Topic: Memories of a Serial Killer : Lisa. ((18+))

Kitra Voronov

Date: 2016-06-03 23:25 EST
"Good afternoon, Kitra." There was a fleeting tone of professionalism in the shrink's voice until the psychopath shut the office door behind him and took a seat. She was writing something on that favored clipboard of hers before she looked up, tossing him the pack of Carnivals, only for him to catch it in one hand and make his way to the window to take a seat on the window sill, striking one up almost immediately. "Good to see you decided not to skip our session this time." "You say that like I've missed one yet." The psychopath responded, throwing in a snicker at the end. One of the sticks were brought to his lips and an ink-covered hand cupped the match as it was lit, casting orange and yellow light across his somber features. "Good to see you're still breaking the rules by sneaking a prisoner smokes." The flame was extinguished with a flick of his hand before tossing the burnt out stick into the trash can beside her desk.

"Only when they've behaved themselves." There was a hint of a smirk on her otherwise professional expression, crossing one leg over the other as she turned in her chair. The clipboard rested flat on her lap, her laced fingers resting on top of the sheet of paper clamped into place. She was staring directly at him, watching him.

He caught the glimmer in her eyes, the hand that was holding the cigarette to his lips slowly lowered to his lap. His fingers were curled around his thighs, leaving his shoulders arched as he leaned forward in his seated position on the sill. "I take it you have something specific you want me to talk about today.." There was a twitch in her smile as she looked down at her hands. "Intuitive as ever, Kitra." She slowly raised her gaze, only to meet his head-on. "I want you to talk about Lisa, today."

Nostrils flared as smoke plumed from them, resembling that of a dragon. He licked his lips, remaining silent for a moment. There was a touch of guilt on his face at the mention of Lisa. He sighed, curled fingers around his thighs falling away from the fabric of his orange jumpsuit to twist his torso and flick the creeping ash off his cigarette. "I figured it was only a matter of time before you'll pull that one out of me. Where do you want me to start?"

"From the beginning." She stated it simply, though he had looked away from her, her piercing gaze remained strong on his rigid frame.

He sighed, the muscles of his jaw working before those baby blues matched her stare.

Kitra Voronov

Date: 2016-06-04 23:54 EST
"No, stop! Please! I....I only have a little money. Here, take it." A woman's voice. Young. No older than 21 years old. American"

A man's voice. Older. Early thirties. Russian. And laughing. "We're not here for your money, tupa shmara." More laughing.

"Tup-....What' I....I don't know what that means. I don't speak Russian. Please. Just tell me what you want." Crying now, she's scared. At least I'd assume.

A second man's voice. A little younger than the first, but not by much. Also laughing. "Past' zakroi." Snickering.

The woman now. "P-please....I don't....I don't kn-know what you're saying..." Sobbing. "Please just tell me what you want from me!"

Kitra assessed the situation before even turning into the shallow alley way, having heard the scream from the next street over. And even with the crowd of people on the sidewalk, no one had gone to see what was going on. To Kitra, it was like ringing the dinner bell. An excuse to kill, though it wasn't likely he needed one.

Rounding the corner of a cracked and faded brick building, he leaned against the dirty brick. His head tilted to the side as he sized up the two men, then the woman. First, older man was heftier, doubtful a fast runner but he had some bulk to him. He didn't look defined in muscle, but he was thick around, and not particularly chubby. Approximately 230 lbs. 6'0". The second, younger man was lean in build. Smaller in girth, but defined in lean muscle. Probably about 170-180 lbs, but tall. 6'3". Both Russian according to their accents and dialect. One was from Moscow, this city. The other he couldn't place the exact dialect. But that didn't matter, they weren't going home tonight.

Lastly, the girl. Slender in frame, 5'7". Didn't look to be much to her, and from the way she was crying, she didn't see herself making it out of this either. Looking to be of spanish decent, but her accent was clearly American. That didn't matter much right now though.

It was her scream that snapped Kitra out of his mental notes and assessments of the men and her, depicting how this was going to go down. He did speak Russian, he knew what the men were saying, their hints in their voices and their vulgar coos. He snickered under his breath. Mudak...

He shrugged away from the brick wall, slipping two fingers into his mouth and calling the two of them like animals. He didn't say anything, just pulled a switch blade from a small leather holster on his belt. His thumb pressed to the button, flicking the small, thin blade that was sharp as a razor from it's metallic sheath.

They both turned and looked over at the blonde Russian with baby blues standing there. They laughed, of course they did. "Hey, pretty boy. You a man or a woman?" He snickered, turning away from Kitra to face the girl, taunting her more as she was now backed against a metal-linked fence.

Kitra's light cackle erupted from his throat, still approaching at a slow but steady pace. His eyes shifted faintly to assess if either men had a weapon. Both did. Of course. One had a metal pipe that looked like he'd picked up off the ground here in the alley way. The brutish looking older man. The younger, thinner one looked like he had a decent sized pocket knife clenched in his hand. The psychopath's voice finally filled the alley, thick with a Russian dialect and held a low rasp. "Why don't you come over here and find out, gavnoyed."

At the mention of the insult, the two turned around to face him. "Alright, blondie. We're getting real sick of your shit." The big guy was smacking the pipe against his palm, trying to seem big and tough. The beanpole didn't say anything, just sneered at him while flipping the knife from hand to hand.

Their current victim was crouched low to the ground, cowering and visibly shaking at the encounter. Her frantic gaze darted between the three men, not knowing what to do and clearly too afraid to run. Or too stupid. Whichever one, Kitra couldn't tell. But he didn't care, she wasn't who he was focusing on right now.

The switch blade twirled between his fingers as there was a curling, sadistic grin spreading across his face. His stance swayed, eyes darted between the two men....back and forth....back and forth.....There was a calmness that filtered through his mind, like the calm before the storm as he assessed the situation, mentally planned out his next moves and gave glances around the alley through his peripheral to see tactical vantages. When something caught his attention, still looking through his peripheral while his eyes remained on the men before him...he cackled. Bring it on, bitches. And that's exactly what it meant when his free hand rose to curl his fingers in a 'come hither' motion towards the men, smile unrelenting the entire time.

Kitra Voronov

Date: 2016-06-05 18:03 EST
When he looked up from his clasped hands, she was staring at him.

"What did you think when you heard the screaming?" Her head tilted to the side, curious eyes planted on the psychopath sitting on her window sill.

"I didn't. I just kept going in the direction of the screaming." He shrugged, and it was only a faint gesture as he reached for the pack of Carnivals she had given him. This was why. If she wanted him to talk, there had to be something for him to do with his hands. Nicotine made it easier for the words to be spoken. Something to focus on while he let his mouth do the talking, not really thinking about it.

"And when you saw what was happening in the alley way' How did you feel?" She was playing proper therapist. Asking the same old 'how did that make you feel' questions. That's all they ever ask. But he played along with it. If he wanted to get out before he was 50, he had to.

He let out a sigh, waiting to answer the broken-record questions after he'd lit his cigarette. "I knew what they were going to do to her. I could hear it in their voices, I couldn't see their faces but I knew what they wanted. I don't think she even knew what was going to happen to her." Cheeks indented as he took a rough pull from the stick scissored between his fingers.

"When did you decide you wanted to help her?" She was definitely being thorough with her questions. Delving into the mind of a psychopath. But there seemed to be more there. It was genuine curiosity. Kitra was a strange case to her, why he'd snapped. In his records, the report of him telling the cops what happened to Lisa when they managed to catch him, he was honest. He told them exactly what happened that night, why he'd done it, and then took them to the body before he'd been arrested. And he didn't struggle when they cuffed him. The psychologist was trying to understand the man sitting in her office.

"I didn't decide on anything. Before I knew what I was doing, I was already moving." His eyes shifted to hers, cheeks denting as the cherry of the cigarette crackled and flared brighter with the inhale.

Kitra Voronov

Date: 2016-06-05 20:15 EST
They advanced, and quickly.

First, the lean and tall man came forward. Ironic that it wasn't the brute that charged him first. When he came forward in his charge, Kitra crouched low to the ground causing the man's legs to crash into his shoulder. The man's blade came down, aimed at his back to swipe across simultaneously. A hiss slipped through his teeth at the first rush of the pain. Little did they know that it only gave him more incentive and delved him deeper into his mind, focusing him. Between the momentum of the man's charge and the blonde Russian's crouch to use for leverage, he pushed with his legs and nearly Judo flipped the man over his shoulder. The man flipped over as he'd predicted and landed with the thud on his back, a soft clank as he momentarily let go of the pocket knife in his hand.

Kitra didn't look back, he just kept moving forward. The brute came next, taking a few steps toward him and swinging a meaty arm that brandished the metal pipe through the air to strike toward the side of his head. Smaller in size and with enough "training" in his life time, it wasn't difficult to duck beneath the swinging pipe. Still ducked, the brute's momentum sent him sideways and with the switchblade tucked in his palm, blade pointed toward his forearm, he spun on balanced toes with one foot extended. In succession, the blade swiped the big man's rib cage, leaving a deep gash from the razor-like blade that the crazy Russian kept good care of, a booted foot came around to take the brute down. Unfortunately, the man had stumbled from the swipe to his ribs, having moved too far away for the foot to make contact.

Continuing the momentum, following the motion of his swinging foot as he spun, he spiraled to his feet. He could feel the back of his shirt sticking to his back as he bounced like a boxer, one hand still wrapped around the hilt of the switchblade as he looked between the two men. The tall one had gotten up by now, his eyes darted back and forth between the two, grinning like a madman now. "Come on, Rocky and Bullwinkle." He cackled, looking between the two snarling men. He wasn't trying hard to insult them, only keep their attention. Why the girl was still cowering and not running while she had the chance, he had no idea. But he didn't have time to sit there and question the idiocy of humanity. If he wanted to end this quickly, he had to move fast.

He only had seconds to discern who was coming at him first, and unlike the first time, it was the brute that charged him now. Irritated with the gash at his ribs, he came at Kitra with blind rage, hands held up to go for his throat. While bouncing, he had moved to where he wanted to be, what he had spotted earlier and grinned about. "C'mon," he muttered, ducking under the reaching hands and sliding around the slow massive man, spinning and using his motions to follow with the hand brandishing the knife. The back of his hand and his blade sunk into the spine of the big guy, causing him to drop his extended hands and let out a howl at the pain erupting through his back. While the man stumbled forward, Kitra stopped spinning enough to tilt to the side, sending the sole of his boot flying towards the man's back to send him lurching forward....and into the rusted and jaggedly broken end of a pipe that the crazed Russian had assumed Meathead had broken his weapon off from.

With a sickening sound, much like that of a meat slicer cutting through ham, the brute's own momentum and Kitra's kick made him fall chest-first against the pipe and was impaled through. There was a gargling sound that came from the man's throat as blood sputtered and spewed from his lips while he tried to talk but couldn't. There was no way he was getting out of that, Kitra decided so he turned toward the Russian Slenderman, eyes glimmering with psychotic glee as his curling lips taunted him. "Alright, Beanpole. You're next." Hands raising, he bounced from one foot to the other, switch blade still clutched in his palm as he grinned away like the proper psychopath he was.

The tall man's eyes frantically darted between Kitra and his now dead buddy, back and forth as he kept backing up. Though clearly he didn't care much for the guy at all, he didn't seem too worried about the death of his partner in crime, more just scared of the man who'd killed him. "Hey, man. Okay. I'll leave her alone. Just don't kill me." He had been backing up the entire time, twitchy and frantic like a jack rabbit being chased by a wolf. Taking a few skittish steps back, he turned tail and tried to run from the alley.

Kitra let out a crazed cackle, dropping his arms. "Why you running from the party' You forgot your party favor!" His expression contorted as he turned to the side quickly, raising his hand holding the blade by the hilt and adjusting it between his fingers. His arm whipped forward, a flick of his wrist in the motion to spiral the blade toward the one running like a throwing knife. The man cried out a gurgle and stumbled, his feet catching on each other as he fell forward, clutching his throat where the blade had penetrated through. Writhing and twitching on the ground as he choked on the blade and his own blood, Kitra watched until he stopped twitching with a look of serenity on his face.

His chest expanded and collapsed as he took a deep breath, eyes closing as he pushed back that place he went to in his mind with every kill. He finally turned toward the girl, and sure enough, she had fainted. When she fainted, he had no idea, but guessed probably when either of the men died. Glancing between the three bodies, blonde brows knitted together and he let his impulsive nature take hold on what to do next.

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Kitra Voronov

Date: 2016-06-07 23:22 EST
"Why didn't you just let the man run away?" The psychologist's pen was flicking back and forth in the air, side of her palm rested against the clipboard. Her thumb and forefinger wagged the utensil back and forth, seeming to be a tick of hers that Kitra'd noticed. Tick number one.

He peeled his glacier hues away from the hypnotizing motions of the pen, flicking his gaze to hers. "Because I didn't want to."

"Did you feel like you were doing the world a favor" Getting rid of two potential rapists or muggers?" Her head canted to the side, watching him as she asked those investigating questions to get a better grasp of his mind.

"No. I didn't care what they were. I just.." He sighed, an artfully inked hand reaching for yet another cigarette from the propped and ready pack that was left open on the sill. It was how it went, she asked questions, he answered and smoked like a freight train. He couldn't keep the cigarette pack with him so he only had two hours to finish the pack. Lighting one with another match, the soothing aroma of the match filling the space around him. "I fell into my head, I shut off my thoughts and I just moved. I didn't think about what I was doing, I just did it. And then they were dead."

She watched him for a hard minute, her stare lacked any form of judgemental thoughts or horror at his actions. It was like he was a puzzle she was trying to figure out. After the moment had passed, her eyes ticked to the clipboard in her hands, giving a curt nod. "Alright. What did you do with Lisa, Kitra"..."

"What I do best." He scoffed, his mouth puckered around the cigarette as he took a deep pull from the cigarette to fill his lungs with the toxic smoke.

"You moved on a whim." A faintest of a chuckle fell from her lips, glancing up at him. This was not their first session, no where near it. She had figured out his impulsive nature by session 11. It had taken them a long time to make it to the topic of Lisa. Like any proper psychologist, she went through the whole jig. How was your childhood" What was your relationship with your parents like" Were you abused as a kid" Did you ever kill a puppy with a screw driver" Okay, maybe the last one wasn't a normal psychology question, but it might as well be.

There was the slightest of smirks on his face while he nodded in agreement to her words. "Like I said, what I do best."

Kitra Voronov

Date: 2016-06-08 02:14 EST
"Gnn..." She groaned, leaning up on one elbow, one heel of her hand pressed to her temple as she gave a hazy look around. A studio apartment" There wasn't much there. There was the bed she was laying on, set directly on the floor. Her vision was blurry, her head was foggy and her mouth felt so dry. Why is it so dry" Images of the night flickered through her mind. The two men, hassling her in the alleyway....They were going to....What were they going to do"....

"Gn....my head..." She muttered, trying to remember why the hell she felt so hazy. First, she had to figure out where she was. This didn't look like her hotel. Not even close. What time was it" Her thoughts were all over the place. It was mostly dark in the room, light seeming to be shining only from one source. And tapping....what was that tapping....clicking"

She rubbed her eyes to clear her vision from the blurriness. It worked some, but as groggy as her head was, her eyes didn't want to focus well. Eyes darted around at her surroundings, coming to the conclusion that it was indeed a studio apartment, maybe an efficiency. There seemed to only be that one room. The bed...a dresser...maybe a closet door...a couch. That's where the light was coming from.

She squinted her eyes to try to discern what she was seeing. The light seeming to come from a lower angle silhouetted the head of someone but her vision was still swimming too much to see any defining features. Who is that.."

"H-hello..." Wh-where am I"..." Her throat felt dry, scratchy. How long had she been asleep" The tapping and clicking stopped, the light silhouetting the person's head shifted and now faced the wall. They were moving, standing up, bending down.." The sizzling sound of fire being extinguished met her ears and she watched them move around the couch. Oh god, they're coming closer... She tried to scramble back on the bed, a lazy crawl until her shoulder then back hit the wall with a light thud. "Please....I don't know who you are...or what you want....I'm just here for school, I don't have much. I....I can try to get some money...Just please, don't hurt me.." She was rambling, almost pleading with whoever was approaching. Why aren't they saying anything"! "Please.." She whimpered, and it was a pitiful sound.

There was a soft click and she had to raise her hand as the flood of sudden light nearly blinded her. After blinking a few times to get rid of the spots that were dancing around in her vision, she slowly lowered her hand to see who her abductor was.



"Welcome to the conscious world, doll. 'Bout time, you've been out for 11 hours." His arms were crossed over his chest, having ignored her pleas to not hurt her. Well, that just seems backassed and redundant.... He tossed her a bottle of water, not approaching her just yet until she put two and two together and saw him. When the look of confusion crossed her features, he rolled his eyes. "How hard did you hit your head"..." He muttered, pointing to the bottle of water, "Drink it." She looked at the water that was sitting on the mattress, back at him. She reached for it, tried to be subtle about it as she inspected it. A quirk of his mouth hinted at a smirk as he watched her. She didn't trust him....good. "If I was going to kill you, spiking your water wouldn't be it."

Her eyes widened at his words, she seemed to try to press herself against the wall behind the bed, clutching the water to her chest instead of drinking it. "You....you killed those two men.." At the sight of his face, she had remembered what happened before she'd blacked out. The men coming after her....his interruption...the fight....her vision had started faded at the sight of the man getting that pipe through his chest and then completely went out when the blade had been flung into the other man's neck.

He approached her, and she tried to cower against the wall, pulling her legs up to her chest and started sliding closer to the opposite edge of the bed. "Are....are you going to kill me?" The fact that he seemed unfazed by the fact that he had taken two lives worried her. Would he really care about taking a third" Probably not..

He scoffed, giving her a roll of those glacier orbs. "That's a stupid fucking question." Why the hell would he bring her back to his place to kill her? If he had the want to kill her, he'd have done it in the alleyway. She flinched as he reached out to pull the water bottle out of her hands, twisting the cap off then forced it back into her hands. He nodded to the bottle, then at her, blonde brows lifted. His eyes were practically calling her idiot with the look he was giving her. "Drink." She took a final glance at the bottle before using a shaky hand to bring it to her mouth.

He reached to the nightstand beside the bed, tugging open the drawer and brandished a bottle of ibuprofen from it. With a push, twist and flick, he had the bottle open and was tapping two into his hand. Returning the bottle to the drawer as he turned over his hand, holding the pills between his fingers. "Take these, you hit your head on the ground when you fainted. If you don't have a headache now, you will."

She gave him a confused look like he just sprouted two heads, then she blinked, gazing off as she winced. Seemed she had one and didn't even realize until now. She nodded, hesitantly held out her hand as he dropped them into her palm. She was blatantly bewildered at what was going on, but managed to whisper a weak "thank you? before popping the pills into her mouth and washing them down with a few gulps of the water.

Kitra Voronov

Date: 2016-06-08 03:35 EST
"So you brought her home." The psychologists arms were crossed over her chest, an incredulous look given in his direction. "That's what your impulse lead you to?" Her tones were never full of judgement, and that he was thankful for. Instead, she seemed mildly surprised.

"It was either that or leave her there in the alley. Something could've happened to her." He shrugged, though his tone and posture seemed nonchalant about it.

Her eyes narrowed at him. She wasn't glaring, but studying him. It was nearly impossible to tell if he cared or not, but she was going to figure him out completely. Trying to delve into the mind of a psychopath or sociopath when you weren't one was a difficult job, you had to understand what you otherwise wouldn't to know how their minds worked. "If she was unconscious that long, the cops would've taken care of her." She offered, trying to figure out what had really gone through his head. He was hiding something from her, she was sure of it.

And he knew. There was a twitch to the corner of his mouth, that threaten of a smirk before it was held in place. "Sure, they could've. Whenever someone might've eventually made the call in. Or another thug could've gotten her." Another rise and fall of his shoulders as he leaned back against the barred windows of the office. "But I guess we'll never know. I took her home."

Her lips twisted as she bit at the inside of her lip. She studied him for a moment longer before nodding, lifting up the clipboard from her lap again and wrote something down. "Did you take her home then" Or wherever she was staying at the time?" Back to the investigative questions.

He cackled under his breath, an inked hand coming up to scratch at the shaved side of his head. "Not exactly."

Kitra Voronov

Date: 2016-06-08 06:36 EST
She sat there for a moment after taking the pills, knees pulled up to her chest and hugged with her arms. She sipped here and there at the water but mostly just watched him walking around. He seemed restless, but not as if he was on edge. More like he didn't like to sit still. With the light now on, he reached over the arm of the couch to push the screen of the laptop closed, taking a break from whatever he was doing now that she was awake.

She remained silent for a moment longer, looking down at her crumpled clothes that still smelled like the alleyway. "Thank you....for what you did. I mean, if it wasn't for you...they probably would've beaten me or....I don't know..." Her brows furrowed. She was definitely young, 21 exactly from what the ID that Kitra checked while she was sleeping had said. From America, some little rinky dink town in Wisconsin. What she was doing in Russia he had no idea.

He looked over to her, brows furrowed as he looked at her face and the way she was sitting while he poured himself a drink of Stoli and lit himself a cigarette. "They would've done a lot worse than beaten you.." He watched her from where he was leaned against the small kitchen table, bringing the glass to his lips for a sip before replacing it with the Carnival. She looked at him with her head tilted, those fine brows pulled together in confusion as she slowly put it together in her head. C'mon, girl. I know you can't be that oblivious.

He watched as her face contorted at the realization of what the men had said to her, the tones in their voices, that they didn't care about her money or her feeble attempts to negotiate. "Oh my god....they were....they were going to..." Her hands came to cover her face and he started getting twitchy. Ah, shit. She's gonna cry. He cringed, muscles along his shoulders and neck tensed as he waited for the emotional breakdown that always seemed to make him panic.

When her hands pulled away from her face, she was angry. Her arms slid away from their position over her knees to slip between her torso and bent knees, wrapping around herself as she leaned against them. "I'm not sorry you killed them then..." Her nose crinkled, lips twisting as she made a face of disgust. "The world's better off without them...you might've saved more than just me tonight..." She muttered, looking down at her knees before glancing up at him and his tense grasp around the glass of vodka.

The tension of his muscles finally eased as it seemed she wasn't about to break down. He wrinkled his nose, the idea of her thinking him a hero disgusted him. Not out of modesty or being humble, but the idea of doing good deeds made his stomach churn a bit. "I killed two men tonight. Let's just leave it at that before you ruin it for me." He scoffed, his head tilting back as he finished off the glass.

Kitra Voronov

Date: 2016-06-09 03:32 EST
She was watching him intensely now, every movement he made she caught with her naturally icy gaze. "What about emotional distress makes you so uneasy' What emotions particularly set you off?"

He should've seen that question coming, and he scowled when she asked. Sliding off from the sill, he took the few steps toward her office chair. It was big, plush and comfortable behind her desk. It was a swivel one and it was one of the few times he could actually take comfort in furniture in the prison. As long as he opened up and answered her questions, she didn't seem to care what he did or where he sat in that office. So he took advantage of it by sinking into the chair and resting his arms along the wooden armrests. Slouching down and getting comfortable before his gaze finally met hers. A slight shrug of shoulders were offered in her direction. "So far, the only time I really freak out about it is crying. The second tears show up, I'm out of there."

Her hands clasped together, now shifting her weight in her seat to lean on one hip and an elbow on her own armrest to get a better view of them. She was worse than those paintings hanging on walls, the ones where their eyes followed you wherever you went. "What about people easing their distress by tears makes you so uncomfortable?" The tone was less accusatory as it was genuine curiosity. Her leg came to rest over the other in her shifted position, her foot restlessly shaking back and forth. Another tick of hers. Tick number two to be exact. Like him, she didn't seem to like sitting still for too long. And they were only a small fraction of time in their session.

"I don't understand it." He was simple in his answer, but something was telling him it wouldn't be enough. The woman liked to pick apart his brain, in great detail of how he felt, what he was thinking and everything she could pry out of him.

Surely enough, he was right. "You don't understand the emotion' Or the use of crying?" Her stare was relentless.

He sighed, the back of his head falling back against the burgundy leather of the chair. "I understand it's useful for small children that can't yet express their needs with words yet." There was a pause, a darting glance towards the pack of Carnivals before he grunted and reached over the arm of the chair for one. Using his feet to push the chair closer to the window, as he was instructed to stay by the window while he smoked. "But I can't fathom why someone gets so overwhelmed with emotion that they can't control themselves and waste time by crying."

Her gaze turned down, her head shaking. "For some, it relieves that stress. Some people just sit there and have a good cry and go about their business. It eases anxiety, pain, emotional hurt. Do you ever feel sad, Kitra?" There goes that curious cat gaze again.

"Sure, I drop a bottle of Stoli and I get sad about it. But I don't fucking cry over pointless shit. I get a new bottle and suck it up." He snickered, tucking one of the cancersticks between his lips and bringing the tip to life with a flick of the match.

There was a light chuckle from her, which she tried to hide behind her fingers. Regaining her composure, her hand dropped to clasp together with the other. "Some things hurt more than a broken bottle of liquor." She offered, her head tilted. "Loved members of the family dying, for instance."

His glacier gaze met hers, giving her a seriously" expression. "A wasted bottle of vodka is a devestating ordeal, thank you." After which, he smirked, filling his lungs with the smoke. Back to seriousness, "People die every day. It's not something to cry over. You deal with it, you move on."

She was silent for a moment, shifting her hands to write something on her clipboard. "Alright, point taken. Let's move on. Why did you shrug away her praise of saving her?" She inquired, the tip of her pen coming to her mouth to chew on it. Tick number three..

He snickered, a slight muffled pop as his lips broke away from the filter of his cigarette, a wisp of smoke trailing upward only to be inhaled by his nose. "Because I know women. The last thing I needed was her to develop White Knight Syndrome for me." There was a bland cackle that left him, a grimace following.

One of her skillfully angled brows lifted quizzically. "White Knight Syndrome?" It was clear by the tightness of her lips that she was trying not to laugh at his way of wording it. "So you were worried she was going to get attached to you?"

He nodded, one small curt nod to her question. "I'm not the kind of person to get attached to." He snickered, a pause where he stared out the window for a moment before turning back to her and taking another drag off that awful cigarette he seemed to favor so much.

"What makes you say that about yourself, Kitra?" She watched him, shifting her weight again as she leaned back against the backing of the chair.

He sneered at her slightly, his lip curling as if he couldn't believe she'd just asked that. His blue hues narrowed slightly as he canted his head to the side. There was a bit of coldness there as he retorted, "But that would just ruin the end of the story, wouldn't it?"

Kitra Voronov

Date: 2016-06-09 05:19 EST
He decided to change the subject before she decided to let the words that he shuttered at the thought of spill from her mouth. "Well, you seem alright now. What do you say I take you home, huh?" He was finishing off his cigarette and twisted his torso to reach behind him for the ashtray sitting on the table to stub out the filter.

She was giving him that shining look like he was her damn saviour and he hated it. The sooner she was gone, the better. She snapped out of it and nodded her head. "Yeah....yeah....you're probably right." Her arms tucked tighter around herself for a moment before she finished off the rest of the water he'd given her and put the cap back on. She held it up and shook it with a look to him like trash can" Of which he just waved a dismissive hand. "I'll take care of it later, just toss it aside." She shrugged and set it back down on the bed, using her palms to scoot her backside across the bed to the edge and slowly stood, getting herself steady. She seemed skeptical at first before one step concluded that she was going to be able to walk okay. She nodded, seeming pleased with herself.

During which, he had been moving around to get his shoes on, tuck his cigarettes into his jeans pocket, along with his phone. He had been taking swigs of liquor along the way because he didn't feel like carrying it with him. Get a good buzz going before he left the apartment. He wasn't much of a social creature, being in crowds tended to make him feel....off. So he made sure to get some liquid courage in him before leaving. It wasn't anxiety as much as it was paranoia. With his shady past, it wasn't hard to figure out why.

It didn't take but a minute or two before he was ready to go, throwing on a sweatshirt and gave her a look. "You ready?" Her arms were hugged around her again and she nodded sheepishly. She seemed uncomfortable but there was a smile offered to him as she walked over to him. He gave her a once over at her outfit. She must've been at the bar down the street from where the alley was, the way she was dressed in a silky blouse and tight jeans, calf-height boots that seemed to be made of fake leather and the heel was only an inch high. He sighed, looking for a moment longer before he walked over to his closet and pulled out another heavier sweatshirt and tossed it to her. She caught it with one arm and gave him a questioning look. "First thing about Russia, doll. Dress warm." He snickered, shaking his head as he walked back the way he'd came and turned for the door.

There was a widening of her smile as she muttered another "thank you?, seeming to be the shy type. She tugged the sweatshirt over her head and pulled on the hem to settle it on her slender frame. It fell just over her rear and her arms went back to hugging around her. A soft, "Okay, I'm ready." As she followed after him while he opened the door, waiting for her to lead out before he pulled the door closed behind him. Pulling a set of keys from his pocket, he turned 3 deadbolts and finished off with the doorknob, giving it a firm wiggle to make sure it was sturdy before he lead her down the stairs of the apartment.

Lisa's eyes darted to the number of his apartment, staring at it for a moment before he called out for her, "You coming or what?" from a flight below her. "Y-yeah....sorry! I'm coming.." Her light footsteps followed after him, skipping down the steps.

Kitra Voronov

Date: 2016-06-09 07:18 EST
"So, you did take her home then?" Her eyes narrowed at him, seemingly confused.

"I tried to, but it didn't really work out that way." He snickered, now finished with his cigarette. His fingers were laced over his abdomen, he was slouched low in the chair with his elbows propped on the armrests. His legs stuck straight out on the floor and his ankles were crossed. He was swinging the chair back and forth, restless as ever.

"Tried to' What happened next?" Her gaze was downcast, writing something on that damn clipboard of hers. After a few seconds, she looked up, the pen tucked between her forefinger and middle finger, flicking it back and forth between the two fingers. He was half expecting it to fly out and smack him, but it didn't.

His cheeks puffed out and he exhaled, turning his head to look at the clock. An hour left.

Kitra Voronov

Date: 2016-06-17 06:31 EST
"Where are you staying?" The cigarette tucked between his lips, walking beside the girl who seemed to be paranoid of nearly every person passing by her. He watched through his peripheral as her eyes darted around at the people passing them, the way her arms hugged around her body but it didn't seem to be from being cold.

"H-huh' Oh....right. Um," she scratched at the messy locks of tousled mousy brown hair. His brows raised as he glanced over at her, waiting for her to tell him so he could walk her there. "There's a hotel around here I'm staying at, I can't remember the name though.." Her voice was soft as she looked at him apologetically. He sighed, wondering why the hell he was still helping this girl. Helping with the thugs was one thing, but he should've just let the police take her home. It would've saved him the trouble...."I'm sorry....My head's still a little foggy from last night I think.." It was barely a whisper.

He sighed, giving her another sidelong glance. "You hungry?" He inquired, his hand slipping into his pocket. "Might help you remember if you get something in your stomach. Clear up your head." She had slept for a while, and hard telling the last time the girl had eaten. There wasn't much to her to begin with. There was a glint of....something there in her eyes when she looked up at him then. "Yeah....I think you're right. That would be great.." She paused then, blinking. "I don't have any money, though." She grumbled, shaking her head. "I lost my purse trying to run from those asshats." Though there was a look of anger on her face, her arms hugged tighter around her slender shoulders, fingers gripping the barely-there muscle of them.

He grinned, never having been one for secrets, he didn't fear anything. What could they do' "It's on me, actually....it's on some guy named Kristov." He let out a cackling laugh, but Lisa just stared at him with confusion. She didn't understand in the least why it was funny, or who Kristov was, or what the hell that blonde guy standing next to her was talking about. "Is....is he a friend of yours"..Oh my god!" She abruptly stopped on the sidewalk, her hands covering her face as she shook her head. "I'm such an IDIOT."

It was his turn to stop walking and watch her, giving her a confused expression. One blonde brow raised as he stared at her, taking the last drag from his cigarette before he flicked it away from them toward the street. "Am I missing something?" He wondered if she suddenly remembered the name of the hotel, or...who knows what was going on in that girl's head.

"Dude saves you from two creeps and you don't even introduce yourself, you freakin' idiot," she muttered to herself, her hands coming together and rested over her nose and mouth before falling away. She looked embarrassed, not just for the lack of introduction, but what he just saw. She hugged her arms back around herself, looking down at her feet but kept glancing up at him. "Sorry...about that...and uh...that.." She laughed, nervously before her hands came up and waved back and forth, his sweatshirt that was far too big for her were covering her hands and flapping in the air with her gestures. Her eyes squeezed shut as she forced herself to stop rambling. "Anyway..." her eyes opened and she held out her sleeve covered hand, which he just looked at quizzically before her face turned a bit red, pulling back the sleeve with her other hand, "I'm Lisa. Lisa Stratton."

He stared at her blankly for a moment. Names" That's what she was freaking out about' Really?" He just gave her a strange expression before cackling, shaking his head. "Kitra." He didn't give a last name. Nor did he shake her hand. She smiled, because at least she got something. She perked up a bit, shaking off her distress and tucked a lock of that mousy brown hair behind her ear while the other hand dropped to her side. Her mouth curled into a grin, hands coming together behind her back and lacing fingers together. "So....about that food huh?....I'm STARVING."

Kitra Voronov

Date: 2016-06-17 07:05 EST
"So you took her out to eat...why?" She seemed curious to why he kept going out of his way when he seemed to care nothing about the girl he was describing to her. Her fingers laced together and rested on the top thigh of crossed legs. Her head tilted to the side while she watched him, waiting for an answer.

"She looked hungry' I don't know. Figured it might help her remember if she snapped out of her funk. Food sometimes helps." He shrugged, not seeing the big deal in taking the girl out to eat. He was still slumped in that office chair, arms extended over the armrests as he moved his chair from side to side with the heels of his shoes.

She chewed the pulp on the inside of her lip. Tick number four... She shook her head, shifting her weight to sit up straighter. "We'll come back to that. So, a bit delayed, but you finally got her name. Any particular reason why you didn't shake her hand" Do you usually shy away from physical contact?" She was staring at him like a cat with a canary now, like she was trying to peer into his soul to figure him out.

Another shrug was given, another sigh, another cigarette was reached for. "I don't particularly like physical contact from people I don't know for shit. Who does?" The stick was pressed between his lips, another match struck to light the cherry of it.

"Does it have anything to do with your mother?" Her eyes weren't glaring, but they were narrowed. Like she was trying to use the force to pull the answers out of him.

He let out a tired sigh, a large plume of smoke erupting from his mouth like a volcano. "Last I checked, we were talking about Lisa, not my mother." His jaw was tight, and he'd been reluctant on sharing the details, mostly because it wasn't a subject he liked talking about. Vaguely, sure. But picking apart his past with that monster, not so much.

She was silent for a moment before she nodded, looking down at her laced fingers with a faint curl of a smirk. "I guess you're right. Let's not get side tracked." The desire to know the details he'd been waiting on spilling about his mother flickered in her downcast gaze, but she didn't continue asking. He'd comply when he wanted to, not a moment before, that's one thing she'd managed to figure out. "How did the meal go?"

Glad that she let the subject pass for now, he simply took a drag from the cigarette and turned his head toward the window, letting his gaze linger on the sky outside while he talked. "Pretty uneventful. Basic small talk about Russia, if I was from there, she started talking about the small town in Wisconsin that she was from." He shrugged again, scoffing. "Boring shit."

She nodded, clearly not interested in the small talk that she already knew about him, and the fact he didn't seem too interested in the conversation meant it wasn't anything important. That much she'd learned about him. He didn't waste his time with minor, unimportant details. "Alright, then what happened?"

Kitra Voronov

Date: 2016-06-26 08:38 EST
"Thanks again for the food....You're right, it's helping." She said, taking a look around at the streets now that they'd made their way back to the bar. Her slender fingers tapped at her chin as she looked at the names of the street, then pointed to one off to the left. "That street. I remember the building on the corner." She nodded and seemed sure of her decision, taking a step off the curb and waiting until a car passed so she could cross to the next sidewalk.

"Hope you're right." He sighed, following after her but not taking much notice to the cars. One car screeched to a halt just a few feet away from him, making Lisa squeal lightly and book it faster across. The blonde Russian just kept at his own place, not so much as looking at the one cussing him out in Russian and shaking a fist at him. He returned with the gesture with his own middle finger and when it seemed the man was about to step out of his car, Kitra just lifted his shirt to reveal the .45 Desert Eagle tucked into the waist of his jeans. That was all it took for the guy to get back into the car and speed off. No, Kitra didn't find himself to be a badass, but if anyone knew jack shit about Russia, this was nearly every day life in that damn country. Go hard or go to a different country.

Lisa was oblivious, having not seen the gun in the waist of his jeans at his back but just waited with her arms wrapped around her arms and her doe-eyes watching him, ticking to the direction of the car that had long disappeared. "People here don't mess around, do they?" She whispered, looking back at him nervously. When he approached, stepping onto the sidewalk she was waited on, her arms wrapped around one of his, seemingly nervous enough to want to stay close to him.

He stared at her for a moment, baby blues glancing down at the arms looped around his. He considered shoving her off for a moment but just sighed and started walking toward the street that she had pointed to. When he started moving, so did she, her eyes moving like a skittish deer's to nearly every person they passed. "Aren't you glad you came to Mother Russia?" He teased her, snickering under his breath. Russia wasn't for everyone, and it definitely wasn't for that sheltered small town girl. She smiled at him but it seemed sheepish. "Not all of it's bad..."

He blinked at her for a moment, then pulled his gaze away from hers, looking straight ahead. Son of a bitch...

Kitra Voronov

Date: 2016-06-26 10:11 EST
He snickered then, shaking his head as he got to that part.

He was tired of sitting, so he walked around the office. The psychologist's eyes followed him through the room as he studied for what felt like the hundredth time the same items he'd studied when restless legs got the best of him. Who knows, maybe he'd missed something before" Regardless, she never stopped him as he looked over and picked through the items on the shelves, the books, the nick-knacks sitting around the office. As long as he didn't bother with any drawers that were locked, she didn't complain or stop him.

"What?" She inquired, probably towards his reaction as he brought up what Lisa had told him. "Why do you shake your head at that?" Yup, should've known.

"That's when I knew..." He stated, almost matter-of-factually, picking up a psychology book whose author he was unfamiliar with. He flipped through the pages, scanning through some of the words and some stood out to him. He memorized the title and would remember it for when he had more down time.

"When you knew"..." She arched one fine brow at him, not a hint of doubt in her voice but continuous curiosity as it seemed that's all she had for him. Her head tilted to the side, waiting for him to explain further.

He slid the book back into place, allowing another snicker to release from between his teeth. "That I was right." He shook his head, and she sighed. She was getting tired of the clipped sentences where she had to ask more questions. He did it on purpose to irritate her. Hey, if he was opening up, she was going to have to deal with him being a pain in her ass at times. Just when she opened her mouth to ask what were you right about" Those baby blues ticked over his shoulder with that coy smirk of his. "White Knight Syndrome. It was written all over her face....her eyes....the tone of her voice.." He sighed, fingers grazing the bookshelf as his eyes returned to them.

She didn't seem to doubt the fact that he was sure of it. "What did you do with that knowledge?" She inquired, subconscious tick number three arising again as she chewed on the tip of her pen.

He scoffed, glacier orbs rolling in his head at the question. "You keep asking questions you already know the answers to." He kept testing her, just as she kept testing him to see how far he'd go to open up. He...tested how much she was figuring out about him. Instead of outright answering her questions, some he had her figure out for herself.

And she knew it. There was a twitch of a smirk that didn't quite break through her professionalism as she pulled the pen from her teeth, hands moving back to her lap. "You used it to your advantage. But why' If she seemed so skittish, what purpose did she serve to you?" Her eyes didn't move away from him for a second, they rarely did.

"Boredom." She gave him a strange expression, wordlessly inquiring explanation with her eyes. He glanced over at her and caught it, smirking. "Most things get boring when little phases you.." He shrugged, moving on to an aloe Vera plant that was freshly green, distracted for a moment as he squeezed some of the sticky residue onto his fingers.

"So she was a tool of amusement for you." Something he liked about her was the lack of judgement in her tone with every question she asked him, there was no looking down on him like others before her. It made him want to kill them, this one....he didn't mind her.

"...Something like that." His tone was flat, wrinkling his nose as he pressed his thumb and middle finger together...then apart...together...then apart. She was something to play with...to study.. "She was innocent. Almost sickeningly so."

"Did you want to ruin that"..." Her head canted to the side, whether she did it out of habit or she was trying to catch his gaze, he wasn't sure in that moment.

"A little bit.." He admitted, not meeting her gaze but only because he was currently trying to find something to get the aloe off his fingers. He didn't explain further. How do you explain to someone who wouldn't understand, that he didn't know what innocence was like? For him, or anyone he'd known before Lisa. Home wasn't innocent, it was savage.

Kitra Voronov

Date: 2016-06-26 11:35 EST
Reaching the hotel finally, her mind much more clear than it had been a while before, it hadn't taken her long to follow the streets in reverse. Back tracking their way to the hotel, she stood outside of it and sighed. "I hope they let me in...I don't have my key." She huffed, a look of irritation on her face.

He quirked a brow at her, had it not been for the man he was, he might've lost patience. But he remembered she had lost her purse, and worse come to worse, he had a good persuasive tool at his back....literally. He'd make sure she got into her hotel room. Then something dawned on him. "Key card or actual key?" He glanced at her, one blonde brow lifting curiously.

She looked almost confused, her voice soft and oblivious as ever as she stared at him. "Just a key....why?" Her eyes followed him, then soon her feet as he started into the building.

"Where's your room?" He inquired over his shoulder, pausing at the stairs as he finally stopped walking and watched her.

"Second floor. Room number 22." She watched him, blinking. She still didn't understand in the least what he was going to do. He didn't explain either, instead he just headed up the stairs with her tailing him as he made it to the second floor and found the room that she had told him.

He approached the door, fingers following the crack in the door, examining it. "Card won't fit through this." He muttered, mostly to himself.

"Card"....What are you doing?" Her arms enveloped herself, hugging her arms to her chest again. He took notice, glacier orbs ticking to her then back to the door. Tick one.

"Getting you into your hotel room." He always had something to pick a lock on him, whether a credit card or other means. This would take more than a quick slip of a card and he pulled out his wallet, opening one of the slits to pull out a pair of small metal picks. He knelt down in front of the doorknob, eyes narrowing as he focused on the lock.

Her eyes widened as she finally figured out what he was doing. So innocent the little doe was as her head whipped back and forth to see if anyone was coming. "This isn't going to look very good if someone sees!" She hissed, looking a bit jittery as she made a horrible attempt of blocking him from view, but it only blocked out the light he needed.

The psychopath unable of feeling anger or irritation merely snickered. "You make a better door than you do a window. You're blocking out my light." She muttered an apology and moved to the side of him, her back pressed to the door so she could keep an eye out. "Besides, it's your hotel room. You lost your key. This is the quickest way. You want to tell the people at the front desk that you lost your key because you almost got ra-.."

"Shhh!" She hissed, her eyes lowered to the ground. She looked awkward all of a sudden, averting her gaze away from him for a moment before they closed. "No....I don't want to say anything about it. I just want to get past it. And....just....please don't say that word." Her little nose wrinkled, head shaking in disgust as she clearly didn't like the word.

He stared at her for a long moment, studying her and her reaction to a word that didn't phase him in the least. His gaze lingered on her expression, the look of disgust. He nodded curtly before turning back to his work at the doorknob. "Fair enough."

Kitra Voronov

Date: 2016-06-26 12:39 EST
She watched him for a moment, silent as it was now her that was studying him. "Is it the term or the idea of rape that doesn't phase you?" Again, no judgement in her gaze or tone, and that was appreciated. She had turned her swivel chair to face him now that he had sated his restless legs for the moment and was now sprawled on the shrink's couch.

His hands were tucked beneath his head and they shifted slightly as one shoulder lifted. "I'm not interested in the ideals, but the term itself doesn't bother me. Things like that are....normal where I come from." His expression was blank and his baby blues ticked to meet her stare dead-on.

Her brows furrowed at that, a clear expression of confusion. "I don't remember Moscow ever being quite that crime filled." She never really doubted him, but some things he said she didn't understand when he mentioned where he came from. He hadn't told her about where he was really from yet. He would save that for later. She wasn't ready for it yet. Not until she understood him more.

He exhaled through his nose, then grunted slightly as he shifted his weight and position to allow himself to sit up. His legs swung to the floor and he leaned back against the back of the cushions. His eyes ticked to the clock, half hour left. "Thing's change. And most people don't see what happens in the darkest parts of places. They either choose to ignore it, or their brain cuts out the possibility, not wanting to accept that some people can be monsters hidden behind human faces."

Her sights were relentless on him as she stared. She had more questions about home, but she paused that for now while she inquired in something else. "Do you think you're one of those monsters?"

"That depends on a few things." He snickered, leaning forward and pressing his palms to his knees as he eased himself to his feet. He only had a half hour left to finish the pack of cigarettes she'd given him. He moved over to the window, and sure enough the sound of a creaking chair followed him as she turned to watch him.

"Depends on what exactly?" Indulging in his dramatic pauses even though the tapping of her pen to the clipboard lightly sounded through the room. Tick number five..

He took a seat on the sill, wasting no time in lighting the end of the cherry with another match. His eyes squinted as he looked at her through the hazy smoke that billowed up from the cigarette, scissoring the stick between two fingers while his other hand shook the flame out on the match before tossing it into the trash can. He inhaled deeply, jaw muscles shifting as he watched her for a moment before answering. He licked his lips and exhaled the smoke from his nostrils. "It depends on your definition of a monster."

She stared at him for a few seconds, as if contemplating her upcoming response. "Honestly?" She paused for a moment, and it caught his attention, it was now his turn to stare at her. She glanced down at her clipboard, almost hesitantly telling him this. She had his full attention at this point, his unblinking stare. "I think everyone has a monster inside of them, capabilities of thinking those dark thoughts. It's all a matter of who's monster is more dangerous, and how well controlled it is." She glanced up at him, twirling the pen between her fingers. Tick number six. She was turning out to have a lot of those.

He watched her for a full minute, inhaling his cigarette as they stared at each other. He considered her words, and finally the stare was broken so he could nod and turn his torso to flick the creeping ash into the tray beside him. "You make a good point.." His gaze ticked to her as he turned his body back to where it was. "Do you have a dangerous monster?" There was a threatening twitch of his mouth, just that hint of a smirk that wanted to make an appearance there, even a bit of a flirtatious glint in his eyes as he brought the cigarette back to his pale lips.

Her expression said nothing less than her sternly fighting a smile to what he said, his smirk, even the glint in his eyes. There was that one breaking moment of professionalism where she made a remark. "Are you the patient here, or am I?" That oh so very faint curl of lip that she couldn't control. Progress..

"Fair enough." He snickered, his gaze lingering on her for a moment before he flicked more ash away, only to bring the stick back to his mouth soon after.

It didn't take her long at all to regain her composure, a slight clearing of her throat before she changed the subject all together. Perhaps talking about their monsters weren't the best idea for the moment, she decided. "When did you learn to pick locks?" She inquired, and he had to look at her to see if she was asking that question. One brow of his had raised, that look of amusement. That little bit of unprofessional-ism had shaken her just enough to make her ask about lock picking. He didn't think that little bit of break through was enough for her to be shaken....unless it was her thoughts that shook her more than what she'd actually said or done. He smirked faintly, hiding that curl of lip behind the stick tucked between his fingers.

"Why don't we just get back to the story?" He suggested, and she gave him a look like she wanted to glare at him for calling her out subtly about what he'd seen. But instead of doing so, she just nodded. "I think that would be best.."

Kitra Voronov

Date: 2016-07-01 16:39 EST
"Alright, we're in." He sighed, twisting the now unlocked knob and pushed the door open while he stood to his feet.

Lisa let out a soft groan, pushing through the door the rest of the way and rushing past him, leaving him blinking and staring after her. "In a hurry".." He mumbled, slowly entering the hotel room after her. She looked over her shoulder at him, then returned to her task of rifling through a suitcase. "You would be too if you were wearing the same clothes after...what almost happened.." She whispered the last part, the rest sounding a bit grumpy.

He shrugged one shoulder, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Fair point, I guess." His hand reached into his pocket for his pack of Carnivals, giving it a single shake to produce one of the sticks from the box and catching it with his thumb. Only then to put the caught stick between his lips and tug it the rest of the way out of the pack. "You good here now?" Having retrieved his pink Bic, he lit the end of the cherry, not bothering to ask if it was a smoke-free room. Wasn't like it mattered much for him, nor would it stop him. After a deep inhale, baby blues ticked over to the girl who had mostly gotten her things together for what he assumed was her next task of taking a shower.

"Um..." She reached one slender hand up to scratch at the side of her scalp. "Yeah....yeah I think I've got everything now." She looked a bit sheepish then, putting her towel and clothes back down to the bed for....whatever reason, he didn't know. His brows furrowed at the girl who suddenly seemed so nervous. She seemed to be averting his gaze, looking away as she reached her hand up to tuck a wavy lock of hair behind her ear. "Thank you....for everything. Last night....today....you know, taking me to eat.." Her hand waved to the door of the hotel, her hazel hues ticking toward that direction. "Helping me break in.." She let out a giggle then, after the fear of being caught was pushed aside, she seemed amused with that fact.

He watched her, one blonde brow remaining lifted as he watched her go on about what he'd done for her. A deep inhale was taken from the stick and one shoulder lifted and fell in a shrug. "Like I said...don't mention it." Seriously, just stop mentioning it. He stood up and walked over to the window, his fingers twisting the locking mechanism on the frame before pushing it open. It didn't look like she had an ashtray about, so he flicked his ash out the window instead. One shoulder rested against the frame of the window, the dim light from the early cloudy afternoon washing over him. There was a slight breeze that made some of the messy strands of his blonde hair sway.

She watched him for a moment, hugging her arms in that seemingly nervous tick of hers. Finally, she pulled her arms from their folded manner and scooped up her towel and clothes once again. Soft footsteps approached him, almost shuffling until she eased up on her toes, being only a couple inches shorter than the Russian standing at the window. Leaning forward, she pressed her full lips to his cheek, just a fleeting brush before she rested back on her feet and took a step back. She brushed her hair back away from her face, still averting his gaze that had now turned toward her and was blatantly staring with a confused expression.

He seemed at a loss for words, staring at her like she'd told him the most absurd thing in the world. Brows furrowed, eyes only slightly narrowed, the muscles in his body completely rigid and stiff as a board as he turned into a human statue. "..." She seemed almost lost for a moment, looking everywhere but at him as she took a couple more steps toward the bathroom. "I'm going to hop in the shower...I'm going to go ahead and assume you'll be gone by the time I come back out?" She didn't ask as if she was hoping he would be gone, but there was a sheepish expression there where she was second guessing her actions.

"Probably." He finally spoke but his glacier orbs remained on her. She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth, biting down on the pulp as she nodded. It felt out in a scraping of teeth and her eyes nervously ticked to his for only a second before darting away. "Am I going to see you again?" She seemed almost hopeful as she asked, and it was a good thing the fabric in her arms weren't alive...else she may have squeezed the life out of it.

"You might." He shrugged one shoulder, remembering the cigarette that her kiss had distracted him from. He flicked the wasted ash away from the stick out of the open window before bringing it back to his lips for another hefty drag. He watched the corners of her mouth twitch up into a sheepish smile and she gave him another glance, this time holding it for a few seconds. She turned one side of her body as if pointing with her entire frame. "Um....good....I'm going to hop in the shower now...are you cool...here?" Her broken sentences were from nervousness, and perhaps a touch of shyness in the recent events. Maybe it was because she was in a hotel room with a guy and it felt out of place for her. Who knows.

"I'm pretty sure I can find my way out. I'll try not to get lost." He snickered, finishing off the cigarette and flicking it out the window. That brought a bit of a giggling chuckle from her and she nodded. "Good luck, it's a maze in here." His joke seemed to have eased her up a bit after the awkward cheek-kiss and he smirked at her, nodding. "I'm a trooper. I'll make it." He teased, shrugging away from the window frame he was leaning on.

She smiled at him, and it was a sweet smile that made him crinkle his nose at her. "Okay, I need to stop procrastinating." She was very expression-able when she wasn't being shy or awkward, her brows rising and her eyes widening for only a moment before the corners of that full mouth curled upward. She spun on a heel and moved to the bathroom, entering and shutting the door behind her.

He watched her go into the bathroom, standing there for a moment as he looked down at the floor with his head tipped forward. His brows raised the same time his hand did to rub the back of his neck, his cheeks puffing out as he exhaled hard. "Well, alright then." He muttered to himself, then like always...impulse struck again. His hand flopped to the side while his head lifted and turned from side to side while he searched for something. He found a hotel notepad by the room's phone and left a little note behind.

Get bored and want to see more of Russia without getting mauled by creeps again....text me. Don't call. 495-555-68-42

He tore the note from the pad and moved to the bed to put it in the center of the dark blanket so she'd notice it. He wasn't sure how oblivious she was. With that said and done, he nodded and turned around, headed to then right out the door.

Kitra Voronov

Date: 2016-07-01 18:46 EST
She watched him for a long moment, an expression of blatant curiosity and amusement plastered on that professional face of hers. "So she kissed you?" Her head tilted to the side, possibly trying to catch any of his reactions.

"On the cheek...yeah." He shrugged, seemingly now nonchalant about it. He swiveled in the office chair, perched in a crouch on the seat. He was getting restless, as he always did at the end of the sessions. A glance to the clock would tell him there was only 5 minutes left. And she wouldn't let him leave early. Well, he had one cigarette left in the pack so he promptly lit it up.

"How do you feel about that?" She asked him, and it seemed she was feeling just as restless as him. One of her legs were crossed over the other and the top foot was just shaking away in the air.

"Now" Or then?" He sighed, and it expelled a large plume of smoke from his nostrils. He always seemed to get grumpy in the last five minutes. Probably because she was still asking questions. Logically....sure, it passed time. But not the kind of time he enjoyed spending.

"Both." She clarified, her pen now moving much like her foot was, back and forth and back and forth. So on and so forth.

He should've known she'd want both..."Then" I was shocked. I was pretty anti-physical contact. So I wasn't expecting of all things...a kiss on the cheek. It seemed ridiculous to me." He shrugged, placing the heels of his hands on the chair armrests as he dropped his feet to the floor, holding himself up with his arms before plopping down in to the chair with a bit of racket. He didn't care at this point to be cooperative.

Her jaw muscles tensed and she gritted her teeth to him abusing the chair, but she let it slide. "And now?" She inquired, because what else is new..

He made a long sigh, his head tipping back and he stared at the ceiling while he took a hefty drag from the cigarette. But he answered like the good little prison robot he was being. "Now" I know she was expressing her gratitude. That she was a...sweet girl that just wanted to show a.." he wrinkled his nose a bit, "sweet gesture in return for what I did. Are we done now?" He sighed, his head snapping forward to stare at her, his hand coming up just as quickly for another drag.

"Not yet." She informed him, that pen and foot just going at it. At least she was moving on from pointless questions. "Why did you give her your phone number? You could've just left it at that and be done with it." Even her eyes ticked to the clock, she must have a break coming after this session.

He just raised his brows, giving her an expression that screamed that he was waiting for her to figure out the simple answer.

She sighed, nodding as she pinned her pen to the clipboard, "Impulses. Right." He nodded once, finishing off his cigarette after two quick drags and then stubbed it out. "Alright, Kitra. We're done here for today. I'll call for your escort." She reached forward and stopped the recording of the tape as she did every session. She got up, opening the door, "We're finished. He's good to go." She informed them, as Kitra stood to his feet and walked over to the two guards that always came to pick him up.

Kitra Voronov

Date: 2016-07-10 14:47 EST
NEXT SESSION 1 WEEK LATER



Like every time, Kitra was escorted to the psychiatrists office. The longer he spent in there, the more the guards were confused. For a murderer, he was awfully well behaved. Not a lick of them believed that it had been an accident. Not from the police report of the body and what he'd done with it afterwards. But regardless, they left the chain cuffs off when escorting him now.

One of the guards rapped on the office door with his knuckles, a quick sound as he spoke Kitra's full name to let her know her next patient had arrived. The Russian stood there with arms crossed over his chest for a couple seconds before the sounds of locks clicked and the door opened, an arm extended toward the inside of the room. She seemed rattled, like a doe that was ready to bolt at the first hint of a loud sound. It took all he had not to smirk at that.

A glance to the guards who nodded and let him go inside, which he gave the two of them a raised brow over one of his shoulders. Once he was inside, she closed the door. Her fingers ran through her hair, seemingly nervous. Tick number seven. She was getting so easy to read. Her finger pointed to the pack of Carnivals on the desk and he walked over toward the desk, hearing her lock the door behind him. "New security measures" Don't remember the locks last time." He snickered, having plucked one of the cigarettes from the pack and tucked it between pale lips, cupping his hand around the match after it was lit and brought to the tip of the cigarette. His wrist flicked back and forth to extinguish the small flame before the tiny wooden stick was tossed in the trash.

She cleared her throat, subconsciously rubbing her wrist where there looked to be a bruise. "There was an incident with another patient," she admitted, then blinked. She seemed confused as to why she told him that, staring blankly for a moment before shaking her head and continuing on to her favorite shrink chair.

"You seem nervous, wanna talk about it?" He teased lightly, a curling quirk of his mouth as he smirked at her. There was a glint of amusement in his eyes. She gets attacked by a patient in prison, and she's rattled by it' Has she already forgotten where she's working" This may be easier than I thought.

She let out a sound that was somewhere between a snicker and a laugh, shaking her head as she picked up her clipboard. She gave her wrist one more rub as if it was uncomfortable before she plucked the cap off her pen. "Generous of you to offer, Kitra. But it won't get you out of continuing our last session." She peered at him from behind long lashes, raising a brow at him with just a shaded hint of a smirk on her own features.

He snapped his finger, making an aww shucks motion. "Dammit, you caught me." A faint roll of baby blues while he took a heavy drag from the cigarette scissored between his fingers. He could see from his peripheral that she mimicked his roll of the eyes, even more subtly than himself though. Instead of sitting down, he continued standing. Which seemed to make her nervous for some reason.

She tried to be subtle about it, like she was doing it for him and not her. Her hand waved to gesture to the window or the chair, clearing her throat that seemed far too dry. "Why don't you take a seat by the window, Kitra. You know the rule of the office, smoke goes outside." She never stopped him from smoking in the office, in fact she was enabling him. But she had informed him she wasn't a smoker and would prefer him to smoke by the window so most of the smoke and smell went outside.

He walked over to the window, but didn't sit down, testing it. His orange-covered rear leaned against the window sill giving her a better" sort of expression. She visibly swallowed, eyes narrowing only slightly but the movement left as soon as it had shown up. She seemed uneasy by him standing and moving around, but it didn't seem to be him in particular. What did the patient do to her" He almost felt sad about it. It'll be no fun if someone breaks her first. The thought made him snicker but he mentally shrugged. Oh well.

"Alright, let's get started shall we?" Tucking her hair behind her ear, she looked down at the clipboard as if she was looking over her notes from last week. Whether she actually was or she was just finding an excuse to look away from him and stop staring at him like a skittish doe, he couldn't quite tell yet.

"Where do you want me to begin today, Doc?" He sighed, flicking his ashes towards the tray beside the window.

"Why don't you tell me about when she called you? I'm going to go ahead and assume she called you. I don't remember you stating you getting her number." Another glance to her notes, then a shake of her head.

Cheeks indenting at the long pull taken as he thought back to the day he'd gotten the call from Lisa. He snickered under his breath, shaking his own head at the memory. She was so innocent it was disgusting. "Yeah, she called me. Chick made me feel like I was back in high school..." He paused, glancing up at the ceiling for a moment before he crinkled his nose. "I take that back, the bitches at my school had more balls." He scoffed, then began.

Kitra Voronov

Date: 2016-07-10 15:49 EST
The sound of his phone buzzing on the coffee table is what woke him up, sprawled across the couch is where he crashed from over-indulgence of liquor. His head turned from side to side as he let out a groan, eyes fluttering and reluctant to open. A single hand came up to rub at the corners of his eyes with a middle finger and thumb. Without looking, his free hand came out to the coffee table to pat at the surface in search for his cellphone. It stopped buzzing in the midst of his search, and he huffed under his breath. It took him a bit, but his eyes finally cooperated with him, though his head wasn't.

Whoever it is can wait. His legs slid off the couch to the floor as he turned his body to sit up on the cushions, rubbing his temples with both hands since he'd given up the search of his phone. Hair of the dog. A hand moved down beside the couch to pick up a fresh bottle of Stoli, twisting off the cap and popping it in a random direction with his thumb and the side of his forefinger while he took a few (un)healthy gulps of the clear liquor.

Now that he could open his eyes, he retrieved a cigarette from the table next, seemingly to be his morning routines as of late. Afternoon routines" What time is it" He lit up his smoke with the pink Bic in one hand, setting aside the liquor for now as he picked up his phone. Hitting the central button, the screen light up and made him blink away the blurriness in order to read a number he didn't recognize. He dismissed the message letting him know about the missed call in order to check the time. 11 am, who the fuck is calling me"

He took his sweet time calling the number, downing a good half of the bottle and finishing a second cigarette after stubbing out the first in an ashtray that was already half full from the night before. Stubbing out the second now, he let out a large plume of hazy white smoke and reached for his wife, Janie. A foot-long hot pink bong that he'd had since coming to Earth from Cold Harbor. A bowl of the good green stuff later, he leaned back against the cushions with his phone rested in his lap. Alright, now we're talking. The touch of a hangover was lifted from his no-longer groggy head, he was no longer seeing through a blurry haze either. Time to get to business...

At least he assumed it was business. As he sighed and hit the redial on his phone, he hadn't been expecting the chirping voice on the end of the phone and it took him a moment to place it. "I didn't wake you or disturb you did I?" His brows furrowed as his eyes closed, head tilting back against the couch. Who in the hell....Oh....Lisa. "You did the first time, but it's cool. Just gave me more time in the day to drink." He snickered, opening his eyes as his head came forward. "What did you want?" He tried to make his tone seem more inquiring than snappy towards her, curiosity hitting him in the gut.

It had been about 3 days since he'd helped her that day, with no call in between he'd wondered if she'd actually grown half a brain and decided not to call him after all. That probably would've been the smarter decision. And her next words cleared that up for him, "I was going to call sooner but.....I figured you'd want at least a few days before hearing from me again." She giggled, but there was a hint of nervousness in her tone as well that made him roll his eyes, wrinkling his nose as it had seemed the entirety of his headache hadn't left and the motion had given him a couple second spike before dulling. "And you're calling now because...." He waved a hand in a circular motion, even though she couldn't see it. Get on with it girl. Such the grumpy bear when he first wakes up.

"Oh....um....I finally got some things squared away. Found my purse, turns out I had forgotten it in the bar or someone had found it outside and dropped it off for them to hold onto. Everything was there....Now that I've got my possessions back....I was wondering if you wanted to do something today. Repay you for what you did." He could almost hear her pacing from the other side of the phone. Thought I told you not to mention it, bitch. Instead of saying that, he just crinkled his nose, his impulsive nature taking hold. "Sure, why not' I don't have shit to do today other than get plastered. Sure my liver could use the break." He scoffed, not that he needed to worry about his liver anymore, but that was for a different story.

She let out a little squeal of what he assumed was nervous excitement, which made him close his eyes and hold the phone away from his ear until it stopped, of which he returned the device to the side of his head. "Do I even want to know what that was?" His brows were furrowed, and he genuinely didn't know what the hell that had been about. She cleared her throat and seemed all the more anxious, "Sooorry about that...Um...even if you did, I'd feel a lot better not telling you about it. It's embarassing..." The tone in her voice was sheepish and apologetic, and he could almost hear her blushing from the device pinned to his ear even though the idea of that was impossible.

"Then let's not waste time with your awkward chick squealing." Unless it's a different kind of squealing... "You want me to meet you somewhere or what?" He let out a soft grunt as he pushed his lazy ass from the couch and onto his feet, heading in the direction of the bathroom. If she wanted to hang out, he was in desperate need of a shower. He smelled like he bathed in vodka and nicotine from the night before. "Um, I need to get ready so....Meet me outside my hotel in....an hour?" She said the next quickly, as if to reconcile. "If you want to that is. I can meet you somewhere closer if you want."

"See you in an hour then." He didn't tell her which, she could figure it out. He hung up, tossing the phone on the sink counter as he started stripping down. Let's see what her idea of hanging out is... Something told him it wasn't going to be his idea of fun.

Kitra Voronov

Date: 2016-07-10 16:20 EST
"I have a feeling I already know the answer...but is there anything other than impulses that made you say yes to her?" During the time he'd spent telling her about the phone call, she had seemed to ease down and fall back into her professionalism instead of the skittish deer in the headlights she'd previously been.

She'd also seemed to have finally caught on to the fact that most of his responses to the why did you... questions ended with an answer having to do with his impulsive nature. Now, she was trying to get around that to find different answers, delve into his head a bit. Interesting.

He leaned against the window sill, now having extinguished his first cigarette of the session, his arms crossed over his chest as he mulled over the question. "Hm..." He glanced up to the ceiling as he seemed to fully take the question to heart, and think if there was any other reason other than I felt like it. Finally, after maybe three seconds his shoulders raised in a dramatic shrug and his palms aimed toward the ceiling. "She was cute" I'm a guy' Maybe the possibility of some gratitude nookie?" There was a cheeky grin on his face as he returned his arms to their crossed position over his chest. His brows lifted in quick succession to her. "If you want me to tell you in greater detail I can.." He opened his mouth as if he was going to do just that.

And she cut him off right there, lifting her hand that was holding the pen. "No, that's quite alright, Kitra. I think I've got a hint." She shook her head, trying to keep her professional demeanor and seemed to be adamant on averting her gaze from him. She cleared her throat then, all of a sudden really interested in what she was writing on the clipboard as she asked him the next question. Oh so many questions. "So, you met her at the hotel?"

Simple. "Yeah."

"What did you two end up doing that day?" She had apparently collected herself enough to look up at him then, looking through lash and brow at him over the clipboard.

"Things..." He teased, reaching for the cigarette pack again. He was being a pain in her rear today, since she was already rattled, he wanted to know if he could get behind that professional mask that she tried to keep glued in place.

She sighed, but didn't bite yet. "What kind of things?" The clipboard rested to her lap as she crossed one leg over the other, one hand resting over the other as well as they laid atop the papers clipped to the board. Her brows raised as she stared at him expectantly.

But he did bite, he was quite the biter, that one. "Activity....things..." He gave her a slow grin, even though he knew that she'd quickly figure out he was just messing with her at this point. Though she wouldn't know exactly why, probably brush it off as him just being difficult today. He was prone to have those days, he was a criminal after all. And he'd been relatively compliant last session.

Though she didn't glare or narrow her eyes in any way, she didn't look amused with him. Seems whatever happened with the other patient had rattled her quite a bit. He was now curious to know what had happened. The thought made his grin spread, enough so that the devil would've been proud. "I'll tell you if you tell me what happened." He lifted his chin to her bruised wrist, eyes ticking to it for a moment before they came back to her eyes, now staring intently at her.

She seemed to consider it, jaw clenching and shifting back and forth as she either chewed on her tongue or grinded her teeth. Finally, after a moment of them staring at each other in silence, she exhaled roughly from her nostrils until all the air left her lungs. She gave a single, quick nod. "Fine, but only..." She lifted one finger, as if making a point to him, before actually pointing at him. "...only if you cooperate fully with me today and you answer even my most obnoxious questions." There was a challenge in her eyes that he couldn't resist. She's compromising with me....Fair enough.

He did narrow his gaze at her, lips pursing for a moment before he feigned a defeated expression, adding on a sigh just to sweeten the pot. "Fine. I'll be your perfect little patient. But you better not stiff me on the deal." He narrowed his baby blue hues even further, pointing at her now too. The corner of his mouth twitched upward in a smirk, having been holding the pack in his hands the entire time and he finally moved to light one. Same old ritual as always.

They sat there, him full blown smirking while she was fighting her own while pointing at each other. "Fine....but you first. I don't want you stiffing me on the deal either." She didn't wholly trust him, good.

Wouldn't mind stiffing you another way though... He gave her a once over and bit the corner of his lip, realizing how long it'd been. She caught the look and raised her brows, crossing her arms over her chest while she silently chastized him with her eyes. In which case, he lifted his hands in mock surrender before taking a drag of his cigarrette, exhaling a plume roughly from his nostrils. "Alright, alright. You can't blame me though, it's been a while and you're a gorgeous woman."

She seemed surprised at his bluntness, blinking at him for a moment before shaking her head and seeming a bit flustered. "I appreciate your compliment, Kitra....but that's hardly appropriate." Then why are you trying to hide a smile, bitch' Gotcha~

He smirked, nodding as he moved toward her desk chair, easing himself into the plush leather cushions to relax. "Okay, I'll behave now." He snickered, settling in before he continued.

Kitra Voronov

Date: 2016-07-11 19:12 EST
Waiting outside of her hotel, leaned against a wall with one foot lifted and planted against the wall of the building in a lax demeanor was where the Russian remained. A glance to the time on his phone while he took a deep drag from his cigarette, his hand coming out to flick a section of ash from the tip. Women... She was about ten minutes late, and as if on cue she pushed out of the swing doors with gusto, head swiveling back and forth and seemed to be nervous, if it was any tell that she was thrumming her bottom lip with her fingers.

His foot slid from the building as he shrugged away from the cement wall, taking a step forward as his foot hit the pavement. The small noise he made caught her attention and she turned to look at him, giving him a sheepish wave. "Hi! I'm sorry for being late....I swear, it's like my parents know when I'm busy and decide to ruin it with a phone call." He just shrugged, taking the last hit from the smoke before pinching it between two fingers and flicking it toward the street, just to spray embers at the impact. "It's fine, gave me time to smoke a cigarette." He seemed to be okay with everything, but truth be told, he couldn't feel anger or irritation so she got off easy with being late.

In tight skinny jeans, calf-high boots and a v-neck t-shirt beneath a form fitting jacket, Lisa let out a sigh of relief, possibly thinking he was going to be angry with her. Fingers brushed aside the stray locks that seemed to not want to stay in her ponytail and instead fall across her forehead and frame her face. "So, any suggestions of what we can do around here" If not, I googled a few things." He raised a brow at her, shaking his head. "I don't get out much, so I'll leave the planning to you." She grinned then, her bubbly nature coming out of her like a cascade as she pushed away the sheepish awkwardness, nearly skipping up to him then past him. "Okay, let's go then!" She pulled a piece of paper out of her jacket pocket, pausing as she gave a look around. It clicked in his head that she was looking at directions, leaving him to sigh before turning on a heel to follow her. Something tells me I'm not going to like this... Such an optimist.

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Somewhere along the way, she'd snagged his hand and was trying her best to tug him in various directions to try to find her destination. His boots slapped the pavement, having gotten past his grumbling fit at the physical contact. "Where the hell are we going anyways?" He growled, since she hadn't told them what she had in mind. Her cheeks puffed out in frustration, brown brows furrowed as her head swiveled, looking for the next street. She seemed to want to surprise him, though it was pointless if she couldn't find the place. Finally, she sighed and looked over her shoulder at him. "Gorky Park. I know the website said it's better more for the locals than the tourists....but it looks like fun. I want to see it." She muttered something, looking down at the delicate etching on the piece of paper then at the streets around them.

At the mention of the Park, he rolled his eyes but it wasn't so much because of her destination but if she'd mentioned it before, it would've saved her a good 15 minutes of searching. "The best way to get to Gorky is by taking the Metro. C'mon..." He sighed, twisted his hand out of her grasp only to maneuver his fingers and loop them around her dainty wrist, beginning to tug her down the street. She let out a squeak at the sudden motion but promptly followed when he started pulling her. She nearly skipped up beside him, and when she did, he dropped her wrist. He wasn't one for hand holding. Fingers dipped into his pockets for his pack of Carnivals, plucking one from the pack and offering the pack out to her as he lit his. She looked at it for a moment, keeping pace with him, and just blinked at the offering. "I....don't smoke." With her wrist now free of his grasp, her eyes ticked to his for a moment before looking away. She seemed a bit embarrassed and he didn't understand it.

Taking a deep drag, he shrugged and pocketed the pack. "Suit yourself." She chewed on the pulp of her lip, glancing over to him. "Can I try yours?" He gave her a questionable look which she promptly cleared up, "I just don't want to waste one if I don't like it." His brows furrowed then and he scoffed. "Wait, you've never even tried one before?" He seemed incredulous at that fact, possibly because he'd been smoking since he was 9, even if it was just a cigarette he'd stolen from his mother now and then. A rosy tinge spread across her high cheekbones and she swept her fingers across her forehead to rid it of stray hairs that refused to stay in her up-do. "I was kind of a sheltered kid....Neither of my parents smoke and I went to a private school, so..." He snickered, "Let me guess, you hung out with the cheerleaders and book nerds instead of the crew that was smoking behind the bleachers." He rolled his eyes some before they drifted in her direction. "No! I ran track." She huffed at him for accusing her of being a cheerleader. He hand his hands up, like she had a gun on him, smirking. "Alright, fair enough." Another drag was taken before he held it out to her. "I ran track in high school, too." He admitted, then gave her a once over. "Sprints" Hurdles?" Inquiring what she preferred.

"Hurdles, long jump, triple jump and vaulting." She took the cigarette, but more held it like it was a joint. Made him question some things, but even the way she held it was still wrong. He raised a brow, not only curious at how she was going to take her first hit off a cigarette, but her role in track and field. A glance down at her legs answered that, they seemed well toned but remained slender, and they were long. Eyes trailed back up to her face, "Not bad." He watched as she brought the filter to her lips, a little hesitantly before wrapping her lips around it and....took a bit too much of a hit for her healthy little lungs to handle. She turned her head and balled a fist, bringing it in front of her mouth as she coughed into it, holding the cigarette back out to him. Her face scrunched and she clearly seemed to not like it, her head shook back and forth as she kept coughing, small plumes escaping her lungs with each hack. He cackled, shaking his head as he took the cigarette back. At least she inhaled instead of taking a bitch hit. He couldn't stand it when people just kept it in their mouth and blew it out, the smoke not even going into their lungs. Wasteful...

Her hand smacked into her chest as she let out one final cough, her voice a bit raspy as she'd stopped walking in the midst of her coughing. "For the record," as if to clear up what he might possibly be mentally accusing her of. "It wasn't the smoke....those taste awful! What are they"!" Her nose crinkled as she disdainfully glared at the cigarette as if it'd done her wrong. He raised a brow, glancing down at the cigarette in his hand before he took a drag from it himself. "The fuck you talking about' They're Carnivals." He gave her a look like bitch, don't you be talking shit about my cigarettes. Her nose crinkled and she shook her head, starting to walk again while clearing her throat with another cough. "I want to try a cigarette that doesn't taste like butt." He rolled his eyes at her because she didn't even seem to swear. Where is this bitch from"! He already knew that answer, but he couldn't fathom what kind of family she came from. Innocence wasn't something he understood.

"Ass." He looked at her, raising a brow. She seemed confused, blinking at him as her walking hitched a bit. "What".." She didn't seem to get what he was trying to do. He smirked, taking another long hit from the stick scissored between his fingers. "Say ass." He quirked a brow, waiting expectantly. "Wh-why?" Her brows skyrocketed and she looked at him like he had two heads. "Just say it. You're in Russia. Your priss ass isn't going to last a damn day if you don't toughen up a bit." He stopped walking, seemingly refusing to budge until she complied. She stopped when he did, turning towards him and rubbing her upper arms through the jacket as she chewed on her lip. A sigh left her as she looked at his stubborn expression. She let out a groan and mumbled, "ass..." He cupped a hand around the curve of his ear, raising his brows and leaned his ear toward her. "What was that' I can't hear you, Mouse." She puffed out her cheeks and made a frustrated sound at him. "Ass," she whispered at him, brows furrowing as it was just a little bit louder. "Hm?" He kept it up, leaning further, taking a drag from his cigarette again. She let out an irritated squeak, almost stomping her foot before stopping herself. "Ass, okay' Ass! ASS!" She glared at him then, gripping her arms.

He smirked, ridding himself of the gesture with his ear and he straightened his frame. "There, was that so hard?" She just responded in glaring at him, which only made his smirk turn into a grin. He nodded his head towards another street, turning towards it. "C'mon." His feet already started moving in that direction. She blinked, seemingly confused for a moment before she walked quickly after him until she'd caught up. "What' Where are we going?" She looked over her shoulder to where they had originally been heading. He glanced over at her, taking the final hit from the stick before pinching it between two fingers only to flick it toward the street. "To a gas station. You don't like Carnivals" Let's try a couple others." She looked at him incredulously, having dropped the glare in the midst of her confusion. "Wait, you're getting me cigarettes....just to try them out?" She didn't seem to understand the logic in that. He only shrugged, continuing to walk. "Might as well, Gorky isn't going anywhere. It'll still be there later." He looked over again, giving her a challenging look and waiting for her to back down. She didn't though, so that was another brownie point for her. She sighed out of her nose then nodded. "Alright, fine. Like you said, Gorky isn't going anywhere."

Kitra Voronov

Date: 2016-08-03 21:21 EST
"So you two went to a gas station, and just....had her try out cigarettes?" A brow rose at him, her head tilting only slightly as she studied him. Like Lisa, she didn't seem to understand the logic in it.

He gave her a blank stare, both brows raising at her in turn as he gave her a expression meaning no less than Did I fucking stutter" "Pretty sure that's what I just said." He raised a finger at her, sighing as he pushed himself into a more upward position of sitting in the plush office chair. "And before you ask, just go ahead and assume it was impulse again." Was it though' Was it really'

She seemed to watch him for a long moment, he could almost hear the gears turning in her head as he stared right back at her. Her gaze narrowed just a little like something came to her mind, but she didn't say it. "Alright, I'll humor you....What kind of cigarettes did she seem to favor?"

He didn't bother trying to understand why she wanted those tiny little details, but he let her have her fun with it. Falling back into the chair lazily, it gave a groaning squeak as his weight shifted and it gave a small tilt backwards. He let out a snicker, a soft roll of his eyes. "She seemed to take to the Lights or the Menthol. Plain cigarettes she claimed to be too harsh and taste bitter."

Her brows rose at that, head tilting as she seemed to be never-endingly studying him. Whatever thoughts were going on in her head, she wasn't giving him any hints or saying anything out loud. "I see....you don't seem too approving of that." She inquired, a raise of a brow in his direction.

He raised his hands like someone had a gun on him, tucking his chin against his chest. "Hey now, smoke what ya want. Just seemed a bit prissy and....generic for her to choose them." He admitted, then shrugged. "But it was a start." He tilted his head back to rest against the leather office chair, a hand reaching to the desk for his pack of cigarettes. Did she expect any less considering their current topic"

"A start?" Her fingers laced together, resting over the top knee of her crossed legs. "Are you saying she upgraded from her Light or Menthol cigarettes?" Her head tilted again, and she kept reminding him of a Golden Retriever when she did so.

A coy smile broke free across his face, that little hint of cheekiness that seemed ever-present today. "She warmed up to some things." He didn't offer much more information, sparking up the end of the cherry of his current cigarette. Cheeks indented at the extent of the pull, filling his lungs with the heavenly smoke and nicotine that this conversation had made him crave.

"I'm sure.." She mumbled under her breath, then cleared her throat as if those words she hadn't meant to allow to slip out. Oops, sorry Doc. Hate to tell ya, but you're human. The words brought his glacier blues ticking over to her as he shook out the lit match, tossing it into the wastebin. Trying to redeem her professionalism, "Did you two end up going to Gorky Park?"

"After our hunt for her favored cancersticks, yeah." He snickered, relaxing in the chair with his arms and legs extended. He looked like a lazy bastard today, but he also didn't look like he'd slept much the past couple days.

"I'm not going to have you tell me everything the two of you did....but were there any particular incidents or scenarios that you recall that stood out to you that day' Anything in particular that pops up immediately when you think of that trip to Gorky?" Her gaze bore down on him, like she was trying to pull some Jedi mind tricks to get him to spill the juicy details of the evening. At least that's how he took it.

The corner of his mouth pulled upward as he flashed her a pearly, crude grin. "We didn't fuck on the Ferris Wheel, if that's what you're asking." He was being an ass today, even though he'd promised to behave. Her exasperated sigh and tilt of her head with the added brows told him she wasn't amused today. What shook you so much, woman' You're not as fun today to mess with. He didn't feel an ounce of guilt for giving her shit, but she wasn't even being amusing today. Which only made him all the more curious. He was silent for a moment, mulling over the day he went to Gorky with Lisa, trying to think of something to give the psychologist. He took a long drag from his cigarette before raising his finger as if to make a point. "There is one thing..."

Kitra Voronov

Date: 2016-08-03 23:25 EST
Gorky Park turned out to be an all day event. Between the amusement park rides, including the Ferris Wheel, convincing her to get on the small roller coaster. Entry for the park itself was free, so they could spend freely at the concession stands and various small shops where she wanted to collect "souvenirs" of their trip to Gorky. His souvenirs tended to be far more nefarious than a little statuette of the Buran space shuttle that was on display at the Park. But to each their own.

Getting closer to dusk, where the sky was turning that hazy shade of blue before it turned black, the Russian and the tourist had ventured off to a fountain to enjoy their last snack of the day. One of his personal favorites, Pirozhki. Simple dishes that were like a Russian, homemade style of a hot pocket. Warm, gooey dough filled with various items like meats and vegetables, cheeses. Sometimes baked, but these ones were fried and delicious. The two watched some entertainers playing music and dancing in the dusk of the evening, some of them were holding and maneuvering glow sticks like they were trying to turn Gorky into a sudden rave. Completely contrasting with the music, which sounded like the offspring of folk and africa.

Glacier hues darted from person to person as he sat on the edge of the fountain with Lisa, taking small bites of the Pirozhki in his hand. People watching, studying, it was something he found himself often doing. Like some live action Discovery Channel documentary, watching the behaviors of humans. Within valid reason to, the humans of Midgard were much different than that of Cold Harbor. They were carefree, often reckless, and he hadn't seen a single person look over their shoulder like someone was going to come out and tear their throat out. It was a sight he was still getting accustomed to.

Lisa, on the other hand, was gawking at the entertainment before them, watching the movements of the dancers with a beaming smile around her bite of the doughy hot pocket. She popped the last of the Pirozhki into her mouth, using her freed hands to clap around the crumpled napkin to the performers when it seemed the song was near ending, the dancers slowing their movements and swayed slightly and clapped for each other. "After the crazy things I've seen in my short stay here....it feels so good to see this."

Distracted from his studying, the rest of his own concession-stand delicacy going to his mouth as he crumpled up his napkin into a ball just to flick it toward a nearby trash can. Baby blues shifted over to her, a single blonde brow lifting questioningly until he realized what she meant. "Gorky seems to be pretty lax compared to the rest of Russia. From what I've noticed, it's almost like a sanctuary to the rest of the insanity here." He snickered at the word insanity, a word he used more for her benefit than his own. Compared to home, Russia was a cake walk on a spring day.

Watching him toss the crumpled napkin with ease into the trashcan, she made a failed attempt to mimic his actions. Swing and miss... Having swallowed her food, her cheeks puffed out as she watched the ball bounce off the rim of the bin, rolling to the ground. He would've personally left it there, not caring much for the whole littering ordeal. But she had different plans. Scooping herself off the edge of the fountain to make strides with her long legs toward the napkin, only to bend over —something he didn't miss the view of with his baby blues— and snatch it up, dropping it into the bin.

She seemed to pause, giving a look around with a rather peaceful expression on her face. "I love it here...It's kind of scary, but places like this.." She took a deep breath, taking in the cool breeze that was slowly turning cold as they edged closer to the night, the scents of the nearby river, the concession stand food and the close by flower beds from the walking park itself. "It's like....finding that last M&M at bottom of the trail mix bag where there's only nuts and raisins left." Her button nose crinkled softly at the bridge, an almost embarassed laugh rolling from her lips as she looked at him then looked down.

He watched her almost silently, picking his teeth free of the remnants of the Pirozhki with his tongue. He listened to her talk for a moment, then let out a cackle. "You spend all your time looking for M&M's, you're going to get fat with cavities." He teased, placing his hands on the back edge of the fountain as he let his torso lean back comfortably. "And nuts are good for your health." A coy smirk that he couldn't resist as he watched her look at him with a slightly confused glance. Her virgin innocence only made his smirk widen. "Plenty of protein.." A quick succession of his brows raising as it took her a slow moment before it clicked in her head and her eyes grew wide, her high cheekbones flaring a pretty shade of pink. She looked like she was about to stutter some nonsense and make a fool of herself until he nodded toward an elderly gentleman who was opportunely picking a wedgie. "And we've got our fair share of raisins up in this bitch." He let out a cackle, laughing harder when the elderly man gave a glance around then broke wind. Childish amusement, but it still made the Russian laugh.

Past the moment of the perverse comment, distracted by the mention of the "Raisin" and the ungodly sight of him picking at his underwear, she lifted a dainty hand to cover her mouth as she strained herself to keep in her laughter. Remaining unsuccessful for the most part. "Oh my god....You're terrible.." She accused, shaking her head as a bout of laughter seeped out of her lips.

He gave her a cheeky grin, having lightened up around her little by little throughout the day, he was actually acting a bit human instead of robotic sociopath. His gaze shifted to her, one of those baby blues closed in a wink, "the worst....don't forget it, doll." He teased, shifting his weight to lean on one propped hand to reach into the pocket of his loose jeans for his pack of Carnivals, sparking one up with ease and set the pack along with the lighter on the side of the fountain before resuming his lazy lean.

Her hand dropped from where she was cupping her mouth, the blush had mostly left her cheeks....up until the moment he winked at her. The corner of her lip caught between her teeth as she looked to her shoes, those arms —that seemed to be a tick of hers— curled around herself like she was giving herself a hug. She glanced up after a moment of silence, a seemingly impulsive moment of her own as she walked over to him. Her stride looked far more confident than she felt, using the opportunity of him being distracted by the movement of those packing up their music equipment to leave. Footfalls brought her between his outstretched legs, just in time for him to look up at her questioningly, brows slightly furrowed. She reached out, snatching up the cigarette he held poised between his lips since his hands were busy with keeping himself upright. She let him continue his questioning gaze until it narrowed at sight of her taking his cigarette between her own lips for a drag, resisting the urge to wrinkle her nose at the taste of his god-awful cigarettes.

It was then that she stopped dicking around and went along with her original plan. It was swift, soft and a fleeting brush of lips that was brought to his mouth when she leaned forward, using one hand on his shoulder to keep herself balanced. Her stride towards him was far more confident than her executing her plan of kissing him. She seemed unsure of herself, a bit awkward and she withheld her shyness....up until she moved to upright herself. That blush returned to her cheeks as swift as the kiss she'd given him, her eyes darting away as she slowly held out the cigarette to him. "Thank you for taking me here today..." It was hardly more than a whisper, and she felt proud of herself for not stuttering those words.

His gaze didn't leave her for a moment, watching her take his cigarette and a small smirk portrayed as she bit back the urge to make a face at the taste of it. He'd let the cigarette thief get away with that one. She'd clearly learned not to talk shit about his favored cigarettes! It was the kiss that caught him a bit by surprise. He didn't show shock by his expression other than the faint lift of brows as she leaned forward, using him for balance and smeared her lips across his. The hell kind of a kiss is that' Tease... He didn't say anything, but a soft snicker left his lips as she leaned up and thanked him. He watched her for a good moment, shifting his weight on the fountain edge as he reached out to take the cigarette she offered back to him.

It was his turn to catch her by surprise. He took a lasting, final drag from his cigarette while she stood there awkwardly but didn't move away, hugging her arms around herself again as she seemed to force herself into watching the crew of dancers and entertainers clean up from their gig. Worked just fine for him, as he pinched the filter of the cigarette between his middle finger and thumb, flicking it away from them before abruptly leaning forward to snag his arms around her waist. She let out a squeal of surprise, arms that were hugging herself had moved the moment he got close to her and she put her hands on his shoulders. Her eyes were wide as she was given only a second to give him a what the hell are you doing"! look before he flashed a wicked grin and pushed himself back....taking her with him right into the cold water of the fountain.

Gripping onto his shoulders, she didn't have time to wiggle free of his grasp, mostly out of confusion of his intentions. Being pulled into the cold water of the fountain was not what she was expecting. Letting out a high-pitched squeak as she squeezed her eyes shut before she fell onto him and into the cold water, the shallow pool enveloping around them both but more him than her. It wasn't that deep, no more than a foot and a half, but it was more than enough to send a chill right down to her bones. There was a bit of flailing from her until he let go of her tiny waist, letting her upright herself as he lifted himself from the water with a sputtering cackle.

...That is until she shoved him under the water again as she used him to upright herself, resulting in her sitting on him and giving him one hell of a narrowed glare with those brown hues. Lifting himself out of the water again, he had collected a mouthful of water and the moment he'd broken the surface of the water, he spat the mouthful at her. Her head turned away, eyes squeezed shut again as she swatted at the stream that he was spurting at her. "Ugh! Stop it! You're....you're..." She seemed to fighting for the right word, sputtering herself as some of the water hit her in the face.

When all the water had escaped his mouth, propping himself on his elbows, —as well as ignoring the glances of those passing by the two in the fountain—, the wicked grin made a second appearance. "I'm....what?" His brows rose, blonde bangs sticking to his forehead as he peered up at her, not without noting that she was sitting on him. For now, he allowed her to remain there. With the water no longer being spat at her, she turned a narrowed gaze to him, only to falter a bit. What originally looked like anger turned to mild irritation. A threatening twitch of a smile came to the corners of her mouth as she peered down at him. "An ass!!" She let out a soft, whimsical laughter as she cupped a hand and swatted at the water, sending a wave the chilling liquid headed straight for his face. His cackle was cut short by the sudden burst of water to the face, making him turn his head to cough and spit out a mouthful of the water again. It didn't stop him from looking at her with a gaze and smile laced with mischief.

"And if I get so much of a sniffle...I'll....I'll..." She stammered again, looking away for a moment as she tried to think yet again of something that she would do. He rose up from his propped position, sitting up in the water which only knocked her down into his lap. Her gaze turned to him with wide eyes as he was only a couple inches away from her face, peering at her with eyes full of daring challenge. "You'll..." He drew out the word, giving her an expectant look. "And what exactly are you going to do?" He was taunting her at this point, his cold hands from the icy water shifting to her hips which brought a shiver from the girl, a soft chattering of teeth. "I-I'll..." She shivered, moving her arms in between them so she could hug them around herself, this time for warmth not nervousness...though that was right below the surface. "I don't know what I'll do....but I'll come up with something clever." She shot at him, puffing her cheeks out. She wasn't intimidating in the least, and it brought a full cackle from him, his head tilted back.

"Uh huh.." He didn't seem all that convinced, giving her a flashing grin that was returned with an untrusting glare from her, just as his grip tightened on her hips and he shoved her off his lap and into the water with an evil cackle like a damn villain. She let out a yelp, flailing a bit until she scrambled to her feet. "Ass****!" She barked, letting a pitiful excuse of a growl escape her teeth as she watched him get to his feet.

His brows lifted and he turned a genuine smile on her, nodding his head. "Now we're getting somewhere..."

Kitra Voronov

Date: 2016-08-03 23:42 EST
She was covering her mouth her hand, the pen angled and poised between the curled fingers as she watched him recall the story to her. Though she didn't voice it, her expression said no less than you ARE an ass.

To her expression, he shot a familiar wicked grin, lifting his arms in a dramatic shrug with palms pointed to the ceiling. "I am what I am." He snickered, shaking his head as he reached out to stub the cigarette out in the ashtray settled on the windowsill.

"How....cold....was it?" She inquired, lowering her hand from her mouth and peering at him curiously.

"Cold enough to nearly make me a woman again, but not enough to catch hypothermia or a cold." He scoffed, shaking his head. "Before you ask, no...she didn't get sick." He rolled his eyes, settling back into the chair.

A soft nod came from her, that little bit of relief on her face. At least he wasn't that much of an ass. Or maybe he was...Who knows, really. "Was it an impulse that drove you to pull her into the water?" She inquired, tilting her head like Lassie all over again.

"No," a response she clearly hadn't expected to the lift of brows on her expression. "It was for giving me a shit kiss." He barked out a cackle, bending his arms in to rest his hands on his angled stomach. Her brows furrowed with confusion as she peered at him, "Did you want her to kiss you?" She almost couldn't fathom the idea for a moment.

"No, but if you're going to kiss me, at least do it right instead of half-assing it." He scoffed, then winked at her. The action was no less than suggestive, but he didn't say what was in his mind. Probably for the best because she returned with a mere roll of her eyes. "Moving on, Kitra....Where did you go after taking the....swim....in the fountain?" With the risk of the girl having caught illness was out of the way, she looked like she was holding back her own laughter.

The fact of that almost made him smirk, a twitch appearing at the corner of his mouth before he swiped it away with his hand, sitting up from his slouched position in the chair. A shrug was given, a gentle shake of his blonde head. "Not much, really. She was cold and shivering, so I walked her back to the hotel. Anticlimactic as it sounds." He gave her a fake pout, snickering lightly under his breath.

"That's it' Just walked her home?" A soft raise of brow, like she'd expected more from the story. Anticlimactic was a good way to put it....

"That's it. She was cold. My balls had disappeared on me. It was getting late." He shrugged, "She did ask if she'd see me again, but I didn't really give her a definite answer. That's about it." He admitted, to which she gave him an expectant look.

"Clearly you did see her again, though." Clearly.

"A few days after Gorky Park." He nodded, confirming the fact he saw her again. "I called her."

That's when her brows rose and she shifted her weight like the excited little psychologist about to get the juicy details from the murderer. "You called her this time?"

He nodded once, giving her a questionable look. Fucking shrinks...

Kitra Voronov

Date: 2016-08-04 03:28 EST
"Hello?" The voice that answered on the second ring seemed no less than surprised at the random phone call at two in the morning. But from the lack of grogginess, she didn't sound like she'd been asleep. Surprising, she doesn't go to bed at 8 pm.

The thought brought a soft snicker from his lips as he kicked his feet up onto the coffee table. "You weren't asleep." He didn't state it as a question, but a confirmed statement.

"N-no. I was trying to watch late night Russian television..." There was a soft laughter that rang through the phone line, a light crunching following her words like she was eating something.

"Oh yeah' How's that going for you?" A soft click of the mouse as he clicked refresh on Wikipedia's "random article" button. Penangunni....2013 Malayalam 3D film directed by....Yeah, that looks like a crock of shit. Click.

"Horrible! I have no idea what they're saying. You're like....one of the few Russian's I've spoken to that I can even understand the damn accent." She huffed, the puff of air crackling over the phone. He could almost hear the embarrassment over the phone as she continued. "I'm sorry....I didn't mean to sound like I'm bashing the Russian accent or anything. You can blame me for being American."

That little offering made him cackle, a sly grin at the fact that she already seemed to know about the Russian pride and not to bash their culture or country. "Muricaaaaa.." He drew out the name, trying —and failing— to make an American accent. It was a pitiful attempt he'd admit. "That's alright, the dialect is pretty harsh. We can be harder to understand than the Germans sometimes." Click. Click. Click. Mairead McGuinness....first lady graduate from University College Dublin's Bachelor of Science...Good for you, bitch.....Guinness is shit beer though.

Her whimsical laughter rolled through the earpiece of his phone, an audible swallow of whatever the hell she was eating. "It's so true, more aggressive too. You guys always sound angry." She teased lightly, as it seemed she could more easily hold up a conversation over the phone than in person.

"We are angry. It's because our balls are always frozen to our thighs. Makes us Russians rather cranky." He teased right back, only to hear her almost choke on what she was eating, leaving him sitting there cackling. He didn't enjoy the sound of her choking....not at all...

"Oh my god, Kitra! You weren't kidding. You're the WORST." Her laughter followed suit, raspier than before due to the almost choking she'd done.

"I told you," and he did, too. She should've listened. Though that was mild compared to how vulgar he normally was. Give it time, doll.

She was silent for a moment, apparently the almost-choking she'd done hadn't swayed her away from her snack. Finally, she let a groan. "Ughhhh. It's all just infomercials now. Apparently that's a universal thing." She grumbled, silent for a moment. "And I'm nowhere near tired."

His lips twisted as he chewed on the pulp of his lip, glancing at the clock. 2:17 am. He still had a few hours to go before he hit the hay, and a glance to the open bottle of Stoli told him he still had another half to go before he would call it quits for the night. "You want me to come over?"

She was quiet for a moment, not even as much as the crunching of teeth gnashing food to be heard as she seemed to contemplate his offer. "Okay...I'd offer to meet you somewhere...but.." That light touch of embarrassment in her tone near the end.

"Little Red Riding Hood doesn't want to deal with the Big Bad Wolf at night again, I get it." Typical trauma reaction, he wasn't surprised by that fact. "It's cool, I'll be there in about 15 minutes." He grunted, sitting up from the couch, not bothering to hear her reply as he clicked "end" on his cell phone and slid it into his pants pocket.

Grabbing keys, the bottle —Stoli never goes to waste— and his cigarettes, and he was headed out the door.

Kitra Voronov

Date: 2016-08-09 22:05 EST
"What did you do when you got there?" She was writing something on her clipboard. These days, she seemed to always be writing something on that thing.

"Honestly, we just hung out. I showed her the channels to the good late night stuff, we ate probably way too much snacks. We smoked too many cigarettes, I drank." He shrugged, seemingly nonchalant about the ordeal altogether.

"That it?" She glanced up at him from that clipboard, pen in mid-motion as she peered through long lashes at him.

He tilted his head at her, raising those blonde brows as high as they could go. "I swear, you're just waiting for me to tell you when I boned her." His exceptionally cheeky grin was on full display, showing those pearly whites and everything.

Her eyes narrowed slightly before she finished what she was writing. "No, in fact. I'm just making sure you're not withholding any significant details from me." Her jaw was set with slight irritation, perhaps it was due to his flirtatious nature. Or maybe it was something else altogether.

"I haven't done so this far, why would I start now?" He tilted his head back in the chair, that grabby hand reaching out for his pack of cigarettes.

"We're delving deeper into your relationship with Lisa, that's why." It was spoken matter-of-factly. "I've had many patients open up plenty until the harder information came forth, typically revolving around the crime that put them in here." She sounded like a textbook come to life, all information and hardly any differenciating tone.

With his head tilted back, the stick moving toward his waiting lips, he peered down over his cheek bones at her. "I've got nothing to hide." Spoken just as monotone as she was portraying, perhaps for that sole purpose.

"I'm sorry," taking not of his sublety that she was being bland with him. "I just don't want you to fall back from your recovery now. You're doing well, I want to keep it that way. In order to so, I need you to be open with me." More spilling of information, blah blah blah. She finally settled back in her chair, seeming to be moving on from that little interception. "Did she drink with you that night?"

"No. I tried to get her to try it, but she said the smell burned her nose." He snickered, tilting his head forward so he could light the end of the cherry with the match, a flick of the wrist to extinguish the flame then he was tossing the burnt match stick into the trash can. His cheeks hollowed at the extent of the drag, a glance to the pack revealed to him that it was the last one. He slowed his roll on this one, savoring the last cigarette of the session, and the day.

She nodded then, a soft smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Stoli can be rather harsh for those unaccustomed." She noted, she'd also been counting his cigarettes. A glance to the clock told her there was a little over five minutes left of today's session. "Pussies.." he muttered beneath his breath just before she continued on, "We're almost done today, there's not much time left for another story. Why don't you enjoy your cigarette and let me know when you're ready for me to call the guards." She flipped through her notes of that day, perhaps making more mental notes for questions to ask with the next session. "In the meantime, I want you to think of more significant pieces of yours and Lisa's relationship that stand out to you over the rest. Alright?"

He was almost halfway done with his smoke now, a slow nod of his head to the information being spat at him. "Fine." Simply put, and to everything she said.

Kitra Voronov

Date: 2016-08-12 20:06 EST
Next Session Next Week

That week had been spent thinking a bit too much about Lisa. It wasn't particularly something he cared to do, but in order to keep up his "recovery", he had to do what the good doctor asked. Those seven nights had been spent laying in bed, staring up at the bunk above him, listening to his cellmate's snoring and remembering everything. Switching between memories in his head until his mind gave in and slipped into unconsciousness.

She was dead. And he still couldn't get away from her.

Today was no different than any other time it was his scheduled time with Mrs. Psychologist. Escorted by guards, waiting for her previous patient to leave the room. Then enter like he owned the place.

"Good to see you again, Kitra." She was at the file cabinet, having put the previous patient's file away, as well as her notes. The jingling sound of keys fell across the room as well as the scraping click of the cabinet's key turning in the lock and switching the mechanism.

"You know, you skipped out on your part of the deal." He said blatantly, having not remembered about their little deal until the session was over and he was halfway back to his cell.

She blinked, turning to face him and she looked at him apologetically. He hated those looks. "You're right....I did. And that's not fair." She moved to her desk, unlocking the top right drawer and retrieving a pack of Carnivals from the carton she kept just for him. She tossed the pack to him, closing up the drawer and giving a quick turn to the lock with the key. "I don't like breaking my promises to my patients. Sit down. I'll tell you about what happened." She didn't look all too pleased with it, but she was good on her word. He respected that.

"Alright." He snatched the pack out of the air, moving over to the window sill on the opposite side of where she was moving toward her favored shrink chair. And just like every other time, it took him all of ten seconds to have the pack opened and cigarette lit, as well as that first drag that he cherished. His baby blues drifted over to her, lifting his chin. Your turn to spill, Doc.

She got settled, having retrieved his file and her clipboard of notes with a fresh new sheet to scribble on. When she was comfortable, a slow sigh escaped her, seeming to take a moment. She knew that it was inappropriate to discuss it with him, but a good psychologist knows that in order to trust, some things have to be given instead of taking all the time. "I was attacked before our last session. The patient seemed to have gotten....a little too excited during our session. He jumped me." She wasn't looking at him, guilt for spilling sacred patient information.

He raised a brow, curiosity and amusement riddled on his features as wisps of smoke drifted out of his nostrils. "Did he get anywhere?" He didn't seem all that phased by what she told him. It was prison, and not the best one. There were rapists and murderers galore from cell to cell. Did she really expect it to be a cake walk" She was possibly the only woman in the prison that they could see, or had seen in some years.

"No, the guards stopped him before anything happened." She sighed, seeming to keep her eye contact on the sheet before her. Questions and notes she'd memorized over a dozen times already.

"Then why so twitchy when I came in?" He didn't quite understand why an attack that hadn't gone anywhere had her so shaken and jumpy. She worked in a prison, he couldn't imagine that was the only time.

"He was doing so well, it wasn't the attack itself that shook me up. It was the fact that he tried." Her voice was softer, that little admittance was like a grand secret that she was relaying to him. Now we're getting somewhere.

"So you felt like you failed." He said blatantly, nearly finished with his first cigarette already.

"Perhaps." She said it plainly, averting her gaze away from him.

"You can't save everyone, Doc." He was staring at her, had been since she opened up to him for once.

She was silent for a moment, as if either considering or contemplating his words. Her mouth twisted as she chewed on her lip, and he noted that tick. What number are we at now" He'd lost track. But the numbers didn't count, it was just remembering the ticks. "Did you think of any significant memories with Lisa this week?" Aaaand, there it is. The switch. She seemed to have turned back to her professionalism, over the whole open book ordeal already.

He snickered, finishing off the last drag of the cigarette as he turned away only to stub out the cigarette tray she'd laid out for him. "A couple." He didn't keep hounding her for information, she'd give him something. It was a start.

"Let's get started then. Tell me the first one, preferably in order." She readied her clipboard, pen poised to take notes as she finally turned her gaze on him, waiting for him to spill his guts.

Kitra Voronov

Date: 2016-08-12 20:47 EST
Half asleep, half awake was the Russian. He'd passed out sometime that morning from alcohol consumption. No surprise there. It seemed to be a daily ritual at this point. Knock knock. He let out a groan, his blonde head turning this way and that as his conscious tried to rouse itself. It took a few more knocks to wake him, finally peeking open one of those baby blues as it darted toward the door across the room. Knock knock. It was a soft rapping, from notably soft knuckles.

A particular poem came to mind, and he snickered. "'Tis some visitor, tapping at my chamber door. Only this and nothing more." He let out a grunt, forcing himself upright as he pulled himself from the sunken couch cushions. Rubbing sleep from his eyes with the heels of his hands, his bare feet padded to the front door. One hand curling around the knob, he gave it a twist and yank, pulling it wide open.

"Hey," and there was a Lisa. Her mousy brown hair seemed to be a bit tousled and damp, working out by her slender fingers that were trying to smooth it down. She blinked, then stared at him for a moment, narrowing her gaze as she peered. "Did I wake you up"..." She looked like she was about to spill a boat load of apologies.

Before she could, he raised a hand to silence her. "Morning, Raven." He noted, turning away from her to head back to his perch on the couch. Nicotine and alcohol were in order. His morning ritual. He left the door open for her, giving her the option of coming in.

"Raven..." she blinked, seemingly confused by his greeting. My name isn't Raven... was written all over her face, making him snicker. "It's not morning, it's 3 o'clock in the afternoon." Her soft steps followed him inside, closing the door behind her. She was simply dressed, jeans that seemed to hang a little loose on her slender frame, a plain white t-shirt. What was notable was the leather jacket that was covering the shirt.

He plopped his rear onto the couch cushion, snatching up the pack of cigarettes and wasting no time in lighting one. He still had a sleepy expression on his face, squinting one eye closed against the smoke that was wisping from the brightly lit cherry. "Close enough," to her recall of the time, the cigarette bouncing as he spoke. He tossed the pack onto the coffee table, making it skid and the lighter bounce across the wooden surface. That hand sought out the fresh vodka bottle that was sitting close by, like the cigarette he wasted no time in uncapping it and taking an (un)healthy swig from it. "Nice jacket." He pointed out, raising a single blonde brow at her. He knew it was new, at least to some extent. Leather didn't seem to be her style.

She'd rolled her eyes at him, moving to the couch after a quick glance around and sat herself down on the couch next to him. She'd seem to have stuck with the cigarettes since they'd spent time together, retrieving her own pack of Menthols from her jacket pocket, smiling softly. "Thanks, I found it at a thrift shop. Fifteen bucks." she noted, striking up her own cigarette with a mini lime green Bic.

"That's a steal," making conversation, though there wasn't much feel behind it. I hate small talk... he thought, switching back and forth between the cigarette and Stoli. He looked her over then, that blonde head turning as he feigned offense. "What, no breakfast?" They'd gotten acquainted enough with each other by that point over the past couple weeks to tease each other, more him though than her.

She gave him a look, raising her brows. "You'll get breakfast when you actually wake up in the morning...You'll have to wait until dinner." she teased, poking a small pink tongue out at him, the action making her squeeze her eyes shut.

"So cruel, so heartless. If you're going to wake a man up, you could at least bring food or suck his dick." His crude comment was followed up by a Joker-like grin, devilish in nature. He found grand amusement in teasing her, figuring out that sexual comments tended to make her nervous. Ha, virgin.

She'd rolled those pretty hazel eyes, until they widened. Her cheeks flushed a soft pink, staring at him for a moment. Perhaps trying to figure out if he was kidding or not. "I....I don't..." she stammered, turning her gaze away and biting her lip. The more he kept his gaze on her, the brighter pink her cheeks got and the more she avoided his eyes.

He stared at her for a moment, waiting until her cheeks had turned nearly into dual tomatoes. Finally, he let out his cackle when she looked like her head was going to pop like a balloon. "Chill, I'm joking." he snapped his leg out, knocking his knee against hers as he lightly continued to cackle, those blonde bangs drifting over his forehead as he shook his head. "Too easy," he muttered, lifting the bottle of Stoli to his lips again.

"Ass," she huffed, lashing a hand out to swat at the knee that'd bumped her. She still wasn't really looking at him, her cheeks slowly receeding to her lightly tanned flesh tone. It was a slow endeavor.

"Prude," he retorted, giving her swatting hand a light swat of his own. The cigarette clutched between his lips bounced lightly when he said that lone word, dropping ash on his jeans.

From what he'd noticed, she was a little bit OCD when it came to being neat. And she couldn't help but brush the ash from his pant leg, puffing her cheeks out. "Pig..."

He didn't retort with a comeback, only pulled his cigarette from his mouth to pig squeal at her. Metal style. His eyes widened, veins protruding from his neck as he manipulated his voice to do a deep, growling squeal.

She stopped her brushing of his pants leg, looking up at him with raised brows before she broke out in her lyrical laughter. Shaking her head as one hand came up to cover her mouth. "You're such a freak!" It was a light tease, the pig squealing seeming to be amusing her.

The sound died off in his throat and he flashed her a wide grin, brows dancing at her as he leaned forward to stub out the cigarette. "In the sheets." He noted, standing to his feet. A final swig of the Stoli before he released it from his grasp, setting it on the coffee table. He started to move past her, suddenly turning in her direction as he lifted his hands to cup behind his head like he was about to get cuffed by a cop. Clutching his bottom lip between his teeth, his face scrunched as he made one single, aggressive thrust in her direction.

"Kitra!" she squeaked, covering her face with her hands as she giggled, shaking her head.

He let out a cackle, head tilting back before he moved on to walk across the room.

She lowered her hands when he moved, swiveling her head with brows furrowed. "Where you going?"

"To take a piss, you wanna hold it for me?" he turned sideways while he walked, brows raising as his arms lifted in a come at me motion.

She gave him a look of disgust, brows furrowing as her mouth opened. "Oh, gross!" she called out, puffing her cheeks at him.

Letting out that estranged cackle of his as he turned back to his destination, the bathroom door. "That's what I fucking thought."

Kitra Voronov

Date: 2016-08-12 21:19 EST
She sat there, listening, waiting to seemingly get to the punchline that never came. By the time he was done, she had a that's it" look. She didn't seem to understand why that was a significant memory for him.

"That was the first time I really noticed she was changing." He said bluntly, the heels of his hands pressed to the sill he was lounging on, the action forcing his shoulders to shrug.

"Changing?"

"Acting different. When I first met her, she was a shy little thing that wore shit like....sundresses and pigtails and shit." That was exaggerated and untrue, but he was making a point. His brows rose, tilting his head like he was waiting for her to get it.

Slow realization spread across her features as her head bobbed in a nod. "...the leather jacket.." There ya go, Doc.

"And the lack of hesitation with smoking." He noted, letting his shoulders fall when he moved his hands away from the sill.

"I see. Do you think she was trying to do it to impress you?" She gave him a once over, noting the tattoos and the alternative style.

"Maybe, I don't really know. At least, I didn't then." He admitted.

"And if that is the case, how does that make you feel?" She tilted her head, explaining further, "her changing to suit your style, I mean."

He gave her a look that said it all. Did you really just pull the generic 'how does that make you feel' line on me"

She sighed, rolling her eyes. A soft smile spread as a miniscule laugh followed. "Yes, I know. But the question stands," clearly not letting him out of it. Generic or not.

He groaned lightly, clearly despising that question. "Honestly, at first it made me want to call her a sell out for not sticking to what she is. But.." he sighed, reaching for that pack of Carnivals. "Then I got curious."

"Curious?"

"To see how far down the rabbit hole she was going to fall."

"And just how far did she fall?"

"......Pretty far..."

Kitra Voronov

Date: 2016-08-12 21:37 EST
Running, he was running.

Track and field had played an important part of his survival in Cold Harbor. What humans called 'parkour', he merely called running for his life. As it stood, he really didn't need to....but it was a habit that he'd never broken. One of the few habits he had that wasn't self destructive.

He'd just rounded the corner to the street that his apartment rested when his phone started buzzing. His feet slapped the pavement, slowing in pace until he finally stopped, standing there with his chest heaving. Breathing through his nose until his heart rate returned to normal. He slid his phone out of his pocket, clicking the side button to light up the phone's screen. Lisa.

"Hy, u wantsto comm ovr?"

His brows furrowed until one raised. Girl, I know you're not that illiterate.

Typing out a quick reply, he shook his head. It wasn't like he really had anything else going. He broke into a sprint again, heading right up to his apartment.

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He'd showered, changed and was back on the street within fifteen minutes. I don't know why women take so fucking long to get ready. He snickered, turning a corner to head in the direction of her hotel.

The walk was short, knowing the short cuts and detours to take by then to make it no more than a five minute walk from his place to her hotel. He didn't know why she was still staying there, according to her....why not' My parents are paying for it, it's cheaper than most apartments and I have everything I need. It's a short commute to all the stores I go to. That'd been her response, and he didn't really argue with it.

Through the spinning doors of the hotel, it was the desk clerk that stopped him. He looked busy, dealing with two customers that were complaining up a storm. "Hey! You! You're Lisa's friend, right?" He called out, raising his index finger to try to get the Russian's attention.

"Da?" he responded, pausing in step as he turned his head to look at the one addressing him.

The clerk said a few words to the residents, who looked huffy with their arms crossed over their chest. Not pleased in the least. He seemed to be apologizing to them, over and over. He moved around the desk, walking right up to Kitra. He leaned forward some, hushing his tone as he lifting a finger to the residents, signaling he'd just be a moment. "We've....been having some complaints over the past hour or two about loud music coming from her room. We've addressed her once about it, but it started right back up. Can you do us a solid and have her turn it down" I really don't want to have to involve the police in this. She's a sweet girl, but I think she's on a bender tonight." His voice was hushed, rushed and he looked nervous asking the Russian to do him a favor like this.

His brows furrowed for only a moment before rising up his forehead, those baby blues shifting over to the staircase. "Lisa....seriously?" he half didn't believe the clerk. Bender" That little priss" He let out a cackle, blues lifting up to the ceiling. The hell you doing up there girl" He shook his head, tilting his torso as he moved past the clerk. "Heh heh....yeah, I'll take care of it." Just never mind the stench of Stoli on his own breath...

Kitra Voronov

Date: 2016-08-12 21:42 EST
"A bender?" she said, creating a little intermission to his story.

He let out a cackle at the memory, shaking his head. "Yeah, a fuckin' bender." he repeated, nodding his head before taking another drag of his cigarette.

Her brows rose at that, a touch of surprise. "How many days had past since the memory before?"

"Only three," he noted, giving her an amused expression like I know, right" It was still a memory that greatly amused him.

"My, my." she muttered, writing something down on her clipboard.

"Can I continue now"..." he asked, making sure she was done with her damned interrupting questions.

She waved her hand at him, pen poised as she nodded. Going back to her writing, "Yes, sorry. Keep going."

Kitra Voronov

Date: 2016-08-12 22:27 EST
He'd taken the stairs to her floor nearly two at a time, bounding up them in amused expectation. Is she finally falling off the edge" He always enjoyed watching good people fall off the deep end. And there was curiosity about what she was like when she was drinking. Maybe she gets violent. It was wishful thinking.

There was no missing that loud music, edging closer to her door down the hall, it got louder and louder. She straight up had it blasted. Reaching the door, he gave the knob a testing wiggle. Unlocked, good. He pushed down on the handle, pushing open the door to see her jumping up and down on the bed.

Her brown hair was tousled, she was dressed in a long shirt that buttoned up the front and came down to the tops of her thighs. It was plaid, a forest green and black with touches of grey lines amongst the others. From her jumping up and down, he could at least tell she was wearing underwear beneath it. "Hey, Tigger. Clerk's bitching about your tunes." He let the door close behind him, moving over to the stereo that looked new. He didn't turn it off, but he at least turn it down. He wasn't a buzz kill, but it was a bit of a pain in the ass to yell over the blasting music. He was rather fond of his hearing, and didn't want to go deaf.

It wasn't until he turned down the music that she noticed him, pausing in her jumping on the bed to let out a "hey!" in disagreement to his choice. If I'd been here to kill you, you'd be dead as a nail, kid. He raised a brow at her, turning those baby blues to the huffing girl. His gaze drifted back to where the stereo rested, head tilting as he witnessed the mass of mini Smirnoff bottles. He picked on up and nearly laughed. "So you'll drink vodka.." he shook his head.

The grumpy expression only lasted a moment before she pranced over the bed, swaying in her intoxicated manner until she jumped off the bed. Landing with a soft thud in front of him, she stumbled and had to grab onto him else she would've fallen. "I....hic!....I like the shtrawberry kind." She giggled, slurring some of her words.

Amusement laced his face as he turned his attention back to her, tossing the bottle back onto the counter as he caught her with the other hand. He let out a cackle, head pulled back so he could take a look at her. "I can see that."

She beamed up at him, smiling wide as she squinted her eyes closed to the extent of her smile. She dropped it in a flash, eyes like a doe as she stared up at him. "You came though! C'mooooon. Come jump with me." She stumbled back, tugging on his shirt to try to get him to jump on the bed with her.

He grunted as he was tugged, taking a slow step forward. Glancing between his stretched shirt and her, he shook his head. "How fucking drunk are you?" He strode forward, the continuous tug tug on his shirt guiding him to the bed before he lifting his leg to ease himself onto it. The comforter was half flung off the bed, pillows scattered on the floor and the sheets were crumpled.

She'd managed to climb onto the bed, nearly stumbling and faceplanting before she caught herself and stood up. When standing, it took her a minute to answer. Hands balled and tucked beneath her chin, both index fingers came together at the pads as it covered her lips. "I dunno....how drunk ish 8 mini bottlesh?" She let out another hiccup, probably because she was jumping on the damn bed.

"To you? A lot." he cackled, shifting his weight on the bed. He glanced down at the sheets, turning his head around. "You know the frame's going to break if we're both jumping on it, right' It's not the kinda 'bed breaking' I'm really int-..." by the time he'd turned to look at her, she was lunging for him.

Her fingers curled and clamped onto the fabric of his shirt as she'd leaped at him. If it wasn't for the fact that the mattress was uneven and soft, he probably would've easily caught the scrawny twig of a girl. Alas, he wasn't that lucky this time. Her weight knocked him clear backward, falling off the bed —thankfully it wasn't that tall— and onto his back on the floor.

He let out a cough as the wind was momentarily knocked from his lungs, fortune must've been on his side that he didn't knock his skull against the floor, landing instead on the pile of blanket that had been bounced off the bed. What he didn't get so lucky about....was her falling on him, driving her knee right into his groin. "Son of a bitch..." he groaned, letting out a few strained coughs along with those words as he squeezed his eyes shut.

She'd tried to be as smooth as a pouncing cat! ....She'd only managed to knock into him like a damned bull. She landed on him, so she was totally fine. "What' What happened?" she slurred, seeing the pained expression on his face. Her eyes widened with guilt and worry as she looked down at him, scrambling up to her hands and knees. It wasn't until she saw his hands moving to cover his crotch that she realized what had happened. "Oh my god! I'm so shorry!" Her hands covered her mouth and she looked like she was going to cry she felt so bad. She'd been raised to never hit a man there, and well...she liked this guy.

"It's fine....just give me a minute.." he grunted, eyes staying closed as he laid still, hands covering his junk as he waited for the throbbing pain to pass. But he'd gotten a kneecap right to the balls, so that was going to be difficult. He groaned, rolling onto his side.

"Kitra....ohhhh." she felt so guilty, it was plainly written all over her face. She scrambled to her feet, stumbling over to the mini fridge she had in the corner, pulling out a larger bottle. Possibly one he'd forgotten there previously and she didn't drink his brand. She stumbled back over to him, sliding down to her knees as she sat back on her ankles, holding the bottle out to him with one hand, the other nudging his shoulder. "Here....drink this. I'm so, so, so, so, sorry." like a broken record of apologies.

The pain was slowly ebbing away, for reasons that won't be mentioned until much later. He lifting himself onto a forearm, moving to his knees with his hand still covering the goods. His forehead brushed the floor as he slowly eased back to sit up on his ankles. He held up the free hand, trying to silence her. "I'm fine, not the first time I've gotten sack tapped." he let out a cackle, no anger in his tone or expression. Just some pain. "Seriously, stop fucking apologizing. It's cool.....I'll take that booze though." he peered over to her, a half-cocked smirk littering his face as he took the bottle from her hand. She'd been gracious enough to remove the cap for him, so he brought the nozzle to his mouth, nearly chugging the clear liquid. He hissed through his teeth when he was done, taking a breath that had been cancelled by his drinking.

She looked down at her hands, fingers playing with the hem of her shirt as she ducked her head. "How are you not mad at me?"

He snickered then, the pained knot in his stomach slowly ebbing away as the pain was receding. "Please, if I get pissed at everyone that hit me in the nuts, I'd hate everyone I know. Besides, at least yours was an accident. I hope..." he cackled, setting to bottle aside for now. His baby blues shifted over to her, one brow raising as he propped his hands on his thighs. He didn't dare to stand just yet. "What the hell were you trying to do anyways?"

"Of course it was an accident!" That's when she looked sheepish again, turning her head away from him altogether. "Um..." she mumbled, fiddling with the hem of her shirt before she shot a fleeting glance at him. Her gaze couldn't stay in one spot, and she finally decided to return it to her lap. Her entire face was red at this point. "....kiss you..." she mumbled, silently hoping he hadn't heard her.

His brows rose at that, not expecting that answer. He gave her a questionable look....then burst out in a fit of cackling. "Damn, girl. You're a fucking prude, give you 8 bottles of Smirnoff and you turn into a damn panther." amusement slithered from his words as they fell from his lips, shaking his head.

"Strawberry Smirnoff..." she corrected, trying to tease and get past her embarrassment. The red was sticking though. "I....momentarily....thought I was smoother than I am..." she admitted, snidely laughing at herself as she plucked at a stray string from her shirt.

"Perks of liquid courage," he noted, snickering. He looked at her downtrodden disappointment of the failed attempt to kiss him. A roll of those blues, he scoffed. "Fucks sake, girl. Just come here." He moved through the lingering throb of pain as he leaned forward, shifting to his hands and knees with his knuckles pressed to the floor. When he'd told her come to him, her head had lifted with confused scattered across it. He used the opportunity of her lifting her head to move forward and press his lips firmly to hers.

Her lips were tight, still for a moment as she was caught by surprise by his kiss, eyes staring widely at him. It took her a moment, her cheeks flushed and warm before she relaxed. She was a terrible, terrible kisser at first. Tight lipped and shy, and it wasn't until her guilt washed away that she could really get into it. The momentarily sobering act of hitting him in the fun sack had been shoved away, letting that liquid courage wash over her again. Her fingers lifted slowly, then roughly dove into his hair, keeping him in place.

By the time she'd gotten into it and fingers were in his hair, he let himself get into it. He'd only planned on going for a kiss to get her to stop moping about her failure, but well....he was intoxicated himself and it had been a while. His tongue snaked between her lips, tasting the strawberry alcohol that still laced her tongue. Instead of staying in such a position, he pushed forward, guiding her to her back as he crawled over her. Using his knees to knock her legs to the side as he loomed over her, but she didn't seem to mind.

That was made even more apparent when her hushed whisper broke the kiss, a soft pleading as she kept her eyes closed. If she looked up at him, saw him looking at her, she might not have gone through with it with her shy embarrassment. "Touch me..."

Kitra Voronov

Date: 2016-08-12 23:25 EST
And....he started to go into grand detail. Possibly just to watch Doc squirm.

Finally, she looked up from her clipboard, squeezing her eyes shut as she waved her hands back and forth. "Alright, alright, alright. That has nothing to do with your recovery. Let's skip those details." She breathed heavily through her nose, eyes wide as she muttered under her breath. "Jesus..."

"I disagree, it can be a very good recovery tactic." he objected, giving her a wide-eyed innocent look. Feigned, of course.

Doc's eyes narrowed at him, looking up through brow and lash. "You're doing it to make me uneasy."

Innocence was shot out the window when it was replaced with a sly, mischievous grin. "Me talking about oral sex makes you uneasy' Is it because you imagine it or....Because frankly, I could probably detail it better to paint a better picture for you.."

"No! I just....can we move on, please?" She pinched the bridge of her nose, the pen angled away from her face. To him saying he could paint a better picture, "You painted a picture just fine, Kitra. Let's move on."

"So you did picture it.." he persisted, his chin tucking down as he peered at her.

"No!" she was getting flustered, and he was eating it up like it was making his day. So much for your professionalism, Doc.

He even went so much as bumping it up a notch. He'd gone easy on her these past few months, and he was growing impatient. But not too impatient to fuck up the grand scheme.

"Do you find me attractive?" his head tilted much like a dog, acting as if he was just showing curiosity.

"..That's very inappropriate, Kitra." she narrowed her gaze at him, displeased with how this was turning around.

"I think it's very appropriate. What if my problems with relationships stem from shit self esteem' My need for attention because I lack confidence in myself?" he inquired, brows raising as he gave her viable reasons.

Her jaw tensed, swallowing. She was stuck. Cornered. A cornered animal will lash out to it's attacker. Let's see how she handles pressure. "You're a very attractive man, Kitra. Some," she pointed out, redirecting her opinion and turning it into a third party perspective point of view. "....women are very much attracted to blonde hair and blue eyes. You take good care of yourself, with exception to the drinking. But you've been clean for months now. When you're released, I think you'll find an exceptional suitor." Bam. Deflected.

He was impressed. A small quirk of a grin showed through his feigned acting, and he nodded. His hand pressed to his chest, fluttering his lashes dramatically. He'd cornered her for sure, but she wiggled out of it. Time to let up on her. "One day....I'll find a suitable wife....who will put up with my bullshit..." his tone was cheesily dreamy. He didn't want her closing up on him. That previous question had been bold, perhaps too risky to make. But impulses were impulses.

Doc's professionalism slipped as his little act eased the situation, getting her to loosen back up. Laughing softly, she shook her head. "Let's get you recovered and out of here so you can find her, hm?" Playing along with his antics.

She's a good doctor. It's a shame I'm going to have to break her.

Kitra Voronov

Date: 2016-09-03 12:32 EST
Hair mussed from the movement throughout their little rendevous, she fell back against the pillows. "That....was....incredible," she laughed nervously, eyes heavy between the alcohol and what had just happened. She tugged the sheet up higher against her bare chest, like all of a sudden she was shy and trying to cover herself. "So....that's what I've been missing all this time," biting her plump bottom lip as she watched him slide out from beneath the sheet.

Wiping his mouth while simultaneously smoothing back those blonde locks, he let out a cackle. "Apparent-fucking-ly," he snickered, walking around shirtless to the side of the bed to snag up his pack of cigarettes he'd at some point tossed to the floor to rid his pockets of them. Bending down with a grunt, he snatched them up. That wide Joker grin spread as he peered at her tousled mousy tresses. "You have a good time at least?" He questioned her, though if the mess left behind didn't say it enough.

Her head rolled to the side to look at him, brows rising like are you friggin' kidding me" "You couldn't tell?" she scoffed, trying to sound sassier than what she was, it was difficult to do when contrasting with the blood that was creeping up her neck and to her cheeks in a blush. It seems throughout the session they'd just had, she's sobered up significantly. Sitting up, she kept the sheet tucked tightly against her chest but her back remained bare as she peered over at him. "Are you....going to be okay?" Her brows furrowed as she looked at him, seeming embarrassed by asking him that as she looked down at the sheet for a moment.

She was still a virgin, through all of that. He hadn't made any move to change that. He'd already lit one of those dreadful Carnivals, cheeks hollowing as he took a heavy pull from it before looking around for the bottle of vodka. Spotting it not too far away, he strode over and snatched it up from the floor. At least he'd had the common sense to cap it before tossing it aside. Releasing the neck from the cap, he raised it to his lips though pausing as he peered over at her. A lone blonde brow rose questioningly, "why wouldn't I be?" before continuing his goal and taking a few (un)healthy gulps from it. He'd lost his buzz somewhere in the midst of it too, wanting it back now.

"You know..." she cleared her throat, reaching delicate fingers upward to attempt to get out some of the tangles in her hair. "You didn't..." looking toward the window, she was still shy on talking about it. "You knowwww..." she looked back at him, her cheeks as beet red as they could be as she looked down to his lap. "You're not going to be....backed up?" she scrunched her face, her neck getting warmer as that color spread like a rash as she seemed to focus on getting the tangles out of her hair. She really wasn't smooth with talking about these sort of things.

"Nah," he cackled, shaking his head. He was far too amused by her embarrassment on the subject. She didn't seem too shy when he was under that sheet, but now that everything was said and done she'd returned to her awkwardness. She really was a virgin..."I'll be fine. I'm more of a giver than a receiver," bouncing those blonde brows at her as he moved over to the bed. "Unless, of course....you're offering." he mused, taking a seat on the bed. He really wasn't aiming for anything, he just liked watching her squirm. Maybe he was just trying to get her to stop being so damn shy with him.

Her eyes widened slightly before she chewed on that plump bottom lip, that hand pausing as she was trying to pull apart one particular persistent knot. "I'm....I don't....I mean, I don't want you to be.." she started, seeming to be flustered. Mostly because she had absolutely no idea what she was doing.

Her stammering had him cackling all over again, shaking his head. "Chill. I'm just fucking with you," that Joker smile surfaced as he held out the bottle, nudging it toward her. "Mhn?" She seemed to consider it a moment, crinkling her nose at the memory of that taste, but a look at him and those raised brows had her forcing back the face she was making as she gave up on the knot in her hair to reach for the bottle. "Screw it, why not.." she muttered, grasping the neck of the bottle and taking a swig from it. She made one hell of a face when she got a taste of that liquor, holding it back out immediately as she squeezed her eyes shut and vigorously shook her head. Finally swallowing that gulp, she let out a grossed out sound. "Agh....that stuff never gets better.." she groaned, but she couldn't deny the burn of the liquor didn't feel good.

Snickering at her reaction to the Stoli, he took the bottle back and took an easy swig from it. Following suit with another heavy pull from his Carnival. "It's not that bad, you're just a pussy," he teased, smirking at her as he looked at her sidelong in the midst of taking another blank swig. She pressed her lips together and narrowed her eyes at him. "And you're still an ass," she retorted. Lightly cackling, he nodded. "Yes I am, and yet here we are," he pointed out, glancing down at the fact that she was buck ass naked beneath that sheet.

That blush returned with those words, huffing slightly under her breath. "Yeah....here we are..." Those lips twisted as she chewed on the pulp of her bottom lip, glancing at the window then back at him when he started to get up from the bed. She watched him as he set the bottle aside and picked up his shirt, slipping one arm through it then trade hands to hold the cigarette so he could put the other through the arm hole. "Are....you leaving?" she questioned, glancing at the clock on the bedside table before those eyes widened again. "It's later than I thought...holy crap." 4 AM to be exact. They'd been at it all night.

"Yup," he spoke simply, his head surfacing from the fabric of his shirt as he shook the fabric to fall over his torso. "I've got some shit to do this morning. Can't stick around," he informed her, reaching for the bottle to polish it off before finishing off his cigarette and dropping it into the empty bottle. Capping it after that glorious sizzle, he stood up to toss the empty in the trash.

"Right..." she bit her bottom lip again, already swollen from all the biting she'd already done to it. Trying feebly to tuck one of those tousled locks behind her ear, she watched him move around to get rid of his trash. "I'm....going to see you again though, right?" She was trying to hide it, but there was that glimmer of hope in her eyes as she asked that question, fists clenching around the fabric of the sheet pressed to her chest.

He looked over at her when she asked that, raising a brow at her. "Do you want to?" His head tilted, watching her with that studious expression. Her brows furrowed to his own question, that bottom lip pulling free from her teeth as she seemed confused by what he was asking. "....Of course I do." With that sort of confirmation, he smirked and strode over to the bed, possibly marking his own demise as he knelt on the edge of the bed, his hands meeting the ruffled sheet as he fell forward. Simultaneously, he pressed his mouth to hers, head tilting to make the transition easier.

She seemed surprised by the kiss, her eyes widening ever so slightly as his mouth fell onto hers but soon closed as she leaned into it, one of those hands unclenching from the sheet at her chest to slither over the side of his tattooed neck. "Mhn.." she hummed, only to make a surprised sound when she felt that snaking tongue slide between her lips. She crinkled her nose awkwardly as she get a taste of her own medicine...and she wasn't quite sure how she felt about that, but she didn't break the kiss.

At least not until he did, pulling away as he pushed off the bed and to his feet, straightening himself as he gave her another one of his half-cocked smirks. "See you around, Kitten," he mused, wasting absolutely no time as he turned around and made his way to the door. Not so much as looking back at her as he opened it and let himself out.

One of those delicate hands reached up, fingertips brushing over her lips as she turned her eyes away from the door. Kitten? She didn't seem all that bothered by the nickname.

Kitra Voronov

Date: 2016-09-03 13:25 EST
She listened, silently and watching. It took her a moment to speak up, and he watched her all the same. "So, that's it' You....performed oral on her and then left?" She didn't seem quite believable of that.

"It was four o'clock in the morning, I had things to do that day." He shrugged, settling back in that leather chair.

"Things?" She questioned, raising one of those brows at him.

"Yeah. Things." It was clear he wasn't going to delve into detail on them. "Errands, things that aren't relevant to Lisa." He snickered, reaching for that half-empty pack of Carnivals for another cancerstick.

"Alright....and why did you kiss her when you left' That seems....like a relatively romantic gesture for two casual people. Intimate." Her fingers laced, resting over the clipboard on her lap.

"I like kissing, has nothing to do with intimacy," he objecting, going cross eyed as he looked down to the end of the cigarette he was lighting with a match.

"Then what does it have to do with?"

His lips spread back from his pearly whites, smoke wisping between the space as he lowered the cigarette he'd inhaled from. "In case you haven't noticed...I've got a bit of an oral fixation problem. Is it not obvious?" He raised his brows at her, making a point by raising his cigarette up to eye level, giving a glance at it then returned those baby blues back to her. "Cigarettes, kissing, eating puss...." that smile turned into that of the Joker. "For hours...." he mused, giving her a suggestive look-over.

"Alright, I get your po-..." Looking away from that suggestive glance, raising her hand.

"All day, really." He mused, looking up as she tried to get him to shut up. He wasn't being all that cooperative today.

"You don't have t-..."

"I think the longest I've gone is something like 6 hours?"

"Kitra..." she sighed, avoiding eye contact.

"Granted, that's with smoke breaks. But without' That's probably about five good hours straight..."

"Kitra." More stern now.

"Lockjaw's a bitch. But it's definitely worth it to hear the moans and squirm-..."

"ENOUGH." She was glaring at him now, feathers all ruffled for a split second before she took a deep breath and closed her eyes, "I'm sorry, that was unprofessional," almost instantly.

By the time she opened her eyes, that Joker smile he'd been shooting her with was gone. "Did I say something wrong, Doc?" His head tilted to the side, a glimmer of mischief in his gaze.

"There's some details....I don't need to know." Her teeth gritted, giving him that stare. She was fighting her eyes not to narrow at him.

"Because you picture it' Or because it's been a while?" He smirked, that chair squeaking slightly as he turned the chair back and forth with his feet.

"I think we're going to cut this session short today." She pressed the metal piece of her clipboard, sliding her pen beneath the clip.

He raised his brows, "Well, that's not very professional. Just because I talked about the hours of oral I can perform?" He was fighting his own narrowing eyes, the threatening of a grin even more.

"Because you're not cooperating." She noted.

"I'm sure you handle harder cases with other patients, do you cut their sessions short?" His brows rising, pulling that card out on her.

She was silent for a moment, staring at him. He'd cornered her again. Sighing, "no, I suppose not. But they also aren't you."

"What about me?" he tilted his head to the side, peering at her as he took a long drag from that cigarette.

"You have much more restraint than the others, you have much more capabilities to behave yourself. If you're not willing to try to work with me, I'm not going to put up with your misbehaving." She stated bluntly.

He stared at her for a moment through a film of smokey haze. "....Fair point, Doc. I'll behave then."

She seemed to consider it for a moment, skeptical before she sighed and reached for her pen again. "Alright....But one more comment like that, we're done here." She pointed her finger at him, raising her brows.

He held up his hands like she had a gun on him, turning his head to the side. "Alright, alright. I surrender. I'll be good." He snickered, returning to smoking his cigarette.

Exhaling roughly she nodded, "next memory."

Kitra Voronov

Date: 2016-09-03 13:41 EST
It was just a couple days after the night at the hotel.

It was early afternoon, early enough for him to still be sprawled on his belly in bed. Asleep from alcohol consumption as per usual, his arms tucked beneath the pillow that was propping his head up, half covered by the sheet that left his top half open to the air. What woke him up" You got it. Lisa. Calling this time. The buzzing vibration on the nightstand had him stirring and groaning up a storm, not wanting to wake up. Letting out a growl, his hand snapped out and slapped at the buzzing phone on the stand. It knocked around a few times before he managed to grab it and turn the screen to him, lifting his head to peek out of one squinting eye to see who the caller was. Sighing, his head falling against the pillows as he stabbed the green button with his thumb and brought it to his ear. ".....Hello..." His voice was raspy from sleep, slow and lazy.

"Kitra".....I....woke you up again....didn't I?"

"Mhm..." he didn't even try to hide it this time. He was a bit grumpy when he first woke up, especially prematurely.

"Crap, I'm sorry. I was just grabbing some lunch and was going to see if you wanted something...maybe hang out....but, if you're sleeping I'll let you get back to it." She spoke quickly, nervously with guilt laced somewhere in between.

Rolling over onto his back with a grunt and groan, he flopped his free arm outward as it slapped to the mattress with a thud. "What are you getting?" He yawned, perking up slightly at the mention of food.

"Some of those....dumpling things you had me try before," she giggled lightly, "I think you've got me hooked."

"From what shop?" he seemed skeptical. He loved those dumplings, but....they had to be made right, and not just mushy meat pockets.

"Some....what is it.." she whispered, pausing like she was trying to figure out what it was called. "Klazikov's?"

"....I'm in." he grunted, approving of the place and rubbed his hand lazily over his face, trying to wake up.

"Okay, I'll see you soon." she chimed, seeming a bit more than excited to see him again. Maybe the food was bribery. It was a good bribe to the gluttonous Russian. Food, booze, sex. It's pretty much any ticket to get him to go for it.

Kitra Voronov

Date: 2016-09-03 13:44 EST
"That sounded easy," she mused, raising a brow as she looked up from the clipboard she was scrawling on.

"Hey, you offer Russian dumplings, Stoli and some green?" He gave her a look. "I'll punt your grandma."

She raised her brows, looking right at him now. "....That's not healthy."

He cackled then, head tilting back as he did so. "At least I didn't say I'd run her over," he pointed at her, grinning. "I've improved."

Fighting a smile, she shook her head. "You've got a point...So, she came over and..." she started, going back to her board.

Kitra Voronov

Date: 2016-09-03 14:17 EST
He'd texted her not more than thirty seconds after he hung up to skip the knocking and just come in. He was feeling lazy from lack of sleep, sprawling on his back on the bed as he smoked a cigarette.

Like he'd told her, she skipped the knocking bit. Her hand fell on the knob and she gave it a twist, pushing it open with a brown bag in her arms. She'd apparently skipped the jacket today, though the sun coming into the room had told him it was a warmer day than it'd been the past week or so. Simply in a teal tank top, a steel blue plaid flannet shirt over it unbuttoned and a pair of tight jeans that fit snugly to her long frame, accompanied by a pair of calf-high blue-dyed soft leather boots. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, wisps of hair that refused to stay in place by the elastic fell around her face as she tried to blow them out of her eyes with a crooked mouth. "Morning," she smiled at him, walking right over to the bed and set down the bag of goods.

"Morning," he mumbled, though more like grumbled at her. He had his grumpy expression going, slumped against the wall and the pillows in the laziest of ways. He leaned his head so he could reach the cigarette he was scissoring between his fingers.

She pursed her lips at him, cracking open the bag as she pulled out a big box of dumplings for him, along with a plastic package holding one of those flimsy white forks. Like she was holding out a present to him, she offered him an apologetic smile. "Peace offering for the grumpy bear?" her voice lifted at the end in a question, giving him a bit of a puppy dog look.

He watched her for a moment, the look she was giving him and the olive branch she was holding out. Taking a final drag from the cigarette before he stretched over the side of the bed to stub his cigarette out in the tray on the nightstand. "Peace offering accepted," he snickered, grunting as he pushed himself to a sitting position and took the sterofoam box from her, eyeing her sidelong a moment. "You're awfully peppy today.." he noted, though didn't seem irritated by it.

"Why wouldn't I be?" she scoffed, glancing out the window. "It's the first day since I've gotten here that I haven't froze my ass off, we have dumplings..." she lingered on the word, eyes widening slightly as she pulled out her own box. Eyeing it like she was just going to detach her jaw and swallow the whole thing like a snake. She grinned over at him, though was slightly less shy than normal. "You didn't maul me when I got in here....there's that." Holding onto the foam box, she toed off her boots, kicking them aside before climbing onto the bed beside him, on her knees before sitting back on her ankles. She popped the top of the box open, realizing she forgot the fork in the bag and set the box in front of her, pressing her hands to the mattress so she could lean forward to shove her hand in the bottom of the bag.

He quirked a brow as she went on about it not being colder than Jack Frost's balls, the dumplings he could agree with. He let out a bit of a cackle when she threw in him not mauling her. Watching her climb onto the bed as he popped open his own box and got to work breaking open that plastic that was concealing his fork. At least until she bent over, where he wasted no time in reaching out to grab her backside. "Bend over like that and I might just maul you anyway."

Her eyes widened as she felt his hand on her ass, a squeak following as she turned her head to look at him before ending it in a nervous laugh. Fingers found the plastic fork and she pulled it out of the bag, "not quite sure....mauling....is as appealing as you'd think..." she noted sitting back regardless of his hand being on her rear.

He slid it away as she sat back, cackling at her objection. "Would you prefer I ravage you?" Wiggling his brows one at a time as he stabbed one of the dumplings with his fork, glancing over at her as he bit into it. She laughed at that, less nervously thanks to the ridiculous eyebrows dancing at her. "Maybe..." she admitted, the color rising from her neck up to her cheeks as she turned her eyes away from him, seeming to be relatively interested in getting her fork out of it's wrapper. "How long's it gonna take before you don't act like a 14 year old girl who's never kissed her first boy yet?" he snickered, glancing over at her before putting the rest of the dumpling in his mouth. "I've already gone down on you, you're still this shy with me?" Shaking his head as he chewed away on that dumpling.

She looked at him with furrowed brows. "I'm not that damn bad.." she huffed, having possibly been working on her swearing when she wasn't around him, testing out words. He gave her a skeptical look when she said another swear, but didn't seem overly impressed with it. 'Ass' and 'damn' were lower on the totum pole of cursing. "Are too.." he muttered, going for another dumpling. "I'm not shy....I'm just..." she furrowed her brows, but no other word was coming to mind. "Damn it all....I am..." she sighed, aggressively stabbing a dumpling making one hell of a face as she crammed the whole thing in her mouth and took it out on the food with her teeth.

He watched her with raised brows, pausing mid-bite at the aggressive bite and the whole damn dumpling in her mouth. "You showing me up, bitch?" He gave her an incredulous look, though was clearly joking if not maybe challenging. She looked over at him, chewing as she gave him a questionable look. "Hm"..." Giving her a pointed look, he crammed the whole dumpling in his mouth. She wasn't too much of a ditz to catch on to what he was up to, narrowing her eyes at him as she stabbed another dumpling and crammed it in with the first one, raising her brows like what you got, boy"

Smirking, he crammed not just one -but two more- into his mouth, puffing out those cheeks like a chipmunk, before patting his chest with both hands and holding them out like come at me, bro. She made a face at him....and with that big ass mouth of hers, crammed three more into her mouth. That seemed to be her limit though as she had to cover her mouth and fight to chew. Like kids playing the 'chubby bunny' game, he covered his own mouth and shook his head. "You're so gross..." though clearly teasing. She shot him a glare like you started it before saying, "no, you're gross." Though hid her mouth behind her hand so he wouldn't see her chewed up food. "Bitch, I'll show you gross..." as he started cramming more into his mouth, like the chubby bunny game as he tried to find pockets of free space to shove more into.

Kitra Voronov

Date: 2016-10-15 07:24 EST
"Alright, Kitra. Our session today is over, but I want you to think about the true turn in yours and Lisa's relationship. When things started to get more....serious." She was finishing off her notes of their current session, scribbling away at that clipboard like it was going out of style.

"More serious?" He raised a brow at her, almost finished with the last cigarette of the pack.

"Yes, more serious." She repeated, the last bit written on the sheet of paper as she capped the pen and looked over at him. "It did become serious, did it not?"

He mulled over the question for a moment, not really sure how he felt about the term serious. Finally, he shrugged. "I don't know, I guess it got serious. It stopped feeling casual after a while, at least."

She nodded slowly, lacing her fingers and resting them over the clipboard. "Then I want you to think about that over the next week. Think back on when things stopped feeling casual....and started leaning towards a relationship."

He sighed, pushing himself into a sitting position as he stabbed the center of the ashtray with the spent cigarette. "Fine," he grumbled.

She was quiet for a moment, a glance at the clock before returning her gaze to him. "You've been doing well, Kitra. Considering your inappropriate slip ups.." she hid a smirk, "you've opened up fairly well about all of this. I want you to keep it up, you've made great progress. We don't want you regressing now that.." She paused, taking a slow breath. "...that we're reaching the end."

Baby blues stared at her for a moment, much like a cat who's prey had just skittered across the floorboards. Unblinking and unrelenting. "Well, that's one way to put it." He snickered, standing to his feet. After a moment, his usual smirk returned to his face. "No hug when I leave?" It was a poor excuse of a tease, he knew that. But she was right. They were reaching the end.

His arms opened wide like he was waiting for her to return it.

A shake of her head, she got up with clipboard in hand. Instead of heading towards him, she moved around the desk away from him towards the file cabinet. "You know where the door is, Kitra."

He cackled lightly, pursing his lips. "I'll try not to let it hit me on the ass on the way out." He promised, moving around the desk as she had without heading in her vicinity. His arms fell to his sides and there was a peculiar smirk on his face as he made it to the door.

We're reaching the end of the story, time to step it up a notch.

Kitra Voronov

Date: 2016-10-15 08:30 EST
Next Session Next Week

It was a week like any other week. He'd thought about it, as the good doctor suggested. A little too hard, really. Looking back on situations, he remembered things he had previously looked over when he was living through the moments.

Little things here and there that had him wondering why he hadn't stopped her when she'd said or done something. Why he hadn't pushed away her advances instead of letting her get closer to him. He didn't feel remorse, he never could. But the downfall of understanding psychology, is the over analyzing of every little word or action that comes from himself or another entity.

But that wasn't why he was here. It was the last moment, the moment he didn't understand. He wasn't looking for help, but knowledge. And how better to get into his own head than to use a psychologist to do it.

So he'd taken the prescribed time to think about his actions, the interactions between him and Lisa. The moment they became serious. Or perhaps it would be better to say moments.

He was walked by the two guards that he hadn't even bothered to learn their names. Their real names at least. When they reached the door, the doc seemed to have been waiting for him. The session before him had ended early he assumed, or she simply didn't have one.

Just as he reached the door, it opened. He turned on his heel, giving a mocking salute to the guards. "Ren, Stimpy. Your company always makes my day. Can't wait to see you again..." A flash of that Joker-like smile and he was turning to the door. The guards remained quiet, snickering only to the Russian's words.

The psychologist tilted her head, giving him an unamused look for antagonizing the guards. She said nothing but raised her brows at him. With his smile now directed at her instead, he headed through the opened door, leaning a little towards her as he jutted his thumb in their direction. "Bunch of chatty Kathys, Doc. Can't get a word in otherwise." He snickered, his tongue laced with acidic sarcasm.

"Good to see you're in good spirits, Kitra." She had her professional cloak on, all fake smiles and guarded eyes. He walked toward the desk where the pack of Carnivals was waiting for him, hearing the door click behind him as the doctor closed it.

"Why wouldn't I be? I get to see you today." He flashed her a grin over his shoulder, getting right to it as he pulled the cellophane off the fresh pack of cigarettes. He gave her a look over, smirking as he turned away from her to move around the desk to her office chair. "You should've gone with the blue skirt. Looks better on you, honestly." He grunted, settling into the chair with a creak of the weight added. The cigarette was tucked between his lips, lit with a match as he looked through the haze of smoke at her.

"I'll take that as a compliment.." she sighed, the corner of her mouth twitching. "I trust you're making an innocent observation." There was a touch of warning in her voice as she gave him a look like don't you start up again, Kitra.

He was never one to listen.

He was already nestled into the chair comfortably, slouched and legs sprawled before him. His elbows propped on the arm rests, his hand lazily holding the cigarette in front of him. Prison was a difficult place to find a place to relax, and this was one place that he could. His head fell to his shoulder, tilted vision as he eyed her. "You should try letting your hair down every once in a while, Doc. Loosen up a bit." He pointed at her with the lit cherry before taking a drag, exhaling through his nose. "You expect me to open up about the hard parts, but it's like reciting to a robot sometimes." He wasn't being wholly honest, but she didn't need to know that.

She'd made it over to the chair, pulling the clipboard out of the seat before replacing the empty area with her backside. Her movements slowed as she heard him speak, her eyes latching onto him and refusing to let go as she stared. "....Do I come off as robotic to you?" She seemed genuinely curious at that point, snapping out of the stare enough to cross one leg over the other and settle the clipboard in her lap.

"Sometimes," he lied. A shrug of his shoulders as he took another drag from the cigarette. "I know you're trying to be professional and all, but....When it comes to guys like us.." he gestured to the door with his free hand, keeping his eyes on her. Indicating himself and the other prisoners. "Professional just makes us think of the professional that judged us and put us in here in the first place." He raised those blonde brows at her, making a point.

She was quiet for a long moment, considering his words and genuinely taking in his concern. After a moment, she sighed. "I suppose you're right. Professionalism is needed in most circumstances, Kitra. If the inmates believe I'm their friend and not their doctor, they will either recede into their habits, think they can get away with anything in this office...or think it's an opening for something else." She gave him a pointed look, but didn't elaborate on her meaning.

"Those that can't tell the difference between human interaction, and coming onto them, sure." He snickered, resting his hands over the orange jumpsuit covering his chest. "But if you want me to open up, since..." He tilted his head, raising his brows further up his forehead. "We're getting to the end." There was a twitch of a smirk to her. "You're going to have to give me something here. It's all about feeling comfortable in order to open up, right?"

She was holding back a glare, he could tell. She took another moment of silence, considering her options and what she wanted to do. After an exasperated sigh left her, her head falling back against the back of her chair and her eyes staring up at the ceiling for a moment. By the time her head came down so he could see her face, she looked slightly defeated. "Alright, fine. This is about you getting better," another sigh.

He watched her, curious now. He hadn't really expected her to comply. At best, he expected to get through the professionalism by her snapping at him or maybe even insisting with her never ending questions. Instead, he watched as she reached up and tugged her hair out of the contraption that was keeping her hair into a tight bun at the back of her head. Her fingers raked through the locks, loosening them and giving them a bit of a ruffle as they fell around her face and splattered her shoulders. "There we go, hair's down. See?" She snickered lightly, settling in her chair and gave him a look.

He considered for a moment, eyeing her before a slow smile emerged. "Better. Now, we can get started."

She had to force herself not to roll her eyes as she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, lifting the clipboard and uncapping the pen in order to get started.