Fast Times at Richmont High

[Anonymous]

Erin sat in the far corner of the recreation room. It wasn't exactly shadowed, what with the large light fixture directly overhead as it was with all the tables in the room, but it was far from everyone else and allowed him the best view for people watching. He watched them as they laughed and talked and listened to the ones with no control over their thoughts. All of them had so much - confidence, fears, friends, enemies...

Erin interlaced his fingers and settled his chin on them, leaning forward and using the little free time he had that evening to simply observe the others - observe what it seemed to mean to be 'normal.'

[Rhi-Rhi]

Hrm...no Finaa. Shit, it looked like he'd missed her. And here he'd brought her take-out and everything, having conveniently ordered more than he could eat. Shiloh had figured if he hurried he might catch her, but...bah. Either he wasn't looking hard enough or he'd come too late. Sure, it was his own fault for not calling, but he'd wanted it to be a surprise. And he had just enough time left over for his lunch break that he could swing it.

Shiloh frowned down at the plastic bag in his hand. Ah well. Looked like he had breakfast, now.

He was giving the cafeteria one final look-over when his eyes landed on a weird girlie kid with white hair and a weird face splotch--that was staring at him. Or looked like he was staring at him. Didn't matter, it was close enough! Shiloh scowled back, eyes narrowing.

"Whatcha starin' at?"

[Anonymous]

Erin's head shot up. He hadn't been looking at Shiloh directly before, but he certainly was now. The man was not one he recognized and he held a bag in his hand that was decidedly not from the ATC. That meant high enough level to leave. So a much higher level than Erin was. A sense of panic fluttered up through his chest and he stood stiffly in response.

"I was staring at the various people in the cafeteria, sir."