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PostSubject: Food is Good   Sun Dec 09, 2012 8:33 pm

The mess hall was bustling with the large portion of men acquiring their lunches in an orderly fashion, well, as orderly as a bunch of thugs could be. There were the unavoidable bouts of violence that occurred at least once per meal that could range from someone getting pissy because someone pushed them or cut them in line, to all out feuds between groups of inmates. Koto was looking forward to seeing some of the petty squabbles that the men got themselves into as it amused him greatly to see idiots fall over their own words in an attempt to outwit the other. Even though most verbal confrontations ended up with men calling each other “Fucking Bitch”, or something of that nature, eventually evolving into a complete brawl. After waiting in line with his new found acquaintance, Koto would purchase a large turkey sandwich with spicy mustard and he would purchase a large assortment of fruits, vegetables, and meat for Anima.

They sat at the end of one of the many tables, a short distance away from a group of large brutes, who for some reason were staring them down as if they were either trying to sum them up, or intimidate them. Koto took note of them but mostly ignored them and began to eat. “So, why did you decide to help that kid? You don’t seem like the type that would care about what happens to some random newbie. Did you have an ulterior motive?” This was all asked in-between bites of sandwich and swigs of apple juice, his eyes occasionally wandering over to the group of thugs, waiting for what they might attempt. He hoped that Anima would get the hint that something may occur soon so that he could prepare himself as well.

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PostSubject: Re: Food is Good   Mon Dec 10, 2012 1:41 pm

Awww ... he had missed mess halls. The fights, the food, the people ... the fights between people over food. But, that's probably since he rarely bothered turning up at the mess halls. There's just too much open space for his liking, and of course, too many people. BUT, when a friend is treating you to a meal, there's no decent reason to refuse the offer, now is there? Well, unless that friend wanted to strike up a mealtime conversation. That was usually a cause for him to 'GET OUT OF THERE RIGHT NOW', but he was much more civilized than that. So, he decided that appropriate compensation to exposure to the hall's drivel and his questions would be to obliterate however much Cast he could from Koto. While still answering his questions, because he was a nice guy after all.

“So, why did you decide to help that kid? You don’t seem like the type that would care about what happens to some random newbie. Did you have an ulterior motive?”

Presently at the moment, he was a bit busy having finished devouring with a single bit what appeared to have been lamb shank ... well, it was a shank, just maybe not lamb. Right now he was just gnawing on the bone they thoughtfully hadn't thrown out, while picking up one of the fruits, an orange. There's a pause while he shifts the bone, then decides to remove it and set it back down and instead begins peeling the orange colored orange.

"Did they name the color after the fruit? Or the fruit after the color?" He mumbles absent-mindedly as he attempts to peel the fruit. And fumbling since he was applying a bit too much force, so orange juice was now coating his hands and making it difficult to keep a firm grip on that damn thing.

"But yeah. You're right. I normally don't save the new guys when they're stuck in that kind of situation, since I normally try to find them to teach them to stay away from that stuff in the first place. That was the long and short of it. Although he wouldn't admit that making the newbies grateful for his behavior made for easier prey. It was just impolite to discuss such things, after all! Since, unlike say, thugs, he wasn't demanding they give him their valuables or necessities ... just that he would need a bit every now and then from them to help him out.

"As for motives. Well, it helps to maintain good impressions, and depending on the asshole who thinks they can thug it up, well . . . it sometimes leaves a good note with the guards." A brief pause in his frustrating peeling of the orange (which was now half squished) as he looks up with a knowing look. Most violent behavior was met with harsh reprimands and even penalties. Their scuffle earlier just earned them some hard stares from the guards, but not much else.

By now he had given up on the utterly destroyed orange (which was due to him getting frustrated and crushing the remaining thing into a pulpy mess and just dropping it on the tray), and instead grabbed something else. The next morsel of food was inside his mouth in a brief moment and he viciously chomped it into bits . . . which was repeated with another bit. And next he seemed to be eating like a starved man who had been deprived of food. Without choking somehow.

All of this was drawing even more annoyed looks from the thugs just down the table, all of which he was simply oblivious to as he merrily chowed down, reducing the decent amount of stuff that his new friend had been so kind to get him to barely anything soon enough.
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PostSubject: Re: Food is Good   Tue Dec 11, 2012 12:34 am

Koto’s new acquaintance acted quite odd as he asked a philosophical like question about oranges and colors, though the deep thoughts that would obviously occur if one were to ponder over such a thing would be cut short by the distinct sound of the frustrated squeeze that would signal the death of the poor, poor orange. Its life had been fruitful and full of juicy tidbits of drama, cliché moments of peril, and best of all… Debauchery. The young orange had impregnated the soil that he had left home, on his way to face the final challenge that his life would have to endure. At least, he had allowed his legacy to live on in his offspring, some of them being carried far, far away, carried by the wind, or by the birds, but sadly, some of them were slain in the attempt to migrate to greener pastures. It was such a sad day when a father could not meet his children. That damned bastard, leaving his children to fend for themselves through the cold harsh realities of life, without their father to guide them on their journey, they would eventually grow up to be strippers and… Wait a minute... What the fuck was he going on about again? Oh yaaa… Oranges. WHY THE FUCK DID HE HAVE TO LEAVE HIS CHILDREN TO SUFFER, THAT COLD HEARTED BASTARD. AND WHY THE FUCK WERE ORANGES SO DAMNED HARD TO PEEL WITHOUT INJURY? It would seem as though the deep thoughts that were thought to be cut short in fact, went through with their original purpose, causing Koto’s internal monologue to be cut off abruptly as he lost track of his train of thought, just barley catching the man’s answer to his previous question.

It would seem as though Anima was the average sort of prisoner, just doing what they had to do to get by, and if that included getting on the guard’s good sides, then why not? He would do just the same sort of thing, though he did honestly enjoy helping others with problems they might be having around the prison. The protection of others when you yourself got accused or truly did something you didn’t want the po-po to know about was not something to take lightly, as they tended to back you up when the problems arose. Anima tore through his plate of food like a ravaged sex slave who had just been rescued after 4 years of starvation and abuse, though he was at least somewhat formal about the matter, and not trying to deep throat the carrots like the aforementioned wench would have. As Anima was just about finished with his meal the thugs down the table from them began to make their move towards the two justice bringers.

“Oi’, Ye’ Filthe’ feggots. ‘m gonna make ye’ ben’over like th’ bitch you is fur wut you did to me mates.”

The large brute of a man seemed to have an accent similar to that of a Scottish man who had tried to learn English from a southern hick. His teeth were yellowed with some gaps in-between some of them, most likely due to the diseases and cavities rotting away his teeth, and of course, with that comes horrible breath. Worst of all, was the fact that the man had a polish plait hanging off of his head, which happened to be far worse smelling then his breath, all thanks to the fact that he didn’t wash out the blood and pus from his hair and most likely never washed it all. The fool must have thought that the prospect his sphincter being ripped through his pelvic region hilarious as he breathed directly onto Anima as if trying to provoke him into violence and that seemed like quite a good way to do such a thing. The other thugs around him seemed to agree with his sentiment and prepared themselves for what they believed was going to be an easy beat down. The man was so confident about his abilities that he attempted to tackle Anima right then and there. Probably not the best idea.
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PostSubject: Re: Food is Good   Tue Dec 11, 2012 2:49 am

And with a pause, he let out a stifled belch from the food. Various cuts of meet, a whole array of vegetables (yes carrots were included, but he first snapped them with his hands and then gnawed them to death) including a giant eggplant, and plenty of fruits. Except the strawberries. Strangely, he tried one strawberry (having never seen it before) and decided it wasn't worth eating and left the rest.

"Thank you for the meal" He makes it clear his gratitude for this act of kindness with both hands pressed together and him giving a small bow to the one who saved him the hunting of a meal ticket. BUT, before he could continue on his way or even here the response of his meal time partner that he was moments away from ditching now that he was fed . . . a most disgusting voice sounded to his right.

“Oi’, Ye’ Filthe’ feggots. ‘m gonna make ye’ ben’over like th’ bitch you is fur wut you did to me mates.”

Anima was not in what you would call the most foul of moods. He was, in fact, feeling pretty good now that he had actually eaten something and gotten to know someone. But it took this ... disgusting walrus of a man whose breath reeked so much that the Chief's boozed-up malodorous stench seemed like cologne. It didn't make him flinch, but it sure as hell soured the mood. To coin it after an English phrase, "And just like that, the magic is gone." He wasn't sure where he heard it from, but it was certainly most applicable here.

So, the clearly more mature adult lacking speech impediments stood up and made sure to kick his chair back quite a bit that it noisily clattered against the ground some distance away from him to face this walrus who, surprisingly enough, was a whole inch shorter than himself. And there was a brief pause as the two glared at each other.

The pause was then broken as the fat, fat, fat man attempted to take him down. During the brief moment, his left hand had silently drawn the bone from the shank back into its palm . . . which was kept in a firm grip as Anima made his move to avoid letting the filthy thing touch him. Really simple, considering the fat man had been standing still before making his lunge, so that gave him a precious moment to quickly move to his right. Unlike before when he assaulted the thugs in front of his new partner-in-crime, this movement was significantly faster. In fact, his desire to avoid or limit physical contact with this blight of a human being pushed him to go to his very limits rather than hold back, allowing him to move skillfully and quickly out of the way of the fat sea lion's path and have a foot stuck out for his leg.

And so, the colossus, but shorter than the two men who dispensed justice on their own terms, came a-tumbling down and instead landed with its more or less huge girth on another chair, stubby arms flailing about as he let out a gasp or discharge of breath from landing gut first. That wheeze was accompanied by a howl of pain as the bone from earlier was driven down into his back, where a kidney should have been. And Anima, amused, decided to twist the bone a bit, which caused the sonofabitch to thrash a bit from pain before the golden haired man ripped the small bone out. But, it seems, his tight grip and the man's throes of pain had cause the bone to break and leave part of it embedded inside him.

So, as the Scottish-sounding was groaning with pain . . .

"Oh, I'm sorry. What was that you said? Something about bending over 'like a bitch'? CRY SOME MORE YOU BITCH!!" There was definitely a sadistic light in his eyes now. Sure, he could keep a mask, but it was times like this, when people insulted him with specific terminology and soured his mood, that he tossed all social conventions aside along with any intent on hiding his true intentions and instead let loose the vicious beast. So now he had a murderous smirk coupled with his widened red eyes that gazed at the few thugs who had chosen to try to enact revenge.

"WHO ELSE WANTS SOME, EH?! C'MON, YOU CUNTS! I'LL BEAT YOU TO DEATH!!" There was a decent number of them. Half on his side, half on the other side of the table. Sure, they were outnumbered ... but considering he took down their 'boss' earlier, and he was clearly unhinged, they weren't exactly sure what to do.

Not that they got a chance to decide, mind you, as he closed the gap in another blurred movement with the closest thug in front of him and firmly planted his fist into his face. That gesture sent him tumbling backwards and crashing into another thug, at which point the fight or flight instinct kicked in. Most of the people in the immediate areas choose flight to safe distance so as not to get beaten by accident. These thugs choose fight. At first . . .

"HAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAH!" And the crazed demon in human form launched himself forward again at the still standing for the moment thug on his side of the table and promptly slammed his shoulder right into his chest, to which the thug responded by whimpering loudly and stumbling back for a bit.

REALLY! Were none of these guys actually decent on their own that they could take one or two of his hits? I mean, it wasn't like he hit him THAT HARD, unless they were all pussies that stuck together with a strong leader figure to embolden them because they were all cowards that weren't much stronger than a normal pe-oh wait.

Ah well. At least he could have fun beating the crap out of the last one over here who was on his knees after getting knocked over ... and seemed to sense his massive killing intent (or maybe it was his maniacal laughter) and began trembling before trying to edge away.

What the other three did. Well, he did't pay them any mind. As they weren't on his side of the table, either they all ran off or his friend decided to deal with them. If his friend did NOT deal with them, then that was going to be a problem ...
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PostSubject: Re: Food is Good   Wed Dec 12, 2012 1:42 am

Disgusting bastards thought they were going to have an easy time of this situation, too bad they would be in a great deal of pain in the future. The amount of bravado that Anima employed was somewhat silly and unnecessary but it did seem to have quite the effect on the nearby thugs, sending them into a panic driven rage, attempted to tackle Koto all at the same time. The clumsy idiots tripped all over each other sending one of them to the ground before he could even get a punch in, quite alright for Koto as they seemed to be doing his job for him. With a weary sigh he pulled a chair out from the table and kicked it towards the men causing their legs to fall out from under them and with a small gasp of surprise they fell upon the chair with the wind knocked out of them. Koto wasn’t one for overt violence, but dimwits needed to be put in their place once in awhile. The lot of them were still trying to get up he walked towards them with brisk but precise steps, preparing himself for what he would have to do to be able to remove the bloodstain from his nice shoes.

One man would be lifted a few feet off the ground by his hair, screaming as he was, the rest of the mess hall had stopped what they were doing and were intent on seeing how the scuffle would play out. Some of the more hardened members of the audience continued with their meals as this was a somewhat common occurrence within the prison. Brawls broke out all the time, between people mugging others for cast points, to people beating up on each other for personal wrong doings. It was a disappointing fact that such fights had to break out, as they tended to wound at least one side of the conflict’s pride, if not their bodies as well. Koto had had enough of these fools trying to dirty his clothes with their filth and as if in an attempt to wrench the man away from him, his foot was placed upon the man’s chest as he began to push his leg away from him, severing the man’s hear follicles from his scalp, taking some of that with it as well. The blood curdling scream that would ensue would most likely make the rest of the onlooker’s blood run cold and would probably cause them to cringe at the thought of that happening to them. The now crying thug fell to the ground attempting to touch his tender head with great care, testing to see what damage had been done, and just as he thought it was over, Koto slapped the man right on the area where the hair had been ripped out, causing another blood curdling scream to escape the man’s throat as he fell to the ground with agony.

The other two men seemed to have been smarter then they looked as they instantly fell to their knees in groveling dismay. “Pitiful” was all Koto could say about the matter. It would seem that he would turn to walk away but at the last second he turned around with an outward crescent kick to one of the men’s faces, causing him to be knocked to the side in shock. With a serious inflection in his voice Koto said “Drop your pants… Now!” The man was surprised at first but Koto hit him with another kick which caused him to adhere to the command. Koto smirked and with a roar he spat “NOW THEN. AS PUNISHMENT FOR RUINING MY DAMNED LUNCH, YOU TWO ARE GOING TO BE GETTING A NICE LITTLE TREAT.” Koto’s hand would suddenly grab the clothed man’s head and shove it into the rear end of the now crying dumbass. “EAT HIM OUT YOU FILTHY WHORE! AND DON’T STOP UNTIL ITS ALL GONE.”

The inmates who were eating before seemed to have suddenly lost their appetites and were now on their way to throw away their food before they lost the contents of their stomach. Koto was done playing nice guy with trash like these heathens, and began to walk out of the mess hall gesturing for Anima to follow him.

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