Once everyone was shuffled out of the bus, fucking ugly carrot orange jumpers were lain out for fitting. The quick strip gave Danny a good look at who he was up against. A good flash of a couple nice racks brought a devious smile to his face. The grin quickly fell once he saw every other MAN on that bus. Shit, half the women were more burly than him. He groaned, smashing his head against the wall. At this point, his best bet was to hide in corners and steal whatever he could. It was what he did best after all, next to some fantastic sex.<br/><br/>â€œMierda mierda mierdaâ€¦â€ He muttered, pulling on one of the smallest womenâ€™s jumpsuits. He could hear a couple guards behind him chuckle away. Something snapped at that stupid, annoying laugh and he whipped around, sharpened nails tensed.<br/><br/>â€œShut the fuck up you worthless piece of shit.â€ The rather tattooed man cackled away, saliva spewing from his mouth as he did so.<br/><br/>â€œThought you were a little girl first time a saw you. That mouth on you isnâ€™t gonna be helping you anytime soon in here.â€ I small growl rippled in his throat but he stepped back, eyes narrowed. He stepped back in the line and waited to be shipped off outside. That very same guard He had now fondly began calling lard ass, shoved him down the hallways, outside to the yard.<br/><br/>The hallways were all shockingly similar, no doubt so any escapeeâ€™s would get lost.<br/><br/>â€œGood luck toothpick, your gonna need it.â€ That same gravely laugh echoed through the grounds and once my sneakered feet hit the burning cement he could already feel people sizing him up.<br/><br/>â€œJesus Christ, Iâ€™m fucked.â€<br/><br/>Finding one rather empty corner he walked over particularly calmly , eyes straight ahead and sat down. He didnâ€™t plan on moving from that spot for a long time. The blaring heat from the sun was intensified by the concrete ground but he stayed down, fists clenched. He didnt deserve to be here. Prostitution shouldnt be a crime. The drug use and stealing and gangs weren't that bad... He groaned and ran sweaty fingers through his hair. He sounded like a sad little girl.