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<li data-xf-list-type="ul">This man here? This poor soul, was a psychopath. He had odd tendencies dealing with numbers and seemed to do things rhythmically in a world full of uncertainty. He based his thoughts around the Mayan Calender, and went in the act of thirteens. Thirteen murders, thirteen charges in total, dear goodness, thirteen was just his number. Smiling softly at the man in front of her who seemed to be rather comfortable in her aura, her legs were crossed under the table, the chains around his legs and wrists jingled softly after each movement. The guard standing quaintly in the corner of the  small room, her eyes fluttered softly, the file in her lap unshifting as the grumble of a cough emerged from behind her. Her patient had to end his conversation, wincing softly behind her rectangle rimmed glasses, knowing that the situation would not end at it's best, but she could not help that. As of recently, she had no direct control over the way her Maximum Security patients were treated when she wasn't around, mentally frowning upon the act of what <i>could</i> or might happen. <br/>
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Stepping from the room after giving her goodbyes and promises to see him later, watching him be escorted out of the room with a bit of a struggle and a few violent screams of hatred, her hands slid the file up to the table. Writing quickly after clicking her pen, her job was based on pure judgment, the sort that wasn't merely a 'WHOOPSIE POOPSIE, I ACCIDENTLY DID-' No, Esmerelda's judgment was the sort to make intelligent judgments about any situation. The sound of combat boots seemed to drown out any sound of hope within this prison, though the female herself wearing her black stiletto heels, her clipboard and binder were held against her chest. Raising a brow slightly once she found herself catching a guard staring at her from the lower levels, a frown played with her pretty face, <b>"Not in your life time."</b> That was not sarcasm, because unfortunately for him, the  female turning her vision from him and hearing the sound of Dahlia's voice echoing an explanation. That was nothing new to her, rolling her eyes to the ceiling.  Esmerelda was honestly not fond of the younger girl, but stating that out loud would be absolutely un business like, and she had better things to do with her time. Though the constant way she badgered her patients as though she were actually bigger than what she was, the curvy female wanted to toss her off a cliff and announce it to the world. <br/>
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Now that's not nice Esme.[/list:u]</li>
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