Post by Sunar Chugani on Dec 14, 2009 22:32:00 GMT -5
Sunar surveyed the cafeteria, tray balanced on one hand. He needed a place to sit, but he couldn't see any of his friends -- everyone seemed so busy, lately -- so he made his way over to a dark-haired girl he recognized from art club. Or rather, he recognized her because he'd seen her hanging on the arms of one of the Seniors in art club, which amounted to much the same thing, as far as he was concerned; she knew someone that he knew, so she was someone he knew. He wasn't really friends with Finlay, exactly, as he wasn't particularly interested in the punk lifestyle, but being in a school club together had to count for something; it at least meant they had an appreciation for art in common, although John Holmstrom was hardly comparable to Edouard Manet. They were both artists, however, and perhaps both a bit counterculture for their time.
"Hey," He sat down in the seat across from her, not bothering to ask if she minded. "You're De....Delia, right?" He couldn't exactly remember, but Delia sounded sort of close. At least, he thought her name began with a D and an E. He unwrapped his plasticware, poking disconsolately at what passed for food. "I'd heard there were economic troubles, but do they have to take it out on the food?" Maybe he really should have tried that Deli Jade had mentioned; anything had to be better than school food.
"Hey," He sat down in the seat across from her, not bothering to ask if she minded. "You're De....Delia, right?" He couldn't exactly remember, but Delia sounded sort of close. At least, he thought her name began with a D and an E. He unwrapped his plasticware, poking disconsolately at what passed for food. "I'd heard there were economic troubles, but do they have to take it out on the food?" Maybe he really should have tried that Deli Jade had mentioned; anything had to be better than school food.