After the bloody display in the yard Cordelia walked in the direction of the Cafeteria right on the tails of another inmate who she noted looked a little less harmless than most of Orphanos population, and she was thankful for it. Finding someone sane was immediately a priority after she spent the boat ride there sizing everyone up, the prospects were grim.
The two walked through sterile halls and through the double doors into the Cafeteria to find it completely void of staff or anyone at all. The girl was infinitely disappointed that she couldn't smell even the slightest trace of cooking. There was nothing she wanted more in the world (other than being released from Orphanos) than a plate of flapjacks and maple syrup.
"Ay, any grub!" The man yelled, expectantly waiting for a reply but none came. Soon enough his attention was diverted to a note taped to the freezer. Cordelia could barely make out the words he mumbled as he read the note but a few were perfectly audibly. Make due. Everything went dead silent for a beat. Those fucking bastards... Delia thought as she clenched her fists in a mixture of bubbling rage and disbelief... This can't be right.
The brunette man screamed in a fit of rage as he pushed his hands across the counter sending pots and pans flying in every direction.
"Shut the hell up!" A man hollered as he entered the mess hall; it was the ruthless greasy haired inmate from earlier.
"Heh, a bit hypocritical don't you think?" Delia mumbled sarcastically as she thought back to the terrible row he'd caused not to long ago. Can't take the heat? Stay out of the kitchen.