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[magnus]

Oh, Christ. This looks like something a dog ate for breakfast.

Aria moved quickly through the cafeteria line holding her tray, and she began to dump whatever food she could grab onto it. A meat pie smothered in tomato sauce. Yeah, that looks good enough. A small container of vanilla cheesecake. I've had worse... An apple? Pfft. Yeah right...Skip that. A raspberry cola. I'll be gone like an energiser bunny later...That, i'll need. And, a caramel bar to top it off. Oh, might as well. I'll burn it off later. If it was one thing with Arianna Magnus, is that no matter how much and what she eats, she never seems to put on that kind of weight. Maybe because she trains so hard in her free time that she burns it off, but still....She was lucky that was the case. Her defined muscle tone in her abdomen, arms and legs showed no sign of that 'extra baggage'. Thank God.

After she paid for her lunch - a very big lunch - she made her way to one of the window booths right near the back of the now bustling cafeteria. She smacked into some new feral student on the way, yelling out a few painfull offensive words, and then moved along like nothing had happened. The little creep was about to head to her seat, but he got scared and walked quickly away. Oh, there was no sympathy from her, for the new kids. Well, tough. She was in their place back in the day. Did anyone help her? No. Why be nice? It gets you absolutely no-where.

She slumped herself on the seat in a very unlady-like way. Adorned in her army green cargo pants and black tank top, she was all in a very chilled kind of mood. Laying back in her seat, her legs stretched out from underneath the table onto the parallel seats, physically claiming them. She'd be damned if anyone else tried to sit with her. With a frown, she picked up her pie and took a large bite. It was satisfying to the soul. She had always had a love of meat in all forms. And not in the punchingbag sense. That reminded her. She had kung-fu class next, which she'd definatly aim to burn all the unhealthy stuff she was eating. She plonked down her half-eaten pie, and took a large sip of her raspberry drink. Watch out for Aria - the moody kung-fu energiser bunny.



tagged , anyone!
mood , somewhat chilled, yet snappy
words , 427!
lyrics , run this town - jay-z
credit , rora @ hos

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[sjaak]

Being outside and seeing all of those damn birds had definitely put a hateful fire inside of Sjaak’s belly. That much prey, just walking around and looking big and stupid like they did, the school was lucky he hadn’t just shifted, nabbed one and started plucking it’s feathers out in clumps before setting a small fire and cooking it over some tinder. At least back home, if you could really call where he’d grown up that, he could’ve gone out into the field and had his choice of some tender voles, possibly a patch of loamy earth with some nice fat worms inside of it. True to form, Sjaak wasn’t overly discriminating about what it was that he ate, and as he headed back towards the campus, the rumbling in his stomach only got stronger, bringing an even more sour expression to his face than had been there before. He reached his hand up for just a moment and made certain that his mohawk was still standing right and nice before he checked his wallet. Even though Da and he never saw eye to eye, both him and Grandda had been nice enough to give him some cash before he’d come, with the promise of more if he’d actually behaved himself, and he’d kifed an extra bit from Da’s wallet while the elder Van Bruggen was taking a shower, right before he took the public autobus over to the aeroport.

Squinting slightly from the sun, he was glad for the shade that the buildings provided, and he managed to grab a few quick puffs from a smoke before he reached the place that he was looking for. He was still getting a better handle on the place, so it took a little bit, but when the scent of the different types of food hit his nostrils, he was starting to chip up a little. Heading inside the place, he looked around, and even though he kept his scowl firmly on his face, the place was kwaai, not the kind of thing you’d find in the dorpie where he’d come up, young son. Waiting in line wasn’t exactly his idea of lekker, but it was something that he figured he’d manage. When one of the students behind him started pushing a little, all it took was a bit of an elbow to teach the gomgat to stay back. Moving his eyes over all of the food, Sjaak’s mouth started watering again when he saw the biscuits that they had there, mostly because of what they had in little plastic packets in front of it: honey. Loading up about a dozen of the packets onto his plate, he got two biscuits, three hamburgers with nothing on and two very large containers of milk. It wasn’t exactly nutritious, but then, he was so skraal that it didn’t seem to matter much at this point. It wasn’t like he gave a good damn what anyone thought anyways.

Moving across the cafeteria after he purchased his meal, he kept his hands tight on the tray and nearly considered kicking some dof who cut him off when he was between two tables and couldn’t maneuver much. Everything seemed a bit full up, and so he headed to one of the least crowded tables he could find. “Howzit, choty goty? Do us a favor and move those legs so I can gooi me tray down and put up for a second. Be a skrik if I was t’eat standing up.” He moved and set his tray down, obviously intent on sitting. If she wanted to be woes about it like her face suggested, well, they’d have a problem, wouldn’t they?

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Summary: Two friendly people in the caf
Word Count: 618
Tags: Arianna

[magnus]

Aria was ravenous. Famished. Yeah, she had an appetite. Blame the cougar...it was always hungry. But for some reason, she was in a very testy mood. Maybe she got up on the wrong side of the bed? Maybe it was that freshman that slammed into her on the way to class this morning. Or maybe it was that dunderhead that smacked into her as she was getting her lunch? Really, it could have been anything. These days, even the smallest thing could piss her off.

As for the kid in her grade, standing just before her table asking her to move her feet. Move her feet? Oh, come on. Find another seat. Sit with someone else. Was it that hard? Or did he do it to piss her off? She mumbled under her breath, and frowed at the strange words that seemed to be jumbled up in his sentence. Definatly not something she could recognise. She never really was language literate. Grumbling to herself, she took another bite of her pie, and scooted her feet aside, giving him at least a bit of room to sit down. Although, her feet were still on the chair, and made no move to shift them entirely off the seat. He's just gonna have to deal with it, or move somewhere else. She frowned again, a bit weired out by his words, which wasn't all in english.

She clicked her jaw, "You couldn't sit anywhere else?" She bit into her meat pie again; her hunger still not satisfied. "I can barely understand ya." She managed to finish off her pie, and scrunch up her the bag and tossed it to the side, nearly sliding off the table. Aria took another opportunity to observe the guy sitting across from her. His moehawk was skyhigh. She was suprised that kind of hairdo was allowed in the school. Oh, well. She'd have no trouble pinpointing him from the crowd.

"Nice hairdo," Her husky voice was rather prominent, as she gave a small bark of a laugh. She had a friend - non-shifter - who had a hairdo like that at at ordinary school, and they suspended him until he got it 'fixed'. Still to this day, they still laughed about it. Oh, how she missed them. Rodney, and his psychotic behaviour. Fitzy with the moehawk and a knack for assembling weapons. Gerard and his snarky sense of humor. The crew was no longer here. She was on her own now.



tagged , -
mood , Bored and snarky
words , 423
lyrics , run this town - jay-z
credit , rora @ hos

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