The Ludicrous Escapade Pt.3

Some Self Renovation

"(Y/N), over here!" Jolyne waved you over to where she was waiting in line with Foo Fighters. She took a step back to let you slip into line in front of her.

"Hey! What the hell?" The inmate behind Jolyne wasn't too happy. The Cujoh just flipped her off in response, which seemed enough to shut them up. By now, the other prisoners had realized it probably wouldn't be a good idea to pick a fight with her.

Jolyne turned around to where Foo was getting her tray, only to see a new person in front of them. "Foo Fighters... someone just cut you."

"I know." She put a hand on her hip, annoyed, "Like... it seems everyone is making fun of me or something. I don't know, but it seems like no really likes me. It's almost evidence that they don't accept me!"

"Just say, 'don't cut me, bitch!'. You can't let people just trample over you." Jolyne had learned that lesson well throughout her first few days in the aquarium.

You grabbed a danish and placed it on your tray, "It's probably because Atroe kidnapped a kid. People tend not to like it when children are harmed in some way."

"Ya know..." Foo seemed to reach a revelation, "I think you should try to change yourself. If you want others to accept you, you gotta change. Right?"

You nodded along, understanding what she's getting at. "I suppose that's true. But if the other people are the issue, I don't think you should change for their benefit. Then you just become a part of the problem."

"Hey! How about I just start doing the opposite of what I've done before! What's the opposite of coffee?" Foo really wanted to start on this new lifestyle of hers.

"I dunno, tea?" Jolyne still wasn't fully convinced by Foo's new mentality.

"Right! Tea! Atroe's body says it wants coffee so I'm gonna get tea instead!" She walked over to the drink machine and started whipping up a cup. "Get it? I'll quit bread and eat rice. Use sauce, not salt. And I'll start using my left hand instead of my right! I'll change myself by doing the opposite of what I normally do!"

"Hey... F.F." Jolyne pointed to her stomach where a few circular marks were still visible, "These bullet wounds hurt like a bitch. Can't you do anything about it?"

"I told you. All I did was fill it with plankton. It's not much different from (Y/N)'s blood thing except I can actually make it look skin colored. Only your natural healing power will help you now." Foo scooted forward in line, "Hey, (Y/N), what's the opposite of pork?"

"Umm..." You weren't really sure what kind of an answer she wanted, "Maybe something that isn't meat? Like tofu? I've heard jackfruit makes for a decent meat substitute as well. Don't know if they have stuff like that here, though."

"Opposite of pork is salmon." Declared the cafeteria lady as she slapped a wad of fish onto Foo's tray. "A pig lives lazily, but salmon opposes the river's current and conquers it!"

Foo Fighters grinned from ear to ear, "I like it!"

"Hey! You just got cut again!" Pointed out Jolyne, more pissed off than Foo.

"I know. I'm just gonna let more people cut me." She waved the line along. "You can go. Keep on coming."

It eventually spurred a fight with those in the back of the line and those doing the cutting. So the three of you just slipped on by to find a seat.

"Anyway... where's Hermès? I haven't talked with her for a few days now. Do you know where she is, (Y/N)?" Jolyne assumed you would know since you were her cell mate.

"Ah, well..." Hermès had asked you not to tell Jolyne just yet. You didn't want to break the promise you had made.

"What is it? Is she in trouble or something?" The Cujoh wanted you to just spit it out already.