[center][h1][color=#DC143C]JJ[/color][/h1][/center]

	Wertham Community Centre was JJ's new home it seemed like. That much was told to him by the appointed lawyer and his jailbird of an aunt, and a half year stay no less. The lad just rolled his eyes at his own thoughts and lumped his dufflebag to the ground with a [b]thud[/b]. Sure he had about three Enfield's and Triumph motorcycles hidden away under a tarp, a few JDM joyrides of the four wheeled type under his belt, and all the tomfoolery that is required reading for such exploits, but six months "helping the community"? His spontanunity did not jive well to the idea. Here he was just having his fun and now the MAN was to curtail him. It made him suck his teeth in distain. His piercings where gone, his hair strewn over his eyes, and no he was quietly and dully accepting a new jumpsuit from a man he already forgot his name to. 

	Orange, huh. [color=#DC143C][i]That'll stain[/i][/color], He thought. [color=#DC143C][i]Man I could bump a smoke right now[/i][/color] was his next line of thought as he meandered over to the locker room's doorway. What kind of urchins did this seabed have? JJ saw no one inside. But he could smell aerosol which did nothing for his johnsin for a cig. As he claimed a lower-level locker to the end he spied purple on one locker. Six months was a long tenure for a guy who hardly kept the same address that long. Still, as he quickly derobed without to much fuss, he let his mind linger on his future some. [color=#DC143C][i]It's community service, not a sentence.[/i][/color] bickered his more positive side. Lost in that thought he zipped up his new attire and wandered out with the rest of the delinquents. JJ was lined up with the rest along a railing to a harbor and the big man of the evening was speaking. 

After he was done with his speech, he asked if they had questions. JJ kind of looked at his feet and bit his lip. His brow furrowed as the lad thought of a right question to even ask, he was more curious of the line-up he was with.