Calvin awoke with a start. He shivered. Where  was he? He knew almost nothing.  He sat up. He looked around and took in his surroundings.
The walls littered with Grafiti of all colors. There was a heavy metal door. He was sitting on the only thing in the room. Not even a window. The bed was so hard, he wanted a softer one.  He was wearing a -hospital gown? And a plastic wristband.
He looked closer.

Calvin 
G: Male    E: Brown   H: Blond
Englishman
Offend- C21

What? Was this his name? What did C21 mean?? His head kept filling with questions. Why was he only wearing  a robe? And nothing on his feet? Not even underwear.

"Hello?" A female voice sounded distant. "Hello?" He called back.
Then more and new voices. "MORE NOOBS?" a groan opened from the voice.  A large clang and the girls voices some more.  Then his door was pushed open with a clang too. The girls door must have been opened.
The guy was Burly, and stared him down. "Your name?" 
The girl and another guy was visible.
"Calvin."  He stuttered. "Well Calvin your the fith noob this week" he said his name mockingly.
"What's your name?" He asked the big dude.
"Gaston." He glared. "Now let's go noob."
Calvin stepped out side and was basicly pushed out. "Where are we?"
"Rosevelt Asylum."  He pushed him forward.
"Why are we here?" Calvin inquired.
"Don't know. We did not know where here was untuill last year."
We stepped out of the asylum, few people walked the side walks. He lead me to a shop called Frenchesca fashonistas.
"Is it run by Frenchesca?" He sassed
"Yep."
"Ayye here another noob."  Gaston pushed him inside
"Another noon? Bloody hell their has been four!"  A large girl, with bright pink hair came out
"Two more actually." Gaston pushed me and the girl forward.
"Gina." She said meekly.
"Calvin." I tried to sound confident.
Frenchesca rolled her eyes
"Don't even." Frenchesca pushed us into her store, for what I assume clothes.
And I need them.
Shopping.
Yippee.