<div class="floatleft">(http://187avenue.com/brittanya/BRITTANYA_web_00742.png)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_u">The Tattooist</span></span></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Casey "Mayhem" Townsend</span></span><br/><em>In her cell</em><br/>Character Bio (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=118714.msg5179012#msg5179012);<br/>[noembed]Scene Soundtrack (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X14Tqpkg0NY)[/noembed]<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Casey took another drag of her cigarette, her words directed at Abe. "You have two options in prison. Fuck someone up or become someone's bitch. Even if you get your ass handed to you, the respect you will earn for fighting back will be noted."<br/><br/>The tattood girl leaned forward against the bars, her arms sticking out and resting against the cold steel. Her head was lowered, long black locks covering her face slightly. She could hear Yuri's comments about being useful. Casey herself was more then capable. Considering she had escaped from a security max prison before she was all ready trying to formulate a plan. There was one well known way of getting out of Purgatory, and that was the dreaded airlock.<br/><br/>Casey's eyes narrowed slightly, thinking how she could use that to her advantage. Suddenly she winced, her ribs aching from the shocks from the baton.  What hurt worse was her pussy, aching from being roughly fucked without any lube. Still she pushed the rape from her mind and focused on hand. Much like the other prison would need to befriend people.<br/><br/>"Hey...Kira...was that it? Hey. That fucking guard seems to have taken a liking to you...and if I know men, they cant keep secrets when their dicks are in a warm wet place...." Casey said nonchalantly, hoping Kira would get the hint.