<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><em>So, let’s get this straight. In the past two hours questions have been asked, body has been patted down, clothes have been taken away - not that the orange jumpsuit will be missed - and this gaudy white thing put on. Gloved hands have touched just about everywhere in their quest to find contraband. Hair ties taken, bra taken, even panties taken! Weighed, measured, poked, prodded, eyes checked, throat checked. Hell, teeth even checked! Just want to lie down damn it!</em><br/><br/>The thought swam lazily through her mind, slipper covered feet padding down the hall between the two orderlies that so <em>kindly</em> escorted her to what was suppose to be her new home. A heaved sigh was given, irritation worming through her gut at the whole procedure that really was just a waste of time. Seriously, she had come from the county jail. One would think they’d be smart enough to realize she had nothing on her. Right?<br/><br/>Dark eyes flicked to the closed doors as they passed them, the sounds of the place surprisingly quiet for a nut house, before flicking to the two males walking towards her and her ‘escorts’. The rotund one in blue she automatically marked as being nothing more than another orderly, and while she’d remember his face, he was not the one that drew her eyes. It was the one in black with the accent that had caught her eye and instinct had her muscles tensing every so slightly.<br/><br/>*She* never questioned the gut instincts that were felt and this one was an instant distrust of the man. But then again, did she ever trust anyone? He made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up though and she couldn’t help the slight turn of her head when the two passed her to stare at his back.<br/><br/>“Come on now, no lolly gagging Piper. Pick up your feet.” The hand at her elbow tightened with those words and the reaction was instant, her head turning while leaning back only to slam forward to connect her forehead to the orderly’s nose with a sickening crunch. “Danni asshole!” Her words were growled out amidst the howl of pain, the attempt to control her temper failing after so many days of struggling to keep Piper from taking control again.<br/><br/>Oh sure, it wasn’t the smartest move to make, but damn it she didn’t like being called Piper! The second orderly’s arms wrapped around her own arms and hauled backwards, a move that only brought small feet up off the floor, both knees bending to her abdomen only to slam out into the gut of the orderly just starting to straighten up once more. “PUT ME DOWN!”</span></div>