"Come on you lazy idiots," the guard yells threw the cell bar's " Its your turn to serve breakfast." Ace slowly sits up rubbing his eyes. " Get dressed and get your ass's down stairs." He hears the guard once again yell. Ace, still half asleep, gets down off his top bunk. Then grabs his shirt and pulls it on. "Sanji wake up," Ace yawns, shaking his cell mate slightly, " your going to be sent to, IR, again." At the last comment the, blonde 18-year-old shot up from his blankets. Ace just laughs and walks over to the cell door. It opens and he walks out. WJF is so quit in the morning, it's almost peaceful Ace thought (he does that a lot). " Its so quit, rite," Sanji asks bringing Ace back to earth? " Hunh, yah," Ace smiles. Gaining a goof-ball smile back.
In the cafeteria, Sanji and Ace get done serving. Then serve them-selves. "I wonder what, He's, up to today," Sanji says, nodding his head to a room above the jail's cafeteria. "Who cares," Ace reply's, sitting down next to him? "You know he's not as bad as you think," Sanji sighs, " I mean he's just doing his job, its not his fault we're in here." He takes a huge spoon full of his porridge, Ace doing the same. "Yah, I know," Ace also sighs.
John Roy Bigby, the man honcho of this dump. He's actually a pretty decent man once you get to know him.
Flashback
" Look guys we've got a kid," a man with a long black beard laughs, " What are you in for, puny?" –laughs- Ace glares at the man then turns away. This action makes the ugly man angry, "look kid, if you don't want anything to happen to you; I suggest you answer my question." There's still no reply from the young boy. "That's it," the man declares, reaching out and grasping Ace by the collar; hitting him across the face. Not earning even a wince from the thirteen year old. This makes the older man's anger rise for the last time. He lifts his hand to strike again, when a loud voice booms out. " Touch that boy again fluff, and you'll spend the rest of the year in, IR."
Ace turns his head to see who had spoken. His eyes meet a tall, black haired man with a goatee. " You heard me, put him down," the man spoke again, " or do you want to make that two?" With that said the man holding Ace drops him.
End flashback
Ace looks up at the room again. Then smiles, "not such a bad guy." "Hunh, what's that," Sanji asks, elbowing Ace's side. He points to one of the window to the room. Sitting one of the small coach's was a young lady. She looked to be about seventeen or eighteen, her hair was a red-brown, long in the front; spiked in the back. She was dressed in all black. In her hand she held a sketchpad and pencil. Ace couldn't take his eyes off the girl. Sanji looked over at his, now drooling, cell mate. "Your drooling all over yourself," Sanji sighs, placing his empty bowl under Ace's mouth.