Richie didn’t speak a word to anyone as he is shuffled along, taken through the usual process and put in his cell, taking a deep breathe and almost wanting to gag just from the smells coming from the block. He shakes his head noticing the man in the cell next to him looking at him with a mirror, Richie getting a glimpse of the mans face himself and already he spit on the ground.

“Get a good enough fucking look? I bet if you had s camera you would take a picture wouldn’t you? Fuckin fanook...”

The the guy didn’t say anything, but he could see in his eyes that he had one thing on his mind, and quite frankly after being arrested tried and the whole trial process Richie wasn’t in he best of moods... especially the mood for this type of shit.

“I’ll be seeing you in the yard bitch” The next door neighbor growls as the mirror is pulled back from observation view.. Richie now unpacking his things, taking the opportunity to sit down for a smoke taking a few deep breathes he nods, the reality of his environment starting to sink in with each drag of the cigarette...

Later in the afternoon Richie finds himself on the yard, for the most part the guys knew what type of heavy things he was involved with on the outside. But in this case as in the case of his neighbor not everyone took him seriously or some were just plain ignorant. The inmate finds himself having a smoke with his back to the wall as all the smart fish do, noticing his neighbor lifting weights not to far from him.

“I wouldn’t try it Rich,”

The voice heard from his side, much to his surprise he recognized this character as an associate he knew on the outside. Both not really an acquaintance but know enough about each-other to show some respect. Still Richie scoffs at this warning, remarking back confidently.

“I dare you to tell me that again after I’ve knocked his damn teeth out... He’s going down, already, I mean shit you can see the sick look in his eyes.”

Richie had no doubts what would transpire if he didn’t send a message, but the yard was to open to many eyes to witness what was going to eventually happen, he figured now was a time to wait. To rush in and attack now would be suicide.

“It will need to be dealt with soon, guessing you been here a while eh....”

The two men light a cigarette each and begin to talk casually, although paying attention to the conversation his eyes still on anything and everything that moves on the yard around him. Making sure to catch the little things, what’s dropped off here and who’s picking up what where.

“Anyways I’ll see what I can do Richie by no promises okay?”

Richie nods at the remark of his associate, the latter seeing if he could acquire Richie what he had asked for. As the buzzer rings and the neer do wells are brought back inside. Richie can hear the faint talks about him in the back of the line, more importantly the voice of that guy sticking out like a sword thumb, playing to his anger and making him clenches his fist.

“Just ignore it Rich.... just let it go just let it the fuck go he’s gonna get his”

By the time the group has made its way back to the cell block Richie was already fuming.. and as each inmate is lined up outside their cells, Richie finally looks over at the neighbor that was giving him so much trouble. The nasty neighbor blowing Richie a kiss, this the moment that set him off

“You fucking fanook? Here I’ll give you something hard”

Within moments of his words Richies fist connects with the targets face, people around starting to chant as both men begin to exchange blows. Richie very well fighting for respect and his own dignity. Feeling himself start to get woozy from each shot he is taking, he scrambles for a quick way to end it.

“The fuck are you made of? Just go down already for Christ’s sake.”

Richie yells as he propels his knee forward, as fortune would have it he connects with his victim. Knee squarely hitting the would be rapist in the groin, and that little duck it caused making the perfect storm for the uppercut which cracks the mans jaw... Richie moving over top of him, showering down hit after hit until finally gunshots go off and he steps off before the guards have him in their sights. Looking down at his victim he mutters with a smirk.

“The fuck you have to say for yourself now huh? Only person that got fucked was you....”

As Richie takes a few deep breathes, he can’t help but look around at the others who had seen him deliver such a savage beating. Nobody meeting his eye he feels a little twinge of pride, the presidense had been set. And he figured he would have an easier time in the can moving forward. Even still that moment he was dragged to solitary confinement.