<div class="floatleft">(http://oi54.tinypic.com/200wpdc.jpg)</div>This wasn’t right... Not right at all.<br/><br/>How had he ended up in this situation? Riding on a God-forsaken bus to a prison that he didn’t deserve to be in? He had done nothing wrong, had even taken time from his life in order to defend his country serving in the armed forces, risking everything selflessly for the sake of millions... And yet here he was, alone and abandoned by the very people he had been instructed to take care of.<br/><br/>He loathed it deeply and sighed, looking out of the window at the barren landscape as the bus rumbled along the dirty road, bumps causing him to jerk upward and curse quietly to himself, which in turn earned him a brief glare from the driver. It was alright though, Jay told himself; the man didn’t understand, thought that he was another criminal like the other men he had ferried to and from civilised society.<br/><br/>He wasn’t, however. He had done nothing wrong, and was determined to get out of the place as fast as he was able to. He would call a good lawyer, someone who would listen to him and represent him in a court... He wouldn’t spend long in the prison if he could help it. He was certain. There had to be some justice left in the world, and Jay was sure that he would come off better, especially when compared to the criminals that already were within the prison.<br/><br/>A heavy sigh passed between his lips as he leaned his head sideways against the warm glass, his basic black vest hanging loosely upon his tone upper body, a slender tattoo of an elegant dragon coiled about his left shoulder, vanishing beneath the fabric. His arms had folded and rested upon his rather ragged navy jeans, held up by an equally ragged leather belt and he yawned openly, lifting a hand to run over his short black hair with another sigh. It was so very dull; waiting for something he couldn’t avoid, no matter how he longed too...<br/><br/>Still, the journey soon came to a close and he blinked quickly as the bus lurched to a stop outside the grand complex, a frown coming to Jay’s rather attractive face as the driver spoke. “Out you get; a guard’s waitin’ for you if you do anythin’ funny...” The man’s tone was hostile and gruff; something ay didn’t appreciate...<br/><br/><em>It’s alright, Jay... He thinks you’re one of them...</em><br/><br/>He calmed himself as he merely stood and hurried from the bus, stepping out into the hot area of the outer prison, narrowing his eyes finely upon the grim-looking building... He wouldn’t remain long in there. He was innocent. He had done nothing wrong. He was nothing like the others.<br/><br/>A rather large man stood waiting for him at the gates of the prison and swiftly closed the distance between them, his burly appearance heightened by the large club that was fastened to a thick belt about his hips, which his hand lingered upon. “Rule one: You want to last long, you’ll shut you and behave. Rule two: You get caught roughhousing with the other inmates, going against the superiors or any other shit, it’ll be solitary for you. Rule three; You’re here because you’re scum, and you’ll be treated like that.”<br/><br/>The man then abruptly gripped Jay’s arm, who winced at the contact, teeth clenching with a low hiss. He forced himself to simply walk through the gates, looking around slowly as he was guided into the prison before suddenly he and the guard stopped at a four-way branch of the corridor, the latter clicking his tongue. “Since you were late, we don’t have all your papers yet...” HE commented, speaking as though it was jay’s fault before he continued. “So you’ll have to mull about here for a bit until we figure out where to put you, so shut up and behave until then.”<br/><br/>It seemed like a rather useless way of bringing in new inmates; however, jay merely sighed heavily and looked around, searching for another person nearby. He felt a little awkward simply standing in the hallway... Maybe there would be somewhere he could amuse himself until he was placed?