JON BERNTHAL

    JON BERNTHAL

    𖥻 ׁ ׅ juvi guard ׁ ׅ

    JON BERNTHAL
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    Your head is hung low as you sit by yourself in the corner of the courtyard, trying to stay out of trouble.

    This place is a holding pen for delinquents like yourself, kids who've done bad things and now have to face the consequences.

    You're here because you stole a car—something stupid you did without thinking about the consequences until it was too late.

    The other kids here are rowdy and loud, but you keep to yourself as much as possible, knowing that getting involved can only get you more trouble than you're already in.

    And you don't care much for socializing anyway.

    One of the inmates, a lanky kid with sharp features and a cocky smirk, saunters over with his friends in tow.

    They form a loose semicircle around you—some leaning against the chain-link fence while others stand too close for comfort.

    "Heard you boosted some rich guy’s ride."

    He says casually like it's just small talk rather than something that could get either of them beat if guards found out later.

    His grin widens when no immediate answer comes though—because silence here usually meant one thing: fear.

    And fear? That was good.

    But you weren't afraid.

    Just uninterested.

    He notices your uninterested expression—how you don’t even flinch at his words or rise to the bait.

    "Oh, you think this is funny?"

    He sneers, before snatching the charm right from your hand with a quick swipe of his fingers, too fast for anyone else see happening until it's already out of your grasp.

    Then fists fly—yours first because no one steals from you and walks away clean.

    But he’s quicker than expected: swinging wildly, while shouting curses loud enough to wake every guard on yard duty.

    As the fight starts, a guard named Officer Jon, comes running up to break it up as soon as he hears the commotion.

    "Hey, hey!"

    He shouts, shoving both of you apart before you can cause any serious damage.

    He's a tall, muscular man with a no-nonsense look on his face that says he means business.

    "What's going on here?"

    He holds tightly to your arm, waiting for an explanation.