Xander just walked behind her. "Anything would be better then the crap they served in my old School." He muttered under his breath. He felt like starting a fight with the first person that looks at him the wrong way. He wasn't about to hit a girl unless he had to. Maybe i'll find a knife, or the very least a spoon. Given the right angle, pressure and friction it would do nicely. When he got to the Cafe he was surpised by how many people were here. There was roughly about 100 kids in the line alone. Then another 100 already eating. Xander couldn't beieve how many kids get shipped here. He just got in line and waited for some food.

"School food happens to be much better than this shit," Ashley mumbled, more to herself than him. She waited impatiently in line, eyes traveling around the room, trying to take in everyone who looked malicious, and those who were scared; they were the easiest to get along with. After several minutes of waiting she took her tray of exceptionally gross smelling food and sat by herself at one of the tables. She wasn't going to expose herself to anyone. Some people were here for more things than just stealing, such as murder and rape, neither of which she wanted to get mixed up with.

Inali sighed as she dragged her feet to the cafetaria. Until one of them stupid gaurds told her to pick up the pase. Deciding not to argue, Inali hurried up a bit. She trotted up in line, and grinned at the cop. He ignored her. Rolling her eyes, she waited as the lunch-person loaded up her tray with stuff that looked like it was recently defrosted. As she slide onto one of the more empty benches, only one person there, she smiled at her. "So... nice place, huh?", Inali said sarcasticly.

Xander couldn't believe how wrong he was. The roast beef looked like it had green spots, the corn was a slight reddish tint, and don't get him started on the mash potatoes. As he was walking to a garbage can another "student" walked up to him and said, "Your not going to throw that away are you? You to good for the food they serve here son?" Xander was waiting for a fight all day though his main plan was to blow off some steam during yard time. He didn't need to get tossed into solitary on his first day. He just stared the inmate down. That caused the inmate to cock back his fist and hit Xander square in the nose. When the guards saw the commotion they tackled the other inmate.

"Yeah, this is definately heaven," Ashley grumbled, looking over at Inali with a shrug. She picked at her food with her fork, angry they were feeding them such trash. Seriously, she was already underweight, were they trying to kill her? She was about to get up to toss her tray when she noticed Xander and another of the boys speaking, or at least, the other boy speaking. She stood abruptly as the boy threw a punch at Xander's face, and without even thinking went to help out. Ash narrowed her eyes as the guards ripped the boy, who was struggling to get free, away from Xander. "You listen up, punk," she hissed, "None of us want to be here, so fuck off and be a good little boy until we are allowed to leave." The guards stared at her, and one opened his mouth to speak but she cut him off with a wave of her hand and the turn of her heel as she moved to sit back down at her seat.

I watched as a boy threw a punch at another, his fist landing forcefully sqaure in the face of the other boy. Guards jumped at the boy who threw the punch, trying to restrain him. I felt the tilt of my lips form a smile. Fights were always fun to watch. But once they were over, the thrill was gone, and everything was back to normal. Well, as normal as normal could get in this shithole.
I took advantage of the moment and cut in front of about five masculine looking girls. Being in jail does that to you.
I snatched my tray up recklessly and pushed past a few girls, earning a few dirty names but quickly brushing them off and heading to a table that had only one girl accompying it. I slid into the bench across from her, sized her up, deciding she was an anorexic, then looked down at my tray wordlessly, then back up at the girl with jade eyes, no longer being able to stand the sight of the mutated sandwhich in front of me.

"Want my sandwhich?" I asked, trying to break the awkwardness. I was kind of hoping she'd say no. I didn't want to have to watch her devour the so called sandwhich. I lifted the piece of soggy bread, peeking into the sandwhich that held some kind of white-greyish looking meat.

"I think they're feeding us roadkill." I said flatly, dropping the slice of bread that made a sick slap noise as it hit the meat. And I wouldn't of been surprised if it was roadkill. I bet they went prying around the roads, peeling off raccoons and squirrels off the road, put them in an oven, throw some spices on them, and Vwala; Sandwhich.

I could see two guards watching me from the corner of my eye, one of them with hands on his belt. I recognized one of them as Charlie by the hairy catipillar sleeping on his top lip. I ran my fingers through my hair, turning my attention back to the brunette and ignoring the intoxicating smell of baloney and the annoying hum of other inmates.

Inali looked at the fight with one eyebrow raised. Hopefully something like that wasn't going to happen to her. Glaring at the crap-on-a-plate they called food, Inali nudged a 'carrot' with her fork. Her face fored an expresion of horrer when the fork sunk in. Correction; boiled carrot. Wonderful. "This is disgusting. And the sad part is that eventually we're going to get to the point where we'll be too hungry... and we'll actually eat it.", Anali stated blandly.

Xander followed Ash back to her seat. "Does my nose look broken?" He asked when he sat down. Xander rubbed his hand under his nose and saw the familiar color on his hand. He now knew that it was bleeding thats for sure. It wasn't he wasn't it used to. He licked his hand. Xander loved the copperish taste of blood.

"No, but you're going to have a nasty bruise," Ash replied. She turned to him and grabbed the other napkins she hadn't used; actually, she hadn't even eaten, so she hadn't needed them. "Stay still," she added. A little scared to hurt him she took his chin in one hand and with the other gently cleaned off the blood. Once finished she put the bloodied napkins on her tray, frowning at the blood that had dripped onto her fingers. She was standing to get more napkins when one of the guards grabbed her by the arm, pulling her a couple feet from the table.

"Did you do this?" he demanded, seizing her hand and showing her the blood, then pointing to Xander.

Ashley stared at him. "Are you kidding me? You just saw what happened! I was just helping!"

His jaw tensed. "You better watch out, kid," he growled before releasing her. A scowl on her lips she grabbed the napkins she needed before sitting back down.

"Thanks. You didn't need to help." Xander said moving his nose back and forth. He could feel the cardalige move back and forth. It was painful. He just bit his lip. He could taste the blood from his lip in his mouth. Wow i bleed a little to easily. No wonder i could nic myself on my nail and bleed. Xander just kept sucking on his lip. Trying not to let her see his split lip.

Ashley shook her head, and went back to picking at her food with her fork. After several moments she got up and dumped her tray, annoyed with both herself and the cooks. She was already underweight, she didn't need to get any lighter! A frown in her eyes she reseated herself and proceeded to stare at the table, thinking about her future. Where was she supposed to go? How could she survive without someone to look after her? Absently she rubbed her temples and closed her eyes, hoping to relieve the tension.

I stared at them both as they had there own little conversation. I clenched and unclenched my jaw.

"Or you can just ignore me." I added, eyes flashing.

"Fucking kids." I spat before shoving my tossing my tray across the table, getting mashed potatoes all over the place.

I strutted up to a guard. He tensed and a few guards looked over at me.

"I want to go back to my cell." I stated.

He shook his head, hand on his belt. To be exact, the gun on his belt. "You go back to your cell when everybody else does. Go sit down." He informed me.

"I don't wanna' sit down. I want back in my cell." I told him again.

Another guard walked up behind me. "Go sit down." He repeated.

"You fuckin' slow or something?" I asked, "I said I want back in my cell. Want me to spell it out for you?"

Another guard was approaching now, I recognized him as Charlie. "I'll take her back Jim. Gimme your hands."

I shot him a glare but cooperated. He cuffed me and brought me back to the cell silently. He didn't usher or push me though, he just unlocked the handcuffs and waited for me to step in. I did as expected, but looked back at him cautiously, rubbing my wrists.

He shrugged and walked off. I grunted and sprawled myself across the bed, ignoring the dull throb in my temples. Fucking kids. Think they're too good for me or something? They think that fight was bad? They haven't seen jackshit. Try growing up in Chicago and see the shit that goes down there. Hah! The thought of those little prissy girls in my neighborhoods amused me. Mostly because I envisioned beating the shit out of them, but also because I was pissed. Real pissed.