[h2]Vladimír Zahrádka[/h2][hr]
The sights and sounds of the cafeteria shuffle were always unchanging, always the same, no matter the meal, no matter the time. Vladimir watched silently as a man, perhaps in his forties, wearing a 57 on his jumpsuit, approached the gate segregating the men from the woman, reached out and grabbed one by the caller, muttering the words of an assailant under his breath as the womans jumpsuit stretched and tore at his grip. Two guards immediately ascended on the man, each one using their tazers to bring him to his knees, leaving him on the floor in a pool of his own secretion. The female prisoner on the opposite end of the bars had dropped her tray at the assault and was currently attempting to stand in line to receive another one where she was denied the food.

As the man lay there, food spilled in a puddle of goo near his hand with the tray flipped, eyes blinking slowly from the shock and puddle around him, soaking into his jumpsuit, other inmates quickly shifted towards him, fishing his pockets for anything they could find before kicking his shoes with a [color=#e8614f]”Get up, you're pathetic.”[/color] Guards came around, shoving inmates aside and also kicking the floored inmates boots and yelling, [color=#e8614f]”Filth. Stand up you sick fuck and clean this up!”[/color] His voice was shrill and sharp. Number 57 quivered a little, coming back to reality slowly before attempting to lift himself from the ground. A bruise was already forming on his cheek from it's impact on the ground. 

Though Vladimir's expression was unchanging as he turned back to his yellow goop which was now half finished, his white spoon now holding a thick layer of sludge like film which no amount of effort could remove. His eyes caught those of the Asian looking man who sat down near him, perhaps one of the new arrivals from the previous night, or so thought Vladimir. His expression, still held in a neutral tone was ever unchanging as he looked for just long enough to give the impression that he was aware of his presence but just that. He once again, faced his gruel and took one last bit before putting down his spoon and continuing to study the activity of the inmates surrounding him.