The Misfits Of New Orleans - Part 3 Daylight filtered into the trunk of the car where Joey was laying, just laying and waiting, laying and waiting. That's all it was until a similar feeling to the too strong hands grappled his shoulders and pulled his arms until he was out of the humid car he'd been travelling in for the last 3 and a half hours. All around him Joey could he loud shouting, distant blows of whistles and pants of pain and fatigue. He scraped his eyes open, even though extraordinary amounts of sleep were forcing them together, to see a sort of reception area. It had a modern little desk with a TV at the back displaying pictures of an army like scene. Well, he did just arrive at a misfit training camp ran by the military, what was he expecting. He rattled his body free of the grasp of the two men. "Horbin, Joseph. He's on the list." "Right this way." Exclaimed the woman who rand the reception area. Joey found he quite attractive in an executive kind of way and sent a couple of flirtatious looks and cheeky winks her way. She thought nothing of them. They began to walk down this dark corridor, kind of like the ones you'd see in a horror movie. The lights were flickering, there were distant noises coming from outside the building, it was a pretty scary scene but Joey kept his head down (well... When he wasn't trying to flirt his way into the pants of the reception worker) and he made it through. The women pulled a key out of her back pocket and opened the room that stood silently before her. Room 2391. As she turned the key, Joey felt a sudden shiver travel through his spine. He trembled as he was thrown inside the room and locked in. As he heard the turn of the key he made his way to his uncomfortable-looking bed and he just sat there, in silence, doing absolutely nothing. After about 5 minutes of pointless silence passed he began to look around the area. It looked like some sort of run down hotel room that was at least 2 star but moderately clean. After scavenging for any clue for what he was to do next he came across a note. This not had some sort of timetable in it and by the looks of the title; "Joseph Horbin's Daily Orders", it was for him. He scanned the page: Morning Roll Call and Room Inspection- 5:30 Breakfast- 5:45 Outdoor Training - 6:10 Lunch- 120 Indoor Training- 130 Education Session- 160 Free Time- 170 Curfew- 200 Lights out- 210 Joey was used to staying up till 3 am getting drunk and doing things that he would regret the morning after, then going on to wake up at around 5pm ready to do it all again. How could he adapt to this sort of dramatic change? He thought of what his mom would be doing right now. He thought of ways he wish he could have just asked her why she did this. But it's too late now, he was there, he was a part of the NOMTC if he liked it or not. There was no way out. Joey decided to lay down his head which was full of creative and unrealistic escape attempts and began to sleep.

The Misfits Of New Orleans - Part 2 Oh, you thought Joey died right? No, of course not. Joey and some minor injuries from that accident that night, a couple of scratches and bruises. But when he got home after surviving the patronising hospital nurses he walked in to find his mother sat by a closed suitcase. "Joseph, we need to talk." She said in a gentle tone. Joey sniggered. "I don't want to talk about it okay. Just let me sleep." Joey began to approach the bed his mother was sat on and began to pull the covers up when his mother grabbed his arm firmly. "Mom." "You're not sleeping here tonight." "But wher--" Before he could even finish his sentence Joey was grabbed by his shoulder and pulled into the arms of two muscular men. He couldn't move and he didn't want to try and struggle. The last thing he heard his mother say was nothing. She said absolutely nothing. Still being dragged and tossed around two bodybuilder-like men, Joey shouted "How could you do this Mom!" Knowing that she wasn't going to hear him. A loud thump occurred as Joey felt a sort of carpeted surface make contact with his skin. Where was he? It came to him when he heard the piercing noises of screeching tires. He was in the trunk of a car. He had been taken by two complete strangers and thrown into the back of a car. He began to move his head upwards to see the word NOMTC. And at that moment, he knew exactly where he was going and he didn't like it one bit. The car journey was rough. No seatbelt to keep him upright, no comforting heated seats and loud heavy metal music blasting into his eardrums for a good hour and a half. He was in living hell. Yes, Joey knew actions had consequences but he would have never have thought that being basically kidnapped and tortured with the over enthusiastic sounds of Metallica would be his way to completely lose it. He just lay in the back of the car trying to block out the billions of voices in his head telling him he deserved it, telling him he was nothing but a misfit, telling him he was nothing. He didn't even know what to think of his own mother right now. Why would she send him to NOMTC? What did he do to her to deserve this? It was one of those unforgettable moments that are unforgettable for the wrong reasons.

The Misfits Of New Orleans - Part 1 Joey was a rebellious boy. He lived for the feel of the wind cascading through his rich, dark brown hair while he drove 80 miles per hour down a 60 mile per hour street. He kept his friends close; Rosanna and Harvey were his closest. #life was good. Freedom was everything, Joey had everything. Well, that's what everyone thought. Joey had a tendency of getting into trouble, he'd gamble his sorrows away and drink the pain that he couldn't bare to face. Himself and the law weren't particularly on the best of terms but he always seemed to get out of every situation he got himself into. Until this time, artificial sobbing wasn't enough. Heck, even glancing flirtatiously at the only female officer didn't even work! This time, Joey had to admit that he was screwed. January 15th 2015 "You need to go home, now!" Rosanna cried as a single tear began to roll down her cheek. All Joey could do was stare at her as her plan to force back the tears didn't really work out the way it should've. They both stood, staring for a while. "Now!" She exclaimed. Joey turned his back and began to stumble out of the door. For a second his vision became blurred and unclear but in a matter of seconds it went back to normal. He murmured slurred words to himself as he attempted to gain at least a small bit of stability as he got into his car, put the key into the ignition and drove away from Rosanna's. Still murmuring words that were hardly understandable, Joey began to accelerate his car. Faster and faster, he was driving himself away from what had just happened at Rosanna's house. Gaining speed, he lost control of the car. He hesitated and couldn't stop. It happened again, his vision was becoming distorted and strange. Snap back into into it he said to himself as he began to feel dizzy and faint. Faster and faster, the car was pretty much at top speed. However at this point, Joey was already blacked out and a few seconds after, the car was already merged with a tall willow tree that stood in the middle of no where. Yes, Joey had it all. Had.