<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>Just arriving</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 had been through the routine of being brought into a prison before. Hell, she has recently broke out of one before being caught again. But Purgatory seemed different. For starters it had a female warden, and the second, was that they seemed more organized then the last one. The wrist bindings seemed heavy and forced the girl to clench her fists as she stood in line with the rest of the inmates.<br/><br/>Casey looked between the other rag tag misfits, her brown eyes gazing out from behind her long black locks. All ready she was looking for a way out of here. There was always a way out. Next to her was a little timid girl who refused to keep eye contact with anyone. The cute young thing seemed way out of place among hardened criminals.<br/><br/>As the processing went on, Casey didn't flinch from the full body scan or the prick of having a tracer placed on her. Hell, she had multiple tattoos, pain was the least of her concern. Afterward they were herded along like sheep, and entered the General population. The place smelled of cigarette smoke and sweat.<em>Apparently purgatory was a good name for this shit hole...</em>Casey thought, sizing up the population.