Eating is Good, puking is bad

[ayen]

Food is good. Who in their right mind would say no to food? Maybe the crappy stuff they say is good for you, which is a stone cold lie! How can anything that’s good for you taste so darn awful! That just what they say to get you to eat it so they can watch you make funny faces while you’re tasting the foul taste of the stupid food. The food you want got fat in it, but it’s yummy and good and taste great! And it’s all here in the—!

Oh who am I trying to kid it’s the cafeteria the food here is terrible. Ayen steps in now standing behind a long line of students getting their food. He sighed as he wonder what strange, suspicious looking food will be put on his plate this time. How could they even call it food? That’s the grand question. Hopefully it won’t end like the last time which cursed poor Ayen to receiving the worst of the worst, if that was even possible. This line seems shorter so maybe, just maybe he get something that looks decent.

He was now in front of the food and got some strange, looking, green stuff on his plate before he moved ahead. His eyes just stared at it as if it were a car wreck that you just couldn’t look away from.
“Who the hell cooks this crap? Oh I know some evil soulless human being that makes the most horrible food in the world and gives it to young children. Yes we’ll call him... Mr. Food Killer! Yes because this, this is not food. No... This is what food eats! Yes... No—! This is what the food that is eaten by the food, that eats—! Okay I just confused myself with that sentence. You know what Ayen, you’re thinking too much. Just stop thinking. No more thinking!”

He set himself down on a empty table, wanting some time to himself for the moment, though he wouldn’t mind if someone wanted to sit next to him while he tried to figure out what he was looking at on his plate. And if it was safe to eat. He looked around noticing some people taking out their duel monster card. Did anyone use their lunch hour for food anymore? Yes he loved the game but food was needed. Unless you could eat cards it’s just a lunch hour wasted. He hasn’t had a reason to play the game for so long, but yet he always carried his deck around, like a security blanket almost. Wow that sounded lame. He took his chop sticks and picked up a piece of his food and ate it.
“Well I be damn this isn’t half bad... Still doesn’t beat rice. And ramen. Mmm, ramen.”

[Senna Rylee]

Senna allowed a soft sigh to escape her as she leaned against a wall in the cafeteria, clearly exasperated with being among so many idiots that were about her own age. She munched diligently on an apple as she scanned the area, taking in the mass majority of people either deep in excited conversation or fiddling around with duel monsters cards. She pondered that for a moment. She was never much for duelling, though she did have her own deck. And as she considered that, she pulled out a card of her own, and stared at the card, “The End of Anubis” staring back at her. She held it slightly away from her, reading it and taking in the words. A fiend…was that really fitting?

She sighed again, pocketing the card away in a safe place inside the black cotton trench coat she wore when class wasn’t on, taking another bite of her green apple. She never ate much at lunch, and used it simply as a time to snack on fruit, whether it be those weird fruits she would eat that her father brought for her at her home (Senna lived alone, now, and struggled to make that work), or something simple like the apple she had now or a banana. She watched in disgust at the cafeteria-served food the other students ate, couldn’t fathom some of the things they were putting into their systems.

Yuck.

She pushed herself forward, getting off of the wall and moving along the rows of tables and the swarms of other students. She couldn’t help touching some of them, if only to move them aside lightly, but she wanted to try and get a drink of some sort. Perhaps bottled water or a can of fruit juice. She entered into the line-up, certainly not pleased with having to move through it for something as simple as that. She considered running to a vending machine, but thought against it. Whatever. She was already in the line, might as well go through with it. Besides, it seemed to be thinning quickly as more and more students settled themselves throughout the lunch room. As she got closer to being able to grab and pay, she noticed the green stuff being placed on some of the plates. Now that was really gross. Once again, she was very glad her eating habits were so simplistic and rather healthy, and that food like that scared her off.

Grabbing a simple bottle of water, not bothering to figure out what kind of fruit juice she would want, she exited the line. Deciding she’d rather sit down than lean against any more walls. She stared out at the rest of the cafeteria, looking for an empty table. Damn, they’d filled up fast. She considered where to sit, which group to ask if she could join. While little social graces like that weren’t unknown to her, she preferred not to use them, but she expected that she’d be forced to be polite if she wanted a seat. There were plenty of tables filled with people playing duel monsters, but none of them interested her. She didn’t want to be invited into a duel, or asked anything about that topic.

Her eyes dragged toward a table that was empty aside from one boy. That may have to suit her for the moment, even though it disgusted her. God, teenage boys could be very exasperating. Not nearly as exasperating as teenaged girls, but neither of those two groups thrilled her. She wondered why she bothered coming to school, home schooling would suit her just fine.

She shook her head, making her way over with long steps on long legs, brushing a piece of thread off of her dark-wash blue jeans. Where the heck did these things come from, anyway? She wasn’t looking forward to asking if she could join him, especially knowing that she had not met the boy before. She pushed back her red hair with both hands, still holding the water bottle that was wet with condensation.

“Erm…” she paused as she looked at him, he appeared to be examining that awful food. “Can I sit here?” She mustered up a polite tone that sounded only slightly fake. Great…people. She just couldn’t avoid them.

[Shane Kay Alexander]

Lunch...

Many people would have called this one of the best times in the school day, as it got them out of class for a little bit and got them into a grope with their friends where they could happily exchange Duel Monster Cards and gossip about what was going on around the school. It seemed like the perfect life style for just about any teenager who had any interest whatsoever in what was going on around them with their classmates and perhaps future boyfriends. But the fact that even in High School, people were still idolizing the hottest football player, or a football player was drooling over some crazy cheerleader, and then the rest of the school was left to exchange Duel Monster cards seemed a bit childish.

But even to one Shane Kay Alexander, hence forth known simply as Shane, who did enjoy the simple pleasures such as taking the time to review her own deck, as well as trade some of her cards with some of the other students, she just couldn't fathom why some people enjoyed just dreaming about their future husbands or wives. She couldn't wrap her mind around why anyone would enjoy dreaming about something that was undoable never going to happen in the first place. But all the same, any given person could have asked the same of her when it came to Duel Monsters. The fact that she was playing a game that probably was better left for the Middle School kids was something anyone could question. But none of them would really understand it.

Having patiently waited for the lunch bell to ring, Shane could no longer wait until she got into the cafeteria. Though, because she had to stop at her locker to grab her own lunch - which was a whole lot better then eating the schools food - she knew that by the time she entered the cafeteria, it would be full to the max with teens of all kinds shoving their way through the line, or trying to find an empty seat within the cafeteria where they could quickly eat their food as well as trade some of their cards. This was to be expected on a normal basis, and so Shane didn't bother to rush down the hallway to the cafeteria, already knowing doing so would do her know good.

Instead, Shane paced herself, just enough that by the time she got into the cafeteria, the line of people waiting, or the line at the door waiting to gain entrance would no longer exist. Of course, this usually meant she had to hunt down a table with at least one chair for herself, but this didn't seem to bother her as much as it probably should have on this particular day. The fact that she was in a relatively good mood that afternoon, and the fact that she only had a few classes left, which consisted of Art and Literature - two of her favorite classes - had made the day even better. There was nothing that could drop her mood, even if she did have to search for an empty space to sit down at.

Pushing open the double doors (though pushing both of them wasn't really necessary, rather something she felt like doing) Shane entered into the usual hustle and bustle life that was of the school cafeteria. Her sea-green eyes stared around the room in mild amusement as she found the usual group of teens. The fact that for one-hundred and eighty days for four years on end that Shane was forced to attend school with them, it amazed her the slightest how any of them could even begin to call themselves High Schoolers. Judging by the way they acted within the limits of the cafeteria, and within their own groups of friends, Shane wouldn't have thought the majority of them belonged in High School. But that wasn't her problem at the moment.

Still, she continued to scan the room for an empty space in which she could occupy for the duration of her lunch period, though so far she was coming up empty handed. Letting a soft sigh escape her lips, Shane pushed herself forward, psuhing past groups of people who instead of sitting down anywhere had opted to stand dead center for the aisles as she tried to walk down them to try to find an empty place. It was perhaps the one thing that bothered her about teens now was the fact that if they stood around to do something, it always had to be in the center of something, forcing everyone else to walk around them. As though they couldn't stand off to the side somewhere and continue their conversation. Of course this was bound to anger Shane to the slightest degree, but she didn't allow this to be any reason to get angry. She was determined to have a good day, and nothing seemed to be able to ruin that.

Finding her options of seats very scarce at the moment, Shane was just about to give up in her search and just pull up a piece of the floor to enjoy her lunch on. Though as she turned and scanned the area again, she found her gaze land on a girl who had just walked out of the line with a bottle of water and had walked over to a seemingly empty table where a lone boy sat. Allowing a slight smile to grace her features, Shane stalked over to the two of them. Coming close enough, she could just make out the girl asking whether she could sit down in one of the unoccupied chairs that filled the table. Following suit, Shane stood next to the girl, pushing a strand of her dark brown hair out of her sea-green eyes before bringing her gaze to rest on the boy in front of her.

The boy seemed a bit preoccupied with examining what was supposed to be his lunch, though it looked to be slightly green and looked very unsafe to eat. All the same, it was food. And food was food no matter what. It was lucky for her though that she had decided to play it safe that year and decided to make her own lunch to bring to school.

After a moment, Shane ventured to ask, "Would you mind if I joined you as well?" despite her shyness that seemed to sprout on occasions, Shane had managed to make it sound polite, "Every other table is full." she added.

[ayen]

Classic Western music played throughout Ayen’s own mind as he had a classic stare down with the food. Debating if he should take another bite or just let it sit and throw it out somewhere when no one was looking. He could challenge someone to a duel to pass the time that would pass when eating. But before Ayen could do anything he looked up to see a girl asking if she could join him. Well this was odd, odd indeed. Hardly anyone around here ever asked to join the table. Especially a girl! Has he enter into the Twlight Zone? The outer limits—!? Wait, you probably have no idea what I’m talking about.

Before he could answer the one girl another girl came up asking the same thing. Now it was TWO girls! This never happened before. Lighting doesn’t strike twice in the same place my blond headed, green eyed butt! Ayen looked around, it really was all full up. Not a single seat left bar his own chairs. He looked back to the girls and smiled politely.
“Sure.”
All right, now was the time to be polite, just be yourself. You’d never been rude before when you been yourself. Minus that one time with the other blond male Joey but that’s different. He started it. Yes, be yourself, be nice. Or if all else fail don’t be yourself. Be a character that would be nice, smart, and not make a total butt hole of himself in front of two girls. Yes that should work, that should work just fine.

“Sure I don’t mind at all, always good to have some company. While I try to figure out... what exactly... this thing on my plate is,” he said looking back down to his food. Wondering why he didn’t pack his own lunch at home and bring it to him here to eat like a lot of kids did these days. Baka! Baka! Baka! Baka! Yes indeed, what a baka.
“I’m Ayen Matthews by the way.”

[Senna Rylee]

Senna looked toward the other girl that had come up to join them. She watched her carefully in her naturally wary fashion, feeling now slightly uncomfortable. Great, more people. And this time it was a girl. Senna didn’t mean anything by that comment, really, but she never seemed to get along with people her age, especially girls. But whatever.

And this girl wanted to sit at the same table, too. Senna couldn’t really say anything against that, after all it was obviously only because the other tables were filled. It beat sitting on the floor somewhere. That just looked undignified. She couldn’t imagine allowing herself to sit on the floor, unless it happened to be with a group of friends she happened to be close with. But for Senna that was unlikely to happen. She just wasn’t social enough for such things as a group of friends, as she’d much rather be off doing other things than chattering away about pointless things. She just failed to see the good in that, and that was probably why she was so stressed out all the time. She never allowed herself to just “chill” and focus on things that maybe weren’t so important, but worth the effort of putting time into discussing them, just for the purpose of relaxing.

Senna stared at the boy, watching the girl carefully, hazel eyes narrowed and unfriendly, although that was the way she kept her eyes. It was just a habit she’d developed over time; she didn’t purposely mean to look so threatening sometimes, although only a few people thought of her that way. Most people went with the word Senna would use: simply unfriendly. It was only wimps who thought she looked threatening when she had no intention of seeming that way.

Senna considered the girl, uncertain if she recognized her or not? Did they share any classes together? Senna was fairly sure that this would be a first-time meeting for her and the boy, but with some girls Senna was never certain. She had a tendency to space out during her classes, either because she was tired or because she found the class too easy. So she couldn’t be expected to remember people, although whenever she went up to ask a classmate a question outside of class…well, let’s just say that it was usually the wrong person. Even she was surprised she was maintaining her high grades, without any thoughts or efforts going toward cheating (no, cheating wasn’t beneath her). In fact, now that she thought of it, the year was going by rather well for her. Hell, it beat last year by a long shot.

Senna’s mood improved instantly, and she managed to ease the tension swarming through her body, relaxing herself a tiny bit. She was surrounded by people all the time. A little lunch with two probable strangers wouldn’t hurt anything at all. And she only had water this time. All she had to do was sit there and drink, nod and make like she agreed if a conversation came up, and offer little going-ons of her day if worse came to worst. It couldn’t be that bad. She’d managed small talk on several occasions, although that had been for her own purposes. Perhaps she could sway this situation in her favour. Perhaps these two students would prove useful someday. Ah, yes. Thoughts like these always made her feel better inside.

Senna managed a weak smile toward the girl, a form of greeting that she rarely used towards others she hadn’t already established some kind of slightly positive social foundation with. She’d make this lunch work out well even if fate refused to allow it to come to her easily. Oh yes she would. Nothing defeated her when she set her mind to it. Now she had a mission, and she was determined to see it through.

Senna realized the boy was speaking. Okay, he seemed polite enough, not an unfriendly moron who was going to attempt to push her away. That was good, because if he’d tried anything like that she’d see to it that he regretted it very quickly. Why she had expected a negative reaction to the forced politeness in her request was beyond her, but she was used to being surprised by people. Perhaps her problem was that she was always looking to start some kind of a fight over nothing.

So he had a sense of humour, too?! Wow, perhaps the lunch was going to go well. Senna found she reacted positively to humour, so she allowed a tentative grin to spread across her features. She placed the bottle of water on the table in front of her chosen seat.

“I’m Senna Rylee,” She offered, sill uncertain at that moment. “And thanks, Ayen!” She continued, perhaps a tad too uncharacteristically cheerful for her. At that, she grabbed the top part of the chair’s backing, pulled out lazily and swiftly, and sat down, swinging her leg over it slightly and pulled it in to the table. She leaned back slightly, allowing her posture to become carefree and calm as she grabbed the water bottle again, careful not to let the wetness slip in her hands, and unscrewed the lid, taking a deep drink as she eyed his awkward food, now considering her words. Okay, that part might have seemed a bit socially uneasy…

“Yeah…” she continued to look at his food, speaking in an ‘I-can’t-believe-it-tone’. “What the hell is that, anyway?” Eww…she still couldn’t believe he was willing to eat that. She’d honestly rather starve, and knew that if she was actually starving she still wouldn’t bring herself to touch that disgusting looking food. It belonged in the garbage, where she knew it would fit right in among all the other mouldy little goodies in the landfill. She almost wished she had food to offer him so that he wouldn’t have to endeavour into risking his stomach’s good health. But he was the one who hadn’t brought some food of his own. Heck, if she wanted to take a risk and try the cafeteria food for some reason, she’d bring along an emergency bagged lunch.

“Can you believe they serve this stuff to us?” She rolled her eyes at nothing, making an effort to be conversational and friendly, and she looked at both the boy and the girl as she spoke. “I mean, really…” She still couldn’t believe schools could seem so unhealthy, even though the food, logically, probably wasn’t as bad for someone as it appeared.

[Shane Kay Alexander]

Perhaps it had been the fact that Shane found herself introduced to two complete strangers, and the fact that neither of them had seen her before that had caused the sudden mood in Shane to change, not too drastic, but enough that she would want to be wary of these two strangers. The fact that she was trying to make a first impression on them wasn't helping her, in fact it could have been hurting her. She wasn't too good with first impressions, but she managed to survive most of the time and ended up with some new friends along the way. Maybe this wouldn't be any different. If she could get lucky just once, perhaps this would be that moment. The moment she could add two new friends to her list.

Her blue-green eyes traveled over toward the girl, who stood next to her behind her designated chair as she waited for the boy to answer whether she may sit down. Though the look she found radiating from this girl didn't seem so different from what Shane felt at the moment. Being that they were complete strangers to one another, it was expected that on first glance they would be wary of one another. This was something that Shane had calculated before hand, though she hadn't thought it would play this huge of a role into the scene. In fact, she had half expected that it wouldn't be so noticeable by any of them that the other was cautious of them. But the fact that this didn't seem to be the case had proved her wrong.

Still though, all of the other tables were full, if not overflowing with people trying to find any space open in which they could eat their lunch instead of having to sit down on the floor. Though, quite a few people didn't seem bothered by doing just this, but there were others who were literally hunting for any avaibible space, even if it was a small space that they could set their food down on. And the fact that Shane had managed to find a table was rather amazing, even to her. She wouldn't allow her wariness or anyone eleses get in the way of the fact that she had finally found a table. Even if they didn't end up becoming friends, it wouldn't be as though she had lost anything. The fact that she would have been able to gain something from the experience with new people, and at least know two other people within the school by name, that would have a major effect on her. The fact that they may or may not get along would not bother her in the slightest.

Still though, what had possessed her enough to force her to find her own table instead of hunting down a few friends within the cafeteria? Perhaps it had been something in the back of her mind that said that just this once she needed to find a different table. Find a different group of people to talk to. As though she needed some sort of change. And maybe this wasn't at all far from the truth. But the fact that she was actually willing to risk meeting up with new people said a great deal, in Shane's eyes at least. So maybe, if she could get lucky, this would turn out to be a far better lunch period then what she was expecting at the moment. Only time would tell of course.

Allowing her thoughts to wander a way from her for the time being, Shane turned her gaze back to the only girl that was there. Despite her wariness of Shane, the girl managed a smile of sorts at her. A friendly gesture. Shane returned the smile, though was unable to say anything as the boy spoke up, inviting them to sit with him.

Her sea green eyes turned back to the boy, and Shane gave him a small smile, almost as a form of greeting. Though as her gaze had flicked back to him for that one moment, Shane found something else swimming in his eyes. Surprise? Could he have been surprised by the fact that the two girls were willing to sit with him? Or was it the fact that he hadn't heard them approach him as he had been too preoccupied by the food he had been attempting to eat previously. Either one were likely possibilities, but it wasn't something Shane wanted to dwell on. She was determined by almost any sense of the word to have a good lunch, even if that did mean sitting with two perfect strangers.

Having found the other girl had sat down already, Shane had to give one slow and long blink, allowing her eyes to close for a second before opening them again. As her thoughts cleared once again, she found she'd sat her bagged lunch down on the table before pushing the chair out from the table. She took a seat and for a moment found herself torn between just enjoying her lunch in silence, or actually starting up a conversation. Though which one of these would be the lesser evils was unknown to Shane for the time being. But she was glad when the boy announced himself as Ayen Matthews. She smiled at him as he stated his own name, and only after the girl had introduced herself as one Senna Rylee did Shane smile at her before saying, "I'm Shane. Shane Kay Alexander."

She was surprised only momentarily by the fact that she hadn't froze up in trying to introduce herself. The fact that she had sounded confident that it was in fact her name, and the fact that she'd managed to state her name without thinking this was perhaps the worse thing she'd managed to do all year hadn't popped up, she was mildly surprised. It wasn't too difficult for her to get lost into her own thoughts, and usually these thoughts would randomly show up, even at the least expected time. But the fact that she had kept her other thoughts at bay had seemed to be enough for her.

As she pulled her own lunch out of her bag: A peanut butter and jelly sandwich, a bag of chips, a juice of sorts, and for a snack two chocolate chip cookies; the other two seemed to be discussing the choice of food that the school decided to give them.

"What is it today? Mystery...greens?" she raised an eyebrow, as though to question what it was the boy was trying to eat. "Be careful, Ayen." she said as she continued staring at the green...thing. "I think I just saw it move."

She smiled jokingly as she looked back up Ayen and Senna. Perhaps this wouldn't be such a huge train wreck as what Shane had expected originally.

[ayen]

It would seem that when you got lost in thought the seconds that go by seems like hours as you feel like you been standing there staring at the other person making them feel uneasy when barely ten seconds has gone by. After hearing the other comments about the food he stabbed it with the chop stick. That right yield to thy chop stick of doom evil yucky food looking thing. Bleed! Bleed! He almost wanted it to bleed too. It’d be the most awesome and disgusting thing he’d ever seen. But it would be great to stand up and shout that his food was bleeding. Camera moment for sure.

“They serve this to us in an attempt to take us all out. Yes indeed, they make the food so gross just to mock you but they know that most of kids will eat it because they’re hungry, yes... They know we’re the future and they’re plotting to rid of us all so they can keep control of the world starting with this town!” he said in a half serious, half joking, half paranoid tone of voice. “Ack I think it’s bleeding—! No wait, it isn’t. Nice to meet you two.”

Yeah that might freak them out, if not just make them blink blankly at him. His random outbursts can be taken as two things. Funny, or insane. So he’ll either turn into a comedian or get his arse thrown into a loony bin for the rest of his life with his uncle visiting perhaps once every month. Or two months. Depends how well one wants to talk to a crazy person ya know.

“I’m not risking it. I don’t want to find out what it will do when it travel the daily path that is the inside of my body from mouth to tummy. That’s it I’m going to take a big piece of paper and hang it on my bedroom wall saying “bring your own lunch” and well if I forget to do it then, I’ll go to the eye doctor because chances are I’ll need glasses for not seeing big red ink words as I will be sure to write it in big words in red ink....... Uh........What’s up?” he then asked looking up to the ceiling as he asked the question. Expecting for someone to come back with the ceiling as the answer for some reason. It what he’d do if he were asked the question.