Lunch time
Title: Lunchtime Frivolity
Characters: Elena, and anyone else who wants to join in.
Location: The Cafeteria
Rating: Unrated ATM
Summary: If you had Larxene in your head, you'd be crazy too.
Day/Time: Day 23/12 Noon
"Turkey, please? And tater tots, please."
Elena dutifully slid the tray across the counter, and watched as the cheerful, if mannish lunch lady scooped the bite-sized potatoes onto her plate, with a plain turkey sandwich on white bread. Elena generally avoided mayonnaise, and condiments in general, ever since Larxene tied up little Mikey Olson in the janitor's closet and squirted ketchup in his eyes, in the sixth grade.
Elena never knew ketchup packets could be so dangerous.
She picked up her tray and looked around the room for an empty table. One thing she noticed so far today was that there seemed to be two groups of people at the facility. The really social ones, who flocked together in groups and were kind of scary, and the quiet ones who kept to themselves. Elena liked this latter group, and considered herself one of them. The quieter she was, the less contact she had with others, the less chance for Larxene to come out and ruin things.
She picked a table in the back of the room and sat down, picking at her tater tots.
Ooh, tater tots.
"Oh God," Elena muttered to herself. "Please, Larxene, just go away."
But I like tater tots.
Elena put down the tot she was about to eat, in a gesture of defiance, and picked up her sandwich instead.
Ugh, white bread. Just like you. Why didn't you get vanilla pudding on the side?
Elena ignored her and took a bite.
Characters: Elena, and anyone else who wants to join in.
Location: The Cafeteria
Rating: Unrated ATM
Summary: If you had Larxene in your head, you'd be crazy too.
Day/Time: Day 23/12 Noon
"Turkey, please? And tater tots, please."
Elena dutifully slid the tray across the counter, and watched as the cheerful, if mannish lunch lady scooped the bite-sized potatoes onto her plate, with a plain turkey sandwich on white bread. Elena generally avoided mayonnaise, and condiments in general, ever since Larxene tied up little Mikey Olson in the janitor's closet and squirted ketchup in his eyes, in the sixth grade.
Elena never knew ketchup packets could be so dangerous.
She picked up her tray and looked around the room for an empty table. One thing she noticed so far today was that there seemed to be two groups of people at the facility. The really social ones, who flocked together in groups and were kind of scary, and the quiet ones who kept to themselves. Elena liked this latter group, and considered herself one of them. The quieter she was, the less contact she had with others, the less chance for Larxene to come out and ruin things.
She picked a table in the back of the room and sat down, picking at her tater tots.
Ooh, tater tots.
"Oh God," Elena muttered to herself. "Please, Larxene, just go away."
But I like tater tots.
Elena put down the tot she was about to eat, in a gesture of defiance, and picked up her sandwich instead.
Ugh, white bread. Just like you. Why didn't you get vanilla pudding on the side?
Elena ignored her and took a bite.