The way the guard held his prisoner was almost like a fatherly hold. The prisoner walked, weeping, with the guard's hands placed firmly on the prisoner's shoulders, as if the guard were actually riding a bicycle. The prisoner clearly did not like it, squirming and trying to get free, however every time such an event happened, the guard gave the prisoner's shoulders a very tight looking squeeze. A different prisoner watched, wishing that she were in that hold, rather than being dragged along the ground without a care in the world. "Why are you dragging me like [i]this[/i]? C-can I not be handled better?" The girl asks. She stopped being dragged, thankfully, and she thought she was actually going to be walked like a normal person...

Suddenly, Cyan squealed, as she was shoved into a cell without warning. "Why!" She cried out, turning over and pulling her tail into the cell before it was caught by the closing of the door and the locking of the cell. The worst part of being taken to a cell like this, was that she had effectively been [i]downgraded[/i] from her previous cell. Her previous cell had been in better conditions than the cells in this section of Marionette's Chains, as it had been a minimum-security ward. She, at least, had better caring guards. And she had been on her own.

Finally, Cyan heard the voice. The voice of someone else in the cell. Her eyes widened. She would have liked to be in a cell of her own again, or maybe even in one with another girl... [i]I'm in a cell with a [u]guy[/u]!?[/i] Cyan thought to herself, panicked. [i]Isn't there laws against this? Or do they not give a care about higher security prisoners than minimums?[/i] She rolled over, and stared at the man, her ears twitching as she debated what to do.

"I-I'm not a princess..." Cyan says quietly, a tiny hint of a smile on her face. Despite the shock of being shoved into a cell with this guy, she found it funny that the man chose to use that set of words on seeing her arrival. "But yes, I am your roommate now. Though I must admit, I definitely preferred the minimum security ward." She admitted to him. "My name is Cyan." Throughout her talking, she had edged along the walls of the cell, moving to the only other bed in the room, and had sat down, staring at her new roommate.