<div class="floatright"> (http://i627.photobucket.com/albums/tt357/Niferbelle/futureponytail-1.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Phaedra Leitner</strong></span><br/><strong>Age:</strong>27<br/><strong>Crime:</strong>Attempted murder<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Library Reading Room<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Tim, Winter, the snack table<br/><br/>Every new arrival, every new word that came out of somebody's mouth just served to at best make Phaedra feel more uncertain about these sessions and at worse made her fear for her life. Seriously, what they hell were they doing painting her with the same brush they used for multiple murderers? The brute in the orange jumpsuit alone, Thomas, threatened to set off her flight or fight instinct and upon first impression he was frightening to say the least. But she had enough of the predator in her to know that showing weakness in a situation like this would be disastrous so maintained her cool facade though when made his crack about the vandal and then pronounced his judgment that all of<em>them</em>were crazy, she bit her tongue to keep herself from putting him in his place. Literally bit it until she tasted blood but it wasn't her own blood she wanted.<br/><br/><em>Given me five minutes with the lunatic and I'd eat him alive...</em><br/><br/>She blinked, realizing she'd likely be staring at him a little too sharply and a little too long and sighed, folding her arms across her chest in exasperation at it all. By the time the shadowy man in the hat confessed to torturing someone, she could hardly be surprised any more. But the voices...those were another matter. She froze, her breath suddenly becoming shallow, then glanced around with wide eyes, trying to discern where they were coming from but somehow she knew she wouldn't see anybody's lips moving. A dizziness came over her as the words whirled around her head until she wasn't certain if they were her thoughts or someone else's. She stood abruptly and immediately attempted to get her composure back but for a moment she couldn't tear her eyes away from the white haired woman who licked her scarlet lips one minute and tried to play coy the next.<br/><br/>Finally once again in control of her emotions, Phaedra approached the refreshments as if it were what she intended to do all along, grabbing a water and a sandwich, figuring if she ate now when she got home she could get right on line and not have to worry about dinner.<br/>