CAFETERIA | LUNCH BREAK
Shoving the berry in her mouth without looking up, the russet brunette wrote a note in her journal, muttering to herself as she went. From the tables around her, other students chattered and laughed. It was easy enough to pick out the popular kids from the not-so-popular ones, and the tiny little early forms from the upperclassmen. The place was not conducive for study, and yet the Hessean gave it a fair go, ignoring the noise and banter.
“When an area of bone pushes inwards, there is not total separation from the fresh bone, though this doesn’t occur in dry bone. It tends to fragment instead, making interpretation of archaeological remains more prone to obs—oh!” The young woman looked up from her reading as something hit the back of her head, followed by a peel of laughter. Turning around, Lilanee spotted a gaggle of her peers sitting at the table beyond her, a collection of both young men and women. The ring leader, an attractive Bastian with straight dark hair, giggled as she whispered to her followers. The teenager smiled.
“Hello, can you stop please?” She said cheerfully, eliciting another spurt of snorting laughter from the group. The Bastian curled her lip, looking the redhead over.
“Did you mind? We’re having a private conversation.” The girl said with a flex of her field, causing Lilanee to glance at each of the group members with a chuckle.
“I don’t mind, though I would appreciate it if you kept to yourselves. I’m sure that your small minds might find it amusing to throw food like some primitive wick, but I can assure you it’s not that funny.” Turning back to her books, the freckled creature groaned internally.
Too far again.
“What did you call me?!” The Bastian girl all but shrieked, rising from her table, along with her entourage to approach Lilanee. The wide eyed girl pursed her lips, forcing herself to keep her big mouth shut, refusing to make her own situation worse. Her field drew closer, dampening to reduce the threat even as the others pressed down on her.
“Sorry I didn’t mean it like that. I just…well in modern society we’ve evolved to be far more clever than hurling berries at other people. There’s some amusement in it to be sure but—“ Pressing her lips together, the auburn haired teen glanced up as the other girl placed a hand on the text book, and casually pushed it onto the floor.
“That wasn’t really nec—hey! Don’t touch that!“ On the other side, her male companion snatched up her satchel, grinning and holding it up as Lilanee jumped from her seat. He laughed, throwing the bag across the room, unpeterbed by the sound of breaking from within. The Hessean frowned at him, before making her way across the cafeteria with red cheeks and quick steps, knowing full well it was now becoming a scene.
“Ooh, look. It appears your inkwell tipped over, that’s really a shame!” The Bastian said with a giggle, incanting a simple syllable for Push and wiggling one finger. The small bottle flipped onto its side, spreading black ink across the open pages of her notebook. Holding her satchel to her chest, Lilanee simply waited as they finished making their point known. Her blue gazed watched as Anthropology and Archaeology: Bone Taphonomic Alterations Vol 1. met it’s sister book, Vol 2., on the floor with a thump.
“I guess that mean’s you don’t want to join the Archaeological Club then?” The girl said with a smirk, absolutely unable to help herself, screaming internally at her mouth. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence, or a particularly bad one. Realistically she should just wait it out in silence, but it was hard to stay quiet as she felt the sharp edges of the object in her bag through the thin leather. The brute had broken something inside, and Lilanee was pretty sure she knew what it was, but wouldn’t give the benefit of seeing her frustration.
Peace. Calm. Intellegence over beating anyone to death with a chair.
Her field twitched with frustration, though she continued to smile through the laughter, nodding as the comments about her heritage began. Stupid Hesseans, dumb as a box of rocks.
She should have just gone to the crypts.