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 Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 3:48 am
((Feel free to join in, guys! We might even get a food fight happening.))
It had been a long day back at school, what with the term still so freshly started and the dining hall was packed. The savory smell of freshly cook meats wafted over the hungry students and Abeline Froust, seated on an end corner of the Black Death -honestly the names this year were a little morbid- table eyed off the array and mixture in front of her. She had enjoyed a light breakfast of a few fruit and water, a light lunch of a biscuit and some more water and now for a heavy dinner of soup. Sometimes having to maintain the weight of a thimble so that the male dancers didn't snap when they tried to lift you could make a girl grouchy.
Not that Abeline Froust took much effort to make grouchy. Usually the seat next to her remained empty until someone was running late and dared to test her mood by sitting in it. Abeline stared out into the crowd of faces, looking for someone she knew.
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 4:26 am
Fallon Novette-Naim did not come to the dining hall to eat.
No, she came to sit and wait until they let her leave. And then she would venture upstairs and make her own dinner. Because anything Barren Pines might serve her could be no more than cat food, no more stimulating than a slab of tofu slathered in soy sauce, no more creative than a fried egg. For the average school, it might be decent food, but to Fallon, it was an assault on her precious, precious taste buds. It almost disgusted her to watch the others eat it, though not nearly as much as it did to see little children eating fast food. Fallon planned her meals for each week three days before every Sunday. She went shopping on Saturday for ingredients. And life rolled on.
Taking a seat at the Black Death table (so chaming, this school) across from a familiar dancer, Fallon folded her hands neatly in her lap, smiling over to Abeline. Her smile faltered when her eyes dropped to the smattering of food that lay before the blue-haired dancer. Unacceptable. Fallon had many a fight over the quality of food in the cafeteria. She had even offered to take over and cook for the entire school, but Barren Pines wouldn't have it. She was fifteen. Just a kind. Go sit down.
Glancing up to Abeline, she leaned forward, glancing down to each end of the table. Not too many people were out yet. Odd. "Good evening, Abeline. How are you?" she asked, slipping easily into a familiar social script.
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 5:02 am
While perfectly capable of feeding herself, Abeline was not above allowing others to dote on her, as they naturally should, because she was.... well, she was Abeline. What didn't dote or fear her was obviously an uneducated bottom-feeding stone-fish. Hardly worth the effort.
"Good evening, Fallon. Breakfast was good." She greeted the other girl, looking up from her delicate dissection of the soup on her plate. Unlike Fallon, Abeline rarely had much in the forum of social textures. She usually said three words and the other party ran for the hills. Of course, most of her day was made up with very little human contact. Abeline managed, but she was not so well versed. It made her seem colder than she was. Although, she was rather cold. The dancer's eyes settled on Fallon as she spoke, remembering the incident earlier that day with her beloved Lucas' hand on her private chef's backside. Had Fallon secretly enjoyed his tender caress? She longed to ask, to enquire if his hands had been soft and warm or.... Abeline blinked but didn't stop staring.
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 5:22 am
It was the first time since Fallon had seen Abeline since the incident. Fallon preferred to pretend that these things never happened, these little slips in balancing her normalcy with her OCD, and so she smiled as though there were no awkwardness at all. Lucas, however, should probably steer clear of Fallon for... ever. She would not forget his violation of her expectations and was not above putting eyedrops in his food to give him explosive diarrhea. It would not be a first for her.
Of course, she was oblivious to Abeline's attraction to Lucas, as much as Abeline might be oblivious to Fallon's preference for girls. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," she said, dipping her head as an added sign of gratitude. Fallon knew everything she cooked was good, but she felt compelled to follow the rules of manners like a lemming being led across a street. In the lulling silence, Fallon found it difficult to not concentrate on the dribble that Abeline was about to consume.
So she kept talking.
"How are your classes?" she asked, crossing her legs beneath the table and setting her manicured hands on one knee.
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 6:06 am
Abeline was still staring at Fallon, her gaze somewhat predatory, but then, some believed that she circled her prey before going for a jugular, so that was nothing new.
At the mention of classes, though, Abeline visibly winced. Those, yes how to put it.... "It amuses me how the teachers attempt to cram our heads like a collection of slow-witted turtles heading to sea and the waiting jaws of death." Which translated more or less into 'not so good.' But Abeline was not done.
"I do not understand why I am asked to study and participate in this demeaning testing system. It is a waste of my precious time." After all, her presence in the classes was more than enough to shed a few rays of light and elegance on the other students, right?
She took a small sip from her spoon and placed it back in her bowl. Crossing her slim legs, she still hadn't broken from her stare of Fallon's face. It might have been taken the wrong way, but Abeline was not the best at reading other people. No, she was better at wondering why Lucas had picked Fallon to touch instead of... well, her. What was it that Fallon had? Other than the simple logic that perhaps, it had been because Abeline had been sitting down at the time.
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 6:19 am
Tracing one hand up her leg, Fallon let her finger follow the outer seam of her pant leg, tapping idly. Normally, she was a girl that liked dresses, but the standard-issue skirts of Barren Pines had pleats -- pleats that did not always hold their shape. If there was one thing Fallon could not stand, it was messy clothing, and she would not be held responsible if the lackluster quality of a skirt made a pleat loosen. The idea of it made her shiver. So she had opted for pants, slipping into dresses on her own time.
Lost in her own head of tracing seams and counting buttons, Fallon glanced up Abeline just in time to take in her words. "Would you prefer to take a curriculum solely comprised of dance courses?" she asked. At a school for the gifted, it was not unusual for a few of the more artsy types to avoid other subjects. There were times when Fallon herself wished she could simply remain in the kitchen all day, trying out new recipes. The schedule at Barren Pines was probably the most flexible of all of the schools in Destiny City, but it could still feel a bit suffocating.
Any coldness on Abeline's part was read as a mere characteristic of a dancer in Fallon's eyes. It was such a competitive environment for them, so much pressure on their bodies. Fallon was one of the only students studying the culinary arts -- and she would like to keep it that way. In her own experience, history was a worthless class, though she did enjoy her math lessons. Standardized testing appealed to Fallon though, as did everything standardized.
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Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 6:08 am
Abeline shook her head, a stray lock of blue hair dancing across her cheek. She toyed with the spoon in her soup as she responded to the other girl's inquiry. "No, I wouldn't enjoy such a schedule." But she said no more.
It was a tightly guarded secret for her that what she excelled in, she held no passion for. She had to do her best, but she didn't have to like it.
Her thoughts drifted away from the incident that morning and to the more current affairs. "Don't you get hungry, watching everyone else stuff themselves like pigs at a trough?" Of course, that might not have been the best way to put it, but Abeline was jealous of all the students who didn't diet like crazy; jealousy incited her to twist her words a little.
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