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[Out of all the indignities Tokaku have had to deal with since the less than desirable outcome of her mission (save for the obvious, of course), her presence in what passes for a food hall has to be the sorest. She's gone through the motions since her arrest, hardly tense at the threat of discomfort.

The bland and utterly unappetizing food shouldn't have been a surprise, but it's unwelcome all the same. She pokes at it listlessly, knowing she needs to eat to keep her spirits up and her sanity in this place, and yet....

If there's any motivation to improve her circumstances left in her, it will be cultivated to obtain a decent bowl of curry.]

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[ The last few days have been so stressful. So, so stressful. Robyn knew this prison was messed up, but now she's gotten to see firsthand just how messed up it is.

So she may have wasted a good portion of her CP on the phone blubbering at a friend back home about it. It was worth it.

Holding a lunch tray, she flops down at a random cafeteria table. Ugh, this food is worse than her school cafeteria. She glances over at Tokaku, who doesn't seem that thrilled either. ]

Nasty, right?

I don't know what I expected. [Call it the privilege of having gone to a private school prior to this, even if she were only posing as a student at the time. The food isn't bad per se, but meals have been the only part of the day to look forward to before.] Is this to destroy our spirits or motivate us to rebel for better food?

I think it's to get us to waste our money on better food.

This is just a miniature of the real world, then. [Although money seems a small sacrifice for a good dinner right now.]

...wow, you're right. [ Robyn scowls at her food. ]

[too jaded for the world] Aren't I? Why are you here for?

I got framed for vandalism. You?

[Roman's in a surprisingly good mood, all things considered. He's made good money off the Carnival Corpse. Not as much as he should've, but enough for a couple cigars so his withdrawal headache is finally lifting. On top of that this kid looks miserable, and there's nothing like a little schadenfreude to brighten his day.]

You're new here, huh?

[He slides into the seat across from her. He's also got gruel, despite the nice hat and the scent of smoke that clings to him. Clearly a man with priorities.]

I'd say you get used to this slop, but you really don't.

I'd kill myself if I ever got used to this. [She says frankly, swirling the blend around and around in hope of changing the texture. At least the distinct smell coming from the young man in the hat is comforting. It makes him easy to categorize and recognize later.]

Or maybe that's the point.

Don't be so hasty, kid! There's plenty of worse things to kill yourself over here.

[On that cheery note he digs in, taking heaping spoonfuls. If he has to eat this shit, may as well get it over with as soon as possible. He glances up at the girl between mouthfuls and gestures with his spoon.]

Better hurry up. The stuff congeals.

Well, I'm already in jail. [Which proves his point in a most roundabout way.]

Thanks. You're free to it if you want.

Just don't hang yourself with the bedsheets. That never works and it's downright embarrassing to watch.

[He shoots her a quizzical look, but shrugs and takes her bowl before she can change her mind. Disgusting or not, it'll still fill his stomach. The kitchen's portions are never enough for a guy his size.]

Well, I guess I know who'll be easy pickings in the next event.

The only reason I'm here is because someone--several someones--failed to kill me. Don't worry about me.

[He sniggers, and sarcasm oozes from every word.]

Oh yes, that's quite unique here. No one ever tries to kill career criminals.

[ He should have been informed of her arrival. That´s the first thing Kaiba thinks when he enters and spots Tokaku in her seat.
There is no way he would have been but it´s weirdly humiliating to be caught off guard by your favourite least favorite student.

Then he´s disappointed. She got caught. If that was the result of her awakening it was truly underwhelming. ]

Tookaku~ Not enjoying your deluxe meal?

[ Despite having to face her in a prison jumpsuit –he only bought back sunglasses – he carries himself with the same detached arrogance as always. ]

[She reaches for the knife that's not there. The spoon is a poor substitute, and even she doesn't sink to hurling cutlery through the air, so her hand stiffens by her side, over the pocketless outfit.

Relax, but it's hard to will your body to do so when the most visible muscles in your jaw tense at the voice.]

What are you doing here? [The chair screeches as she can't help but push it back to scowl.]

[ He raises his eyebrow - leaving uncertain whether at her defense movement or her words or both. ]

Not a very heartfelt way to greet your beloved teacher.

[ Kaiba shrugs and tugs at his prison jumpsuit, going back to his normal predatory smile. ]

Answering my calling of tutoring kids.... serving a prison sentence on the side....

[ If there is anything Kaiba is, it's learning and a little prison is not going to stop him from spreading this passion. He loves learning. He doesn't love students the same way and if he does, he has a strange way to show it. But prison is not supposed to be fun, even for kids, is it? ]

You're no longer my boss, or have you forgotten that, dear teacher? [She's grown an edge since her ordeal in the black class, but his smug nonchalance doesn't fail to set her on edge still.]

If this isn't interesting. Another way to punish those who are already being punished?

[ She was right, at this moment they were truly on even grounds. Their bond from the academy meant nothing when both of them had been convicted and tossed here 'for the protection of society'. Kaiba shrugs. ]

Now now, education's hardly a punishment. If anything, it's a useful tool, wouldn't you say?

And yet you're still here. That's hardly useful to you. [At least she can say that now without the risk of getting expelled.]

Oh-oh, you're thinking in black and white terms here. Didn't I teach you better than that?

Being inside might not be so bad for a little study excursion.

[ Although he doesn't exactly plan on staying all of his sentence, really. ]

[Teach, you're far too gone...]

I suppose it's pointless to ask what exactly you're planning, isn't it.

It's pointless to ask in public, yes.

[ Almost sounds as if Tokaku wouldn't believe he didn't just get in here for being a criminal and letting himself be caught. If he didn't know better, he'd be touched. ]

What I find far more interesting is that you are here and can even consider asking at all... So you finally did it, eh?

[ Every other day so far, Fetch had decided to sit on her own during meals. It wasn't because she was antisocial, but because she wanted to get a feel for the place before she took the risk of sitting next to a creep. That said, she'd gotten pretty bored of being on her own. She didn't recognize the new girl, but she couldn't be worse than some of the other weirdos she'd seen around. ]

Hey. This spot taken, newbie?

The second best seat in the house. Have at it. [After sharing living and bath space with twelve other girls for the past few months, one attempt at friendliness won't kill her.]

[ Fetch fell into the seat across from her, giving the new girl a one over. She looked normal enough, at least. ]

So, got a name? Folks call me Fetch.

Tokaku Azuma, but call me Azuma. [No please or casualness about it. She's not sure she can bear the weight of her first name here of all places.] You've been here long enough?

Sure thing. Azuma is pretty cool.

[ She shook her head. ]

Not even been a week yet. I'm a newbie too, honestly.

[She thinks she likes her already, just for that.]

Not hardened yet, then, or is that just a prison stereotype?

I'm tough when I need to be. As for the stereotypes, it kinda come down to who you talk to. Some people get rough, yeah, but there's people who know the balance too.

It's like high school all over again. [And she's not being sarcastic, given her previous setting.] So, who do I look out for?

You must have gone to one hell of a high school.

[ She shrugged at the question. ]

I only know two people you might wanna avoid so far, at least on the battlefield. A guy named Ankh is pretty willing to set fire to anyone who pisses him off, so probably stay out of his way. The other guy, Philip, ain't a bad kid at all but when he's fighting he's pretty dangerous. Try not to get in the ring with him.

I'd tell you to say on the staff's good side, but, eh... not like I've made the effort.

[Well. She's not wrong]

Don't worry. I have no intention of getting into trouble. [Only out of apathy rather than self preservation]

How unavoidable fights are here, realistically?

Considering that I've been thrown in the ring already, pretty damn unavoidable.

And has anyone died yet?

[ She shrugged. ]

Yeah, but they do some weird shit here. They keep us from dyin' permanently somehow.

[ a girl nearby doesn't even seem to be going to the line to receive food. it's useless for her, anyway.

but she doesn't seem to have much trouble approaching the newcomer. ] Hungry, newbie?

I don't have an appetite. [Which is almost the same as not wanting to eat what's being served to her. She keeps playing with her food, nevertheless.]

There are probably lions starving in africa who'd be happy to maul you for a meal. [ that's surely how the proverb goes. ]

[I'm in prison for killing a girl who looked just like you, she could tell her, but Tokaku's learned some patience since her school days.] Good thing I'm not in Africa, then. Otherwise, they're welcome to to this meal.

I may not be a lion, but could I possibly be welcomed too?

[oh my God child why didn't you just say so? She slides her tray over wordlessly.] Don't have too much fun with it.

Gosh, if you say so.

[ claps hands together-- ] But thanks for the grub!

Enjoy the meal. [She's hesitant to ask why the tiny one's in here, curious as she is.]

Thanks, miss! [ she wolfs down half of the meal in like 20 seconds.

then delicately changes tack and savors the rest like a gourmet dish. ]

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