[IC] Thornwood Institute for the Mentally Insane.

[BlackCat]

"Her name is Mira. She's homemade and keeps me from getting too bored," Zuzu told James. White was a nice color. But Zuzu liked white better when it ed surrounded by other colors and patterns. It made the entire thing more fun and exciting. But white was a cool favorite color.
Zuzu pulled her knees closer to her chest, rocking back and forth slightly. She resumed her quiet humming, waiting for James to keep the conversation lovely. Zuzu wasn't very good wIth conversation. In fact to many people made Zuzu stressed and uncomfortable. So conversations were hard.

[Pripovednik]

@BlackCat

“Is Zuzu short for anything?" James asked as he leaned onto his arms, holding his left hand in his right and putting a stick of chewing gum he'd been saving from his pocket into his mouth. Chewing slowly he noticed her rocking back and forth on the floor, typical signs that she felt alone, well, typical wasn't exactly what these people were.

"Sorry, would you like any?" He said, waving the packet at the window. "Not now, I mean, you can have your candy if you want it."

Perhaps he would head over to Evie once he found out a little about Zuzu, he had heard she left a nasty bite mark on a guard and they had been talking about her violent outbreaks, it wasn’t like he thought maybe she would have changed with just one chat, but he couldn’t deny he felt disappointed.

[BlackCat]

"Zuzu isn't short for anything. It's just my name," Zuzu said, eating her candy before looking at the gum.
"I would like some gum," Zuzu told James, wondering what flavor the gum was. James was a nice guy. Not too mean. He did offer Zuzu gum. Which was slightly more fun than normal candy. You could chew it longer, and blow bubbles with it. Gum was fun. But it could lose it's flavor, and Zuzu didn't like that. Candy that didn't lose flavor was the best.

Zuzu laid down and stretched out, resembling a cat. She rolled around a bit, chewing her candy and finishing it. She rolled a bit more and stretched out. She was relaxed, somewhat bored, but relaxed. Floors were nice. And sometimes they were comfy. It would only be better if there was a cat. Or two. Man, Zuzu wished she had a cat. Cats were nice. And fluffy. And warm. She liked them. Cats. Zuzu sighed in content thinking about cats.

[Neo Anderson]

Mr.Kazlov

Kazlov stood silently in the sanctity of his prison cell, at least that's what he called it, given the things he wasn't allowed to have a prison cell was probably better. Kazlov's finger tips were slightly numbed along with parts of his body still from the tasing, he truly did despise those tase guns, the tranquilizer he could deal with in fact he would rather be shot up then stunned, mostly because none of them had noticed just yet that the dosage they shot him with was no enough to knock him out completely. Truth be told he could take up to four darts before his eye's would go hazy and five to knock him out, something he had found out in a little experiment when he first came here. He had initiated and attack on the guards and they had pumped him full of darts, the first one just a pinch, the second his muscles relaxed just slightly, the third he loses some of his ability to use his muscle function, the fourth making him hazy and the fifth bringing him down completely. However he fake feinted after three so they would know no better, the extra two were just precautions to make sure he was out.

This place wasn't the first place he was hit with drugs or electricity, so he did have a small bit of immunity to the procedures they used to subdue him, not as much as he would have liked though. He only wondered how much longer he would have to remain in this loony bin, how long he would have to play this crazy criminal, he hated being treated like he was insane, but he had to accomplish what he had set out to do. Otherwise his tenure in this place would be even longer, and if he had to suffer another year of how do you feel today, and how does that make you feel, he was going to kill somebody for real and not just make it look that way. When Kazlov heard the knock on the door, he did not turn to face it, that would no doubt be his so called Doctor, even with him escaping for a minute she was always on time, an annoying habit she had.

"Mr. Kazlov, may I come in?"

Kazlov smirked a bit but he kept it from being seen by his Doctor, he always had to maintain his uncaring attitude, any change would make them suspicious at best which could be a good thing or bad thing, but he wasn't going to find out.

"If I say yes your gonna have me chained, if I say no your still going to have me chained and do it anyways. So I truly do not see why you bother to ask me the same ignorant question everyday. Do what you gotta do Doctor."

Kazlov was cold but short in his response as he neither turned or looked back towards the Doctor who was no doubt peeking at him through the slot.

[Sugar and Spite]

Evangaline "Evie" Clark

Sitting there, Evie would continue to stare at Hannah while she wrote random things in her notebook. "What are you writing in there," she asked.
"Oh nothing. Just some notes about you for James to review."
Evangaline let out a cold hard laugh."There's nothing to write. I haven't spoke."
"And that... is exactly what I am writing."
"What's the point. Look lady, you're wasting your time here. I'm not not going to talk to you no matter how much you try to get me to, so just go ahead and get your little happy ass out of my room.
"Feisty much?"
"I'm not feisty, I just don't like you. If you were smart enough to realize it, there is a difference." Evie continued to sit on her bed, swinging her charm on her necklace from side to side.

Doctor Alva Jay Zolkin

Feeling the need to roll her eyes at the mans comment, Alva restrained herself from doing so. "How about this, Kazlov. We can make a compromise, perhaps? I stay on this side of the cell, you on that side and we can speak to each other through the wall. After all, I think you've had enough restrains and taseings for today. The only catch that's included is that you must talk to me today."
Alva hopped it would work, no matter how stubborn the old man was. Standing outside the door, she would see guards and patients walking up and down the halls. But then again, who cared about them? Alva's main concentration was on Kazlov.

@Neo Anderson @Pripovednik