The Taste of Something New [Private Roisin Treacy]

[Al Ciendra]

Finally, lunch!
After half a day of school, knocking heads and having her own knocked, Al was starving.
So she had enthusiastcly raced down the corridor and was soon in line to grab herself food, she was hoping her favorites were still there.

Getting the usual, a collection of meats and the few vegtables Al liked she sat back down, in a corner away from everyone else, food was not worth the public exposure of her face.

With her mask now pushed up, Al chowed down happily, she had gotten her favorite, some spare ribs with all the spices in the world and an ungodly amount of sweet yet savory sauce.
Yes, this was a fine reward for all her hard training.

[Roisin Treacy]

Lunch was the perfect time for Rose to indulge in one of her favourite hobbies; messing with people. Practical jokes were an art in her eyes, and her eyes were very set upon causing mischief and trouble. It was just the relief she needed after a stressful morning of lessons.

Grabbing a tray of food, she set to her important work. Looking quickly over her shoulder, Rose gave the legs of a nearby bench a hard kick to weaken them. Then she placed her tray on the other end of a bench. Next she had to utilise what little she'd picked up in mathematics to calculate what target she needed to make her makeshift catapult function.

There! He was huge, with a muscular build and easily pushing six feet tall.

"Hey buddy, saved you a seat!" she called out to the student with a wave. He looked confused at first but accepted her invitation. As he came over to sit down, Rose suddenly shifted off the bench. When the guy sat down, the broken bench legs instantly snapped as the tray was launched into the air.

Rose was instantly reminded her bad at maths she was when instead of landing on her target, the tray sailed across the cantina and splattered across the table of a loner sitting on her own in the far corner. There was a pregnant pause as many people were in shock at what they just saw. Rose was the first to break the silence as she howled in laughter. A few other chuckles and giggles scattered across the room, but Rose was clearly the one responsible as she helped her unknowing assistant to his feet.

"Thanks for the help bud. That was awesome!"

[Al Ciendra]

Al had moved on from the delicious spare ribs to a steak, it was a nice second snack, not nearly as good as the ribs but a good way to end her lunch, biting into with closed eyes, Al sighed, soon she'd have to go back to class.
Then, suddenly, she opened her eyes as the sound of something flying toward her was caught by her sensitive ears, yet, she was still seated so Al had no chance to escape the explosion of food that flew toward her.
Her face was splashed, her stake was drenched in what looked like salad dressing, and her cloak was soaked and even her mask was newly decorated with food.
Al sat there for a solid second, the second it took for laughter to set in as she quickly pulled her mask down, which was a mistake as more salad got into her face.
Al was simply caught of guard by all this, as she sat there trying to clean herself off.

Then her ears caught the sound of laughter, much louder than all the others, as she saw a girl dressed in red, the obvious cause for her misfortune.
Al looked at her, then her plate.
She had an idea.
As the girl was still laughing, Al picked up her steak, as she got up, steak hidden behind her and with a rapid motion reeled back as with a grunt of exertion the wet slab of meat sailed through the room, aimed at the brunets face, Al was very much looking forward to the wet smack.

[Roisin Treacy]

Rose had just started to recover from her laughing fit when she noticed some nearby faces looking at her with concern. No, not looking at her. Looking past her. The red-head turned in confusion, only to feel a hard slap to the face that echoed across the dining hall. Rose saw only stars for a second – well, stars and meat – before the steak slipped from her face, leaving a greasy trail in its path.

Another round of laughter erupted from the table as Rose stood in shocked silence. Wiping her eyes, she looked across the room in bewilderment. It didn’t long to suspect the culprit. The lone, hunched figure splattered with her catapulted lunch tray looked particularly guilty. Picking up the steak in one hand and rubbing her aching jaw with the other, Rose marched across the room.

“I think you dropped this.” Rose slammed the ruined steak down onto the table between them, eyeing up the other student. The mask hide their face but they appeared female judging by their hair and figure. Rose’s expression was unreadable – possibly angry, hurt, or upset – before a big grin stretched across her face. “That was a hell of a throw! Guess I kinda deserved that for...this.”

Rose made a vague gesture to the horrendous mess of lunch spread over the table and the girl, although she seemed more amused than apologetic.

[Al Ciendra]

Al was still mid giggle as she could hear the girl she hit approach, she was pretty much the same height as Al, a pretty rare sight, wearing a mostly red and pink very eye-catching outfit, Al was not good at reading expression so she couldn't quiet make out what the perpetrator of this altercation was thinking at the moment, was she pissed of for getting her just deserts?
Looking to pick a fight or....

She smiled, it seemed that she did not mind being smacked in the face by a steak, much like Al, who returned to chuckling at the comment of the girl, she did feel pretty proud of that throw, considering Al didn't have depth perception it was one of her better ones.
"You sure did, but guess this just makes us even stevens."
Al said as she got up, now standing at the same size as Rose, extending her hand to the prankster.
"Names Al, nice to meetcha."
Being as passionate as she was, Al gave Rose a firm handshake.

As she then stepped back, the smell of salad dressing was getting on her nerves and there was no way this stuff was good for her clothes either.
The air around Al began to warm up, as her clothes steamed and within a few seconds Al was clean, picking the salad off with her hands and turning the dressing into in a small cloud of steam.
"Much better."