Mind if I Sit Here? - [OPEN]

[Joan Plantagenet]

If there was one thing that Joan more than practically anything in the world, it would have to be not being the one who was in control… Or at least she thought that was what she hated most. Little did she know that a bunch of thirteen-year-olds would prove that notion wrong. Oh no, as she knew now, the thing that she couldn’t stand to bear was being thrown off her game by a bunch of thirteen-year-olds. How dare they, she bitterly thought as she gritted her teeth and glanced around the busy dining hall, searching for an empty table to claim for her and her friends. Normally, the group of villains had a small table in the center of the dining hall staked out just for them. By all the unspoken rules of cafeteria etiquette, it was their table, it had been for years. Now, these little brats who probably needed a map just to find their way to the cafeteria had the nerve to steal it from them! At that moment, as she stood awkwardly looking around the room, Joan wanted nothing more than to walk up to the thieves and tell them bluntly to bug off. Oh, it would be so satisfying to do just that. A small smirk crossed the girl’s face at the thought of their terrified expressions, scurrying off like field mice to hide away until she graduated. In her mind, they would be too scared to even think of showing their faces while this villain was still at Silver Springs. Yet, she knew that she needed to hold back. She saw how nice their clothes were and they had to be full of foolish bravado to think of crossing her friend group; meaning that these kids belonged to the one group that Joan could not afford to let them see the bitter side of her. Clearly, they were royals and who knew how many of them had older siblings at other tables, ready to jump down her throat if she threatened them? If that happened… no, she wouldn’t even consider that. So, she knew that they weren’t worth lashing out over. Today would be the one and the only day they had that table. Speaking of which, she still needed to find somewhere to sit and it didn’t look like there was anywhere left to claim. Great, just great she silently thought as her frustration mounted. Luckily for her though, it was quickly abated as she spotted an almost nearly empty table near the back of the room. There was already one person sitting there, but no doubt they’d move once her friends descended on the table. People tended to give the gaggle of girls their distance which was the smart thing to do. Confident that she had found their table for today, Joan sauntered over and set her tray down on the table somewhat forcefully, commanding the attention of the other person away from whatever they were doing. Already moving to sit down, showing that this person had no say in the matter, she smiled sweetly at them (bringing out her well-practiced charm) and asked, “Do you mind if my friends and I sit here? There doesn’t seem to be room for us anywhere else.” With any luck, this person would immediately get the message and they wouldn’t make a big fuss. That would be no fun, now would it?

I know us for the children that we are, who had to make our own destiny in a world we could not understand. @open WC: 544 OTHEr: First post!!!

MADE BY VEL OF GS AND ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0

[Alois M. Horak]

open up your eyes And see the world from where I stand Me among the mighty You caged at my command

Very rarely did he actually choose to linger in the cafeteria. He preferred grabbing his food and getting the hell out before it filled with students and unnecessary noise. Then there was always the chance that he had to socialize with the very people he wanted to avoid, which was usually why he slipped in and out before the initial rush for each meal. Today, however, he found himself sitting alone at a table as the cafeteria began to fill up. A tray sat on the table's surface, half its food already eaten and an open bottle of water only a quarter filled. An open book swiped from the library earlier that morning was poised in his hands, providing the only shield from himself and the idle chatter and clanking of silverware.

So, why was he here?

One of his friends decided they should meet in the cafeteria. Guess who showed up? The one and only Alois who actually liked keeping up with some appointments and promises, unlike the person who failed to do something so simple. Had he not already gotten comfortable and invested in his book, he might have already left by now. His friend was not showing up, that much was obvious, so he had no purpose here.

His thumb swiped over the edge of the page, pulling it back so it could be turned over. Blue eyes continued skimming over the lines, blissfully unaware to the approaching group of girls. Not even the clatter of a tray could break his concentration. Why, yes, he was ignoring the little princess wannabe who dared to approach him. He gave her the opportunity to speak--mostly because he wanted to finish this sentence--before blue eyes slowly drew up from the page to the brunette. Glancing her over with judgement clear in his gaze, he leaned back slightly.

Swinging his legs up, he propped the heels of one cargo boot on the free space on the table beside him before the other foot came to cross over. "Reserved." Voice low, his eyes narrowed at the girl, daring her to persist.

Joan Plantagenet

['Amar Shahrazad]

'Amar loved lunch. It was the only time of day he could flirt with non-villain girls. Only downside was most of those girls could be a bit judgemental of his weirdness. Still, he'd find one eventually. In the meantime, he did notice a whole flock of lovely ladies being denied a table by Alois. 'Amar whistled over to Joan's crew.

"If ant of you fine ladies need a table," he said, patting the seat next to him, "there's plenty of room right here,"