"Okay maybe you'll feel better if you know, get beat by a girl, again." Izzy said looking over at Lincoln, she sat againest the fence of the prison looking over at the boy. "Shut up, belle." He groaned looking over at her, she threw the basket ball she had in her hands at the boy.
"You shut up, Linc the sink. Why do people call you that again?" Izzy had been in the first for almost two years, after being convinced for murdering 17 people, but she didn't do that she only killed one person who was attacking her, the rest had been a set up. She wasn't up for the chair like the boy across from her was, she just couldn't be with everyone else for yard time because she always got into fights, always winning them. She'd finally got sent over to the isolated part with Lincoln, them instently becoming friends because they'd both been set up. She was only at the boys prison, because they thought it'd be best for her to be in a male prison so anyone who faught against her had a little bit of a chance. She was also Lincoln's best friend and he was her's. She was also the govoners daughter. Isabelle Tancredi.
"Same reason people call you Princess, Princess." Linc said looking over at the girl. Izzy has been called Princess since she beat 4 first men who tried to jump her. She'd lived up to the name, she was treated like a princess by most of the men in the prison, she got everything she asked for and had more power over the prisoners than anybody else. Because they were scared of her. Izzy raised her middle finger at the boy who just rolled his eyes in return.
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"Hey!" Izzy smiled over to where Charles stood, he was more of a father to her than her own.
"Hi, Izzy." The old man smiled up at her patting his hand for her to sit down.
"How are you today?" She asked setting her tray of food down on the table.
"Good, sweetheart. How about yourself?" He asked going back to his food.
"I'm alright." A man Izzy had never seen before sat down across from them.
"I told you, i'm not-"
"I'm not here for you." The man said making Izzy's face turn to disgust.
"Don't talk to him like that." She defended the older man.
"Sorry. Look I saw you with my brother earlier." The man said making Izzy shake her head.
"Nope."
"But I saw you-"
"Izzy here is a phycological lair." Sucre sat down on the other side of the red headed girl.
"Or I just have no clue who the fuck his brother is." She smiled sarcastically over at Surcre before turning back to the man with the buzz cut.
"Lincoln Borows. He's my brother." Izzy looked back down at her tray of disgusting food before turning back to Micheal.
"Yeah I know him. Your Micheal Scofield." She said making him nod.
"Your Isabella Tancredi." She nodded back at him before standing up and walking away.
"What's her deal?" Micheal asked watching Izzy walk and away and go sit with some other men.
"She's had it rough, man. Real rough, you gotta earn her respect, let her trust you. Once you have that trust though, you better not lose it. She's a good kid, she's been fucked up though, not even in here, her dad's the govoner, sister's the doctor in here." Charles explained watching as Micheal still stared at her, there was something in his eyes, there was something about her that he liked a lot.
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"Izzy I need advice." Lincoln whispered over to her as they painted walls for PI.
"About?" She glanced over at him.
"My son, I know about your kid I-"
"Don't say anything about him, not in here." She said looking over at him, she knew people know about her son, but she didn't want them too.
"Izzy please I need you help." She sighed looking back over at the man.
"Okay."
"He's being really complected, he doesn't like me. Says he doesn't have a dad." Lincoln was upset about it which made Izzy upset.
"Look, your his dad. He knows that he's hurt, and a teenager. He'll come around." Izzy gave the man a smile hopeful smile.
"How is y'know?" Lincoln paused not knowing if the girl will awser.
"He's suppost to call me tomorrow. I hope he does. He's all alone out there Linc, i'm the only one he has. I wish there was a way to get out, of here. Take my boy with me, he's a kid." She could cry talking about him because she missed him so much.
"How olds he now?"
"He's 7. I got to see him the day before his birthday, gosh he's gotten so big, Sara is a life saver." Izzy had her son, Bow, when she was 16. She raised him until she got sent to jail. But she missed the boy more than anything.
"I think I can help you with that." Lincoln said deep in thought before glancing at his brother. "
What do you mean? Lincoln? What do you mean?" She asked as they started to walk out.
"Tancredi! Pope needs to see you!" Izzy glanced at Lincoln who looked just as worried as the girl walked away.
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"You asked to see me, sir?" Izzy walked into the Pope's office, he sat at his desk reading something.
"Sit, please. So I wanted to discusse when your in with Lincoln Burrows in yard time. We're gonna move you back to the yard."
"But sir-" But nothing. Isabelle, if you get into one more fight there is gonna be serious consiquences." She never started a fight, somebody would catcall her or try to get in her pants or try to touch her and she'd break their finger, it was as simple as that. The catcalls she'd just yell at them which usually led to a fight.
"Sir, why am I being moved away from Lincoln? We don't fight, were not causing problems?" Izzy listed off reasons but the man shook his head. "Isabelle, he is being exicuted, we think it's best to move you now instead of wait." She wanted to argue and fight but it'd get her no where.
"I also am gonna need you help with something." The Pope said standing up and walking further into his office, Izzy followed after the man.
"Your father told me you used to paint a lot, you were very talented." The warden said staring at a sculputure.
"Yeah, when I was younger." She shrugged staring at the work.
"It's gonna be my wife's anivercry present, I need you to paint it. It's your choice but it'd be helpful in your case." the Pope explained, Izzy nodded carefully.
"Okay." She shrugged.
"You'll be working with Micheal Scofield. I'll have somebody escort you back to your cell. Guard!"
