Cafeteria - Tables

[Sadei_Stone]

RP  

[Scytheress]

It was still early in the day for anyone to be eating such a hardy meal like the brunette at the far end of the cafe. She had a full platter of hot cakes, hash browns, sausages, bacon, and eggs. Quite a delectible sight to be sure, and this woman was simply scarfing it all down without a second thought. Well, until she reached for her glass and found it much lighter than she would have liked. The ladies behind the counter were watching her and covered there mouth to hide their giggles as the woman at the table looked around desparately for some kind of drink. The workers though already had a glass of water waiting on the back counter for her when she came running over, which she promptly did. Glass in had, the girl in loose overalls and a half-zipped grey jumpsuit nearly doubled herself over the counter as she reached her empty glass out to the chuckling women. The cafe workers were startled by the flamboyent act and jumped back but quickly took the emply cup and replaced it with the one of water. The girl straightened quickly and guzzled down the contents, finishing with a satisfied gasp of air.

By the time she was done with the water one of the women had come back with a refill of her orange-juice and set it on the counter. "Now now dear, you should really eat slower and pace yourself." "That's right Rachel, what would your students think when they found out their invincible teacher was taken out by a pancake?" The workers had another laugh as the girl scratched her head. "I know I know, but y'all's cooking is just so good!" 'Thank you's were exchanged around the group and Rachel finally returned to her cooling meal with a new beverage. Despite the warnings, Rachel was digging in again with the same, if not more, fervor.  

[Sadei_Stone]

Leon had bin on paper work all day and now decided to take a stroll through his Garden. He felt the quiet of it all from the lack of students and he was a little down from this. The Garden wasn't placed in exactly the finest place tho. He sometimes wondered why it was there at all. But no matter. Leon had something small to laugh about. Kevin training students. He felt pity for the students. But Leon made a mental note to sit in on some classes just so he could watch Kevin force himself from killing students.

He pulled up his display pad and was reading through who was teaching what and realized that he had assigned himself to teach weaponry. From exotic to the To-Heavy-to-handle weapons. He thought of what different types students would want to master. Leon had seen and mastered most weapons and would enjoy this class. As long as the students actually chose weapons that suited them.

He now walked into the Cafe and walked over simply walking through the line and adding everything to his plate. He took no notice to anyone for he was still stuck to his digital note pad. He clicked through notes and wandered himself down to a seat and began to slowly eat his food.  

[Scytheress]

Rachel was still woofing down her food when the Headmaster came into the Cafe. His nose in some file or other as usual, but certainly he'd come sit with her because after all she was the only persoon in there eating at the time. It wasn't like they were complete strangers or anything. Yet some how after all these years it still suprised her to see him sit down by himself as he continued to review his documents. Rachel lookedto the empty seat to her left, then to the one to her right, then finally to the one across from her before, fork still in mouth, she got up with her tray and scampered over to the other table and plopped back down next to Leon. She withdrew the utensil from her mouth and seemed like she was about to say hello but instead just shoveled another bite into her mouth. As she chewed she pulled her left leg up across her right so her purple-slippered foot could be seen bouncing under the table and this rattled the ever-present toolbelt around her waist. After she swallowed though she managed to pause her appetite for a brief moment to speak.

"Hey Leon, whatcha lookin' over now?"

The mechanic took a small bite of the scrambled eggs and leaned back in the stiff plastic cafe chair, waiting for her chance to berate him again for not paying any attention to what was going on around him. Each time she did though she knew she was lying. Rachel had a very good understanding of how the Headmaster worked and he was probably anything but inattentive.  

[Daring Nik]

He was oddly upbeat on this fine day. Through the long hallways, tall and small, he twirled like a ballerina silently practicing for a nighttime performance. In truth, the small young man named Zairen felt like a faerie inside a ring of mushrooms. At this revelation, he began to contemplate whether or not the world saw him as gay. His boot hit the ground a bit too hard and it sent his small body flailing towards the ground. He made a not too graceful thump. Zairen, though in pain, punched the ground with his fist in idoicy to verify his current state. Yes, he had fallen. Quite unlike his natural assassin grace. He rose with an air of white hot anger and stomped off with no more twirls and leaps. The man felt pretty darn sure that he was not gay.

His misadventures brought him to the cafe where his anger melted away at the smell of food. Quite the bipolar master, he tiptoed in to avoid any odd looks. His black coat trailed behind him without any audible rustle, his rubber soled boots made not a squeak or scratch at the floor. His eyes didn't even blink as he disappeared behind pole after table after chair to make his way to the food. It was a game to him. Every morning, he rose and wandered the halls with no purpose. Every morning, he found himself in the cafe, sneaking around in hopes of breakfest. At the same time, it always startled the cooks when he seemingly appeared out of nowhere for his morning biscut. With a twisted grin, he entered the breakfest buffet line ducking from the cooks view. Zairen could feel it, one of them was determined to catch him as the biscut stealer. The cooks was watching the biscut pile with cold, keen eyes, just daring Zairen to pop up and take one. The smiling young man decided that he would rather have some strawberries today. The cook remained set on the pile of hot, crispy biscuts. She did not notice a ladle dip into the pot of strawberries. She didn't even notice a cloaked figure duck behind her, but she did feel a a small tickle on her ankle like a bug crawling up his pant leg. While she danced like a loon to escape the insect, Zairen waved to her with a bowl of strawberries and biscut in hand.

He settled himself on the table top, refusing to use to chairs to seat his rear. A strawberry was en route to his mouth when he caught sight of the Headmaster reviewing something important just a few tables away. The natural born spy felt slightly awkward in the presence of such a man, one whom he felt hated his guts. Whether it be paranoia or truth, Zairen did not know. He ate his strawberry and lowered his gaze slowly. Had he awoke in a more angered mood this morning, he would have left the cafe with his food untouched. But, this morning, his stomach would not shut up.

 

[Electrically]

"Really impressive, Otis," Meena murmured as she passed the boy by, beelining for the buffet line. She always had the same menu for breakfast: a couple of apples, a short stack of pancakes, an omelet, tea... What she REALLY wanted was some croissants and hot chocolate, but she knew those wouldn't be enough to keep her at peak form.

She muttered a quick "thank you" and sat by herself at a table in the corner. Just me and Zairen so far? ...Oh... Ms. Geeste and the Headmaster are here, too. She sighed. It's so empty...  

[Sadei_Stone]

Leon continued to eat his food and read on his documents. He now had just pulled up the new students sheet to see what they will be doing. Two students. Two thousand more papers to sign. He knew exactly when Rachael sat down and had perfect attentiveness to his surroundings. He needed to for what his past was like. But he knew Rachael had probably learned more about him than even he knew.

When she asked her question Leon simply continued reading and brought up a new for on his pad that reminded him.

"My car needs to be fixed."

He wasn't much for chatter on his busy days and he also knew that she had to think of her speech on what to say to the students before the test. he was sure they'd all pass but none the less...There always has to be at least one bad apple.

Leon wrote a couple more notes down and noticed 2 new faces to him entering the Cafe. He watched the little escapade that was done and hoped that the student would but as much effort into getting his food into his homework and training.

The other student didn't seem to show much of herself as a person so Leon would wait to pass his personal judgement on her.  

[Scytheress]

His car... that's all he could say? Rachel stopped mid-chew and narrowed her eyes at the Headmaster as she leaned towards him, propping her elbow on the arm of the chair. With her fork she gestured at the man while words failed to come from her lips and she resumed devouring the last bits of eggs. Once she swallowed he waving of the utensil moved in time with her speech, emphasizing the more important aspects.

"You and I need to have a talk later in your office about your conduct Mr. Alexandre. Can you schedule maybe five o'clock? Before dinner? I'll assess you then and see if we'll need another conference afterwards."

Rachel sat back again, stabbed a mini-sausage and thrust it in her mouth. This time her chewing was much more angered, like she wanted to annihilate the poor meat product and turn it into absolute mush. But as she tore into the link her expression softened and suddenly turned to shock. He wrecked his car??? Rachel bolted up, knocking her chair backwards onto the floor and grabbed her glass of orange-juice when she realized she was about to choke on the sausage from her brash movement. After setting the glass back down she looked imploringly at Leon for the reasons.

"Your car needs to be fixed? What the heck did you do to it? I built that car! How could you possibly wreck that precious piece of machinery? My Cadets -JUST- waxed that puppy! I'd pray that the only problem with it was some internal mechanism or something possibly even with the drive train but I designed that sucker and there's no way any problem would be the car's fault! Which means..." Rachel's voice dropped in tone with the last few words, her face becoming almost malicious as she gave Leon an evil look. However, just as she was getting ready to finish her eyes widened into one of the cutest faces around campus. "Can I pleeeeeeease fix it for youuuuuu?" Her rear-end wagged in anticipation, wanting to work on that delightful work of art that she created. "Pleeease, oh please oh please oh pleeeeease!?"  

[Electrically]

How could he have wrecked his car? Meena wondered, savoring a bite of pancake. There really isn't anywhere to GO around here. This academy is so weird...  

[Sadei_Stone]

"5 O'clock...Scheduled."

Leon quickly tapped away at his notepad still taking his time before answering. He then thought of what it would take her to fix that bucket of bolts. It coulden't take one mountain side jump! He simply continued to sit there and listen to her begging. He had a tiny smirk appear and then decided to rephrase what he had said before.

"Actually from the damage I think you may need to build a new one all together. Make it more ready for this region."

He now finished his plate and decided to get up and go. He walked towards the exit and whistled to the nearest Garden staff.

"Get Warken."

The staff person looked at Leon with a look of anger then sighed.

Yes sir!

Before the staff member even left to get "Warken" A chocobo ran up to Leon with a silver collar stating "Warken".

Leon grinned and pet the chocobo and leaped onto it. With a loud "WARK!" Leon rode of leaving scratch marks on the ground for the staff to clean.  

[Electrically]

Meena nearly fell out of her seat as she witnessed the Headmaster's sudden escape-by-chocobo. This place is a looney bin... she concluded, finishing her omelet. Bunch of nutbars.  

[Scytheress]

"Actually from the damage I think you may need to build a new one all together..."

Rachel's eye twitched noticably as her furitive wagging suddenly stopped. What on earth did he do to that car!? Her high brown ponytail slipped over her shoulder as she straightened, her mouth slightly agape as a stream of possible emotions raced through her mind: sadness at the loss of a great car, glee to be building another, or rage at Leon for making her do all this work and tossing her previous machine off... Rachel's eyes got a little wider as this particular thought reached her. Her fisted hands began to shake and she focused her sight on Leon, well rather his seat because by this time he had gotten up and was already calling for his chocobo!

The mechanic scrambled over the table rather than around it in her pursuit of the man, flailing clumsilly in her attempt but never knocking over a single dish or moving one out of place. She ran and skid into a wide stance just behind Warken as he sped off, raising her right fist into the air as her voice rang out, "Leon Cornelius Alexandre! You took that car moutain jumping didn't you!!??!?? I told you to use the G8 Model!! That car was for all-terrain business! BUSINESS!! Not pleasure riding!! Agh!" Rachel stomped her foot and made her tool belt jingle loudly. With another huff she turned, running her hand through her bouncing bangs as she tried to calm herself down.

"That's the third car he's wrecked... rawr... I've gotta make a feasible hybrid model soon..." The woman mumbled to herself on her way back to the table where she saw both her and Leon's plates still sitting. She was beginning to look drained after her out-burst and her hand was trailing back down her cheek from playing in her hair when she stopped at the table-edge. Her drowsy-looking eyes blinked twice as she took in the scene. Her tray...His tray... ...Her...No him... ... Her cheeks flushed red again and she grit her teeth. "Leeeeooooon" His name came out only as an animalistic growl.

A loud whistle reverberated through the cafe when Rachel put two fingers to her lips and soon came a running clank of metal down the hall. A large cat-like creation of metal clattered into the cafe, earning another disapproving look from the staff due to the slight gouges the cat's claws left in the tiles. The creature was Locke, the project Rachel had created that earned her the recognition of a few of the S ranked SeeDs that put in requests on her behalf to make her a SeeD of their level. She'd been tinkering with its programming ever since to keep it in tip-top shape and her faithful companion. "You know what to do, Locke. Go get 'em!" Locke took off after Warken and Leon but they had nothing to fear. Locke wouldn't injure a fly. It was Rachel they had to worry about when she caught up.

Rachel gathered up the two trays and set them neatly on the used-dished counter, nodding now cheerfully to the staff as she turned and ambled out of the cafe to hopefully find Leon and Warken being circled by her chrome pet.  

[Electrically]

Meena raised an eyebrow again. Yup, definitely off their rockers... She bit into her apple, and sudden revelation came over her. All-terrain vehicles, eh? She leaned back in her seat, smiling mischievously. That might be worth looking into... A joyride would certainly cheer me up... Or so I hope... With that, she finished her apple, pocketed the leftovers, and left her trays with the servers. She kept her hands rested behind her head as she headed for the exit, singing a little diddy in her head about a pirate.  

[Tara Kikuta]

Tara walked into the cafe after I giant metal cat which had raised her curiosity about the place a few notches. As she reached the door all she could hear were loud crashes and one name beying repeated a few times. Leon or Leon Cornelius Alexandre. This name rang a bell in her mind. Wasn't he the headmaster or what he's called here? How could he possibly be getting into trouble? it was all wiered to her. When she walked in from behind the cat she made sure to creep her way away from the creature incase it thought her to be the enemy instead of Leon. She took a seat at a table, some far distance away from Leon, Rachel and the cat.  

[Daring Nik]

He tried not to. He really and truly did but it was inevitable with all that noise. He looked up to watch the events unfold. Slipping in and out of conciousness, he saw a yellow bird morph into a cat then a person then what looked like an elephant. Knowing what he just saw was a product of his sleepiness and temporay ADD, he decided that it would be best for him to ignore what his eyes told him. Once again, his full attention was turned to his strawberries. Somewhere, he heard a cook cursing his name. He whisled in her general direction and waved a stolen coffee pot above his head, still filled with warmed black brew. She screamed in anguish and bolted towards him to reclaim her morning. Determined not to let her have a drop of the goodness, he yelped a fancy curse word and took off for the door. He just barely missed running into a girl he had never before seen on his way out the doors.
"So sorry, miss! Have a nice day!" he tried to manage out his mouth as he careened down the hall. The cook, equally determined to get every last ounce of the caffinee in her system, skidded after him. He, the small slender young man, held a noticeable gap between them. But, slowly, she closed in. Ever so carefully, she taxed her strength until the very end when the very hairs of the boy were in reach. She whipped out a flailing arm, but missed. Laughter was heard as he, Zairen the deciever, took off again at amazing speeds. He was just toying with the cook afterall. She threw herself into a halt, finally realizing how much breath she had lost. Still, the young mans laughter rang like buzzing bees in her red ears. Had she conserved enough strength, she would have yelled profanities at him.

Back in the general safe haven of the halls in the dorms, he took to the wall. He slid carefully downwards to enjoy his hard won prize: Pure, black Columbian brew. Nothing could possibly wake him up faster. Save an energy drink stock full of things more potent than caffinee, but he wasn't going for suicide. He just wanted to be fully alert. And alert meant twitching. Twenty seconds, not one breath taken and the pot was empty. Sharp breath punctured his burned throat, but that was just the feeling of being alive. It was an excellent day to live, he figured. Zairen abandoned the coffee pot at the hall's corner and set off to wander the halls for a spell. He not much else better to do. He could train, read a book, venture somewhere useful, but no. He just wanted to walk with no point, no A to B, no destination. Wandering often led him to places for more interesting than a book could anyways.