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Post by Kasey Setsuna on Jun 16, 2018 15:38:53 GMT -4
 Afternoon. What time was it? "I should buy one of those wrist clocks." she thought to herself. All she knew, was class was over. She sat in the back of the cafeteria. A few students seemed to be eating as well, others seemed to take their food and leave. Kasey had sat there, mostly waiting for serving time to be over. She had to take out all of the trash, and would clean the tables as needed. If a trouble maker came in and made a mess, she was prepared to wait it out. There was no reason for her to be behind them constantly cleaning. She would wait for other staff to stop them, and when they left she would do her job. She lifted the fork to her mouth, picking up the large piece of the fried chicken. It was not cut or sliced. She took her bite, watching over the students, trying to keep a note of everyone's quirk, as well as who could be a problem. She looked back down at her food, and the several bottles of soda she had left opened around her. They were all different flavors, and she would take a sip of each. All of them, were half empty, or half full depending how you looked at it. She wore her uniformed green cap, the lip facing forward, hiding the horns that she bore. A faded green jumpsuit was her uniform, with her name written on the front in marker. She had gotten the job that morning, and had left her task to one of the female students. She had to find that Miku girl. But that would be for another time. For now, she would rest. ~ 286 ~ |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 16, 2018 20:31:44 GMT -4
After a long day of classes, Vincent often enjoyed taking himself to the cafeteria for a nice meal. He was a growing boy and with all the training he liked to do, making sure he had enough nutrients to continue growing stronger was something very important to him. It was somewhat silly that he was seeing something as mundane as lunch as such a significant part of his growth, but given that Vincent’s entire being was focused on growing stronger, it wouldn’t come as a surprise to most. He didn’t much care for the food of course, as cafeteria food tended to be bland and nutrient deficient. This wasn’t really a problem if he ate enough of it and provided himself with some other supplements of course. The food being free was just an added benefit.
Vincent was still wearing his full school uniform as he walked through the doors of the cafeteria. The place was already bustling with activity, with most of the seats in the room being taken by various cliques of people. As of this point in time, Vincent hadn’t really connected with any of his classmates yet, so he didn’t have any specific clique he was looking to sit with. If anything, he just wanted to find somewhere quiet to scarf down his food and leave, but given how many people were there, it would have been difficult to make that a reality. Regardless of such thoughts, he made his way through the cafeteria line and got his food. It seemed that it was fried chicken day, and Vincent made sure to help himself to as much food as they were willing to give him.
After being given his tray filled with fried chicken, mashed potatoes, green beans, and a cornbread muffin, Vincent scanned the room for a place to sit. Every table he looked at seemed to be filled with groups of unknown students. Just walking up to a table of students he didn’t know and sitting down would draw unnecessary attention to himself and just end up being awkward as hell, so he decided against doing anything like that. He continued to look for a place to sit until his gaze rested upon a table with a single occupant, that being the one green colored uniform in the sea of students.
Vincent wasn’t aware of what that uniform represented, but given that there was little chance of them being a student and since they were alone, he felt as though it would be fine for him to just go over and sit. Making conversation with a lone stranger was a lot easier than just approaching a group of them of course. He made his way over to the woman’s table and sat down across from her, all the while noticing that she was eating fried chicken with a fork, rather than with her hands. What was even more strange was the assortment of different sodas that surrounded her. His bafflement showed on his face as he sat down, but he recovered his neutral and adjusted his glasses before asking “Mind if I sit here?” He still was a bit bewildered about the weird green uniformed girl with pink hair surrounded by an assortment of different sodas, but given the world he lived in, there were stranger things for sure. If he was going to sit there, he might as well try to be polite make acquaintances right?
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Post by Kasey Setsuna on Jun 17, 2018 11:44:22 GMT -4
She should have brought her own lunch. The school lunches were free to her however, as it was the benefit of being staff. To being a janitor, so was the garbage. She didn't mind the poor quality of food, as she had lived a life with food absent from her life. Even trash, was acceptable in her diet. If it was something to be consumed, she would eat it. It didn't matter how much she had, or how much she could have. She did not pass up any chance to feed herself. She could have a whole buffet waiting for her, and she would still collect food from the cafeteria trashcans. It wasn't long until a student made their way to her table. Perhaps he was a strange kid, one that didn't have friends. Maybe he was a weirdo no one liked, so he talked to the adults to feel as if he was one of them. Like someone who didn't belong. Maybe she would have to be nice to the kid, and hope that when he burned the school down, she would at least get a text to not come into work the next day. Yes. That was the kind of kind he must be. He asked for a seat and she would nod, allowing him to do so. She would take another large bite of the chicken, leaving no meat for the fork to hold up, allowing it to fall back onto the plate she had. She still held up the fork in her hand, as if it was still there. With her left hand, she lifted a drink to her lips, finishing it. "Well that's one cream soda . . . five more to go." the voice spoke to her. Even he thought it was strange, and he had observed this behavior her entire life. "You just gonna eat that, with no drink?" she asked, looking at his tray from the corner of her eyes. He certainly was a strange one. She made a note to remember his face. If he came to school in a trench coat, she was going to go home early that day. Not even she would want to clean up the mess he would make. ~ 373 ~ |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2018 18:48:16 GMT -4
Graded. Results:
Y'all got a slight deduction for killing a thread. Murderers.
kthxbai
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