Crappy Meatloaf

[opal89]

Now there were times that prison can be sometimes happy. There were times when it can get crappy. Right now, these were one of those times when the crap gets worse...

Meatloaf...

Now, a person would be imagining some homecook, season meatloaf from the holidays, but remember this is prison. Everything was crap.

Etha stared down at her food. It was a strange meatloaf, I mean, it was red? Red orange looking and it had some black looking leaves? What? Did they burn the vegetables? Are those olives? No wait...strawberries?

Well, at least they didn't do anything with the apples.

Etha left her meatloaf alone as she took the apple instead and bit on it. Everyone around her was eating the meatloaf though. Seriously, I think prison have made them lost their mind.

[Connor Hogan]

"Ah hell" Connor said as he stumbled away from everyone, having gotten hit pretty good in the face. The other guards had come to his rescue though, and had restrained the crazy inmate that had attacked him. "Shit" Connor said as he tried opening his eye, but it didn't seem to wanna budge. He then pulled a napkin out of his pocket, and wiped his bloody nose. Before he got the job as a prison guard at the prison, he never would have had to carry them in his pocket. Yeah, he still got beat up, but not as much as he did in prison. And he found it was better carrying napkins to wipe the blood off, then to get his uniform that he wore most of the time, all bloody. Well, it wasn't the same set of clothes, he had many sets of the uniform that he wore. But he still didn't want to get them all blood stained. So he used napkins. Once Connor was done with the napkin, he just tossed it on the ground for the janitor to pick up. He usually wouldn't have done that, but he was sure the janitor would understand, as Connor was in pain, and didn't feel like trying to look for a trashcan to put the napkin in.

Connor turned his back to the guards and the inmates, and simple walked away from them. "Crazy motherfuckers" He said as he walked out of the room, not headed in any certain place right yet. As Connor walked, he soon found himself by the cafeteria. He decided that was the destination he would go. Yeah, the staff had a certain kitchen area where they could eat, but it always seemed to be packed, and Connor didn't feel like walking through the crowd of people to get a simple drink of water. So he found himself in the cafeteria, looking at all the inmates eating, and the guards who well, stood guard. Connor grumbled a bit as he walked into the room, and grabbed a bottle of water. The cook looked up at him, holding their hand out. "What?" Connor asked. 'That's two bucks' The cook simply said. Connor stared at them for a moment, but then decided it wasn't worth fighting over. He reached into his back pocket, and took out his wallet. He then pulled a couple dollar bills out, and stuffed them into the cooks hands. He then walked away, putting his wallet back in his back pocket. It wasn't the smartest thing to do, to carry a wallet around, especially with money in it. But he didn't care. He didn't think any of the inmates were stupid enough to steal it. So he continued carrying it around.

At first Connor had no idea where he wanted to go. He could either stand around with the guards, or walk out. But he was sure he would get called right back in when a fight started. Each day there were usually about 3 or 4 fights. And that was just in the cafeteria. So Connor decided to stay there, but he wasn't about to stand around. So he picked a table that looked the least empty, and walked towards it. There was already a woman siting there, she was an inmate, but Connor wasn't threatened by her. He simply walked up to her table, and plopped down in the seat across from her. He set the water in between his legs, then rested his head in his hands. He stayed that way for a couple of minutes. "Hell" He then said as he lifted his head up, and looked at the girl. Well actually, the first thing he noticed was the crap, well it looked like crap, in front of her. He stared at it for a moment, then slowly looked up at the girl, who was eating an apple. His eyes then traveled down towards the crap on her plate. "What the hell is that?" he asked her as he stared at it.

[opal89]

Etha was just eating her apple quietly in her lonely table when suddenly some random guy walked up to her table and sat down, not caring that she was there. He was 6ft tall, slender, and nice framed body. His hair was black and his eyes were blue, but she could see a hint of gray in it whether it would be tiredness or stress that was in there. She recognized the guy. He was Detective Connor Hogan.

She smirked a bit, finding his last name a little funny. Etha examined closely and it looked like he just got back from a fight or something. He didn't look too well. Was there another prison fight? Seriously, another evidence that shows that locking psychos in this miserable building can make people loose their sanity or make them depress.

"Hell," The detective made a noise as he raised his head from his arms, and before he even took a look at her, his eyes landed on her meatloaf. Yup. That's it. Be afraid...

He stared it at for a second before his eyes finally looked at hers. "What the hell is that?" he asked her as he begun to stare at it again.

"They claim it's meatloaf," Etha said with disdain on her face. "I say it's crappy meatloaf... Seriously, if I didn't know any better, this prison is trying to kill us with food." Well, that was a possibility. After all, this was a prison filled with the most notorious criminals. How could they not want to kill them? Then again, it's because of justice. A bunch of bull sessions that could be contradicted, including the fact that good and evil is only an opinion in the person's mind. Justice as well is an opinion.

[Connor Hogan]

Connor had glanced up at the girl, but his attention was brought onto the thing on her plate again. He had a hard time trying to figure out what it was. That, and how they could serve something like that. Connor had then asked what the hell it was, and stared at it even when the woman said they claimed it was meatloaf. "Meatloaf?" Connor asked as he stared at it some more. The girl then spoke some more, and Connor finally looked up at her. He was sure he looked pretty bad, his wounds showing. But he didn't care. Him being beat up didn't mean he couldn't tackle the girl, and pin her down if she tried anything stupid. But she didn't seem to be too dangerous.

Connor continued looking at the girl, as if studying her. "So uh. What's your name?" He asked her. He then grabbed her fork, which was a plastic, completely not dangerous utensil, and used the back of it to poke the so-called meatloaf. "Hell" He said as it seemed to be pretty hard. "Are you sure this is meatloaf? It uh.. Doesn't look like it" He said. He then stopped poking at it, and put the fork down. He looked back up at the girl. "You uh.. don't plan on eating that.. uh.. do you?" he asked her. He figured the prisoners ate some of the food, well, because they kind of had to. Connor was just glad he was able to eat somewhat decent. He didn't have to eat any of the meatloaf shit, but the kitchen where the staff got their food, certainly was no fancy restaurant. Some of the food was expired, and pretty much all of it the staff had to cook themselves. But it was still much better then the meatloaf shit.

Connor then slowly reached his hand up, and touched the eye that had gotten beat up. He winced when he touched it. "God damn prisoners" He said. He then looked up at the girl. "Oh. Uh. No offense" He said to her. He then opened his bottle of water, and took a large sip of it.