Snippet #2348797

[Location: Cell Block A]
[Time: 5:42PM]
[Date: 19th of June 2013]

Akira was walking slowly. Well, not walking. Balancing. More specific, he was balancing on one of the handrails on the third floor in cell block A. The best word to describe his actions would have been idiocy. However, Akira himself didn't think of it as idiocy. He found it fun. It was his first time doing it, but he still enjoyed it. His hands was 'sticking out' on each side to help him keep balance as he used the small pit between his heels and his toes to hold on to the rail itself. He had a happy, slightly childish smile on his face. He had been walking around on the handrail like that for a few minutes now. Nobody dared to comment it though. Talking to him was considered as taboo unless he really liked that person. People who had been in the prison for a few months would know what people to systematically avoid as much as possible to avoid trouble. You could call it a 'Top ten do not encounter' list if you'd like. He had no idea himself where on that list he was. His position was number three. The one on the top was some woman who was hardly ever seen. He didn't know what power she had or anything, he just knew that she existed. He had no idea who the second person was at all. No name, no gender, and no power. Just plain nothing. Then it was him because of his so called split personality. It was understandable though.

[Location: Cafeteria Cell Block A]
[Time: 6:17PM]
[Date: 19th og June 2013]

Akira entered the cafeteria slowly. The locks from the strait-jacket was resting on the ground, making an annoying sound. The sound of metal towards concrete. People looked at him for about a second before quickly looking away, not wanting to break his 'privacy'. He walked up to the counter in the cafeteria, looking at what there was to choose from. The cafeteria itself reminded of a convenience-store really. You paid x meal tickets for each meal. The flashier, the more expensive. Things like soda was really expensive, while regular, healthy meals was cheaper. The cheapest there was would be the leftover-soup. In other words, you would have no idea what you ate. For all you knew, there could be a shoe in it for all you know. "I'll have..." He started, slowly. He tapped his lips slowly, trying to figure out what to get. He knew that he would be able to afford it, but still, he wanted something that he would like. It had been a while since he decided to eat something else than a simple soup. "Hmm..." The woman behind the counter waited patiently, knowing better than pushing on him. "Is there any tomato in sandwich number... four?" Akira asks to the woman, still tapping his lips. "No, there's not" She replied to him. "Okay then, I'll take one then" he said to her. He looked up at the price-board. It costed 30 meal-tickets. The leftover-soup costed about five tickets, so the sandwich wasn't that expensive. Without a word, the woman got him one of the sandwiches. It was packed in some regular plastic. It seemed like a stupid decision considering that it could probably be used as a weapon, but considering that all the prisoners was already armed with far more deadly weapons, so it didn't really matter. "Oh, and a coke" He said. The final price ended up on 110 tickets. In other words, the soda costed 80 then. Over two, almost three times the price of the sandwich. The woman nodded and took out one of the cold boxes. "130 then" she said. He looked around in his pocket a little before he found a sealed 10x10 pack of meal tickets (10 times 10 point tickets) and three loose ones. "Here you go" he said to her. She didn't respond as he moved out of the line and walked towards the entrance of the cafeteria again.

[Location: Cell Block A]
[Time: 6:34PM]
[Date: 19th of June 2013]

Akira sat down on one of the handrails on the second floor and unwrapped the sandwich. It was a rather simple cheese and ham sandwich with some salad. He took a small bite of the loaf, not sure what to expect. It tasted pretty decent actually. He shrugged and continued to eat.