Private roleplay for Winterwings and WishfulNemo. *** Laura was sitting at her desk in the room. Her office, her working place. She liked it there. Even though the walls were white, reminding her of the fact that it was a ward in the hospital, she had decorated the room a bit. There were two dark red armchairs in the room, with a little table between them, in the middle of the room. In one of the corners, there was a desk with a computer, a chair, papers and pens. She was writing some papers, preparing for the meeting with Alwin. Outside the window, birds were singing. The sun was shining, but it was a bit windy and cold. Laura closed the window, shutting out the sound of bird song. She needed to concentrate. Walking over to the red armchair, she wondered what it'd be like meeting Alwin. Would he be nervous? Calm? Drugged? Laura didn't like it when the staff drugged the patients so that they had a hard time even thinking, but she knew that it was sometimes necessary. She didn't think that Alwin was on much, if any, medication, as he hadn't been in the ward for more than a few days. "I can't believe I didn't ask for those papers", she murmured, thinking about whether he was on meds or not. She knew she had to meet him to get to know him, though - she couldn't learn everything by reading papers. Adjusting the beige and white striped sweater she was wearing, she glanced at the little clock at the table. Soon he'd be here. She played with her tangled hair, knowing that she had forgotten to comb it (but she didn't think she looked too weird because of it), waiting for Alwin to arrive.