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[Winona]

Mason

Maybe he should just... drop out.

Yeah. Yeah that was a good idea, wasn't it? Drop out of high school so he was no longer tempted to go to the stupid parties or go to the stupid school where all he felt was bullied.

Today's issues had come courtesy of one of Drake's stupid friends. Ange. Sure, she was a bitch, but at least she was a bitch that stuck to her guns. Just like she had promised him over text, she had somehow gotten them partnered together for the entirety of the semester in art class. Brilliant, really. Well done. Applause.

Mason was seated in the cafeteria with his friends, but he wasn't really listening to them. He was only partially paying attention to his friends because Ange kept looking over at him and part of Mason wanted to approach her table and ask what the hell her deal was, but then Drake was walking into the room and there was no way he could do that in front of his brother.

Still, he wanted out.

"I gotta... go. I'll catch you guys later." He said with perhaps the weakest excuse to ever exist. Mason stood up from the table and stepped out of the cafeteria, heading out into the hallway. His fingers tapped against his thigh as he headed down the hallway. Mason's plan was simple. Go outside and probably smoke a cigarette.

He couldn't help that it was one of the only ways to calm himself.

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[Taelonthesands]

Juniper Ava Rowlands

Juni

Melody Meadow by Louie Zong

Mood: Why am I like this today?

location Cafeteria
mentions Mason Winona Key ohdittoh
interactions Ange ohdittoh Drake Winona Lulu PenguinFox

On top of things, Juniper supposed that was true. Though in her honest opinion she was just worried about the unknown so much, she prepared for whatever might come. Which is why she’s always been so thankful to the universe for giving her a better attunement towards possibilities and reading people. Well, reading people was something she had learned to do at a young age, but she wasn’t going to say anything if people decided to call it her unearthly intuition. Speaking of which, Juniper couldn’t help but have a slight frown to her face when she could tell that statement or what she was doing was actually making Ange upset. Damn it, her strong empathy. Damn it, Juniper.

She was quick to smile along though when Ange smiled, happy that at least she was right about them sharing history would cheer the other girl up. She laughs when Ange gets flustered and teases her about her quote on quote abilities.

Juniper listened intently to the other’s words, no wonder she was so down. It really had been a hunch that Mason was the cause of Ange’s problems, but if she was honest if it had been anyone in the school aside from maybe herself, Juniper could place money on Mason being the source of many peoples’ problems. This was art though, something that Juniper knew Ange cared a lot about next to music and this class was clearly one she had been looking forward to. Her heart bled for Ange and she wished there was some way she could make things better. At least at the moment, she could make assumptions.

Angela forgive her if she makes the wrong ones about Mason.

Gods protect her if her assumptions lead to disastrous consequences.

“You know Ange, I’m sure he can’t be too bad, I mean yeah. I know what Drake says all the time, but I know I’ve seen a lot of times when he hasn’t been mean or shitty to people,” That was half a lie and she only hoped she didn’t show it. She learned from the best to keep a fake honest face. “I mean for all we know, Mason has a passion for the arts! He could be the artist of our time for all we know.”

“Yes he’s a flower with thorns and barbs, but there’s still a beautiful flower that grows among them. And you know the thing you might have in common could be tha-”

Juniper was cut off at the sudden appearance of Drake. She practically choked on her spit as she kept herself from finishing her sentence.

“Drake! The day’s been okay so far, not much gossip aside from what’s happened on Twitter, and of course I mean the news of someone’s crush on you,” She nudges his shoulder with her own, “In fact, we were just talking that, weren’t we Ange? Why don’t you tell Drake about your day? While I uhh…”

Think Juniper think, is all she could as she looked for a moment to get her statements straight. Something anything, get this awkward energy she created off of her chest. Why couldn’t she have just said what they were talking about? Well, she knew that what she said would probably get a bad rise out of Drake. There must be something else, kids talking, people laughing, Lulu standing at the edge of the table.

“Lulu? Oh, my gods, you’re here!” Juniper basically jumps out of her seat, running over to open her arms up for a hug from the other, a new excitement at seeing her online bestie for the first time in person. “Come sit! Oh my gods this is perfect. Drake, Ange, this is my friend Lulu.”

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On top of things, Juniper supposed that was true. Though in her honest opinion she was just worried about the unknown so much, she prepared for whatever might come. Which is why she’s always been so thankful to the universe for giving her a better attunement towards possibilities and reading people. Well, reading people was something she had learned to do at a young age, but she wasn’t going to say anything if people decided to call it her unearthly intuition. Speaking of which, Juniper couldn’t help but have a slight frown to her face when she could tell that statement or what she was doing was actually making Ange upset. Damn it, her strong empathy. Damn it, Juniper.

She was quick to smile along though when Ange smiled, happy that at least she was right about them sharing history would cheer the other girl up. She laughs when Ange gets flustered and teases her about her quote on quote abilities.

Juniper listened intently to the other’s words, no wonder she was so down. It really had been a hunch that Mason was the cause of Ange’s problems, but if she was honest if it had been anyone in the school aside from maybe herself, Juniper could place money on Mason being the source of many peoples’ problems. This was art though, something that Juniper knew Ange cared a lot about next to music and this class was clearly one she had been looking forward to. Her heart bled for Ange and she wished there was some way she could make things better. At least at the moment, she could make assumptions.

Angela forgive her if she makes the wrong ones about Mason.

Gods protect her if her assumptions lead to disastrous consequences.

“You know Ange, I’m sure he can’t be too bad, I mean yeah. I know what Drake says all the time, but I know I’ve seen a lot of times when he hasn’t been mean or shitty to people,” That was half a lie and she only hoped she didn’t show it. She learned from the best to keep a fake honest face. “I mean for all we know, Mason has a passion for the arts! He could be the artist of our time for all we know.”

“Yes he’s a flower with thorns and barbs, but there’s still a beautiful flower that grows among them. And you know the thing you might have in common could be tha-”

Juniper was cut off at the sudden appearance of Drake. She practically choked on her spit as she kept herself from finishing her sentence.

“Drake! The day’s been okay so far, not much gossip aside from what’s happened on Twitter, and of course I mean the news of someone’s crush on you,” She nudges his shoulder with her own, “In fact, we were just talking that, weren’t we Ange? Why don’t you tell Drake about your day? While I uhh…”

Think Juniper think, is all she could as she looked for a moment to get her statements straight. Something anything, get this awkward energy she created off of her chest. Why couldn’t she have just said what they were talking about? Well, she knew that what she said would probably get a bad rise out of Drake. There must be something else, kids talking, people laughing, Lulu standing at the edge of the table.

“Lulu? Oh, my gods, you’re here!” Juniper basically jumps out of her seat, running over to open her arms up for a hug from the other, a new excitement at seeing her online bestie for the first time in person. “Come sit! Oh my gods this is perfect. Drake, Ange, this is my friend Lulu.”

 

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Raven

Raven's grin had started to fade gradually, she couldn't help but feel a little sorry for the guy. She was never good at this kind of stuff, she always tried. But in a way she felt like she just couldn't do enough for the people that were hurting. Overall, she hasn't really needed to be there for those who were hurting in the first place. Raven's never been particularly close with anyone besides her grandmother and... believe it or not, her grandmother's nurse, Nancy. A bit sad if you think about it... but family's family. What's left to say? "I can't eat when I'm upset either." She muttered, rather lower than it was supposed to be.

She let him ramble on, it's obvious he wasn't all there-- and not in a bad way. Sometimes people spaced out, focusing more on their thoughts alone instead of communication. Words became fuzzy when you focus too much on what's going on in your head. Glancing around the empty hallway with a shrug. "I kind of like that you haven't been here. Makes me seem a little more mysterious." Raven teased, hoping to ease his mood. It didn't bother her that there weren't any other classrooms besides this one near it. It provided a more... quiet space to work in.

So what if nobody took it as seriously as she did? That only meant she was working ten times as harder than everyone else. Raven couldn't expect to slack off and be rewarded for it in the future. She wouldn't mention it to Key, but people like him always had a backup. He could fail multiple classes and it still meant he'd go to college because of his last name, it still meant that he would get that scholarship just because he was a star on the football team. It was a guarantee that he wouldn't have to struggle in the future.

Raven didn't have that guarantee, maybe that's why she always tried to get a head start on everyone else. A head start is just one step closer to the finish line, isn't it? Ignoring his apology, she answered his question. "Maybe. But my grandmother always told me, if you want something done right, do it yourself... so, here I am." She gestured to herself with an award winning smile before it faded almost instantly. Raven raised her hand to make a motion with her finger, indicating she'd be back in a minute. She returned a few seconds later after disappearing into the room beside them with a slightly stained napkin, handing the ice to Key. "Y'know, whenever my mind was stuck on something, I would distract myself." She suggested, taking a beat before she continued.

"Mr. Killough. Would you do me the honor of allowing me to interview you?"

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Maisie

At least Aaron wasn't chewing her out or sending her to another table. Not that, that happened before. Sure, Maisie had gotten scared from time to time. But it hasn't ever stopped her from standing up for herself... at least, verbally. She could stand up for herself verbally, if someone wanted to chew her out, she was as quick to defend herself as the next girl. Maybe that's why she got in so much trouble at the other group homes. She couldn't keep her mouth shut and it wasn't smart, but she couldn't just stand there and do nothing. Especially after so many times of just sitting there like a deer in headlights. Although, that's not to say if given the opportunity, there's a really big chance that side of her would jump out and stay silent like that little girl she still quite obviously was.

A sense of relief washed over her when Aaron had agreed with her. The slight pause made her attempt to add to his words. "Scary?" Crap. Interesting. Yes, new people were always interesting. But that didn't make them less scary. Think of it like... a scary movie. The point of those things is to entertain you, some people love scary movies, and some hate it, but usually, when they're stuck watching it, they keep one eye open because they want to find out what happens. The second one is Maisie, hands down. She was a slight horror movie critic, but, that didn't mean it made her less scared.

"Uh... I mean... well..."

Maisie didn't find herself keeping one eye open with Aaron, though.

"Some are."

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Grace

No, Grace didn't get her a puppy. Well, she did-- but... deep breaths, Grace. Deep breaths. She had to act quickly, and if Ash was going to help her that was perfect. The more help the merrier. Just.. no snarks. The last thing Grace needed people to rat on her or however you say those things. Narc? Was that it? Oh... That wasn't the damn point! "Okay, okay. You're right." Grace took a deep breath and took a second to bring back her sanity instead of fast forwarding forty years into the future. "He went down this way, but Jace body blocked me before I could run after him. Listen, I love him but sometimes I hate your brother." It was harsh, but Grace has everything relying on this dog.

Grace walked oddly calmly down the hallway and glanced over at Ash, wringing her hands together as she did so. "So... I have to tell you something. I didn't originally get the dog for you. If I'm being honest, I didn't really think through it, I just did it and I know I needed someone to have my back so, I went under the facade of giving you him as a present. Because... " She didn't get to the part of why she needed Ash to have her back, but that wasn't important.

Or... well, maybe it was.

"I kidnapped Bernard." A bark startled the blonde and before Ash could respond, Grace was telling the people close by that her ringtone was awfully too loud and she was off chasing a dog-- that hopefully nobody noticed.
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Juliette

Juliette's jaw dropped and she let out a gasp. Ava was being completely unreasonable. She never even dated someone before! So, of course Jules is going to be the slightest bit protective. Even if that person she was going to date was Sawyer and because of that reason alone Ava should listen to her, Juliette knew the blonde like the back of her hand! When she actually pays attention to her that is-- Okay. The bottom line is; Juliette and Sawyer are friends. Juliette knows how Sawyer is and she just doesn't want Ava to get hurt.

Yeah, that's why. Because Sawyer was a raging homosexual and her only thoughts were to go from girl to girl like some animal. See, Juliette had actual reasons why Ava and Sawyer shouldn't date. "Sawyer jumps girls quicker than Precious jumps the hoops his trainer puts him through." If you knew Juliette well enough, Precious was her precious dog. She cared more about him than... well, she wasn't going to say Toby because that wasn't true.

"I know you don't like Toby, but he has nothing to do with this. As your best friend I'm obligated to tell you when someone is bad for you. You don't even have a reason why Toby's bad for me, you just don't like him and that's not fair. You haven't even give him a chance." Okay, sure, maybe Toby and JJ keep pausing their relationship, but that's only because they're both headstrong! She crossed her arms and glared her way.

"Fine. If I'm being such a bitch, then maybe we shouldn't be friends anymore, how about that." Was it a challenge? Yes. Because obviously, Ava wasn't going to agree with that. She was going to say she was sorry for calling her a bitch, and then she'd call off the date with Sawyer, and the two of them would do something fun together, like... mani pedis. And then... the arcade, or whatever else Ava wanted to do. Whatever they did, she knew it'd be ten times better then what Sawyer had planned.
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[Winona]

Ash

"Yeah, Jace is stupid." Ash agreed when Grace mentioned him having blocked her way from the puppy. It was just like her brother to get in the way and make life harder for everyone else. Look, the relationship between her and her brother was... strained. It had always been strained and at some point, both Ash and Jace had given up on trying to be close like so many other siblings she saw on a daily basis.

She hurried after Grace, her eyes scanning the hallway as the two of them walked. By now, most students had made it to the cafeteria, so the hallways were much less packed. Which should make it a lot easier to find a runaway puppy. After all, how far could a puppy even really get?

And then, Grace dropped the bomb. The this isn't actually your gift bomb that included the fact that Grace had... Sorry, but had she really just said she kidnapped a dog?

"You kidnapped him?" Ash echoed in a harsh whisper. "Grace, isn't that like illegal? Why did you kidnap a dog?" This whole thing was just getting more and more wild by the minute, in her opinion.

Well, at least it was a... unique first day.

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[elytra]

Charlie
Location: The Cafeteria
Mood: Mourning the Loss of Olive Garden
Interacting: Frankie ( cadence ) Mentions: N/A​

Charlie was a fan of the finer things in life.

Not that his definition of 'finer things' lined up with anyone else's definition of 'finer things' (and, to a further extent, not that he really cared if his definition didn't line up). To him, the finer things were simple, like baseball and arcade games and spending time with Frankie. Stargazing in the back of Frankie's pickup was also another example of a finer thing, and along the same lines, so was being able to misuse their roof space to invade his boyfriends home whenever he pleased (for the most part). Of course, that particular finer thing had landed him with a broken arm, but all the same. It wasn't as good hadn't come of it. The point was, he was insanely easy to please when it came to finer things. The bar was so low that you could step over it with little effort.

The cafeteria food did not clear this bar.

Charlie prodded at the meal in front of him with the back of his fork disdainfully, watching the mashed potato tower- or substance-he-assumed-to-be-mashed-potato tower -he'd built in an attempt to put off actually eating it topple over onto the plate. The fact that it seemed to act more like a liquid than a mash when it fell didn't leave him feeling very hopeful about how it tasted. Usually, he would've brought lunch, but he'd been in a rush that morning (he might've slept in just a bit) and didn't have the time to make anything. And thus, he was stuck with this: school lunch. It was a cruel reminder of why he'd been so hellbent on bringing his own food in the first place.

He stared at it for a few moments, before deciding he literally could not stomach the dish and pushed it away from him, refusing to look at it any longer. Instead, he dramatically put his head down in his arms, sighing as audibly as possible for the express purpose of letting Frankie know how tortured his existence currently was.

"We should've skipped and gone to Olive Garden." He mourned, shifting his position so he could actually look at his boyfriend "I think Olive Garden would've been better. I don't think I care about this whole 'learning' thing much anymore. Like, is it even worth it?" That had been a rhetorical question. It wasn't, and he was pretty sure they both knew it.

 

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K E A G E N . K I L L O U G H .

Status: About to get interviewed...?

Location: Outside the Journalism room

Interractions: Soap (Raven)

Mentions: N/A

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"Interview...," Keagen repeated, and he stared at his feet.

It took a good long moment for it to seem as if it registered with him, and when it did, he looked up at Raven with an eyebrow raised. He sniffled. "Interview? For the paper?"

After a very long moment of computing, he cocked a small grin.

Key stood and approached her. "And you ask like you're giving me the choice to turn you down? I couldn't turn down a girl as pretty as you are. That'd be a waste, huh?" His heart didn't seem fully in his speech, but he, at least, seemed to be making an effort. He took the ice from her hand, and he held it on his right hand with his left. "Guess I can't say no, then. Thanks."

He paused, and his brow furrowed. "It'll just be on paper, right? Not recorded?" he asked. He lifted his eyes to study the door, as if it was something out of an exhibit. "If it's written down, then you better not mention that my face is fucked up. 'n if you do, mention how much worse Mason is." It was a joke, but he said it in a dumbly-serious tone.

He paused for a moment, and he rubbed his neck. "I guess lead the way." His small grin returned. "Can't think of nothing better to do right now than sit down and get interviewed like I'm a famous guy or something."

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"Interview...," Keagen repeated, and he stared at his feet.

It took a good long moment for it to seem as if it registered with him, and when it did, he looked up at Raven with an eyebrow raised. He sniffled. "Interview? For the paper?"

After a very long moment of computing, he cocked a small grin.

Key stood and approached her. "And you ask like you're giving me the choice to turn you down? I couldn't turn down a girl as pretty as you are. That'd be a waste, huh?" His heart didn't seem fully in his speech, but he, at least, seemed to be making an effort. He took the ice from her hand, and he held it on his right hand with his left. "Guess I can't say no, then. Thanks."

He paused, and his brow furrowed. "It'll just be on paper, right? Not recorded?" he asked. He lifted his eyes to study the door, as if it was something out of an exhibit. "If it's written down, then you better not mention that my face is fucked up. 'n if you do, mention how much worse Mason is." It was a joke, but he said it in a dumbly-serious tone.

He paused for a moment, and he rubbed his neck. "I guess lead the way." His small grin returned. "Can't think of nothing better to do right now than sit down and get interviewed like I'm a famous guy or something."

 

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Grace

It was a long story. But unfortunately, it was a story Grace had to tell once Bernard escaped from her sight again-- but this time, into an empty classroom. The blonde steadied herself and walked into the empty room. "Look around for him before he gets into dangerous stuff." If it's bad when a dog eats chocolate, Grace couldn't even imagine what it'd be if Bernard decided to take a sip of ethanol.

Could dogs get drunk? It was a question for google later. Grace knew nothing about dogs. "I had no choice, Ash. The shelter was going to put him down... so yesterday, I got there and look into his little eyes..." She gestured towards herself. "And shoved him into my backpack. I knew my mom wasn't going to let me keep him, but she's out a lot of the time and I figured we could just..."

Swap the dog? Co-custody? Co-adopt? "Save him together, I don't know. They haven't made flyers for him or anything, and it's probably because they don't even care about Bernard at all." Grace didn't kidnap him. She saved him.

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Frankie Sibanda

It was a shame, really. Lunch was usually his favorite part of a school day. It was the one time he could hang out with his boyfriend during school without interruption. The one time he could have a full conversation without being yelled at for distracting the class or, as had happened in their second period class, literally having their desks separated. It was their desert oasis. Their safe haven. But that had been last year... When the school lunches looked mostly edible and Frankie had actually bothered waking up in time to pack a lunch.

"I can't believe this is what taxpayer dollars are spent on," he sighed, the same look of disdain his boyfriend wore etched onto his own face as well. "Is this even edible..? I've seen dog vomit that looked more appetizing than this." He shriveled up his nose, raking his fork through the suspiciously chunky brown gravy atop his... Well, the menu said it was salisbury steak. "Look at this, babe! It's chunky!" He let out a whine, plopping the chunk of gravy back onto his tray.

He watched as Charlie pushed his tray away, joining his with it. "I wish we went to Olive Garden," he agreed, resting his head in his arms so he was eye-level with Charlie. Sure, his mom would have killed him. But he'd weighed his options and decided a nice hot plate of bottomless Olive Garden breadsticks was well worth the punishment. "Learning is not worth it! That's what I've been saying! Fuck school... I just want pasta..." He glanced again at the foul looking food on his tray as his stomach growled, considering whether or not it was worth it.

"It looks like we have three options... We can, A, attempt to stomach this. I don't particularly fancy being poisoned so I'm going to go ahead and say no to that. We can, B, starve. Preferable to eating this shit but I am hungry, so... Orrrr!" He started, his voice sing-songy. "We could sneak and get something." There weren't too many options nearby, but Frankie didn't particularly care whether or not he skipped out on the second half of school. Besides, at the very least, they could get something from the vending machines. Anything was better than the slop the cafeteria was serving.

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[Winona]

Ash

She followed after Grace into the room after seeing the little puppy scamper in. However, Ash closed the door after them so the puppy couldn't get back out -- the last thing that she needed was to be chasing a puppy around the entire school even more than she already had been. Plus, if they didn't find it now, Ash was pretty sure Grace might have a heart attack.

"Okay, okay, so yeah, I guess killing him would've sucked." Ash agreed as she started poking around, looking for the little rascal. How could one little puppy be so gosh darn hard to find? "But why would you bring him to school? Couldn't you have like... brought him by to my house last night or something? Or this morning?"

She peeked around another lab table, but there was nothing. Drats. Ash stood up, resting her arms on the table for a moment to look over at Grace. "Better yet, why me take him? My dad is totally going to kill me if I show up with a puppy! And then he's going to call your mom and she's going to kill you." Ash pointed out.

Which, to be fair, wasn't totally true. For one, Ash could easily hide a puppy from her dad for a few days at the very least if needed -- he was hardly ever home and even when he was, it wasn't like he went past her room. Plus, her room was so far away from the kitchen and the living room that even if the puppy started barking or something, her dad probably wouldn't hear him.

Still, it was a recipe for death.

Ash pushed away from the table to continue her search, and that's when she saw the little pup. "Ha! I got him!" She yelled and dove to try and catch him, but ended up tripping over a stool and falling to her hands and knees instead as Bernard took off across the floor.

"Grace! Grab him!"

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@therealangewalle

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Status: Chatting
Location: Cafeteria
Interactions: Taelonthesands (Juni) Winona (Drake) PenguinFox (Lulu)
Mentions: N/A

• A N G E L A • W A L C O T T •

Ange perked up when Drake sat down. "Hey, Drake! So ya finally decided to show up?" At Juni's prompt, she smiled and laughed. "Yeah. You and your true love," she said sarcastically.

When the stranger sat down at the table meekly and Juni introduced her, Ange's smile grew warmer, more welcoming.

"Hey there, Lulu," she greeted casually. "Yeah, I'm Ange. Or Angela. Or Wall-E. Or literally whatever." She gave her peace signs. "Welcome to the table. Or as I like to call it, the Outlands Plus Fun." She snickered at her own joke. "Kidding. But you're welcome here."

Ange paused a second, still smiling. "So you're new, I figure? You don't look like a freshman. What grade are you in? Where did you come from?" She snickered when she realized she was asking a lot of questions. "Sorry. I'm kinda nosy."

She looked at Drake now. "But both of you, how have your days been? I'm wondering. Consider this our intiation-- talking about how our first days have gone."

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CÉLIAN DEBROSSE

In retrospect, Célian really should have known not to expect much from American lunches. He'd recalled comments about how inedible the food was over Twitter, but nothing had quite prepared him for the reality of it. In France, they had real chefs in the kitchen making meals daily from fresh ingredients sourced from local farms. They drank from glass cups and used real silverware. On a Monday at the school he usually attended in France, he would have expected veal, cucumber and tomato salad, cheese, and bread for lunch, accompanied with an apple tart for dessert. Simply put, he was used to meals that were edible and nothing - nothing - had prepared him for the scoop of food that had been plopped onto his tray.

Sheer will was the only thing that prevented him from gagging at the sight of it. He didn't want to be disrespectful, after all. Sure, he hated America and all of its inhabitants, but he wasn't about to directly disrespect the chef by gagging at the meal they'd prepared. Besides, looks could be deceiving. He knew of plenty of meals that were unpleasant to look at but tasted délicieux. Surely this was one of those times... Still, etiquette alone wasn't enough to keep his thoughts entirely to himself. He walked through the line with his nose shriveled in disgust, eager to sit down and be done with it.

But he found himself frozen at the center of the cafeteria, overwhelmed by the amount of people sitting at row after row of tables. For the first time since coming to America, it dawned on him that he'd have no friends to eat with. In France, conversation and socialization was just as important a part of a meal as ingesting food was. The realization that he didn't have a single friend to sit with sent a wave of nausea over him; the familiar, unwelcome feeling of homesickness. Briefly, he considered eating alone. But he was desperate to make his time in America count. He wasn't going to be the pathetic loner that ate by themselves. He scanned the crowd for a familiar face - literally any familiar face - before landing on.. Marley? Marcus? Célian was now regretting not paying any attention to the guy when he'd told him his name earlier but supposed he'd do regardless.

"Can I sit?" He asked after walking over, even though there was no real reason in asking aside from being polite. He shot the boy a look that clearly showed he'd sit whether given permission or not. As he did the next moment, completely ignoring What's-His-Name and the suspiciously similar looking people that sat around him as he ripped open his plastic silverware. "How are Americans so fat when this is what you're served for lunch?" He asked abruptly, forking a scoop of what he assumed to be mashed potatoes into his mouth. The taste immediately made him gag and spit into his napkin, a look of disgust etched onto his features. "Seriously, I'd rather starve."

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Charlie
Location: The Cafeteria
Mood: Wishing His Tastebuds Didn't Work
Interacting: Frankie ( cadence ) Mentions: N/A​

Leaving was sounding tempting. Charlie, admittedly, didn't skip school much. There were a few days where he was out 'sick' just because he really didn't feel like thinking on those particular days, but usually when he was at school he tended to stay there. If his parents found out he left, or god forbid the baseball couch did, he was dead. Simple as that. Leaving wasn't worth being killed on most days, in his opinion. However, this? The food? It was quickly destroying his resolve to stick around.

He hmmmed indecisively, glancing at his food with his mouth set into a thin line. He poked it once more with his fork. Then, hesitantly, he took a small fork-full of the mashed potatoes. Sitting up, he studied it, and then, before he could decide against it, he shoved the fork in his mouth. This was possibly the work choice he'd ever made, because the next moment he felt like gagging, taking his water and chugging it in order to try and get the food down without having to taste it anymore. So much for appearances not being everything; it tasted awful.

"Alright, confirmed, it's disgusting." He concluded, dropping the fork on top of the plate so he wouldn't have to look at it any longer "It's, like, really bad. Really bad." Despite the emphasis, he still felt the understatement of the century. He sighed once again, putting his forehead down on the table in another dramatic motion, pitifully reaching over to grab Frankie's hand "I can't do it. I can't eat it. I'm 100% on board with sneaking out. I don't think I can last the rest of the day without lunch, but I can't eat that."

 

[elytra]

Monroe Quill
Location: The Cafeteria
Mood: Currently Residing in his Own Personal Hell
Interacting: Célian ( cadence ), Siblings Mentions: N/A​

Lunch was supposed to be a relatively peaceful point for Monroe. He'd eat his food, listen to his siblings ramble on about one thing or another, and just relax before being tossed back into classes. He didn't have to put up with bad food- a benefit of having someone obsessed with cooking in his family -and basically no one else bothered them at their table. Not that people didn't sit there every now and again, but generally, they either didn't speak to them or weren't annoying.

This particular lunch had started in about the same way. The chosen topic being thrown around was debating the existence of aliens, something that Monroe didn't particularly care about but found fun to tune in to. Lucky was firmly on the side of them not existing, which was the last thing he had expected, while Mel didn't seem to express whether they felt one way or the other, instead opting for talking about how they though aliens would be 'fun' and 'fresh'.

Kat, of course, sat no where near them. It was probably for the best.

He assumed it would be that way for the rest of lunch. He was fine with it being that way for the rest of lunch. Unfortunately for him, that wasn't the case, because the annoying french twink he had been forced into an assignment with ended up sitting down with them. Had he asked to sit there? Sure. Had he waited for an answer? No. Monroe shot him a look, face settling into a scowl.

"Then starve." He said simply, earning him a elbow to the side from Lucky, who didn't seem to share his distaste.

"Be nice, Monroe. But yea, the food here sucks." She eagerly agreed, seeming delighted at the aspect of someone new joining them "I'm pretty sure they make it bad on purpose. The potatoes are probably the worst part. I mean, you smush those bad boys down and turn the plate over? They are NOT coming off." She paused a moment, before taking a bag of chips she'd packed and offering it to Célian with a grin "Not sure what your tastes are, buuuut its better than the lunch here."

"Don't give him food. He's a demon." Monroe grumbled, tempted to hit the bag out of her hand, but making no move to do so. "Let him eat the shitty cafeteria potatoes. It builds character."

 

[Winona]

Ava

She was taken aback by JJ's sudden idea that maybe they just... shouldn't be friends. Ava hesitated -- because normally, yeah, she'd try to make up for whatever had happened. The idea of not being friends with Jules was usually something that would shock her back into submission and giving in to whatever the bully cheerleader asked for.

Normally.

But maybe she was tired of being bullied by her younger friend. Ava hesitated, but only briefly, before she sucked in a deep breath to try and steady her nerves. To, you know, try and give her some kind of nerve to do this.

"Fine." She said, pushing away from the sink and letting her arms drop from across her chest. "I guess we aren't friends anymore, then." Ava said as she headed towards the door to the bathroom without so much as a glance back over her shoulder. If she did look back, would she still have the nerve to walk out?

Probably not.

So without a glance back, Ava walked out of the bathroom.

Soap​

 

[elytra]

Theodore Stanton
Location: The Cafeteria
Mood: My Mind is a Circus and I Am but a Boy Afraid of Clowns
Interacting: Rowan ( Beeze ) Mentions: N/A​

Theo had a tendency to overthink things. He could admit to it. Sure, he liked to act very chill- or at the very least unbothered -but anxiety was a bitch. Or maybe he was anxiety's bitch. It was one of the two, and either way, it resulted in him taking small things and making them panic worthy. 'Making a mountain out of a mole hill', as his dad would say. He couldn't help it, but usually he could beat it down enough that he could avoid dealing with it head on until he could do it privately, because freak outs were not a public affair.

All that was to say that it really did track that he was anxious over having lunch with a guy who he was, supposedly, if things went well, going on a date with later.

The problem, essentially, was that to his knowledge Rowan really didn't know anyone except him. It was the first day of school, after all, and he was new, and they'd met by chance over the summer and they'd kept in touch. Obviously Theo had crushed a little, he was predictable like that and he had a type, but it wasn't as if he had expected it to go anywhere. He wasn't really dating material. He wasn't even close friend material. He was 'goofy dude who you're either friendly with or you find annoying' material, for the most part. But it had ended up going somewhere, and now he was stuck on the idea that maybe it was only because he was the only person Rowan knew in town. Was it stupid? Yes. Did that stop him from thinking it? Nope. He had a tendency to get stuck on things. His brain was cursed to be filled with tiny court jesters tasked with the specific job of mocking him.

Which was why he was sitting at a table in the lunch room, staring down at his lunchable as if he was silently pleading with it to give him answers (which it wouldn't, because it was a lunchable, and lunchables didn't have the ability to conceive solutions). They were supposedly sitting together for lunch, but he half-expected it not to happen. Which would be fine, obviously, because he didn't want to hog all of Rowans time, but he probably wouldn't know what to do with himself otherwise.

Despite that, he stayed where he was, just in case Rowan did actually still want to have lunch with him. He wasn't going to let his head jesters ruin this for him. Or, he would, maybe, but he'd act like they weren't ruining it for him. That was half the battle or something, right?

 

[elytra]

Katherine Quill
Location: Walking Out of Bathroom
Mood: Feeling Stabby
Interacting: N/A; open Mentions: N/A
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If you were to ask the triplets what their most prominent memory of their older sister was, they'd probably come to the consensus that it was the one time that she'd threatened to stab someone in the middle of a pep rally.

And if you got that answer, she would have to explain that while yes, she did threaten to stab someone in the middle of a pep rally at their old school, it was for a good reason, and no, she did not actually stab them. She hadn't had a knife on her at the time, in fact, so it was more of a promise than a threat if you got down to the technicalities, which was possibly a little better. It wasn't much better. It was probably still an over-the-top reaction, she could admit to that. But it was better than threatening to stab someone at random. People had been talking shit about one of the triplets- frankly, she couldn't remember what they'd said or who they'd said it about -and it had been a gut reaction.

It was also a stark contrast to what people saw her as currently: a stuck up cheerleader who hadn't ever gotten into a physical fight.

Which was the way she wanted it. Moving to Radcliffe the year before had been an opportunity, and she'd made the most of it. She'd joined cheer, gotten in with the more popular kids, things like that. It had been annoying- some of them were pricks and it took all of her self control to not bluntly state so -but she'd managed. It'd made keeping an eye on her siblings easier, in her opinion; no one wanted a cheerleader tearing into them, which she was absolutely willing to do if anyone tried anything. Besides, cheer was fun. She enjoyed it. The pros outweighed the cons, for the most part.

She did not enjoy having to do makeup, though.

She really didn't see the point. The number of times she'd poked her eye out with mascara was nearing infinite, and eyeliner was a pain in the ass. Sure, she looked nice afterwards, but at what cost? Monroe ended up helping her most mornings, just because he was obsessed with things looking nice and knew how to do things like that, but during the day when she was touching things up, she had no help. Just her and the mirror, trying to act like she knew what she was doing. It put her in a bad mood, and by the end of it, she ended up glaring at herself for a solid few moments.

It was as good as it was going to get. She didn't have to do much, just fix up her lipstick which she'd smudged on accident, but that didn't make it any easier. She did another once-over, before deciding she could accept it, heading out the door to make her way to the lunch room. If anyone bothered her before she got there, it was their own fault; she wasn't in the mood for it. All she wanted was to wait out the rest of the day and go home.

 

[mikaluvkitties]

AARON OLLILA​

Scary. She’d said new people were scary.

Maybe friendship with this girl could be good for more than just pissing his dad off- Maisie. That was her name. Maisie.

He smirked at his sandwich. “Scary works, too. You often know nothing about them, or only things you’ve heard from other people, and people in general spout so much bullshit you’re probably better off without anything, anyways.”

That had been to much, hadn’t it?

The smirk slid off his face, replaced by nothing, and he said coolly. “So yes. Scary, interesting. Both work.”

Soap​

 

[Winona]

Drake

The three of them weren't given much time to interact or for Drake to give a dramatic rendition of his day before a new girl showed up at the table. The girl seemed nervous and didn't actually say anything, but Juni greeted her. Lulu? Interesting name. His pale gaze shifted from Juni back to the new girl and he offered a wide toothed grin, albeit possibly a little bit weird looking. What, okay, look. Wide grins were not Drake's forte, but he was feeling peppy today.

He hopped over from his seat so that he was sitting next to Ange and patted the now vacant chair. "Here, you can sit right here so you're close to Juni." Drake offered with a slightly less weird looking grin. "I am Drake. I do not bite. Usually." There was that one time he had bit someone in elementary school but look, they had it coming. Also the dentist. Yeah... Mason hadn't been happy when he heard that Drake had bit Adriane's dad.

He leaned back against the table, his arms crossed and resting on top with a lazy partial grin on his face as Ange asked about their days. His eyes widened because here was his chance for his dramatic rendition of his first day of school so far. The moment he had been waiting ages for.

A hand rubbed at his nose for a moment before he started to speak. "So, my first hour teacher was all like 'son are you high?' and I was like 'no' and he was like 'but you're not in this class' but I got distracted by a butterfly outside the window so I said 'yellow' and got sent to the principal's office. Except I didn't go to the principal's office because I thought there was a dog so I naturally ran away screaming and then I hid in the locker room for the rest of class. Someone took my secret stash of weed, so that sucked, but then I went to class. The end."

It was dramatic but true.

Taelonthesands ohdittoh PenguinFox​

 

[Soap]

Grace

Ash made good points, really good points. But Grace knew what she was doing-- if a kidnapping a puppy needed to happen, then it was a damn thing that was gonna happen. Grace wasn't sorry... yet. At least she won't be if she doesn't get expelled. But maybe expulsion was totally worth saving a little pup's life. "Once I found out they were putting him to... sleep. I didn't have a lot of time, and people would turn heads when you're stuffing a bulldog in your backpack... I had to scope out the place, okay?" So... yeah, maybe she could've dropped him off at Ash's house before school but she hadn't thought of that.

She did what she thought was best, is all. "Not if we keep it a secret. I planned all of this out! You're gonna get him Mondays, Tuesdays, and Thursdays, and I'll get him Wednesdays, Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays." There was no way Grace was going to let Bernard live with a stranger, after all. At this point Grace had risked more for Bernard than she has for anybody ever. This wasn't going to go down with her handing Bernard off to Chase. "You're the only one I can trust with him." At those words, Ash had found Bernard and let him slip. So... Grace might've regretted her choices in choosing a co-parent but, she was the one who have lost him in the first place, so she couldn't go around blaming.

Suddenly, the door opened and Bernard was right about to scamper right through it when Grace dove onto the floor like an absolute madman, taking a hold of Bernard with her arms stretched out. Her eyes widened when she looked up to see no one other than Sawyer.

Oh no. Here was was, completely red puppy-handed.

KingofAesir Winona​

 

[KingofAesir]

Sawyer​

Sawyer had wandered away from the boys after seeing Grace streak by her in pursuit of something. She'd lost Grace sometime later after watching her turn a corner and disappear as if into thin air. Sawyer groaned and continued to wander a little aimlessly around, hoping to run into Grace once again. There was no one around and Sawyer was beginning to feel a little bored wandering around by herself. She didn't know why this hall was so empty anyway. Sawyer peaked into a classroom only to see the figures of who she thought were the principal and one of the English teachers huddled into a very compromising position. Gross. Sawyer physically gagged and moved away from the door. The second she did so, she collided straight into someone. A teacher stood stoic behind her, glaring in a manner that sent a shiver down Sawyer's spine. Mrs. Munoz was quiet the terrifying sight to behold with her beady little eyes and the frown on her face that never seemed to go away. Sawyer looked back at the door behind her and realized the classroom she had just peaked into was Mrs. Munoz's. She could've laughed. Sawyer stepped aside with a grin and watched as the short woman opened the door and was greeted with the two adults Sawyer had seen before. The woman said more than a few expletives in Spanish and Sawyer decided this was her moment to escape. She bolted about four doors down before opening a classroom door and slipping inside.

She wasn't alone. As if she had been blessed by luck, Sawyer watched on as one Grace Jackson practically dove to the ground to snatch up what was very obviously a puppy. A living breathing puppy. Sawyer grinned at the blonde and only then did she notice that Ash was in the room as well. So Grace's Twitter questions hadn't been so hypothetical after all. What a wonderful surprise this was. Sawyer sank down on the balls of her feet into a squat and took the puppy that Grace had in her grasp, huddling the thing close to her chest and cooing at it with a smile. She grinned down at Grace, who was still on the floor.

"You know, I was expecting something small, like a guinea pig or something. Not a whole puppy." Sawyer buried her nose in the bulldog's neck and laughed, "Awe, did Grace kidnap you? You're so cute, yes you areeee."

Soap Winona

 

[Soap]

Raven

Raven's grin returned faster than the rumors the cheerleaders are so fond of. "Smart boy." She didn't know Key well, and if she's being honest she knew nothing about him at all other than what everyone else knew. A jock, rich, and a bit of an douche. Raven saw two out of three but hey, the day's still young. "Don't worry, I'll make sure everyone knows you're the splitting image of a Ken doll." She reassured Key, holding the door open and leading him into the room.

Interviews were always fun for Raven, of course depending on the subject they were talking about. Football drained the mood a little, but hey, she needed the interview and he needed the distraction. The brunette led him to her desk, allowing him to sit there instead of her. He was injured, it was the least she could do... plus, it was a great excuse for sitting on top of the desk. What? She's professional, doesn't mean she can't look amazing while doing it.

Raven had a choice to make, do the interview the old fashioned way, or hit the record button and call it a day. As much as she had a thing for pen and paper, a girl could only write so fast. With the tap of a button the recording had started and Raven had jumped to the opportunity to ask the questions. "So, Mr. Killough. What's your thoughts on football season returning? Are you confident in your team this year?" It was a subtle question, the true meaning behind it is if he trusted his captain.

None other than Mason Rivera had become quarterback, and clearly both boys were certainly up to the task. But with the tension they've had it won't be out of the ordinary for them to butt heads. "What about hopes? Is there any part of you that's excited to see a scout in the stands? And if so, would you want that focus to be on you, or do you believe that someone on your team is more deserving of a scholarship, or a spot on a college team?"

ohdittoh​

 

[ohdittoh]

MOOD:
Thinking is...hard...
LOCATION:
The Journalism room
INTERACTIONS:
Soap (Raven)
MENTIONS:
Winona (Mason)

keagen killough

Key followed Raven into the Journalism room, reaching out to poke just about everything that he saw.

He sat on top of one of the tables as he watched Raven get situated. This whole situation was kinda weird and coincidental. He barely knew her, sure. It was weird that she needed a football interview and he was the one that happened to show up at just the right time, sure. But in the end, this was a way for them both to get what they needed-- distraction and an interview.

He dangled his feet off the edge of the table as he listened to her first questions, and he plucked a chair from off of the ground beneath the table and sat it beside himself. He placed his elbow in the chair and leaned sideways onto it, propping himself up with it. "Uh, lemme think...football coming back is..."

His mind went blank. His brows furrowed as he searched for a word.

"Good," he finished, finally. "Our team is fu--..." He nearly cursed, but he stopped himself short. "Mason Rivera. Our captain is Mason Rivera," he said, and there was a slight tinge of irritation to his voice.

He sighed. "Listen, as long as he listens to Coach, we'll be fine. I guess. The rest of us will do what the coach says, since that's all that Mason should be saying, too, and if he doesn't, then it'll be his fault that we lose, I think."

For Key to say that meant that he really wasn't in his fully right state of mind. Usually, he would have laughed and said that he was much better suited for that position or something along those lines-- oh, and called Mason a jackass, too. But this response was so...calm, and only slightly irritated.

With the arm that wasn't propping up his head, Key reached up and touched the bandage on his nose gently. "My hopes...for this year....uhh..." His brow furrowed again, and he looked at his knees. "I dunno, to win playoffs."

He grinned half-heartedly and looked up at her. "Ya know that big cup that they give the winners and that big ring that comes with it? The super big ones? Those are pretty fu...those are pretty dope. And scouts? He-- Heck yeah, I'm excited to see 'em. We should be getting a lot, with so many great players. The team's great."

Somewhere in there, there was an "except the fucker who broke my nose", but it seemed that he wouldn't say it.

He scratched at his knee. "I dunno...I think that I'm pretty good, but that doesn't mean anything, really. Other people deserve stuff, too. I mean, we all work hard. So I guess that I can't really say."

He shifted in his spot and lifted his head. "I've done my best since I started here, ya know? Kinda always dreamed of seeing Keagen Killough up on the tops of those buildings where the people talk-- uh, motivational speakers, those people. I've always wanted to give those motivational speeches to crowds and sh-- stuff about how I've done my football stuff." By the growing strength in his grin, he really meant it, even if the dream did seem a bit childish.

So the big dumb asshole jock did have a couple of thoughts to go with the feelings that he only just now seemed to have. What an interesting reveal.

His grin faltered a little, and he looked at Raven. "But I guess that there are probably a lot of people on the team who think of the same stuff. I think that nearly all of us deserve to be scouted, though. Let's hope that that happens. Uhh..."

He paused a long time, and he scratched the back of his neck.

And then, finally, he chuckled softly, dropped his hand, and asked, "Next question?"

code by ditto (head empty go bonk)​

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Key followed Raven into the Journalism room, reaching out to poke just about everything that he saw.

He sat on top of one of the tables as he watched Raven get situated. This whole situation was kinda weird and coincidental. He barely knew her, sure. It was weird that she needed a football interview and he was the one that happened to show up at just the right time, sure. But in the end, this was a way for them both to get what they needed-- distraction and an interview.

He dangled his feet off the edge of the table as he listened to her first questions, and he plucked a chair from off of the ground beneath the table and sat it beside himself. He placed his elbow in the chair and leaned sideways onto it, propping himself up with it. "Uh, lemme think...football coming back is..."

His mind went blank. His brows furrowed as he searched for a word.

"Good," he finished, finally. "Our team is fu--..." He nearly cursed, but he stopped himself short. "Mason Rivera. Our captain is Mason Rivera," he said, and there was a slight tinge of irritation to his voice.

He sighed. "Listen, as long as he listens to Coach, we'll be fine. I guess. The rest of us will do what the coach says, since that's all that Mason should be saying, too, and if he doesn't, then it'll be his fault that we lose, I think."

For Key to say that meant that he really wasn't in his fully right state of mind. Usually, he would have laughed and said that he was much better suited for that position or something along those lines-- oh, and called Mason a jackass, too. But this response was so...calm, and only slightly irritated.

With the arm that wasn't propping up his head, Key reached up and touched the bandage on his nose gently. "My hopes...for this year....uhh..." His brow furrowed again, and he looked at his knees. "I dunno, to win playoffs."

He grinned half-heartedly and looked up at her. "Ya know that big cup that they give the winners and that big ring that comes with it? The super big ones? Those are pretty fu...those are pretty dope. And scouts? He-- Heck yeah, I'm excited to see 'em. We should be getting a lot, with so many great players. The team's great."

Somewhere in there, there was an "except the fucker who broke my nose", but it seemed that he wouldn't say it.

He scratched at his knee. "I dunno...I think that I'm pretty good, but that doesn't mean anything, really. Other people deserve stuff, too. I mean, we all work hard. So I guess that I can't really say."

He shifted in his spot and lifted his head. "I've done my best since I started here, ya know? Kinda always dreamed of seeing Keagen Killough up on the tops of those buildings where the people talk-- uh, motivational speakers, those people. I've always wanted to give those motivational speeches to crowds and sh-- stuff about how I've done my football stuff." By the growing strength in his grin, he really meant it, even if the dream did seem a bit childish.

So the big dumb asshole jock did have a couple of thoughts to go with the feelings that he only just now seemed to have. What an interesting reveal.

His grin faltered a little, and he looked at Raven. "But I guess that there are probably a lot of people on the team who think of the same stuff. I think that nearly all of us deserve to be scouted, though. Let's hope that that happens. Uhh..."

He paused a long time, and he scratched the back of his neck.

And then, finally, he chuckled softly, dropped his hand, and asked, "Next question?"

 

[Winona]

Ash

Grace did not grab him. Instead, Bernard yet again, wiggled his way out of their grasps and was taking off for the door that had opened and now had someone apparently much more interesting than the two blonde cheerleaders laying on the floor of the lab room.

Sawyer. Ash should've known. Somehow, the basketball star always ended up the same place as Grace. A fact that she hadn't thought much on until finding out that Sawyer had a crush on Grace. Which yes, had filled her with a strange amount of anxiety at being in the middle of what was perhaps the most confusing triangle... or, love square? Love pentagon? God, it was so confusing that a word hadn't even been developed for it yet.

"It's not what it looks like!" Ash yelled as she tried to stand up and scramble towards Sawyer and Bernard, only to find that her foot was stuck in one of the lab stools and she ended up falling -- again -- to the ground before she managed to pull her foot out from the confines of the stool. Only for the stool to then topple to the ground with a deafening clatter.

Way to be smooth and quiet.

Now free, she hopped to her feet and set the stool back up. She backed away from it slowly, almost as if she was afraid that if she moved too fast, the stool would attack and she'd fall to the ground. Again.

She turned towards Grace and Sawyer, letting out a deep breath. "Okay so... It's exactly what it looks like. This is Bernard West-Jackson."

Soap KingofAesir​

 

[elytra]

Casey Dunn
Location: Art Room
Mood: So, So Tired
Interacting: Casper ( mikaluvkitties ) Mentions: Key, Mason, Theo​

After the party over the weekend, Casey had decided they'd had just about enough of people. Their idea of a good time wasn't standing in the doorway of some random guys kitchen while two jocks duked it out over a nonexistent problem. In fact, they had much preferred it when they had just been bored out of their mind on the couch, and had left the party almost immediately after the fight started on instinct. They'd ended up in their house after running back (which was, admittedly, a horrible choice that their body did not thank them for) with one less scarf and a whole lot of tiny drink umbrellas that they didn't have an idea what to do with. Overall, it was a horrible experience.

Which is why they had basically gone out of their way to avoid people during the day. They had, briefly, considered checking in on the drunk jock who'd gotten his ass beat within an inch of his life, but had decided against it when they realized they very much did not socialize with that crowd. Admittedly, they didn't really socialize with any crowd, but the sports people especially. It would be weird if they approached him- even weirder if he was drunk enough that night not to remember meeting them -and so they got embarrassed at just having the idea and ended up not acting on it.

This as a whole had led them to hiding out in the art room during lunch.

Not that they were alone. While they didn't think they could deal with an excessive amount of people, they still found themselves sitting with Casper, watching the other draw while absentmindedly drumming their fingers on the table in front of them. While they preferred the music room, the art space had its merits, and it was far better than the lunch room would've been. They'd take it.

"You were at that party over the weekend, right?" They questioned after a moment, curious. They were pretty sure Casper had been, but then again, they really hadn't been paying much attention. Between zoning out and being dragged around, they had been a little preoccupied.

 

[cadence]

Frankie Sibanda

Frankie was no stranger to skipping out on school. Honestly, if it hadn't been for Charlie convincing him not to skip the first day, he'd be on the beach by now, surfing the waves and having a jolly old time. He hated school. What was the point anyway? You wake up at the crack ass of dawn and waste most of your days learning stupid shit like how Romeo and Juliet relates to Pyramus and Thisbe and math you'll never use a day in your life. And then, as if school wasn't torturous enough already, they turn around and serve this shit?

"God, you're so brave," Frankie declared, feeding into Charlie's dramatics despite there being truth to his words. It was a relatively simple action, the eating of runny mashed potatoes, and yet Frankie found himself in awe of the raw willpower it must've taken Charlie to force a bite into his mouth. "Get yourself a man who tries the nasty cafeteria food so you don't have to," he said to nobody in particular, forcing himself not to laugh at his boyfriend's obvious discomfort. He gave Charlie's hand a comforting squeeze when he grabbed it, doing his best to be as reassuring as possible. "You don't have to eat it, babe. We'll get something else."

He let go of his hand and dumped the contents of his tray onto Charlie's, stacking their trays together for a quicker disposal. "Do you wanna skip skip or make it back before fifth period?" He asked, giving him the choice because his own preference was obvious. "We could legit go to Olive Garden right now. You know you can't say no all you can eat bread-sticks." Sure, they'd have to drive into the city, but they'd get out school and get a nice, delicious bowl of pasta out of it. A win-win, if he did say so himself.

Interactions: Charlie ( elytra )