymore but he was under the impression he had never been caught. His cool gaze searches the counselor’s face for weakness, trying to call his bluff before he would respond. Hyunjin wasn’t too pleased that his read came back rather empty. “I have nothing to tell. My parents died and that’s it, the same story a lot of people can relate to. Nothing special at all.”

@hwang hyunjin That's exactly what he was looking for. A reaction. Any tell of his emotional or mental state that would clue the young counselor in to what kind of person he was really dealing with. That's how he started all of his first meetings and he'd gone numb to insults ages ago so they trickled off of him like water and went nowhere. At the most, he found it amusing but rarely did he feel the need to ever clap back or feel threatened. His current focus was not on what was being said but the male's body language as he spoke. Whether it was to spit a retort at his "crazy" assumptions or speak about what had happened to him, Chan wanted to know exactly where all of his buttons were. "Nothing about that part was hard to understand, Mister Hwang. There is more in this file about you then this one particular incident. Clue me in to your early life, please"

@bang chan The male snorts, but there was no amusement lingering in his stare as he glowers at the counselor. "Did you think for some crazy reason in your brain, that I want someone in this to care about me? I am in prison. This isn't ing lotte world." Hyunjin brushes his hair back out of his face, glancing around the office with a speed that is clearly uncomfortable. He didn't like business-looking places, they made him feel uneasy, out of place. "Aren't you supposed to be smart, in order to be a 'counselor'. He drugged me. me, and I killed him. What about that is hard to understand?" His eyes were unmoving as he spoke about his reason for being locked up, unfaltering even when mentioning what happened- though to be fair it wasn't as though he had gone into detail. In fact, his palms tingled at the mere mention of the night his life fell even further apart than it already was.

@hwang hyunjin It was truly painful to ignore the eyeroll he wanted to give at the comment, knowing the comment was probably all he could think of but he gave him points for the effort and the balls. The guards tended to have their own agendas and rarely did he get himself involved with them unless he needed them for something. The selfhelp comment caught his full attention and he did a scan of the young man in front of him, all limbs and pretty angles with hair that fell in a perfect frame. Sometimes he really worried what type of life people had to live to get put out here. "This self help bull you speak of is the only time anyone's going to give a damn about your opinion. I mean you can sit in that cell with that cute kid all day and share stories about how many trains you've gotten ran on you, if that's what you'd like to do but I just thought you'd like to make this file make sense to an every day person."

@bang chan What a riot. They brought in mercenaries for some prisoners in a tiny prison in the middle of nowhere? This place was a joke. Hyunjin sends the 'merc' a particularly nasty glare, stepping over towards the desk. "Guten tag you ing animal." The young adult had little to no idea what the word meant, after all his only exposure to germans had been from movies or the occasional international guest that would visit the club he worked in. He begrudgingly takes a seat, his curtain of bangs settling just next to his eyes as he regards the counselor.
"Could have sworn I told you I didn't need any of your selfhelp bull."

@hwang hyunjin This session would be the last of the day and if he was being honest, the only one of the day he wasn't dreading. He'd seen a level three character today with a unsettling fondness for gory topics that included but were not limited to his memories of defacing property with his own blood. Deciding that a level two could not be worse, he felt at ease about the upcoming session. Though he was already prepared for bull stories and endless banter, he always gave the inmates the benefit of the doubt. Hyunjin seemed harmless enough, or as harmless as you can be with the given history and current predicament. Mostly mouthy but nothing he couldn't handle on his own. Which was why it was surprising when he was escorted in with three broad uniforms. His glasses jingled as he looked up from the file to let amusement write itself over his features.
"That one was a merc shipped to us from Germany so maybe if you know a little german you can ask him really nicely to loosen up. Y'all are free to leave now. I'm sure Mister Hwang will behave just fine in my care, thank you." and with that, he gestured to the several seats in front of his desk with an inviting yet put on simper that seemed to work it's charm in any instance.

@bang chan To say Hyunjin was irritated would be a gross understatement. He had been minding his own business in his cell when a few guards show up (which already pissed him off) and announce they would be taking him to his scheduled counseling appointment. Why they needed three he didn't understand, (which also, pissed him off) he was a rather slim guy with no record of having caused or been a part of a physical altercation in prison- albeit he was rather toned from dancing. His eyes had just about rolled to the back of his head as they roughly tugged him down the hall, teeth gnawing at the inside of his bottom lip as he shuffles behind the main guard, knowing he would not benefit from doing even one of the things he wanted to in return for the pulling. Eventually they made it to their destination, and as the prisoner was led inside of the office with a scowl marring his handsome face, he scoffed at how pretentious the counselor looked behind his desk.

"I can't believe you sent the ole' entourage just for lil' me! How kind." His lips curl slightly at their edges as he gestures over toward the guard that had yanked his arm. "This one has a killer grip. Must have good practice."

@bang chan *switches my gaze back to you as you scan the room, fingers itching to reach out and snatch something of your coat. For fun, of course. But the moment is lost the next second.*

Not much trouble, really. At least I don't think I did? I mean, first it's pencils, then wallets, then... I dunno, cars? And then I'm still quite young, yknow. My trouble now is being stuck here while the prize runs away.

@???? ???????? *takes a quick glance around the room to do a scan of what could possibly go missing that might be important before remembering they'll most likely pat you down before you leave* I see... That's a very good answer. A bit of teller but then what else what I be asking for, right?
And did you have trouble acquiring these desirables as a young person?

Just filling out documents, huh? *sits back in my seat again, arms spread along the rests of the seat; left leg crossing the right.* I came to enjoy it. I was always anxious if i couldn't get my hands on something.... desirable. Feels good knowing that the things others wanted, I could have easily. *smirks as I look up towards the ceiling a bit to observe the decor*

I could offer those things for a pretty penny.

*takes a long breath before writing something down in my notes on your file, scribbling anxiously* I'm sure it was very entertaining, mister Jeon. We're not here to talk about myself, as that would not matter much to the documents in front of me. Are you saying you enjoyed majority of your social life? No anxieties?

*chuckles* My shows have a limited audience. Limited in a sense that not everyone was in on the grift. *leans forward a bit, clasping my hands together.*
My social life was fine. Entertaining even. How was yours?

I don't think they ever really mention prison at /magic shows/ so... Yeah- that brings up whole new questions but we'll just move on... Uhh how was your social life before you got here?

And maybe the prize was a bit bigger than I thought it'd be. They never mentioned prison.

...that I'm a magician. Doesn't say that on the file. I only ended up here because I failed a new trick.

looks up at you with a small smile, bringing your file out of my stack
Alright, where do we start... Ah- what would you like me to know about how you got here?

*briefly scans the room as I take my seat* fine.

Heyhey I ask the questions in this room, you're only allowed to answer and answer truthfully. Now have a seat, Mister Jeon.

Oh so you're open now?

I do have snacks. Whether I have snacks for you or not is purely based on how this next thirty minutes go

.......since I'm not allowed in the cafeteria, you got a snack?

oh- Can I help you??

*storms over* COUNSELOR BANG

*sits in my office, flicking through files*

*peeks aggressively through your door*

>:[

must have been hallucinatin

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