<strong>Prisoner Ella Thompson<br/>Cell Block CD17<br/></strong><br/>Ella sat for a while with her feet dangling and wondered what tomorrow might bring before slipping off the edge of bunk.  It wasn't that far of a drop after all; lowering herself until she couldn't hold slowed the decent.  From only a few inches her bare feet hit the the cold, hard floor with a muted slap.  Moving to her barred exit over the short distance of smooth, chilly surface she wondered when they might get shoes and socks.  The grey sack and rough cotton panties wouldn't be much against cold nights and that flat rectangle and thin bit of material could be barely be called a pillow and blanket let alone keep her warm.  Sighing, she looked up one way then the other, before checking the cells across the way.  Kate was laying down, and the new prisoner was quiet and out of her line of vision.<br/><br/>She heard them before she could see them, one set of footfalls echoing in the vacant walkway as yet another guard brought back the little blond in braids.  It was an easy transaction for the most part as the returning prisoner was no less strange but rather subdued.  The two women spoke quietly after the guard left.  Ella would have called out, but heard another set of steps approaching, lighter and faster moving.  Surprised to see Anzhelika again her heart skipped with fear when the cell door opened, "But you said... " and Kate's voice carried over with words that only added to young Ella's apprehension.  Wide eyed she took a step back.