Damian opened his eyes to a man with a hairy chest, and a crooked grimy smile with missing teeth and bad breath.

"Eh? Mate, I'd like to say somethin' to you, and I've been waiting in this very spot for two days for you to wake up." The man winked and chuckled.

"What would that be exactly?" Damian was repulsed and thought the man vile.

The man pulled his head backwards like a bird does before they choke up their food for their young.

"You really piss me off, layin' on MY bed, on MY sheets, stinkin' them up with yer perfume that smells of my least favorite fruit, watermelon."

Damian sat up and the man moved away.

"So sorry sir, but I passed out and I really don't know where I am."

"Oh HO HO! You don't know where you are?!" He chuckled loudly.

"Yer in the fine asylum for misfits and other criminals, called Walla-Walla."

"Why am I here?"

The man chuckled again.

"Hell if I know, they arrest anyone who commits a crime no matter how big or small. I don't know about you, you could of murdered a dog or something. All I did was punch a man in the face, and I've been here for five years."

Damian stared up at the man confused.

"Did you get a trial or anything?"

The man looked at Damian.

"A what? What's a trial?"

Did I fall in a different country or something? Thought Damian.

"Hey, man, now that you've confused me and all, I think you should get off my bed."

Damian jumped off the hairy chested man's bed.

"Hey! Where am I supposed to sleep then?!" Damian snapped.

"On tee ground o'course." The hairy man winked.

"Oi, the ground smells of shit!" Damian yelled angrily.

"Yep, just what we all have to deal with from time to time."

The old hairy man rolled over and fell asleep. The room filled up with the sound of him snoring like a train going through a tunnel. Nothing was constant about the snoring, so Damian didn't get more than a wink of sleep that night.

Clang,clang,morning guards hit the bars on the doors.

"Food! Get to the cafeteria now!" Two guards who wore yellow and black stripped uniforms with police type hats and even a badge that said 'Walla Walla,' stood at the door and opened it. One was Fat and short with blond messy hair, and the other was skinny and of average height for a man with a buzz cut colored mousy brown. 

"And you!" The shorter fat guard pointed at Damian. "The warden wants to see you." The guard took a pair of hand cuffs out of his back pocket. They were yellow with black stripes, as if Walla Walla was making a fashion statement that yellow with black stripes was their brand. The fat guard twirled Damian around so his back was facing him, and took his arms and pretzel-ed them. He then put the pair of cuffs around Damian's wrists. Of course, it hurt like a bitch. Damian hadn't ever felt the pain of his hands being behind his back without being able to move them. 

It seemed like the prison had gone on forever. The guard took him through many rooms. A library, a kitchen, a big industrial room where they made pillows and many other things made of fabric, a big laundry room where some of the prisoners look bored, and plenty of other rooms with things you'd find in a prison, and ones you wouldn't find there.

Finally, they got to a room labeled 'Warden Mitchell Folk- Ruler of Walla Walla prison complex.'
The door was yellow with black stripes. Oh, what a surprise, thought Damian. The window was of stained glass, and had a picture of a yellow and black hornet on it. This is just getting ridiculous, Damian rolled his eyes. The guard opened the door and pushed Damian through it really hard. Damian landed on his face AGAIN. Oh brother, will my face ever survive this ordeal?

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So I realize I use the main character's name a TON of times through out each chapter, but give me a break, third person omnipresent is hard to do. I'm practicing, and you're my guinea pigs to test on. You're the first people to read this, so do me a favor, and actually comment when I'm doing things wrong? Or if something could be improved a certain way that may cater to you and my general audience of who knows who? 

I'm probably going to write the next chapter today so I don't lose my train of thought on it. It'll definitely be published since it'll be the first (actually I wrote 300 words added to this) chapter written ENTIRELY on watt pad.