The man behind the desk smirked [color=springgreen]"Well Flora Bandsworth. Your new name is D-2117, I hope you enjoy your stay."[/color] He then stamped the paper and handed it to a guard, it was off o be archived with the rest of the detention papers. The suited man then waved goodbye to Estelle and jerked his head to a set of massive bolted doors, the round guard behind Estelle then moved her in the direction of the large heavily reinforced doors. As the two approached the doors a set of guards started sliding the bolts out of position slowly but surely opening the doors revealing a starkly different environment to the very clean white processing room.

The walls were now all dull grey, then there were the cells that the detainees were kept in. They were jail cells, no ifs or buts, solid steel bars holding the captive ghouls where they were to stay for most likely the rest of their lives. Some groans and moans could be hear for some cells, crying from others and the occasional angry detainee yelling out inconceivable nonsense. It was a very large complex divided into many blocks, each block held at least 600 ghouls. eventually the guard got her to her cell in the fourth block of god knows how many. her cell was already had an occupant a frail looking man who stood at around 5'8. He was huddled in the corner thin as a stick, they obviously didn't feed the detainees much.

The guard slid open the bars separating them from this stick like man. [color=gray]"Hey bones look, we got you some more company."[/color] the guard jeered as he lightly shoved Estelle into the cell closing the gate behind her. [color=gray]"Now play nice you two, wouldn't want food to be late again would you bones?"[/color] a soft whimper escaped the frail mans form but he made no signs of moving. She guard shook his head locked the cell and walked off back to the processing room.

Bones would just be sitting there motionless murmuring to himself.