Spade Oleander
Creator of Stories
Dya frowned down at her food. "Sometimes I wonder if they actually know what they are feeding us. Seems like slop for pigs. The last place we were at was much better." She said to Dylan, sighing. "You would think they would learn how to make decent food." When she was done, Dya stood from her seat and threw her remains out. Someone looked at her scornfully, but she just smiled. "Sorry, I don't feel too well." She said, holding her stomach a little. The guard looked at her, then pointed her toward the infirmary. When she got there, she noticed that one of the three boys from the fight earlier was leaving. She smiled at him, but it didn't seem like he noticed her. She frowned, then headed into the infirmary. When the guard was gone, she walked back out. "Now... What to do..."
Dylan watched as his sister left the room. He sighed, and quietly finished the rest of the "food" on his plate. He took his plates up to where they were supposed to and left. He didn't know what to do, what the place had to offer yet. So he kinda just walked around for a little. "Figures... " he said, "Nothing to do. Just like everywhere else."
Dylan watched as his sister left the room. He sighed, and quietly finished the rest of the "food" on his plate. He took his plates up to where they were supposed to and left. He didn't know what to do, what the place had to offer yet. So he kinda just walked around for a little. "Figures... " he said, "Nothing to do. Just like everywhere else."