[center][h3][color=00aeef]Evangaline "Evie" Clark[/color][/h3][/center]
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 [i]woosh[/i]. Evie made a face of disgust as she turned on her bed to face the woman. [color=00aeef]"You're not Doctor Mchattie,"[/color] 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. [color=ec008c]"Why of course I'm not darling. He asked me to fill in for him momentarily." [/color]
Evangaline smiled cockily.[color=00aeef]"Well I'm sure as hell not talking to you, so you're waisting your time.[/color]
[color=ec008c]"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." [/color]
[color=00aeef]"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. [/color]
The woman huffed. [color=ec008c]"Fine, be that way. But if you need anything, or just simply wish to talk, the names Hannah."[/color]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. 


[center][h3][color=00a651]Doctor Alva Jay Zolkin[/color][/h3][/center]
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. [color=00a651]"Mr. Kazlov, may I come in?"[/color]

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