<strong>Prisoner, Ella Thompson<br/>Cellblock CD17</strong><br/><br/>The man was abrupt and had Ella shackled to the bars of the narrow doorway before she knew it, watching wide eyed as he gave the thin blond a cursory going over.  His low curse did not escape her notice while she waited expectantly for an explanation.  When he went for the thing on his arm, she tensed thinking he might push a button for their implants, but instead he sent a message.  Her relief was brief as she stood deep in the cell rubbing at her wrists gently.<em>"I suggest you make a friend.  You are may very well be alone here."</em><br/><br/>Before she was able to digest that, a medical team arrived behind another guard she'd never seen before.  This tall burly fellow smiled at her before spinning her around and pushing until she was out of the way facing the far corner of the small cell.  When she craned her neck to catch a glance at the medical team, he tapped her shoulder with a thick black stick and Ella curled her lips into her mouth to quiet the fearful "eep" before turning her gaze back to the blank wall, she hoped he couldn't see the trembling.  The voices around the bunk were low and she was only able to hear reference to the implant and "never can tell" and some medical jargon.<br/><br/>The departing medical team pushed the 'sick' girl out on a light weight gurney as her guard said "alright then.  You're on your own, at least for a little while."  Ella wondered if she would get another cell mate or if this girl would recover and be brought back but the team was well away, as the guard locked her in again; the soft click of the door echoing through her.  Moving quickly to the bars she called out to him "Hey..   please..."<br/><br/><em>"Hey."</em>Her attention drawn across the way, Ella was relieve to see it was the dark haired woman speaking to her, the sane looking one.<em>"My name is Kate. How are you doing over there?"</em><br/><br/>Straining to keep her voice low, she called back across the aisle.  "My roomie had something go wrong with that thing they shot into our necks.  A bad reaction or something.  I guess it happens sometimes."  Another glance down the hall as the retreating team turned a corner Ella again wondered if the girl would be back.  Perhaps making a friend was a good idea after all.  "uh.. " With her arm through the bars she gave the woman an awkward wave, "I'm Ella...  and i wish i could say it's nice to meet you."<br/>