Cordelia Lancaster's Story

I don't belong here... Cordelia thought as she surveyed the yard. Males outnumbered females at a 5 to 1 ratio, everyone seemed bigger, and stronger than she was and not one of them looked like they had enough common sense to figure their way out of a clear tarp.

"And here I am serving a life sentence." Cordelia said to her self with an exasperated sigh as she reached for a pack of smokes she'd charmed off one of the guards, lit it and and took a lengthy inhale.

Not too long after a fight broke out between a group of Latino men and a pretty intimidating 6'2 white man. First blood... Cordelia said with a wry smirk as she watched the scuffle play out. It was quickly escalating to more than a fist fight.

"Die, Die, Die!" She heard the man scream as he assaulted the men with no restraint. There was no way in hell she was sticking around for the outcome of his rampage. She quickly drowned out the screams and jeers and made her way to the compound where she hoped to find a hot meal and a place to escape the madness of the yard.

Matthew was one of the first to arrive at Building 01. He trudged through the doubledoors, their hinges squeaking loudly.
Jesus, it's like a horror movie, he thought, trying to suffocate the thoughts of his family. Every Wednesday they would curl up on their filthy, old couch and watch one together.
Nothing scared him anymore.
"Ay, any grub?" He shouted into the cafeteria. His words echoed and bounced off the pristine walls.
The whole place was sterile and clean, giving it all the atmosphere and appeal of the terminal ward of a hospital.
He walked towards the back, to the industrial kitchen. Pots, pans, bowls, plates, utensils, ovens, microwaves,fridges: everything needed to cook was there.
Yet, there was no food in sight.
His stomach growled at the dark thought coiling up in his stomach, winding it's way around his intestines.
Did...did they leave us here to starve?
Just as he started to panic, he noticed a note taped to the freezer door.
He snatched it off, quickly skimming the contents:
"Dear Inmates,
All the resources needed are provided by the island itself.
Make due."
It was signed in official, loopy handwriting at the bottom.
He tensed, his fingers crinkling the paper.
You've got the be fuckin kidding me. Make due? You condemn us to an island and tell us to make due?!
Matthew screamed in rage, shoving all the pots off the table in one quick motion.
They crashed and banged loudly, satisfying his lust for chaos and revenge somewhat.
At least for now.

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.

I'm not letting you fuck this up to! Rick said in his mind as the nicer Rick took over, fighting all the way.

"NO NO NO!" Rick yelled in his gruff voice, as he changed.

"Ugh wow... Hey guys whats up, whats the situation on the food." Rick said in a much younger and kinder voice as he stepped forward, side writhing in pain.

"Ah..."

The nicer Rick thought to himself Yes finally! I have taken control! as the other evil Rick added MOTHER FUCKER NOT FOR LONG! AHhhh!

What the hell is wrong with this guy? Delia thought as the bloodied man instantaneously changed his demeanor; taking a step forward, now asking what was going on with the food situation. Delia took a wary step back, she didn't trust him in the slightest.

"Not much. We're on our own, but I'm sure that won't be any problem for you though." Delia said alluding to the fight. It was pretty apparent he wasn't trying to make friends. It seemed his strategy was to be feared, she found it weak. She watched as he contorted his body in pain at the injuries he'd withstood. She couldn't find it in her to offer him help, not after what he did to those men; even if they did deserve it.

"What's your names..." She asked, curiously. What she was itching to ask was why they got thrown onto the island, but she knew that that was a taboo question ask. But there was nothing Delia loved more than a good secret, she'd collected a lot of them over the years in her line of work.

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"Ricks my name." he said as he limped over to the rest of them.

"What...in the fuck?" Matthew seethed. His mood was lethal.
Suddenly there were people everywhere, shouting. Asking questions. Bothering him in general.
He squeezed his fists together tightly, like his brother used to show him.
Count to ten, he'd say in his best shrink voice, in his best shrink suit. Looking down on the rest of the family, with his 'better than thou' tone and shitty advice.
He missed him. Which only made him more irritable.
"Matthew," He said. He looked the girl up and down. She was tatted, like him. Cute, he thought. She'll have trouble around here, looking like that. As for the other guy, he had no patience for him at the moment. His blood was boiling as it is.
"There's no fuckin' food," He shook his head. "There must be crops or somethin'," He said hopefully. Anything would do.
Just then the rest of the prisoners were drearily filing in, looking around and talking loudly to each other.
He was not going to stick around and be the bearer of bad news.
He walked past the others swiftly, his working boots scuffing the linoleum.
The night was falling fast, and apparently the food situation would have to wait.
There were boundaries to be made.
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The lower and middle white supremacists took the east wing of this particular building, most of the black middle class in the west, the middle just-plain-whites took the area nearest to the doors(Matthew's area), and varies races of hardcore thugs took the cafeteria, dragging beds by their frames, the metal scraping waking him up every so often.
"What's wrong with the rooms?" He asked his friend James, who he had known from Boston.
He shrugged his shoulders, his tattoos flexing, "Cafeteria's bigger. I don't fuckin' know. Just have to be with the gang, ya know? Me, personally, would rather be in the female's building," He laughed, lifting up his bed.
"You be good now, ya hear, Matty?" He said, ruffling his hair. "I'll look out for you, just like I told your momma I would."
"Thanks bruh," He said sadly.
Matthew fell asleep sprawled on top of the thin, cheap blanket that came on the bed.
His dreams were of his family and homemade chicken Alfredo.

"I'm Cordelia, Delia for short." The girl said as she looked around at the steady stream of inmates filing in. She spotted a few of her clients in the mix, and one of the girls she'd worked with.

The men replied; One went by Matthew, the other, Rick. Cordelia watched as the guy by the name of Matthew gave her an appraising glance. Typical... she thought. She was jaded to all the looks and cat calls, it came with the territory and the best she could do was to use it to her favor.

Soon enough inmates started flocking into the mess hall in search of food. There was sure to be an uproar when they discovered that they were being pretty much left to starve.

"Well, that's my cue to leave. It was nice meeting you." Cordelia said as she sauntered out of the room, her long brown hair swaying as she went. It was getting dark, and sleep was Delia's number one priority at this moment. In the female building the dorms were already at max capacity; women brought spare mattresses in the corridors and were packed together like sardines in a can.

"There is no way in hell..." Cordelia spoke as she looked around at the cramped space and cringed at the intolerable din.

"May!" Delia heard a girl call from behind her.

"Chris!" Cordelia said with a smile as she did a 180. A girl with half blonde and black hair, hazel eyes and a freckled complexion sat in a spacious storage room that was comfortably filled with cots, blankets and a few other women who Delia knew from back in New York.

"We saved you a cot." She said with a smile.

After a few minutes of idle chatter Cordelia was interrupted by a slim boy who looked like he could be no more dangerous than a fly.
"You're Cordalia, right?" The boy asked in a thick Jersey accent.
"It's Cordelia." She responded with an apprehensive glare.
"Who's asking?"
"Some fella in the mens dorm is hollering about you." He said with a look of curiosity in his eyes as the girls all turned and started whispering.
"Tall with long black greased hair?" Cordelia asked as the boy nodded.
"That's the one." He said as Cordelia nodded and he went on his way.
"Well, I'll be back." Cordelia responded.
"You're going to go talk to that psycho?" Christa (Chris for short) asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Why not, there's nothing better to do."
"At least let us come with you." The blonde offered.
"No, you girls would cause a row. Would don't need to put any of those fellas into cardiac arrest just yet." Delia said with a chuckle as she made her way to the men's side.

Regaining control, he sighed as he looked at the men laying on the ground and said

"I'v got some food, and a camp out back by the woods."

Not relizing how bad it sounded.