"Ehh, I can be sneaky too." Almon said with a huff. "I evaded the police half of my life, I can manage a small prank."

Astra shrugged. "Well, I guess ALmon may be useful for once."

"For once, yea." Nicote joked, sounding lke it was forced.

LIo scratched his head. "So....what're gonna do now?"

Jack shrugged. "You boring people can do whatever you want. Almon and I have some...scheming to do."

Almon grinned. "Where have you been all my life, I have a couple of ideas, but I'm wondering what are you thinking." He said as he tapped his chin thoughtfully with one finger, if he took anything remotely seriously it was pranking.

Astra turned around and shrugged. "Guess we're boring people now." She said to Lio and Nic. "That's a new one."

"Hmm...I'm thinking, once we get Slopwork (making food for the inmates), we could fill some of the gloves with the gas from the stove." He paused for a moment. "That probably wouldn't be the best idea, especially if the warden found out."

"Apparntly so. That's a new one." Nicote nodded. "Surprisingly."

"well uh- thanks mate, I'm Oras by the way." Oras looks back at the stranger with a smile, hoping he didnt trust to quickly. there was just something about them that screamed 'probably won't kill you'.

"Pleased to meet you." Austyn says with a tip of his imaginary hat, smiling at Oras. He liked this fella... He liked everyone who was he kidding.

As much as Oras would have liked to stay and talk to Austyn, Oras wasnt going to let a shut down cafeteria stop him, he began scouting the area.

The inmates were separated into different units that occupied various sections of the courtyard. Like oil and water, each group seemed repelled from every other, never straying into enemy territory. Some milled around like packs of dogs, looking for any sign of weakness. Others sat at the scattered tables arm wrestling and playing cards.

There was even a group of younger inmates playing tag, yelling in excitement as they chased one another around the yard, avoiding the bigger kids. They were kids who should have been tearing across the school playground between lessons, or on their way home to a hot meal and a loving family. Some looked like they were ten years old, for Christs sake--they never even had a chance to enjoy being young.