Josh left his cell shortly after it opened, he made his way to the long line to receive his bowl of mystery food. By now, most of the seats were taken and unless you had a group or gang to call your own. You'd have to fight for a seat. Josh wandered to an area with a couple of guys sitting down, they were kind of notorious among the inmates. He considered fighting for their seat, it would be fun and the only entertainment he really had but should he. Creating a scene would only get him in more trouble with the guards or Todd. Josh sighed. "Damn conscience." he thought, turning and heading to eat against the wall. Bringing more heat on himself wouldn't do him any good. Cyrus was no where to be found at the moment, as the facility was so large. It was easy to lose someone. 

After forcing down his slop, he tried to find someone to talk to. To make friends with. Leaving his bowl at the turn in window, he moved towards a dark haired girl and boy who seemed to be chatting. As he walked over to them, a guard blocked his path. He looked just like all the others, almost like clones. Only differing by the occasional swapping of helmets, visors, or face guards. This particular guard was one he'd had problems with before. (This is the shit head that interacted with Serenity) His helmet had white spade painted on the front. "Where you going Stone?" he asked, his right hand up against Josh's chest to stop him from moving. "Oh, just to the liquor store. Want anything?" he replied like a smart ass, hating these prejudice scum bags. Spade man gave a short and very fake laugh before sucker punching Josh in the face with a hard left. The surrounding inmates started to get hyped, loving nothing more than to see a good fight. 

The punch had enough impact to turn Josh sideways but he remained standing. "Keep it up boy, I dare you." he said angrily, but inviting a fight. When an inmate assaults a guard, they get put in the box. A common term for the same thing in almost any prison. It was solitary and confined, realistically not much different from their usual cells. But the box had audio blasters and heaters to make it impossible to even think straight. "But we're just starting to have so much fun." Josh replied, sporting a grin. This just pissed off Spade that much more. He reared back and landed a really hard hit to Josh's stomach, this dropped him to his knees. "You're right, this is fun." said Spade, now holding Josh's head with his hand before raising his knee to rock Josh in the face. He fell back but caught himself in a crab walk position, barely. He spit blood to his side as he tried to regain his vision. 

Being hit like that turned everything white for a moment but he was still very coherent. Josh started to laugh, almost like a psychotic laugh. The only way to get back at the guards without getting thrown in the box was to kill them kindness, or brush them off and make them feel like they aren't effective. "You done yet? I've got better things to do than play with you." he said, slowly bringing himself forward and to one knee. Spade was getting really frustrated, the inmates wanted more blood. The guards wanted a show, something to bet on. Without the slightest bit of participation from Josh, there was nothing for Spade to do. "I'll be seeing you around Stone." he said with a smirk before walking off. The inmates boo'ed at the lack of a fight, some even throwing their cups of gruel. Josh simply got up and finally made his way over to his intended targets. "Mind if I talk with you two?" he asked, his smiled at them, his teeth slightly stained with blood still.