First meal out [open]

[Seth McDaniels]

The young man slapped his food with a fork, his head rested on his other palm. He had already eaten... whatever they really served, and at this point was just sitting there, not doing anything.

Seth spent more of his time in classrooms and isolation than he did in his own room. This was one of the first days back out of isolation, and he was just waiting for the next reason why he would be detained. It sucked when there was a multimillionaire out there trying to keep you locked up. But it was something he was used to by now. How long had he been here again? Considering that it never really felt like Fall, Spring, or Summer here, he tended to forget how long he was here.

His thoughts drifting around to his surroundings, he barely noticed what was in his immediate area, and only choose to think of what he was missing outside. He didn't think of what time it currently was, or where people were. That's why he took no notice of any changes currently.

[Blake Riina Kildal]

Appearances had to be kept, that much was certain, but the girl didn’t even have a single item of food on her tray, rather she had a book on the tray with a bottle of water. The workers here didn’t care, so long as she didn’t cause trouble and the tiny girl had no desire to start trouble with anyone anyways. She drifted through the noisy crowd, trying to find a mostly empty table or an empty table and not having much luck, trying to tune out the chattering of the rest of the students, which to her, sounded like a bunch of chickens.

Sighing lightly she finally found a table with one solitary boy at it. She paused, hesitating and chewing on her lower lip as she hid behind the long, blonde hair that often veiled her features when she wanted to disappear from everyone and stare at the floor. Shifting on her feet, she didn’t make a whisper of sound from her hesitation before she finally parted lips to speak. The voice was soft, almost barely there, but really a different accent than was normally heard.

The petite Hawaiian voiced her question, staring mostly at the floor by the boy’s feet, too shy to actually look at him or to speak loudly before she took any course of action. “Do you mind if I sit?” she asked softly, almost indiscernible from the rumble of the background noise.

[Seth McDaniels]

(ooc: sorry for no response)

Seth look up from his plate at the girl standing before him. He was, to say the least, curious why she choose his table, and not some other one, however the fact remained that she was, in fact, here, asking him to sit. He thought for a moment, wondering what someone like her was doing in a place on the cold north ass of the world like he was, and remembered hearing about other crimes people are sent here for. Prostitution? Maybe.. that seemed like the best guess. Then again, he never once pushed himself as being right, and in fact didn't care to much.

Prison would do that to you, it turns out.

Seth instead smirked and shrugged his shoulders, leaning back. "Yeah sure, go ahead, I guess. Not much here, though, I'm afraid. Just... well.. sure, do what you want." he said, giving a tiniest bit of a sigh. He wanted to speak more, but just waited for her to take a seat, and kept his eyes on her the entire time. He wasn't yet ready to start making friends.. or more.. but he was also not yet ready to start running mouth. In other words, he watched her, trying to think of something to say, but not able to say anything at all. It looked like he would let her make the first move.

[Blake Riina Kildal]

Blake gave a thin smile, nodding softly and sliding into a seat, almost across from the new boy before curling up, toying with the pages of the book. She knew that the new kids wouldn’t bother her about her eating habits and tended to prefer to keep to themselves and not get involved with politics and dynamics everyone already had formed. It was a pain in the ass, that much she knew, but Blake ignored whispers and rumors that others spread, really preferring to stay to herself and keep quiet while she was here.

Nodding at the boy, she smiled faintly, looking more like a quirk of lips upwards as she pushed her hair out of the way. “Thank you,”

[/b] she murmured, almost looking like she was attempting to become one with the chair. It was difficult for her to make friends here, when everyone just wanted to prove they were the bigger badass than the next one, and she had no desire to try and ‘prove’ herself to anyone, especially when there was no point to it and all anyone did was get thrown in ISO.

She was happy enough that she opened the rather large book and flipped a page, scanning a few lines before looking up at the kid, arching an eyebrow, rather faint. “…why are you staring?”[/b] she asked voice soft.

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[Seth McDaniels]

Seth looked down very quickly, and shook his head. "Absolutely nothing. Just... good to look at something that's not white walls, I guess." he said, quickly trying to cover his true motive. He looked down, and decided to take some of that glop that called food into his food. It took almost everything he had to not choke it up. Yup, food hasn't changed.

"Kinda wish we weren't so far north. I used to love winter, now I want it to end. That and some sun would be nice." he said, returning to playing with his food. It was something he was committed to do it would appear. That.. and he kinda started to lose social skills being in isolation so much.

He wanted to find out her about her, however she seemed neither interested nor in any solid state to not be afraid. It almost seemed like she may have been raped. Or maybe it was prostitution that brought her here. Who knew?

"It gets boring around here quickly, doesn't it?"

[Blake Riina Kildal]

Blake shrugged, already bored with the idle chit chat. She’d sat at the table in hopes that the kid would shut up and let her read, but it was hardly looking like it was going to be that way. She’d been grumpy lately, a change from her normal apathetic moods and it showed on everyone who tried getting her to do something she didn’t want to do. Pushing a few strands of long blonde hair behind her ear, she fixed the kid across from her with a steady look from pale blue eyes.

“Sure, if you keep fucking up and ending in the same place. Otherwise, it’s whatever the hell you make it,”

she said calmly. Blake had absolutely no reason to be terrified of anyone in the world, and yet she still managed to find some reason to be scared of some people. It was strange, the girl killed three people and was terrified of a baby.

Giving him a dead look, one that she’d perfected when she wanted to be alone, or just freak out some kid who was bugging her, she sighed and propped a hand on the table, the too big sleeve sliding down her too thin arm and revealing the white bandage there. She paid no notice to it at all and much expected everyone else to do the same. “So, then ask your questions away since I can see them swarming your brain,”[/color] she said, her voice still that same quiet tone it had always been.


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