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After Elite decided not to talk to the investigator and admit to the crime she was accused of she was taken to the intake center. Here they begin the process of booking. They start by patting her down. Then she's placed in waist and leg restraints to be seated with other women.
Elite looks at the others around her not believing she's here. Murder... It takes awhile before her name's called. She's instructed to follow a red line to the area where you take the mugshot and get fingerprinted.
She stands in front of a plain background following the orders of a detention tech. Elite's still wearing the air brush shirt making the county jail employee do a doubletake. Her eyebrows furrow looking at one of the guards on standby wondering if they should already make her change into a uniform.
The man shrugs brushing it off, so she does too. "Look straight ahead."
Once again, Elite knows it's not the time.. She immediately goes into 'find your angle, bad bitch' mode. Might as well make the mugshot look good. She hits her signature pose making sure her head is angled down perfectly before looking into the camera.
She can hear Shinobi's voice since he was the one who used his photography skills to capture every moment... "Make love to the camera. Make me love it," he'd say playfully hitting the button making the shutter sound off and the flash attack.
The flash going off and the detention tech telling her to turn brings her back to reality. This isn't a fun loving bonding moment between a couple creating memories to cherish. She's going to a cell and cot after this.
Until then they take all of Elite's jewelry putting it in a sealed envelope to return to her later. The woman looks over her. "Lashes off," she instructs.
"They're lash extensions."
The tech looks at her like she doesn't believe her. Elite groans reaching up and pulling at them to show they don't just rip off.
"What about the hair?"
"Tape-in hair extensions. It's not a wig or sew-in." From past experience from being arrested before, she knows they allow inmates to keep hard-to-remove weaves and extensions.
They still check the roots for any type of contraband and to make sure she isn't hiding anything. "You can keep them in for now. If you don't make bail you're going to have to take them out," she informs Elite.
From there she's strip searched, showered and told to change into a jail uniform. After waiting hours she's finally screened for medical and mental health issues. Between the physical, dental and eye examinations she's tired. That's on top of the long list of personal questions.
"Do you take any medications?" The jailhouse nurse asks.
"No," Elite lies. She knows it might bite her in the ass later, especially at trial, but she doesn't care.
