Nanba Prison (Nanbaka RP Group) discussion

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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.

Jiichiro wandered about the entire facility, struggling to remember it's layout. He'd been wandering for awhile now, trying his best to find his way back to his own cell to no avail. Getting lost was an average occurrence for him, and he even managed to hand draw a map of his portion of the prison, and still managed to get lost. He found himself in the cafeteria, staring at this homemade map, wandering aimlessly. He accidentally bumped into a few people, not necessarily caring to apologize as he bumped into them.

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.

As Jiichiro happened to be walking without looking, he coincidentally bumped into the table Akane sat at. As he bumped into the table, his body seemed to fold, falling face first into Akane's salad. He got up, "Shoot," he muttered. He simply got up, and began to walk away, continuing to stare at his map, not bothering to wipe off the mess in his face.

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.

((She? Ilsa?))

((Post Order? Rock, Ilsa, Me?))

He was completely oblivious as to why this stranger had gotten mad at him, as if he'd completely forgotten about the incident just a few minutes ago. "Ah! Yes!" He paused, waving to Akane, "I'm having some trouble as to where I'm going. You think you could help me out?"

((Oh... Am I interrupting this?))

Rock wrote: "((Oh... Am I interrupting this?))"

((I mean, no. Not really.))

((Go for it! :D))

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

Bashemath was shoved off into another cafeteria. As per usual she had gotten into a fight one too many times so they wanted to test her against people in another prison block. She bent over so that she could fit into the door frame and headed over to grab her food. Ordering enough to feed a small village she went to go sit down before she heard a familiar voice. "This guy messing with you?" He asked Akane as she hovered behind her, staring at jiichiro.

"Yeah, thanks! I was just looking for directions to-" Jiichiro was cut off as a giant had now entered the room who was apparently associated with Akane. "And now this is apparently happening." He stopped, "Look man, I'm just trying to get some simple directions around here. I realllllly would not like to get in some sort of fight right now." He looked at Bashemath's food, "That all for you?"

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?"

((Rock you can skip me this turn.))

((My puppy had puppies!!))

Bashemath bent down, her mighty form towering over the smaller boy. "Yes," she stated to him before she sat down next to Akane. She grunted in response to him as she tossed food into her mouth like she was eating a bite sized meal.

((Flameo?))

((Yes :3)

Jiichiro looked over at Akane, sort of tuning her out as he was rather intrigued with the giant woman standing above him. "Hmmmm." He stood there, smacking his lips repeatedly. He sat down across from them. "I forgot where I was going." Jiichiro stated to Akane.

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

((Wrong thread^^))

((Whoops, lol.))

Bashemath simply grunted as the two spoke, far more interested in her meal rather than conversing. It was a rather good meal and she side't want to spoil it for herself this time. It was almost astounding how casually she could stick something in her mouth and swallow. Eventually though, she responded. "Who the hell forgets where they're going that easily," she growled.

Jiichiro stared at Bashemath for a minute, scoffing back at her. "And who the hell can fit a meal fit for dozens of people in their stomach so easily?" He sat back, puffing his cheeks at the two. He looked over to Akane, "Yeah. Breakfast does sound pretty pleasing right about now."

"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?

"Someone who isn't the size of a toddler," she shot back at him with an angry snort. He was lucky Bashemath was too busy eating to knock his face in, but if he kept this up she might consider him worth the effort. She wasn't in the mood to lose a chance at eating in another cafeteria though.

Jiichiro had his eyes and attention fixated on the lunch line, wondering if he should grab some of that food. he heard what Akane stated about Bashemath, but it was just like a gust in the wind to his ears. He necessarily didn't care who could and couldn't beat the ever living crap out of him, though Bashemath's size seemed pretty worthy enough of doing just that. Yet, at the same time, he was still trying to find out the exact gender of Akane, she had the delicate face of a woman but her hair, and posture said other wise. He stopped abruptly, creaking his head toward Bashemath. "Yeah. I'm gonna give you approximately five seconds to apologize for that statement."

"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?"

Bashemath just let out a rumbling laugh at the short man's threat. "Awww. I know you're the size of a child, but you shouldn't act like one too," she said. "Why don't you stop acting so irrationally and realize you're out of out of your league," she said, peering sown at him with an amused face.

Jiichiro stood up abruptly, stepping up onto the table, now glaring down at her. "Don't be so naive, Giant Lady. If I was so far out of your league, I wouldn't be locked up in this hell hole right now, would I?" He stopped for a moment, "Now, I'd like my apology."

"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."

"If you were in my league then you wouldn't have to swing at my knees, or have to stand on a table to reach my face," she shot back at him with an amused smile. She was so going to enjoy breaking his arm off.

"Yeah sure, other stranger. I'll get you a brand new salad after I shut this giant woman up." He stuck out his had, palm downwards, right in front of her mouth. Almost immediately, a silky webbing shot out from his wrist, sealing her mouth shut. Well, until she tore the webbing off of course.

Akane jumped back, scooting away from the conflict. They were going to get their butts kicked!

((Sorry, just finished unpacking))

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?"

((That's good!))

He got really close to her face, giving her an intense glare that could stare into someone's soul. "A f**king Human Spider."

Akane applauded quietly and inched back more and more.

"No wonder you're small. You're pretty much an insect," she said as she stared back at him, getting even closer to his face unafraid of touching faces to show she wasn't going to back away from him. At this point she couldn't even eat with him this close, which only pissed her off more.

"Yeah, an insect that could pick you up and throw you across this entire prison facility. I bet you don't even understand how the strength of a spider works! They can lift thinks hundreds of times their body weight, and so can I!" He was getting rather uncomfortable due to the closeness, but he was far too involved to back away now.

((Skip))

"Looking at you I probably weigh that much to you compared a "spiders strength," she shot back at him, practically having their faces touch as she stared down at him in anger. She was clearly unafraid of this "spider kid."

((Lots of work, sorry!))

((It's all good. You happened to catch me when I was on anyways.))

"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.

((Keep it up.))

Bashemath just snorted and grabbed his hand when he tried to push her away. "Kid, I've crushed people's skulls between my hands. Even if you have the strength of a spider, I bet your can still get crushed like one," she shot back at him.

"And I've crushed humans in between my hands!" He really hadn't. It was an obvious bluff to sound as intimidating as she was. Jiichiro stopped, "Ight. I'm getting bored, and really don't want to get in trouble with the guards. Sooooooo?"

((Go for it.))

Bashemeth let put a groan that seemed to rumble the air with her annoyance. "Oh gods. Don't tell me you're another hyperactive newby," she said as she massaged her temple. The two kids from the other day were still putting her in a bad mood. She sat back down, causing the table to jump slightly from her sheer angry mass, before going back to eating with a rather annoyed look on her face.

Balba walked with his tray to the farthest corner of the table. He had been moved to building 1 today and he had only about ten minutes to get use to his small cell before they called for lunch. He was excited to eat but everyone was either scared of the giant of a man or was giving him snarls and knew he would be a good target, so to the back corner table he went! He plop down on the seat, causing it to bend a little bit, and began to munch down on his chicken tenders and mash potatoes.