James tucked his shirt into his trousers and popped a box of chewing gum into the top pocket, picking up his pen and notepad he opened his door, walked out, and locked it behind him with a very subtle click. Waling past Jefferson as he made his way to the elavator, he offered him a stick of gum, and as usually Jefferson politely declined saying - in his canadian accent "Too much sugar, you should quit." and they both laughed as they did every morning.

Pressing his indew finger then thumb onto the scanner, the steel elavator doors open with a loud scratching noise. Stepping quickly inside he pressed the button for sector 1 and the doors snapped shut.

Pushing his fingers into his top pocket he prized a stick out of the box and stuck it in his mouth, chewing softly he hummed along to 'Toccata And Fugue In D Minor'. Arriving at the bottom the elavator issued its usual warning in the bland female voice it had " Doors Opening ". Stepping out and turning left James pulled out his notepad and scribbled down a reminder to get some books in the back. Reaching security room 2 he knocked on the door.

"Yes?" came a muffled russian accent from within.

"It's James." he replied, leaning against the wall.

A slit in the door opened and a pair of bright blue eyes peered through, the slit disappeared again and the hiss of the doors locks recalling prompted James to push at the door.

"Wait! Wait! You have to give it a moment to fully retract the locks!" Russians sounded so much better angry.

Holding on a few moments for the hissing to stop, James pushed on the door and is swung open.

Two men sat at two seperate desks looking at multiple images on the large screen infront of them - the security cameras around the floor. Searching through the images James' eyes passed over many sleeping patients and some that were already awake, searching for the bright red hair that stood out from all the other patients. Evie...Evie...Ev.. There! Right. They'd moved her into the larger cell in B block.

"How's she been?" he asked, pointing at her image on the right hand side of the screen.

"Not too bad, left one of the guards a nasty bite mark though!"

Evangaline had been asleep for the vast majority of the night, but as usual she would wake up around 3 o'clock in the morning, either to cold or to hot. Today it had been to hot. It seemed as if during the fall months in this place that Mother Nature couldn't make up her mind, the temperature going up and down. With nothing to do, she had ran her fingers through her brightly colored hair in attempt to make it look half decent, though even when she was done with such a task it still had a few stray strands here and there. After finished with this, she would get off of her bed excitedly and prepare herself for the day as she began to hum as she played with her necklace -swinging it from side to side- and pacing the floor.

A security guard warned her several times to be quiet before she woke the other patients and she just nodded with no response except for her quite humming of a rock song that she had heard many years ago. Something by Daughtry she though it was. She smiled once more as the guard came to get her and move her to cellblock B as they called it. She honestly didn't see the point her her moving, but the doctors had recommended it and it wasn't like she really had a choice, right?

Two guards were needed for the early moving of the girl due to her history of violence, though she really didn't pay any attention to either of them; That was until the large man to her left tried to grab her by the arm when she got just a few paces further ahead of him than he liked. She shook out of his grip, however, as he did not apply any force. Turning back to look at him as she did so, her usual angelic voice cold as ice, she would say: "Touch me one more time and I will bite your dumb-ass."

The man let out a gruff laugh. "Oh sweetheart, don't be like that?"

Evie stopped right in her tracks. No one -no one- called her sweetheart. Not now not ever. Refusing to move, the guard would try and place his hand on her once more, but instead of causing her to move, she freaked out, being brought out of her intense train of thought. Feeling his hands on her shoulders she twisted her neck to the right, bringing her mount down upon his wrist and not letting go until the other guard came and interfered, picking her up and pulling her off of the first man. "Come on Evangaline, no time for that," the second man whispered in her ear.

"What was that for!" the other shouted at her.

"I told you I'd do it, but you just didn't believe me," she said with a maniac laugh as she was dragged into cell block B.

Being put into her new room at roughly 7 am, Evangaline flopped down onto her bed, just laying there, her mind blank.

Zuzu sat happily on her bed, humming to her self. Her hair was in its usual twin tails. Her doll was on her lap, and Zuzu was happy. She fiddled with the edge of her cardigan, playing with the soft white material. It was nice, soft, warm, even if it was hot in the room the cardigan still made Zuzu more comfortable.

Slightly bored, Zuzu began to hum 'I'm a little Teacup' as she played with her doll's hair. She was bored. There wasn't much to do here. There never was she could attack a guard, that would entertain her. But that was really the only option. She could throw out break her fool but she didn't want to lose her one companion. If only something entertaining would show up. Or candy. Spmething. She wanted sometHing to take away the boredom.

"Is Patrick in today?" James asked Murkov.

"No, still ill." He replied.

"Whose he meant to have?" James said, taking the dull gum from his mouth and dropping it into the pin by the door.

" The 'Doll Girl' I think. I forget her name, pretty eyes...for a crazy."

" You mean Zuzu? Red hair, toy doll?"

"Thats the one!"

Right. Tapping his co-worker on the back in thanks, James turned and walked out the room, closing the door behind him and waiting for the hissing to commence as the locks pushed back into place. Strolling down the corridor and past that one Asian guard he always forgot the name of, he walked up to the security door for block A and looked up into the camera over the door.

With a low pitched buzz like a giant bee, the door sunk back into the wall, giving only a few seconds until it shot back out and locked once more. With a few quick steps James was through and made his way over to Zuzu's cell to check on her for Patrick, its the least he could do for the poor guy.

Suddenly remembering, James walked back over to the monitor by the door and tapped in his code.

" Yeah, Hi. Could you let Hannah that Evie is free if she wants to talk to her, I'm covering for Patrick."
" Okay then boss, right on it" David replied, he was young lad from London himself - cocky little shit.

With that thought on his mind, he headed back the direction he was intending, to Zuzu's cell once more.

Angelo Soon woke up from his bed and he started to growl to himself as he slowly got up from his bed not hearing the music he couldn't see her playing. "where are you" he growled to himself as he got up and moved into the middle of the room sitting down cross legged and waiting simply waiting not bothering to bang on his cell doors like a caged animal but if he didn't hear the music soon he would snap and try to get out again. He needed to hear the music he needed to see her again to see that gorgeous woman playing her instrument to relax him. He felt like he was in a fox hole just waiting for the first shot to be fired so he could let loose again must protect the country must kill the enemies, everyone is the enemy must find her and save her...

Evangaline "Evie" Clark

With a sigh, Evangaline would wake from a small nap, her eyes wide and bright with once again nothing else to do. Tilting her head to the side as she bit her bottom lip in deep concentration, the girl would think to herself: "Where in the world is James...? Then she would let out a small maniac laugh as she threw her head against the wall. "Allow me to correct myself," she would mumble. "Doctor Mchattie." For some weird reason, patients were not allowed to call the doctors by their first names. Who knew why, who cared why. The only thing that Evie could think about was how for the first time of being assigned to James, he was not on time.

Zuzu was waiting for Patrick. He was sick yesterday, maybe he wouldn't be today. Zuzu played with her doll, making her dance on the floor. She spun and slid, gracefully, across the floor, led by Zuzu's pale hand as she waited for something fun. Zuzu began to pretend to doodle on the floor, tracing lines and patterns on the black floor with her slender fingers, imagining the nails left thin and thick lines of different colors on the floor. In her mind, Zuzu filled her floor with color and patterns, smiling all the while.

When she heard footsteps Zuzu looked up, into the hallway. There was a doctor walking down the hall. Zuzu looked closer. He wasn't her doctor It was another doctor, Doctor... something or other. Whatever. But, he looked like he was walking towards Zuzu's room. Zuzu began to giggle, so Patrick was sick today, that kind of sucked. But as long as this other doctor wasn't totally mean, Zuzu would be fine.
"Are you here instead of Patrick?" Zuzu asked James as he neared closer to her room.

Mr.Kazlov

The room was dark that morning, the window on the wall closed off by a metal plate as it always was, locked with a key to cover the thin flimsy pale glass behind it. It had been that way since the man in this particular room had arrived, it had to be this way because the man was far from the average mental patient this place was used to. In fact it would be fair to say that even the guards avoided this room, if not for their lives but so they could get through their day without broken limbs. The room was medium to small size, a four walled room that was reinforced in between the weak dry wall, a room that was a plain mix between a tan and a white coloring, the floor was nothing more then concrete and cold tile. This particular room was completely empty unlike most other rooms, it was just a hollowed out room, you would almost think no one was assigned to it, except for a flimsy thin cot that lay in the corner of the room against the wall, signifying in fact that someone did reside in this room. If you looked now you would see nothing or no one in the room because of the darkness, the lights had not been activated just yet that morning, but any guard knew it was occupied.

In the corner of the room, Kazlov remained silently, his body was upside down, his head was pointed directly at the ground as his feet were pointed towards the ceiling. Kazlov balanced on one hand as he supported his body, in front of himself he held his free hand with two fingers up in a rather recognizable martial arts meditative stance. Sweat slowly dripped down his upper body, his shirt lay beside him neatly folded on the tiles floor. His eye's were closed as he concentrated, ever so slowly he moved the arm he balanced on, his elbow bent as he went down, his head touched the floor ever so gently as he lifted himself back up. He repeated this process at least ten more times, even time he took a breath in as he went down, and released it on his way back up. After his tenth rep he slowly lowered his other arm, and balanced on it placing his other arm in front of him as he repeated the process ten times with his other arm. Kazlov then silently placed his other arm on the ground next to the other, keeping his feet together and his legs straight he slowly took in a breath as he moved his waist and legs down towards the ground, and then released his breath as he put them back up.

Kazlov continued to exercise with his eye's closed even with when the lights hummed with their fluorescent resonance, the lights cloaked the empty white walled room from corner to corner. For the first time that morning Kazlov as illuminated in the corner of the room, slowly he opened his eye's as the room came into view, his face showed no visible sign of any kind of emotion as he lowered himself one more time from the waste up and let his feet hit the cold floor, with his body perpendicular to the ground he held a push up position for approximately a minute before he breathed in and went down and then breathed out pushing himself back up. He did ten reps before he switched to just one arm and continued the process, before switching to the other arm and repeating. Then switching positions he went to his back as he started to do crunches as he quicken pace, his breathing still in and out. To most people this would be and insane workout, but for those who watched him, knew that this was a normal morning for him, he was up at the crack of dawn everyday. No one could tell how he was able to tell what time it was seeming he was allowed a clock, but none the less he was up same time everyday, and he worked out for hours without stop.

When Kazlov heard the rapping on his door did he stop exercising as he leaned up and looked, they did not bother him this early in the day which meant he knew who it was.

"Hey you crazy bastard, hope that up in there, we wouldn't want you to get too comfortable."

Kazlov showed no physical sign of emotion as he began doing sit ups again, the man outside the door was a newly hired guard for his block, and he found it funny to make snide remarks to the patients. In fact he had made it a point to do so, particularly to Kazlov, however the man just ignored the guard as he continued his exercise regime. The guard from the outside started dragging a night stick across the door making noise.

"Come on little Kazlov don't ignore me now."

As Kazlov came up with his sit up he saw the guard poking his night stick through the slot in the door that was meant to be used for cuffing his hands after he was tranquilized. The guard started to bring the club back and forth as Kazlov slowly got to his feet and silently made his way to the door barefoot, with one grab he caught half of the night stick and with a great force he pulled it as the guard behind it was yank by complete surprise slamming into the metal door from the outside with a resounding thud. Kazlov heard the guard fall to the ground with a thud as the club fell at his feet, he cocked his head slightly as he heard the guard curse under his breath, then too great surprise Kazlov heard the key being inserted in the lock as the guard was cursing on the other side. Kazlov listened silently as if time had slowed down, he listened to the tumblers in the lock slowly releasing, bending down he slowly picked up the club on the ground and wrapped his large fist around it. As the last tumbler released, Kazlov lifted his leg and with great force he slammed it into the door, it was instantly jammed open, the guard behind it was knocked back hard as he hit the opposite wall and crumbled to the ground in a heap.

As Kazlov stepped out of his room, the alarm almost instantly sounded alerting every guard within distance to quickly come to the ward, stopping in front of the guard Kazlov looked at him as the man seemed to have a look of terror on his face. Kazlov slowly raised the night club in front of him as he took his other hand and placed it on the other end, in one fluid movement he cracked it in half with ease and then flung the pieces down the hallways with a wooden clank. Then in one quick motion he bent down and grabbed the guard and picked him up from the ground, slamming him into the wall he came eye to eye with the guard as he put his opposite hand on the mans neck and squeezed. The mans eye's nearly popped out of his head as his legs kicked out weakly his arms flailing about wildly. Kazlov leaned in as he whispered to the man in a deep heavily accented Russian voice.

"I could kill you, but there is no fun in that, I would rather see the fear in your eye's. See your panic, the breath leaving your lungs as you slowly suffocate to death. You stupid pathetic man..."

Making it to the door James rapped upon the glass with his knuckles, peering in at the young girl sat on the floor with her doll.

"Zuzu. I got that thing you said you wanted in exchange for a little chat."

Leverage was necessary, this one wasn't an easy break.

@Neo Anderson

Running and turning around the corner sharply, his shoulder scraping against the concrete, Anderson slammed into the door and quickly shot a glance up at the camera.

"Open the fucking door!" he yelled desperately.

As the door moved into the wall, he ran through unholstering his trusty taser and taking out his walking talkie from its socket. Tuning it up as he ran, he mashed the on button until the green light appeared on the side.

"I think the big guys out! Someone get Robert, he'll still be in the rest room."

Turning around the corner that led up to Kazlov's cell, he saw a guard on the ground unconscious, two parts of his stick jammed into his legs. Kazlov was slapping the guy in the face, telling him to wake up before he killed him.

"Hey dickhead..."

As the patient turned and stood in one fluid motion, already taking a stride before Andersons sentence had finished, he shot the taser from his hip. Striking Kazlov in the chest he stopped in his tracks, his body shook and his face grew red and pinkish. Anderson was about to stop the current when his arm began to move from beside him up to the taser wires, shaking as it went.

Just as his twitching fingers reached the electrified wires, Anderson switched the current higher and watched as Kazlov flopped down to the floor.

"Candy, music, or markers?" Zuzu asked James. Those three were her top priorities. Candy was the most fun food ever, you could build with it, break it, throw it or eat it. And it tasted amazing. It was sweet and there were different textures for different ones. And music was fun to listen to. It was really nice. It could be loud or soft, slow or fast. And with markers Zuzu could draw actual patterns on the floor. But she didn't know which one James had.
Zuzu sat cross-legged in front of the glass, her doll sitting in her lap. She was paying attention. Whichever thing James had, it would be worth a chat. She didn't care which one of the three she was given, that didn't really matter. But, she also couldn't remember what she had asked for. Though she knew it had to be one of the three.

@BlackCat
"Candy, music, or markers?"

Picking it out of his pocket, being careful not to lift his pass card or wallet out with it, James held the stick of candy between his thumb and finger. Unwrapping it carefully and making sure Zuzu keep see him do so, he put it gently up against the window.

"Just what you asked for. Strawberry right?"

As he spoke to Zuzu James heard the alarms sound with a small high pitched whizz, someone downstairs was in trouble. Remaining calm, James turned away from Zuzu for a moment putting an index finger up to the window to say 'One second'. Pulling his walkie talkie from its socket, he tuned it onto guard frequencies.

"What's going on?" he asked quickly.

"It's the big guy_t of his cell and_think the new guys_oing down there now."

Switching the walkie talkie off, James turned back to Zuzu. They could deal with it, it wasn't the first time the alarms had rang and it wouldn't be the last. With the candy still in his other hand, James held it back up to the glass again.

"Now, where were we?"

"What do you want yo talk about?" Zuzu asked excitedly, taking the candy. It was strawberry flavored, one of Zuzu's favorites favors. The alarm bothered Zuzu slightly, but she would have to dismiss the idea that someone was escaping. It wasn't too bad in here. Plus there was nothing outside of the institute. And the doctors weren't that bad.
But conversations were fun, entertaining. They let Zuzu pass time with another person, something she normally didn't do. And some doctors gave her things like candy, a very nice trade for a conversation. Now, most people would say that bribery was 'wrong' but Zuzu didn't get that concept. To her it was just trade. And candy was delicious, so Zuzu was happy.

Angelo looked up to see a guard walking by and he noticed he stopped and apparently he felt cocky and decided to poke the bear a little wow, such a proud man once part of army now reduced to squatting in a cell for crazies, I wonder if you still see that girl whenever you close your eyes or hear your music. have you thought that she might be I don't know. DEAD?! Angelo looked up at him with evil eyes he stood up and walked over to the door. He punch it hard enough to cause his fist to be imprinted into the hard metal but it made Angelo's fist bleed with his blood dripping onto the floor shes not dead! now walk away before I get out and rip your head out like a chicken before watching the blood fountain! Angelo growled making the man jump and run like his life depended on it which if Angelo could get out would be forfeit, Angelo knows she isn't dead. She cant be dead...

@BlackCat

"Well maybe we can start by telling a little about eachother. I'm filling in for Doctor Patrick of course, so I cant say I know you very well. Whats your favourite colour?" James always started slow.

These people werent here for counciling, they are insane and that isnt going to change any time soon. The best he could do is let them know he is there for them, not a threat. While he was used to Evie remarks and quick thinking jabs, it was refreshing to be addressing a slightly calmer individual.

Maybe Zuzu could be a break from Evie, although they were strangely similair in appearance, perhaps apart from Evies slightly more pinkish hair colour and punk look. No matter, the alarms had stopped so all was well. He'd get round to Evie in an hour or so, she would be having fun with Hannah anyway.

@HaleyTheRandom

"My favorite color is orange. But not a super bright orange. I also like other pastel colors. What about you?" Zuzu asked. So, he was Patrick's replacement.
"Oh, I almost forgot. What's your name? I forgot," Zuzu asked. She had almost forgotten. Names were hard to remember. Faces, not so much, but names were hard. It was like trying to remember what you ordered last time at a restaurant. Until it became a pattern you weren't likely to remember it.
Zuzu absentmindedly played with her doll, making her dance in odd patterns and ways. Making her body twist in ways that people didn't. Dolls were entertaining, fun, they distracted Zuzu from everything around her. So if she was just hanging around or talking to doctors, she was most likely playing with it, not really paying the doll much attention, but moving it around.

@BlackCat

"Me? I like white. You wanna know why? Because white can be mixed with any colour and only makes it brighter, white can have colour added to it without making a mess. White is good." James replied, watching as she played with her doll. White was like him, clean and effective, he can work with most 'colours' - except black.

"So what’s your doll called?" he asked passively, as if to a child. He pulled over the stool from beside the door and sat, looking through the clear plastic frame by the door, he would offer to get her a seat but she seemed comfortable where she was right now. The doll was probably her safety net, something she turned to when she felt vulnerable.

Sitting there, Evangaline would run her fingers through her hair once more before a woman with light brown hair would step through the entrance door as it opened with a woosh. Evie made a face of disgust as she turned on her bed to face the woman. "You're not Doctor Mchattie," she would say, a icy tone in her voice.
The woman would pull up a wooden chair from the corner of the room, notebook and pencil in hand as she responded with a laugh. "Why of course I'm not darling. He asked me to fill in for him momentarily."
Evangaline smiled cockily."Well I'm sure as hell not talking to you, so you're waisting your time.
"Oh come on darling, don't be like that. James has told me a awfully lot about you. Your extrovert personallity, your bipolar tendencies, etcetera."
"Apparently one thing that he didn't tell you is I have a thing for bitining people. Go ahead and keep calling me darling and I will most likely attack you. Well for that and the other fact you aren't James and I refuse to talk with you.
The woman huffed. "Fine, be that way. But if you need anything, or just simply wish to talk, the names Hannah."The two women sat in silence -Hannah in her chair, Evie in her white sheet covered bed- staring at each other with no words being said.


A morning full of alarms, coffee and notes to continue studying was no way to wake up, but it was indeed how Doctor Zolkin started her morning just about each and everyday. As usual, not paying attention to her appearance, the woman would be dressed in a white tank-top and khaki pants, her brown hair just flowing which ever way it pleased. She had felt like having a lazy day, though it was apparent that was not going to happen. Hearing the name "Kazlov" over the speakers and such, she figured that the guards would figure out how to subdue him. It was time for them to do their job, not continuing with her having to subdue him for the millionth time. The alarms going off, she would realize that her suspicions of Kazlovs subduing had been completed.
Shoving her notebook and all of her other belongings into her bag, Alva would get up from her chair, walk out the door and lock her office. Walking to Kazlovs current cell block with the occasional sliding of security cards, whooshing of doors and automated voices, the woman would be there in about 5 minutes. Coming upon the white metal door, she would peer through the small window to see the figure of a insane criminal that she had been working with for the past eight months. Lightly knocking to get his attention as the guards walked up and down the halls, she would raise her voice to be heard. "Mr. Kazlov, may I come in?"

@Pripovednik@Neo Anderson