Crip wakes up to the sound of a loud beep, and the doors clicking.
What time was it?
He sits up, and looks at the door, open slightly.
Is he supposed to leave?
He stands up, rubbing his eyes as he slides the door open. There's people in the hallway. Most with scars and obviously lacking sleep. Crip fit in there...
He walks on out, and follows the crowd, heading into a large area with tables.

There's not as many people here as he thought. Still quite a few though.

"There you are~"
Crip jolts, turning to see the smiling man from yesterday. He was tall...

"What's your name?"

Crip swallows, struggling out, "E-Everett.."

"Heard you as in a gang. What's your gang name?"

How'd he-

Crip: "C-Crip.."

"Crip! How cute~ it's because you limp isn't it?"

Crip nods, and the smiling man starts laughing again.

"I like you~"

Oh no-

"My names Jacob, but folks around here like to call me Happy."

Crip: "Happy?"

Jacob grins.

Jacob: "Because of the scar~"

Crip: "Who did that to you?" Crip asks lowly.

Jacob starts laughing even louder, looking to the others.

Jacob: "You guys hear this?! Crippy wants to know who did this to me!"

They all start laughing, and suddenly Crip feels really small in his shoes.

Jacob: "I did this to myself~"

What?
This guy really is crazy!

Jacob: "I don't like not being happy! So you'll learn to make me smile~"

Crip backs away, only to be caught by another larger male. This one has scars too, one big one across his cheek, and another smaller on on his forehead.

"What's the matter Crippy? Am I scaring you?" He laughs.

Crip: "L-listen..we don't have to be enemies here. I just want peace."

Jacob steps closer.
Jacob: "Oh boy. You really don't know what you're in for~"

What'd he mean by that? Why aren't the guards doing anything?

"Breakfast time!" A guard yells out, and the inmates are distracted by the call.

Jacob: "Enjoy your first day Crippy, you'll need it~"

Jacob chimes before walking off. They were heading to an area on the far right of the large room, where ladies were handing out trays of food. Crip relaxes a bit, now that the inmates eyes aren't on him. These people were actually crazy...he didn't belong in here.

Guard: "You. Eat."
Crip jolts a bit, and quickly obeys the guard, getting in line and grabbing a tray of food. He finds an empty table, and sits by himself, eating. Everything bland, and cold. This was more like prison than he thought it'd be.

After their breakfast hours they're sent back to their rooms, and for once, Crip is grateful to be alone.