Hunger Pain [open]

[lynn]

E v e r y b o d y hurts some days
It's okay to be a f r a i d
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Everybody h u r t s , everybody screams
E v e r y b o d y feels this way

Hunger was slowly taking over her stomach. Since she had woken up this morning her stomach was growling. softly at first but as the say went by it grew louder and louder. Once even interrupting a class because it was so loud. Lynnette almost died with embarrassment from it! but Rag doll's cannot die so easily thankfully. In fact it's a little hard to kill them if you know nothing about the species. That's a different story though. Lynnette didn't have free time to eat until about noon to have lunch, it didn't come soon enough for her. She was an eater, she liked to eat everything and try new things. Sadly, there was a lot of things that make her sick so she had to be careful of what she ate but that didn't stop her from eating as much as possible.

What sounded tasty right now would be strawberries. Something she loved to each. She could LIVE off of them if need be. Just the thought of them made her mouth start to drool and shiver with delight. She also enjoyed grapes, not as much as strawberries but grapes would be her second favorite food. anything about food made her drool, if it was good food that is.

Lynnette's petite body weaved through the crowded cafeteria with her tray in front of her. Her eyes nervously looked from person to person in hopes of not getting their attention. She had gone through the line only to get strawberries, grapes, mandarin oranges, and a small salad. She would have gotten a pudding but just as she was reaching for the last one someone had snatched it from her. which upset her a bit but it couldn't be helped. That was life and she had to deal with it. Finally surviving the crowd, she found an empty table next to a window, There were empty seats all around her, just how she liked it. So people would fill in around her if they needed a seat and maybe they'd even talk to her! in which she'd tell them that she was a mute and they'd probably walk away.

Maybe this wasn't the best for her to meet new people. It was the only way she could think of. Besides actually talking to people but she couldn't do that. No way she could do that. 'perhaps I should try becoming friends with my classmates first...' she thought as she looked around before looking at her tray. She moved her things from under the tray to next to the window. She took her knife and fork in her hands and started cutting up her salad.

And it's o k a y
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Tag: Open!
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Made by Jennifer of Caution!
Lyrics are Everybody Hurts
by Avril Lavigne. Steal and
I'll track you down and
beat you with a noodle.

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[skittles]

Lunch was the perfect way to get some free time... and socializing. If Saiyran hates anything, it'd be socializing. Well, mainly because he isn't so much the guy who likes to speak as the next guy. In fact, Saiyran came here just to get some alone time, as he would always do in some other classes. But, lunch is the only way to get some energy into your body. Plus, can't miss all the good grub, right? What's the worst that can happen? Well, yes. Lunch is crowding, being filled with mixed classed students, such as B students, S students, etc. Oh, how Saiyran felt so... claustrophobic. Even though no one isn't really crowding up on him. But still, the nymph strongly disliked crowds. But, enough talking. Now was the time to stop being scared, and get some food. And probably go back to being an introvert. OK.. just slide through everyone. And so, Saiyran began to jump into the large crowds, preparing to see what's left to take.

A few minutes have passed. The nymph finally came out, shaking in great fear. That was the first time Saiyran ever got in a crowd. God, it's like being in a house that was going to explode, or it's like diving out of a plane without a parachute! The boy hoped that he'd never be in a crowd again. Rude people.. pushing others around, tripping others, etc. Tough crowd, eh? But anyway, Saiyran finally got his lunch. Let's see: A plain, cheese pizza, with a side of mushrooms, packed with salad on the side, with a pack of mayonnaise, and last but not least, a small mini slushie, which is peach. Perfect enough to fill up Saiyran's stomach. Now, who should he sit with? That would be a tough question to answer. Probably somewhere where there isn't much people. Or better: Empty space.

Wandering around the lunchroom for a few minutes wasn't a good idea. Saiyran's stomach kept on growling by the minute. Apparently someone didn't had their breakfast.. well, despite the fact he doesn't come to the lunchroom to eat breakfast, if that's allowed. Wait, is it? But any who, the young nymph looked around one last time. There weren't empty tables. Most of them are packed! However, there was one that was nearly empty. Sadly.. there was one person sitting on that table. But, maybe that creature wouldn't do much harm, or would say anything, Saiyran would hope.

Saiyran was slowly, walking to the table near the windows. He felt himself shaking, mostly in his legs. Soon, after arriving, he placed his tray down on the table. He tried not to make any eye contact whatsoever. But, it was rude to just sit at a table, and maybe that creature wants to be alone. Whatever. Saiyran will just take the yell, and would immediately get up, and walk away. Sitting down at the opposite side of the girl, he looked down at his place. Soon, the nymph was ready to eat.

[dmitri]

The cafeteria was, as Dmitri had anticipated, a chaotic tangle of sounds and movement and impatient bodies all twisting around to avoid each other, all insisting that their hunger was the greatest. He paused at the edge of the arching entryway to survey the scene, gaze skimming over tables full of raucous students. Most of them were returning students, jubilant to return to their web of friends and catch up on whatever monumental events had transpired over the break; he caught an earful of gossip as a gaggle of young girls passed him and entered the cafeteria, jostling him a little bit as they passed, and smirked at their topic of conversation. They were monsters by the word’s standard definition, but in this cafeteria, with dozens of students engaged in a very mundane activity, they hardly seemed different from the humans that many of them scorned. He’d have thought that the attendees of such an acclaimed academy would conduct themselves with a bit more class, a little more restraint, but apparently when it came to mealtime even creatures experienced at masquerading as humans strove to satisfy their base urges. Then again, if the heavy smell of savory food hanging over the crowds was anything to go by, the meals were worth getting a little jostled for.

Another cluster of students entered, intent on the lunch line, and Dmitri followed them, grimacing as he dove into the nearly overwhelming chaos instead of watching it from the edge. The group didn’t seem bothered by the rag doll less-than-stealthily following their path; if anything, they were unaware of their hanger-on: a boy with zebra ears and a lion’s tail poking out of the back of his pants was locked in a debate with a silver-eyed young man, and their surrounding friends were too intent on egging on the dispute and snatching up lunch trays to question his presence. He followed them through the busy line, grabbing food on impulse more than decision. His appetite was lacking, but despite this he made it out of the queue with a nearly-full tray: somehow he’d acquired a Styrofoam cup full of chili, a plate of sticky white rice, a bottle of green tea, and a waxy-skinned, luridly red apple. Delicious, probably. If he didn’t find someplace to park himself and eat his meal soon, someone was going to run into him, the food would go everywhere, and he’d be wearing it instead of tasting it.

Not how he planned to enjoy his lunch.

Most of the tables were occupied and full to capacity, sagging under the weight of delectable meals and stories eagerly exchanged by friends celebrating their reunion. The doll knew that, at one of these tables, his presence would be unwelcome; not only would he be crowding already cramped benches, he was a stranger, one that would inject awkwardness and unfamiliarity into a conversation between close-knit friends. As time passed he’d eventually find himself at one of those lively tables, but for now it would be safer to latch onto a quieter one and eat his meal in relative piece.

By one of the windows, he noticed, was a nearly-empty table occupied by a long-haired girl and a boy who, if Dmitri was reading his posture and expression correctly, was apparently made anxious by such an innocuous meal. The pair was sitting. Not talking. Neither was even eating yet, though the girl was hacking away at a salad of some sort. Their shared solitude suggested that they weren’t the most popular, and he didn’t recognize either from the classes he’d attended so far, but it didn’t particularly matter for him. He had to start with integrating himself into the Academy’s student body somehow, didn’t he?

His standard smile fit tidily onto his face as he hurried over to the pair by the window. He sat his tray down beside the boy’s without giving either the opportunity to protest his intrusion (or risk someone knocking him over after all the trouble he’d went through to secure his lunch), but he didn’t sit. “D’you two mind if I join you?” he inquired with some semblance of politeness, glancing from one to the other. “I’m Dmitri, ‘m new here.” Figured he might as well get the ‘new’ bomb out of the way. “I thought I’d sit here – unless you two are saving this spot for someone, of course.” He somehow doubted that. The doll pulled the seat out and sat, fingers tapping lightly against the edge of the table. He rolled his sleeves up (the chili wasn’t the tidiest meal he could’ve grabbed, to his dismay), unashamed of the black-threaded seams at his wrists and left elbow that marked him as a rag doll, and poked cautiously at the cheese-smothered surface of the chili. “You two are friends, I presume?”

[lynn]

Slicing her way through her salad. Making sure every piece of lettuce was at least cut twice so she wouldn't choke on it. She was focused on making sure her salad was completely cut, the croutons were a little harder to cut but one would say they weren't suppose to be cut. Now thinking of it, ever if Lynnette started to choke, she wouldn't actually die. Probably just fall unconscious or something along the lines of that. Lynnette stopped hacking away at her salad to pop a grape in her mouth. the juices exploded all over the inside of her mouth the moment she chomped down on the grape.

Enjoying the taste of a green grape before moving her small hands to the knife and fork to continue chopping up her salad. A moment after she started, a boy sat down across from her. She jumped slightly, not expecting him. She dropped her utensils and looked up at him and smiled sheepishly at her being easily startled. Lynnette's hands moved to her things to the side as she pulled put her notebook and opened to a blank page. Her fingers slide to a pen, grasping it and clicking it. She started to write on the notebook in father pretty cursive, the only way she knew how to write.

Lynnettes eyes turned from her nurtal red and blue to just blue. She was actually rather excited that someone had actually came and sat at the table with her, none the less to sit across from her. Once she was finished writing, she held the notebook up at the boy. She tapped the table lightly in an attempt to get his attention ' Hi. I'm Lynnette Figgs. I'm a mute.' She hoped she had held it up to him long enough for him to read it...If he even looked up to read it.

It wasn't long until a boy stood next to the boy across from her, He asked if he could join them. Lynnette was always happy for people to join her. She motioned his to take a seat and smiled. Lynnette eyed him carefully, He had some kind of stitching around his wrist, black stitching though. Her eyes traveled from his wrist to her fingers on her left hand. Her index, middle, ring, and pinky fingers had been cut off over the summer due to a freak rock climbing accident... She had stitches around each of those fingers.. Her blue eyes went from her fingers to his wrist and back. Her vision became blurry due to the fact she was so excited she could cry.

Lnnyette has never met another rag doll besides the ones in her family and the few that worked for her family. Her smile grew intensively as she almost shoved her hand in his face, showing him her stitches. Her left hand was only there for a moment before she placed her notebook on the table to write something else on it. ' Hi. I'm Lynnette Figgs. I'm a mute. I've never met another Rag Doll before!!!!' she held up the notebook to him, grinning happily behind it.

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[skittles]

The nymph started to eat. Getting the mayo little bag.. thing, then started to spread the mayonnaise all over the pizza. A lot. Sure, a little bit could be OK, but a lot.. well.. can't blame Saiyran for loving mayonnaise on his pizza. However, it is quite an eccentric combination, but you try something new everyday, yes? Also, Saiyran was a big fan of mayonnaise, too, so yes. Trying something new everyday doesn't really hurt, right? But anyway, back to the subject. Soon, after trying to eat his delicious mayonnaise pizza, he heard a type. Well, rather a soft type. Looking up from his pizza, Saiyran looked at the page from the notebook, then started to read the words from the notebook.


Hi. I'm Lynnette Figgs. I'm a mute.


A.. mute? Placing down his for a moment, Saiyran tilted his head to the left. Well, it was his first time meeting someone who's a mute. Well... there was a bright side to the nymph. At least Saiyran doesn't have to act afraid if the D Classer doesn't talk to him. So for that, he just waved up his right hand, and some of his fingers were cringed, as his index finger was almost straight up. Soon, he started to wave, in a weak way. And to top it off, he gave in a shy, and nervous smile. OK, so Saiyran wasn't really much good with saying his hellos. But, at least the nymph responded, right? As he placed down his hands back near to his tray, he decided to get back to eating his pizza, as his smile quickly faded away. Saiyran looked down, beginning to eat his pizza. But yet again, before eating, he heard a voice.

“D’you two mind if I join you?”

“I’m Dmitri, ‘m new here.”

“I thought I’d sit here – unless you two are saving this spot for someone, of course.”

“You two are friends, I presume?”


Saiyran looked up. He listened as he heard words coming out of the boy's mouth. Well, sure the nymph would protest of why was-- well, was going to could be the correct words to use, sitting besides him instead of the girl. However, not only that would be totally rude of Saiyran and harsh, but he really feel like doing anything but to eat. But, maybe this can be a good thing. For a start, the nymph is new, too! That's one good thing, right? But, as he heard the boy asking if he and the girl were friends, he just stood quiet. But, instead Saiyran did what he did before, which is raising his right hand up, as his fingers looked a bit crooked, as he turned around, looking up. Soon, the nymph did his crooked wave, with his shy and nervous smile coming back to his lips. Soon, after three seconds later, he placed his right hand down back to his tray, as he was about to eat, as he tried to get back to his lunch.

[dmitri]

Now wasn’t this strange? Both of them seemed welcoming enough, based on their expressions – at least, the girl did, the boy still looked distinctly uncomfortable despite his stiff half-wave – but silence continued to pervade the air, coloring it like an unspoken secret. Dmitri maintained a tight sliver of his typical smile as he poked at his chili, but he felt as if he was undergoing a particularly rigorous, silent scrutiny. A pale wave of movement caught his attention, and he glanced up in puzzlement to find the girl’s hand in his face. He had only a brief moment to stare at it, smile slipping finally in the face of this strange gesture, mismatched eyes narrowing slightly. Was there something about her hand that he was supposed to notice? He suddenly raised his eyebrows when he noticed the white seams connecting a few of her fingers to her hand; he’d never seen a rag doll held together by white thread instead of black, but he could see no reason why white-threaded dolls couldn’t exist, and that she was a doll was the only explanation for the stitching. Interesting.

Suddenly the girl held a notebook of some sort up, and he scanned the message quickly. A mute? One side of his mind wryly observed that that would explain the silence, while the other was still processing the sentence followed by several jagged exclamation points. If she’d never met another rag doll, that would explain why she’d been so excited that she had shown him her hand, physical proof of her own hand, instead of immediately writing it down. Instead of comprehending what she’d been showing him, Dmitri had been starting to suspect that the girl was a few patches short of a quilt. Now? Well… he didn’t fault her for her burst of excitement; he was a little surprised by the revelation himself, seeing as he’d only met a few rag dolls outside of his immediate family. His grin returned abashedly as he nodded to show that he’d finished reading her message. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, then, Miss Lynnette.” Her disability left Dmitri slightly puzzled, though. His brother’s voice box had ‘gone bad’ before, to his chagrin, and until he’d found an appropriate set of vocal chords to use as replacements his voice had alternated between hoarse and squeaky. Had this girl’s vocal chords gone bad…? Surely she knew that they were replaceable, so if the cause was that straightforward, she would have gotten a new set. Puzzling, but it was hardly any of his business. “Are you a returning student this year?” Silly question, but it was an easy enough icebreaker.

There was the question of the boy, though. Dmitri ate a spoonful of the chili, grimacing at its spiciness, as he glanced sidelong at the teenager beside him who had apparently slathered his pizza with mayonnaise. “What about you, sheriff? Are you mute too?” it wasn’t a question born of cruelty but of curiosity, as insensitively as it may have been worded; he was starting to suspect that he had inadvertently sat at the mute table, which would explain why it acted as a silent harbor. It seemed that he'd be doing most of the talking.