[h2]Orihime Hoshimi - Cafeteria[/h2]
[i]Ew… I would rather have that expired yogurt from who knows when than eat this… thing…[/i]

Orihime stared down at her plate of 'food', scooping its contents up with a spoon and watching it drip like lumpy liquid off it. 'Ew' indeed. Just a measly little bowl of gruel that the higher-ups thought would be enough to feed these sort-of normal human beings. Of course, it wasn't enough. It was never enough.

The woman walked slower than usual towards the table of Amazon members; Orihime felt like she wanted to get more insight on the other sort-of normal human beings in this prison. Orihime was what you would call 'brain before brawn' type of person… observing possible opponents before possibly going head to head with them was something Orihime deemed extremely important. 

There were quite a few people she recognized at first glance. She didn't really pay as much attention; it was the factionless people that really caught her eye. Orihime even had individual nicknames for these people, just so she could remember them clearly: you had 'Fist-to-the-Wall' Gloria Lieth, who possessed the frightening ability to pass through walls; although it may not seem as scary at first, Orihime was sure most of the prisoners here had experienced some sort of 'clashing' with the young ninteen-year-old. Then there was 'The Messenger' Nariv Arya. Orihime knew him quite a bit, especially since the two shared the same cell as each other. But it was gathering info that was important here. There was also the other factions as well, but the young woman decided not to just stand around gawking at every single people filled table. That would just be… weird.

Orihime walked towards the group of women huddled around the table, placing herself on the small extra space the others managed to make room for. Spooning up the 'food' and seeing it drip from off the metal, Orihime sighed, holding her breath so she wouldn't have to taste this ungodly piece of icky gloop.

[i]Let's eat.[/i]