Nanba Prison (Nanbaka RP Group) discussion
Building 1
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Cafeteria

Akane sat at a table, munching on some pistachio pudding, pinapple, and marshmallows. Martian salad. Delicious. She wasn't super aware of her surroundings. It was just too yummy.

She sat up straight, putting her hands on the side of her plate. "Hey! Jerkface! I'm going to punch you so hard, you won't have to worry about washing your face ever again!" She didn't look intimidating, because she looked like a rather small young man.

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Akane brushed off her front, then composed herself. "Of course," she said, planning to give him the worst directions of his life.
Akane brushed off her front, then composed herself. "Of course," she said, planning to give him the worst directions of his life.


Akane smiled at Bathemath, obviously not remembering the cuddle-guard-fight-fest they had earlier. "Not really. Sit by me, huh?" she asked, then turned to the man. "Where do you need to go?"


Akane gaped at him. "Well," she grimaced, "If you've come to have breakfast, now's as good a time as any."


"Uh," she managed, face going very pale, "This isn't the sort of person you ridicule... ever." Bathemath was in for murdering men she found annoying, right?


"Why me?" Akane mourned, trying to slide away from the table. She wasted a few precious escape seconds, because her chair was bolted to the floor. "Is it possible we could just eat without being sent to solitary?"


"Well, I'd like my salad back," Akane grumbled. What, he demanded apologies, but didn't offer any? Punk guy. She grabbed her tray. "I'm going to replace the food you ruined, please finish killing each other before I get back."



Bashemath tried to frown as the web hit her in the face. She went to take it off with a rather disgusted face as she ripped the webbing from her mouth. She gave the short boy before her a rather annoyed look as she asked, "What the hell kinda freak are you?"




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"I want to see you even try to hurt me! I can lift your entire weight with the tip of my pinky! In fact, I could make you do anything I wanted if you knew how strong I really am!" He let out a finger, pushing her face away from his.




This is a basic breakfast/lunch/dining area. The chef is a strict, tough guy that you better stay on the good side of or risk eating all the foods you hate. Despite, the food served here is top notch. The prisoners dine on one of about two dozen assorted tables and chairs that are all bolted to the floor.