<strong>Prisoner, Ella Thompson<br/>Processing Facility ... to Cellblock CD17</strong><br/><br/>Anzhelika seemed to be more pleasant than the other guard who was yelling at his charges before they barely out of their seats.  For that Ella was relieved; even the reminder of the possible brain explosion sounded like an overturned cup at tea time said so matter of factly.  -<em>"give each other a hand"</em>- Arching a troubled brow as the guard waited expectantly, Ella looked from her to the tough looking girl next to her and back again.  -<em>"You will obey all officer instructions." </em>- Transferring the toothbrush to her other hand with the towel caught between her forearm and body Ella hesitantly took up the hand next to hers offering a tentative smile.  It was a warm sticky grip between the two of them and Ella found another relief to realize she wasn't the only one nervous.<br/><br/>Trying to listen closely to understand through Anzhelika's accent while her eyes took in the accomadations, she was certain she missed something important and was not looking forward to the correction.  The place was suprisingly quiet and clean to the point of being antiseptic looking though she supposed for a pharmacuetical company that shouldn't have been a shock.  She tried to keep her mind from wondering what exactly they did here before finally arriving at CD-17.<br/><br/>Recognizing the lone woman standing in the cell directly across the walk way did not ease her nerves.  No, that one was strange with the smile that never seemed to leave her face; she looked eerily serene, as if she was not in the same facility at all.  Unconsciously squeezing the hand of her cellmate before bringing her attention to back to look in the small space they would share, Ella nearly groaned out loud.  The apartment she shared with Rich was invitingly spacious and this... this was barely a closet.<br/><br/>The gentle push inside broke the prisoners' sweaty grip on each other.  Ella turned back to the opening where their tour guide still stood, taking in the small space in its entirety in that short span of time.  Still clutching the towel and toothbrush to her chest, she rubbed the stickey mix of girl sweat off her palm with one long slide down the drab dress.  Two huge pools of blue stared back at the blond guard as she spoke.  Was it a warning?  Was it a promise?  Figuring it was a little of both, Ella nodded slightly.  "Thank you"  Her voice squeaked and cracked; she needed a drink badly.