[color=a187be]~*~Isadora Albescu Fuji~*~[/color]


After her arrest, Isa had been basically numb and now that she had arrived in Ironwell, her expression and emotions really hadn't changed. Even after getting the entire speech from the officers did little to change how she felt as she was hauled away down to the C-block. The chains on her handcuffs rattled loudly as she slowly made her way down to her new home of sorts, she couldn't really walk like she normally could due to the fact that the handcuffs were made of extremely heavy metal and with her petite frame, it was nearly unbearable to hold up her arms normally. The more she moved, the heavier the cuffs seemed to weigh, she felt that if she even leaned over to far, she would be sent tumbling forward. She was basically dragging herself forward when they reached C-block and was forced into a cell, she winced as the creaky iron door slammed behind her.

Isa started wildly glancing around the cell as her heart rate started to climb. All of the sudden her stomach sank as she was hit with the hard realization of where she was and why this was happening. She choked as she fell to her knees as she tried to repress her sobs. Everything had quickly gotten too real, that she was being considered a murderer, that she would most likely spend the rest of her life trapped in this dank, depressing cell. It was almost too much to handle as she lifted her head slightly to look at the ceiling before starting to wail out madly. The echoes of her voice rattled the block, allowing both officers and cellmate to hear her horrid anguish, some of the more harden officers shivered, never hearing such a disturbing sound in their lives. It probably didn't help that Isa was one of the younger cellmates, not to mention one of the more fragile cellmates that they have seen. However, they shrugged it off that no matter who came in her or what they looked like, a murderer was a murderer. There was no excuse for their crime and it was a cold, hard burden that was chained to them for the rest of their lives.

[color=a187be]"I didn't do it, I didn't do it...!"[/color] She cried as emotions started to flood over her. She thought back to how her dog would be the one to blame if she hadn't slit that man's throat, however... Without her canine companion here by her side, the pain was basically unbearable as it came down to the fact that she was utterly alone. The pain only grew as she started shaking as she continued to cry out, even though it was becoming apparent that the only answer she would receive was, "Shut the fuck up in there!"

Eventually, her cries died down after she coughed hoarsely, choking on her tears as she forced herself up and hauled herself over on the cot, flopping down on it. She sniffled as she rubbed her face into the pillow, it was impossible to wipe her eyes with her hands due to the cuffs. She started curling up in herself as she closed her eyes, trying to forget where she was and what might happen to her. As her mind started to drift to sleep, she could remember playing with her dog in the open fields, chasing and laughing as they ran together.