Post by UWAStaff on Oct 31, 2015 16:34:26 GMT -6
Part 1: pawa.proboards.com/thread/1343/unexpected-business
Part 2: pawa.proboards.com/thread/1359/irish-dragon
::The Atascadero State Hospital stood tall as the Vice President of U.W.A. Walked up the stairs toward the lobby. The man was a portly man of five foot eight and weighing in at Three hundred pounds with long wavy brown hair and a sweet smile. He wasn't a wrestler, or even a fighter but he was universally loved by the U.W.A. Roster. He looked out for each of them and they in turn looked out for him.
The lobby of the facility was barren of anything but a row of comfortable looking benches, plexiglass on all sides leading to two doors which auto locked with a desk sitting in front of the plexiglass. Behind the desk sat a middle aged man who watched the large man watching toward him.
When Samuel reached the desk the man behind the counter looked up without a smile and nodded.::
Receptionist: “Good afternoon. How can we help you?”
Samuel: “My name is Samuel Johnson. I made an appointment to see Dean....”
Receptionist: “Yes.”
::The middle aged receptionist didn't even allow Samuel to finish speaking before he waved him silent and motioned to the sign in sheet on top of the desk.::
Receptionist: “Dr. Montoya wanted to see you before you are allowed to see Dean.”
Samuel: “Why? I thought he was cleared to have visitors.”
Receptionist: “He can explain it.”
::Once Samuel was signed in a buzzer to the left brought Samuel's attention around and a older man of latin descent walked through the door with his hand extended.::
Samuel: “Dr. Montoya I presume?”
Dr. Montoya: “Quite. Please come with me.”
::Mr. Montoya held the door open for Samuel who followed behind without question. As the two men walked down the corridor Dr. Montoya turned his head to regard the portly man.::
Mr. Montoya: “Can I be frank Mr. Johnson?”
Samuel: “Please do. I have nothing to hide.”
Mr. Montoya: “Why the interest in Dean Hemlen?”
Samuel: “We didn't originally Doctor. We, that is to say my employer and I were contacted by one Miss Veronica Bellamy and then later by a Mr. Eric Donovan.”
Dr. Montoya: “Ah. Miss Bellamy. She has become a most persistent pain around here the last handful of weeks.”
Samuel: “Yes. She seemed like quite the spirited woman.”
Dr. Montoya: “And a skilled attorney. She was the one who was able to get a portion of his conviction overturned.”
::Samuel stopped dead in his tracks and stared at the man of the still walking Doctor's head.::
Samuel: “Conviction? We were not told of any kind of Conviction.”
::Dr. Montoya turned slowly. Amusement seemed to dance across the older man's face.::
Dr. Montoya: “How much were you told?”
Samuel: “That he had some kind of mental breakdown, and that he is here.”
Dr. Montoya: “You were not told how he came to be here in the first place?”
::Samuel softly shook his head and the doctor motioned them forward. Once they began to walk again the doctor continued.::
Dr. Montoya: “He was sixteen and drove home from a social function intoxicated. He got into an accident and a young woman was killed. He was charged as a minor and sentences to five years at a mental health facility instead of Juvenal Detention.”
Samuel: “Your kidding me? He killed a girl?”
Dr. Montoya: “A fact he greatly regrets, I assure you. It's what led to his mental breakdown actually. While Miss Bellamy was doing her work eight months ago or so she ran across a couple of facts we didn't know about. When he was presented with these facts, he withdrew into himself.”
Samuel: “And what facts are these exactly?”
Dr. Montoya: “Take a look.”
::The doctor pulled a file from the nurses station tray and held it out for Samuel. The smaller man took the file and began to read.::
Dr. Montoya: “Normally I wouldn't be showing you this, doctor patient confidentiality but both Mr. Hemlen and his mother have signed off on you and your employer knowing.”
::Samuel read and flipped page by page until he came to the midway point and his face turned ash white and his head shot up to look at the doctor.::
Samuel: “Jasm.....”
Dr. Montoya: “Yes. When he was told he lost control. Whether he remembers being told depends on the day.”
Samuel: “The day?”
Dr. Montoya: “ Any mention of her name or who she was, and he seems confused. As if he's never heard the name before or he breaks into a blind rage screaming and throwing things. He usually has to be retrained when that happens.”
Samuel: “And are you treating this condition?”
Dr. Montoya: “You have to understand Mr. Johnson that mental psychosis is a very difficult thing to treat. We can give him medication to calm him down, but as far as the schizophrenia, without being one hundred percent sure that is what this is, we cannot treat it.”
Samuel: “I can still see him?”
Dr. Montoya: “Of course. He's his normal charming self today. Happy and talkative. He's ecstatic to have a visitor from U.W.A.”
::Samuel nodded and the two continued on until they rounded the final corner and Dr. Montoya held out his hand to a room with plexiglass windows and a young man was seated at the only table in the room.::
Dr. Montoya: “Do you mind if I obverse? Just to be safe?”
Samuel: “No problem at all.”
::Samuel and the doctor shook hands and then Samuel turned and walked into the room. The kid was eighteen, close to nineteen but he was a monster. Even sitting he was almost taller then Samuel. When Samuel walked into the room Dean stood and extended his hand. Samuel immediately noticed both his arms were cover in Tattoo's. Years worth.
He had long black hair that waved in semi curls like his father. He knew that Dean's father was a natural blond who dyed his hair black for his character and knew that Dean's mother must have black hair. Fitting somehow.
Samuel shook the boy's hand and motioned for him to sit before sitting himself.::
Samuel: “Hello Dean. I am.....”
Dean: “Samuel Johnson. Vice President of U.W.A.”
::Dean nodded softly and Samuel noticed immediately his voice. Deep and rugged, almost giving him this aura of darkness and violence.::
Dean: “I am a fan of your show.”
Samuel: “You watch us?”
Dean: “When time allows, yes.”
Samuel: “And do you know why I am here?”
Dean: “Miss Bellamy said that my dad was some kind of big shot and that his brother wanted to try to train me to follow the family business.”
Samuel: “And is that something that interests you?”
Dean: “If it gets me out of this place, sure.”
Samuel: “No family loyalty? To David or anyone else?”
::At the mention of Family a dark shadow seemed to pass across his face but there was no blind rage now. He just shook his head ever so softly.::
Dean: “I would like to learn more about the man and this other family, but I never even knew about him. Mom wouldn’t talk about my dad. Would just say it's old spilled milk, far to late to cry about it now, all you can do is clean up the mess.”
Samuel: “Well, Oliver Georgio worked out an arrangement. It looks like you can get out of here but it must be into a work release program so you would have to train with Eric Donovan to learn the sport and work U.W.A. Shows. Interested?”
::A huge smile spread across the face of the large man sitting across from Samuel. Samuel nodded happily and rose from the table exiting the room where Dr. Montoya was waiting.::
Dr Montoya: “There is one more issue that must be addressed. The work release is part of this agreement but another is access to a mental health professional who can continue the therapy.”
Samuel: “So you will be coming with him then?”
Dr. Montoya: “My responsibilities here forbid that, however there is a young woman who interned with me before I came to California. She worked with Dean when he was first brought here three years ago.”
Samuel: “Where can we find her?”
Dr. Montoya: “It is my understanding she is already employed by your company. A Miss Danielle Bay?”
::Samuel just stood slack jawed at that name.::
~[imagery assistant]~
Samuel
Dean
Part 2: pawa.proboards.com/thread/1359/irish-dragon
~[~Part 3~]~
::The Atascadero State Hospital stood tall as the Vice President of U.W.A. Walked up the stairs toward the lobby. The man was a portly man of five foot eight and weighing in at Three hundred pounds with long wavy brown hair and a sweet smile. He wasn't a wrestler, or even a fighter but he was universally loved by the U.W.A. Roster. He looked out for each of them and they in turn looked out for him.
The lobby of the facility was barren of anything but a row of comfortable looking benches, plexiglass on all sides leading to two doors which auto locked with a desk sitting in front of the plexiglass. Behind the desk sat a middle aged man who watched the large man watching toward him.
When Samuel reached the desk the man behind the counter looked up without a smile and nodded.::
Receptionist: “Good afternoon. How can we help you?”
Samuel: “My name is Samuel Johnson. I made an appointment to see Dean....”
Receptionist: “Yes.”
::The middle aged receptionist didn't even allow Samuel to finish speaking before he waved him silent and motioned to the sign in sheet on top of the desk.::
Receptionist: “Dr. Montoya wanted to see you before you are allowed to see Dean.”
Samuel: “Why? I thought he was cleared to have visitors.”
Receptionist: “He can explain it.”
::Once Samuel was signed in a buzzer to the left brought Samuel's attention around and a older man of latin descent walked through the door with his hand extended.::
Samuel: “Dr. Montoya I presume?”
Dr. Montoya: “Quite. Please come with me.”
::Mr. Montoya held the door open for Samuel who followed behind without question. As the two men walked down the corridor Dr. Montoya turned his head to regard the portly man.::
Mr. Montoya: “Can I be frank Mr. Johnson?”
Samuel: “Please do. I have nothing to hide.”
Mr. Montoya: “Why the interest in Dean Hemlen?”
Samuel: “We didn't originally Doctor. We, that is to say my employer and I were contacted by one Miss Veronica Bellamy and then later by a Mr. Eric Donovan.”
Dr. Montoya: “Ah. Miss Bellamy. She has become a most persistent pain around here the last handful of weeks.”
Samuel: “Yes. She seemed like quite the spirited woman.”
Dr. Montoya: “And a skilled attorney. She was the one who was able to get a portion of his conviction overturned.”
::Samuel stopped dead in his tracks and stared at the man of the still walking Doctor's head.::
Samuel: “Conviction? We were not told of any kind of Conviction.”
::Dr. Montoya turned slowly. Amusement seemed to dance across the older man's face.::
Dr. Montoya: “How much were you told?”
Samuel: “That he had some kind of mental breakdown, and that he is here.”
Dr. Montoya: “You were not told how he came to be here in the first place?”
::Samuel softly shook his head and the doctor motioned them forward. Once they began to walk again the doctor continued.::
Dr. Montoya: “He was sixteen and drove home from a social function intoxicated. He got into an accident and a young woman was killed. He was charged as a minor and sentences to five years at a mental health facility instead of Juvenal Detention.”
Samuel: “Your kidding me? He killed a girl?”
Dr. Montoya: “A fact he greatly regrets, I assure you. It's what led to his mental breakdown actually. While Miss Bellamy was doing her work eight months ago or so she ran across a couple of facts we didn't know about. When he was presented with these facts, he withdrew into himself.”
Samuel: “And what facts are these exactly?”
Dr. Montoya: “Take a look.”
::The doctor pulled a file from the nurses station tray and held it out for Samuel. The smaller man took the file and began to read.::
Dr. Montoya: “Normally I wouldn't be showing you this, doctor patient confidentiality but both Mr. Hemlen and his mother have signed off on you and your employer knowing.”
::Samuel read and flipped page by page until he came to the midway point and his face turned ash white and his head shot up to look at the doctor.::
Samuel: “Jasm.....”
Dr. Montoya: “Yes. When he was told he lost control. Whether he remembers being told depends on the day.”
Samuel: “The day?”
Dr. Montoya: “ Any mention of her name or who she was, and he seems confused. As if he's never heard the name before or he breaks into a blind rage screaming and throwing things. He usually has to be retrained when that happens.”
Samuel: “And are you treating this condition?”
Dr. Montoya: “You have to understand Mr. Johnson that mental psychosis is a very difficult thing to treat. We can give him medication to calm him down, but as far as the schizophrenia, without being one hundred percent sure that is what this is, we cannot treat it.”
Samuel: “I can still see him?”
Dr. Montoya: “Of course. He's his normal charming self today. Happy and talkative. He's ecstatic to have a visitor from U.W.A.”
::Samuel nodded and the two continued on until they rounded the final corner and Dr. Montoya held out his hand to a room with plexiglass windows and a young man was seated at the only table in the room.::
Dr. Montoya: “Do you mind if I obverse? Just to be safe?”
Samuel: “No problem at all.”
::Samuel and the doctor shook hands and then Samuel turned and walked into the room. The kid was eighteen, close to nineteen but he was a monster. Even sitting he was almost taller then Samuel. When Samuel walked into the room Dean stood and extended his hand. Samuel immediately noticed both his arms were cover in Tattoo's. Years worth.
He had long black hair that waved in semi curls like his father. He knew that Dean's father was a natural blond who dyed his hair black for his character and knew that Dean's mother must have black hair. Fitting somehow.
Samuel shook the boy's hand and motioned for him to sit before sitting himself.::
Samuel: “Hello Dean. I am.....”
Dean: “Samuel Johnson. Vice President of U.W.A.”
::Dean nodded softly and Samuel noticed immediately his voice. Deep and rugged, almost giving him this aura of darkness and violence.::
Dean: “I am a fan of your show.”
Samuel: “You watch us?”
Dean: “When time allows, yes.”
Samuel: “And do you know why I am here?”
Dean: “Miss Bellamy said that my dad was some kind of big shot and that his brother wanted to try to train me to follow the family business.”
Samuel: “And is that something that interests you?”
Dean: “If it gets me out of this place, sure.”
Samuel: “No family loyalty? To David or anyone else?”
::At the mention of Family a dark shadow seemed to pass across his face but there was no blind rage now. He just shook his head ever so softly.::
Dean: “I would like to learn more about the man and this other family, but I never even knew about him. Mom wouldn’t talk about my dad. Would just say it's old spilled milk, far to late to cry about it now, all you can do is clean up the mess.”
Samuel: “Well, Oliver Georgio worked out an arrangement. It looks like you can get out of here but it must be into a work release program so you would have to train with Eric Donovan to learn the sport and work U.W.A. Shows. Interested?”
::A huge smile spread across the face of the large man sitting across from Samuel. Samuel nodded happily and rose from the table exiting the room where Dr. Montoya was waiting.::
Dr Montoya: “There is one more issue that must be addressed. The work release is part of this agreement but another is access to a mental health professional who can continue the therapy.”
Samuel: “So you will be coming with him then?”
Dr. Montoya: “My responsibilities here forbid that, however there is a young woman who interned with me before I came to California. She worked with Dean when he was first brought here three years ago.”
Samuel: “Where can we find her?”
Dr. Montoya: “It is my understanding she is already employed by your company. A Miss Danielle Bay?”
::Samuel just stood slack jawed at that name.::
~[imagery assistant]~
Samuel
Dean