Till Lindemann's Home (Fenrir)

[Heart Summers]

Fixing her dark hair into a tight bun Dr.Sarah Sydney clattered away on her lab top. Transferring her last patience notes while she waited for her next appointment. It had been only a month since she had started in Till Lindemann's Home for the Criminally Insane as the leading Therapist. Dr. Sydney had been personally asked to transfer to the institution due to her extensive knowledge on subjects of these sorts. She had to admit to herself that she did find the Criminally insane far more interesting than the regular patient; even if the job was ten times more dangerous.

Finishing the last of the notes she re-saved the file and placed the yellow lined paper in it's proper manila folder. Rising from her black, leather rolling chair she adjusted her navy blue business skirt, brushing out the creases before moving to the filing cabinet. Finding the proper slot she dropped the folder in, reaching above it to grab a new pad of paper to write on. Settling her pad on the dark cherry wood desk she adjusted her navy blue over coat, making sure that the ruffled white blouse underneath didn't show off to much of her C-cupped chest; her done up face making her look the sexier side of professional.

Hearing the knock at the door she glance towards it, taking a deep breath she settled her nerves. This was one of her most challenging of patience, and since her time here she still couldn't get a read on what he was like or thinking, but she hoped today would be the day she found out.

 

[Fenrir]

Fixing her dark hair into a tight bun Dr.Sarah Sydney clattered away on her lab top. Transferring her last patience notes while she waited for her next appointment. It had been only a month since she had started in Till Lindemann's Home for the Criminally Insane as the leading Therapist. Dr. Sydney had been personally asked to transfer to the institution due to her extensive knowledge on subjects of these sorts. She had to admit to herself that she did find the Criminally insane far more interesting than the regular patient; even if the job was ten times more dangerous.

Finishing the last of the notes she re-saved the file and placed the yellow lined paper in it's proper manila folder. Rising from her black, leather rolling chair she adjusted her navy blue business skirt, brushing out the creases before moving to the filing cabinet. Finding the proper slot she dropped the folder in, reaching above it to grab a new pad of paper to write on. Settling her pad on the dark cherry wood desk she adjusted her navy blue over coat, making sure that the ruffled white blouse underneath didn't show off to much of her C-cupped chest; her done up face making her look the sexier side of professional.

Hearing the knock at the door she glance towards it, taking a deep breath she settled her nerves. This was one of her most challenging of patience, and since her time here she still couldn't get a read on what he was like or thinking, but she hoped today would be the day she found out.

The door was opened, and two orderlies pushed in the patient: Frederick Mendoza, male, 22, arrested for 23 counts of murder, 7 counts of sodomy, 42 counts of arson, 1 count of cannibalism, and... well, forced suicide. He constantly denied the latter, saying the victim committed suicide once Freddy had convinced him to do so, and it was consdered a possibility after an autopsy showed no signs of struggle. Nobody had any idea what to make of him; he looked like a lightweight metalhead. Shaggy black hair, pale and lean from a lack of sunlight and healthy food, and an unnaturally calm face, like he just didn't give a damn anymore.

He was kept in a strait jacket and a gag, so as to prevent him from escaping or convincing the orderlies to help him escape. He was pushed down into a stiff, wooden chair nailed to the floor, and the smaller orderly handcuffed his ankle to the chair's leg. He didn't struggle, nor did he show any emotion. He just complied with their wishes. When the orderlies left, taking the gag, he leaned back into the chair and tried to make himself comfortable. He said nothing, only focused his eyes on her.

 

[Heart Summers]

[/font] Frederick was by far one of the most dangerous patients Sarah had to deal with. He'd had more than his fair share of killing, and one report stated that he'd even gone as far as to consume his victim. The very thought sent chills through her body. Watching the orderlies strap him in she took note of his face, it was the eerie calmness of it that unnerved her. She'd rather him be thrashing and swearing up a storm, rather than sit quietly watching her. Letting her soft brown eyes take in the man she'd talked to a number of times she waited until the orderlies left before smiling pleasantly at him.

"Well hello Frederick, how are you this afternoon?" It seemed odd to ask him that even now, even if he never answered her she still wondered what his day would be like. Taking her seat she fixed her riding skirt, making it lie on her mid thigh while she adjust her pen to the pad. Rolling over to him she placed a good 5 feet between the two before looking into his eyes again. A sight that rather unnerved her, but she knew had to be done if she was ever going to get him to see the error of his ways. "What would you like to talk about today Frederick?"

 

[Fenrir]

[/font] Frederick was by far one of the most dangerous patients Sarah had to deal with. He'd had more than his fair share of killing, and one report stated that he'd even gone as far as to consume his victim. The very thought sent chills through her body. Watching the orderlies strap him in she took note of his face, it was the eerie calmness of it that unnerved her. She'd rather him be thrashing and swearing up a storm, rather than sit quietly watching her. Letting her soft brown eyes take in the man she'd talked to a number of times she waited until the orderlies left before smiling pleasantly at him.

"Well hello Frederick, how are you this afternoon?" It seemed odd to ask him that even now, even if he never answered her she still wondered what his day would be like. Taking her seat she fixed her riding skirt, making it lie on her mid thigh while she adjust her pen to the pad. Rolling over to him she placed a good 5 feet between the two before looking into his eyes again. A sight that rather unnerved her, but she knew had to be done if she was ever going to get him to see the error of his ways. "What would you like to talk about today Frederick?"

Freddy, again, said nothing. He had originally planned on saying nothing. But on the other hand, he mused, considering his options. I plan on leaving soon anyway. I may as well let her hear my voice. "No different than usual, doctor," he said. His Russian voice sounded as if it hadn't been used in years. "Still stuck in a tiny cell, still surrounded by other cells containing more worse-off individuals than myself. Have you heard their muttering?"