Fate, being the forced loner that she was, was sitting at one of the corner tables of the cafeteria. The remains of her lunch (homemade; her mother never gave her money to buy it) were set out in front of her, and her nose was currently buried in a book. Every once in a while she'd look up, eyes nervously darting around the room. She was keeping an eye out for a certain trio of girls, already planning a quick escape if they spotted her.
Other than that, she seemed like your average Fairplay teenager relaxing during her lunch break. Feel free to approach!
Tavros is far too shy to actually approach, but on one of her sweeps around the room she might notice him, a table away, giving her a somewhat strange look.
He just can't shake this disjointed feeling, a sense of deja vu only opposite. He barely knows her, except from seeing her around the school and town, but something about it doesn't seem right all of a sudden.
Indeed she noticed him, and Fate's first instinct was to turn away. But... there was something about him. It wasn't just the fact that he didn't have that certain glint in his eyes that all the school bullies had...
"Um... is something wrong?" She said, just loud enough to be heard over the din of the lunchroom, after a few moments of pondering.
Oh crap, she'd seen him staring. What was he thinking? He averts his eyes, looking embarrassed, and shakes his head. No, nothing's really wrong, just...
Nunnally needed a nice, secluded table to sit at, and all of the others were taken. So it was that she found her way to the one Fate was sitting at.
She really didn't want to sit next to anyone else. That would just be asking for trouble. But today she had no choice. She sat down at the very opposite end of the table from Fate, setting her tray down in front of herself, and tried not to attract attention.
Fate was surprised when she heard the sound of someone sitting in front of her. She looked over the top of her book, curiosity getting the better of her.
She was sure she's seen this girl before... not the weird sense of deja vu she got from the boy in the wheelchair earlier, but she was positive she's seen her around the school once or twice.
"... Hello." It was the first time Fate had initiated a conversation in what seemed like forever, but it didn't seem like it would hurt in this case, so why not?
Nunnally looked up when the other girl spoke to her, just raising her eyes, not her head. "Oh. Um... h-hello," she replied, then looked back to her tray. She fumbled with her little plastic spork, and started in on her lunch.
She didn't mean to be rude. Talking to people just didn't end well for her.
Lash walked around like a predatory animal grinning. She owned this school. Well, not technically, but as far as popular girls went, she had it made.
"Hey nerd. Still buried in your books? What was your name again?" she shrugged, as if she didn't care. "Whatever. I'll just call you blondie." The girls behind her giggled. "What did you make for yourself? Can't be bothered to eat at the cafeteria? Food not good enough for you?"
The best way to deal with bullies, from Fate's experience, was to just ignore them. Sometimes they got mad, yes, but other times they just got bored and left. So that's exactly what Fate did; kept her gaze focused on her book, and tried her best to pretend she didn't hear the giggling group of girls.
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Other than that, she seemed like your average Fairplay teenager relaxing during her lunch break. Feel free to approach!
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He just can't shake this disjointed feeling, a sense of deja vu only opposite. He barely knows her, except from seeing her around the school and town, but something about it doesn't seem right all of a sudden.
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"Um... is something wrong?" She said, just loud enough to be heard over the din of the lunchroom, after a few moments of pondering.
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"...Sorry..."
...probably just having an off day.
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Well, this was... kind of awkward.
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She really didn't want to sit next to anyone else. That would just be asking for trouble. But today she had no choice. She sat down at the very opposite end of the table from Fate, setting her tray down in front of herself, and tried not to attract attention.
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She was sure she's seen this girl before... not the weird sense of deja vu she got from the boy in the wheelchair earlier, but she was positive she's seen her around the school once or twice.
"... Hello." It was the first time Fate had initiated a conversation in what seemed like forever, but it didn't seem like it would hurt in this case, so why not?
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She didn't mean to be rude. Talking to people just didn't end well for her.
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Lash walked around like a predatory animal grinning. She owned this school. Well, not technically, but as far as popular girls went, she had it made.
"Hey nerd. Still buried in your books? What was your name again?" she shrugged, as if she didn't care. "Whatever. I'll just call you blondie." The girls behind her giggled. "What did you make for yourself? Can't be bothered to eat at the cafeteria? Food not good enough for you?"
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And yet something made her snark back to one of them. Everyone laughed uneasily, but stared at her for a moment.
Well, whatever, she got up to grab a bottled water, tossing her long hair behind her carelessly.