Just.. dinner.

[Luna Katanashi]

++OOC: Private. Evangeline only. This is crappy, because I am blocked.. but I will make it longer in the next post, Eva-chan. x3

Presenting herself lady-like on the counter, she merely ordered fried chicken and rice too. She was planning to eat her dinner, so here she is. The order was just quick, she took the tray and went to a table then placed the tray on it.

She doesn't know on what will transpire next after she eats, but... she will just ensue until she will know.

What to do, what to do. Overall, it is like she is treated like a prisoner or a servile here. And it irritates her, obviously. She can't talk to people, so she will be more esteemable. Just that she isn't an approachable person.

She shot her stomach an accusatory glare. Why would she eat at a time like this? 5:00 AM?

She sighed and just didn't touch her food. She only listened to the students' cacophony of squeals, sounds, chatterings and banterings.

[|.|straw.berry|.|]

[ooc: so early. o-o;;]

It was my first night in Alice Academy. I had tossed and turned in my bed, only getting drifts of sleep. I was so used to my wide room and big bed that my new quarters here seemed...well, it lacked something anyway. And so it went on like that throughout the whole night- and when suddenly, not able to take it no more, I opened my eyes and peered at the clock beside my bed in the darkness and read: 4:55 am.

I groan, turning away and facing the other side. As I did that, the door out entered my view. It was so dark, and it was so cold in here. Where are the heaters? Why isn't my blanket thick enough? And why is that door all the way over there?

I stifled a yawn, pushing myself up to a sitting position. Tired of the door, I turned my gaze to the dresser with the big mirror I had moved in only a while ago- and muttered indistinct complains about my hair. The usual elegant golden locks were all over the bed, forming spirals and whatnot, appearing like snakes. That unnerved me a bit. I stretch my arms, letting a yawn slip this time, before jumping off the mattress and making my way towards the dresser to brush my hair. The carpeted floor tickled my bare toes softly, and I looked at the mirror sullenly as I arrived. Picking up the brush, I slid it a few times through my thick locks. It was silky, like spider thread; I had always admired it that way. Sighing, and thinking that it was best to dress for school later on, I picked up a shawl and draped it over my shoulders before exiting my room and into the lighted corridors outside.

My feet padded softly on cold marble as I reached the canteen. Looking around, I realized that there weren't much people. Seeing the attire I was in, a frilly cotton pajama pair that somehow made me look like a child, I was happy with the lack of students. I placed a palm on my stomach as it started to growl- and making up my mind I walked over to the counter and got what I felt like eating: a bowl of congee.

Congees were good Chinese delicacies, and I was a fan of them since my childhood. Smiling to myself, I walked to the middle of the hall and looked around for a place to sit in; by the far corner, near the window, was a lone female with blond hair. Thinking that it would do somewhat good to me if I at least tried to make friends, I made my way to her and smiled.

"Good morning. May I?" I asked, indicating to the empty seat before her.

[Luna Katanashi]

The grumbling of her stomach harried her so. She actually pondered why she didn't even bring herself to touch her food either. She was even acting a little ingratitude to the counter earlier -- after she mandated the robot. Usually, despite the amnesia, she mutters the words of gratitude when she claims something from a person. But now, she didn't.

Traces of breath danced their way to freedom out from her open mouth. She ignored her ears that were currently suffering from the crowds of noises. Then, she saw a girl coming for her. She was asking if she will eat or just sit with her. Luna merely nodded with a smile -- belied her baffled unhappiness, then was setting aside her tray to the left side, acting careful, so it won't fall.

The table is enormous, but in a normal way. This is just like a restaurant. She waited for the girl to say words of gratitude before some random greetings. Well, if she doesn't, then it must be a little bit of requite for Luna for not having to thank the counter. She is just so different from other arrogant and jealous girls -- and oftentimes, the attrition of her attention to a conversation... especially important ones... irritates people.

She is naive as well. She then, continued her diatribe about herself silently throughout. But seeing the girl here, she stopped immediately after six seconds.

"I'm Luna Katanashi. Nice to meet you."

[|.|straw.berry|.|]

I took my seat beside her instead, since she had already moved to give me space. I'm not complaining. In fact, the only reason why I wanted to sit before her was because I thought it'd be less awkward that way. I placed my tray on the table before me, picking up my spoon and started probing my meal.

"I'm Luna Katanashi. Nice to meet you."

I paused in mid action, finally absorbing the query into my brain. I was too drowsy to even think of anything, and the congee that had interested me earlier was now mush in my eyes. I needed sleep. I needed familiarity. I needed someone to talk to.

"My name's Violet, Luna." I say at last, in my small childish voice. "But I'd rather you call me Evangeline."

There is no hidden reason or wounded past that keeps me from using my first name. It's just because I was happier with 'Evangeline'.

My legs, too short for my age, swung beneath the table, my feet dangling. I raised a hand and pushed away a lock of hair from my face, for my somewhat sloped posture had it fall over my eyes. The rest of my long golden locks traced my small frame, touched the floor. It was so long that I think it may be better to trim it a bit.

Perhaps not.

"Uh..." I start, flushing a bit at my lack of words. I was always so easily embarrassed at my attempts at making friends. "...so...how long have you been here?"

I wasn't really conscious of what I was saying, but thinking back and replaying the words in my head, I guess it did not invoke any harm or rebuke. It was, after all, an innocent question. And I was dying to know. She looked used to the ruckus that surrounded us- though a few, due to the early time- whereas I looked a bit out of place. Frowning, I lowered my other hand and touched the frills that encased my neck. I really probably do look a little out of place. Curse it, I looked like a child. And all the people here looked as if they were...growing older. Mature. Am I really doomed to stay with child's play and dolls?

"...Luna-senpai." I whispered in addition, remembering from my various World studies the Japanese term for an upper classman. She seemed like one, and probably was, after all.

[Luna Katanashi]

'Uh......so...how long have you been here?'

"For... months."

Luna said with brevity. Well, at least that's what the nurse in the Infirmary told her. But Luna actually wasn't staying here for THAT many months. She was just staying here for months like for two or three. It's burdensome, anyway -- not having to keep track on how long have you bonded with the Academy.

'...Luna-senpai.'

Evangeline, huh? So to say, Luna actually wanted to call this alien girl Eva-chan -- but if she wants to be called Evangeline that badly, then it is still not a problem. But it was rare for Luna to be called this way. Luna-senpai. Well, not that she was rankled. It was just pretty rare for her. Her heart pulsated before she decided to speak next.

"What about you... Evangeline?"

[|.|straw.berry|.|]

"What about you... Evangeline?"

I had nodded in accordance to her reply earlier regarding her stay. But there is something quite odd about the way she had said it in a short, almost dismissive way. Was there something wrong? I know I have no right to ask, and I guess it'd be better if I don't, but the next question that had issued from her lips caught me in quite a surprise.

"...me?" I ask, pointing at myself with one slender finger. "Oh, I'm new. I just arrived yesterday."

Whatever the reason, her uncertainty and questioning about my stay is odd. Not impossible though. She must be the type who didn't go out often to meet people, so she might not have had the idea of my being a new recruit. But she did not seem so.

Was she hiding something from me, or was she playing dumb?

"Well, you sure don't look anti-social." I say after a while, disregarding the fact that I was being rude. "I suppose you have plenty of friends."

After the words left my mouth, I bent down to admit my spoon full of congee into my mouth, chewing the small bits of rice and whatever was in it. It tasted well, but my taste buds refused to take in its taste. I felt so shy, so ignorant of all this simple life style. Congees were usually served with slices of garlic bread and some fresh milk in my house. I felt estranged somehow.

[Luna Katanashi]

'...me? Oh, I'm new. I just arrived yesterday.'

"Ah... welcome to the Academy."

She said with the repletion of sincerity in her heart. Yes, welcome to the Academy. Shouldn't she welcome a new student? Besides, it can be an exhilarating exercise for manners. Not that she trusted so much in hearsay, but she heard that this Academy was 'nice and 'powerful'. Does she have to tell Evangeline about the Academy's random labels?

'Well, you sure don't look anti-social. I suppose you have plenty of friends.'

"Perhaps, but I have amnesia, unfortunately, so I can't remember if I have acquainted with so many people here or not."

Ah, she knows. Perhaps, her companion will utter the 'oh, that's sad' or 'too bad, then' or maybe she would just guffaw. Not that it irritates Luna, it's just.. random -- just to say the least. Now, she knows how it feels when she experiences the amnesia. When you get one, it's like you have conundrum thoughts in your head all the time. And people who loves you upsets when you can't remember anything anymore.

[|.|straw.berry|.|]

"Perhaps, but I have amnesia, unfortunately, so I can't remember if I have acquainted with so many people here or not."

I pause in mid action, staring blandly at the food before me. I had not expected quite a reply- people never were direct about anything much. And that was quite surprising.

"Excuse me, you do?" I ask in disbelief. "How..." There were no words that popped into my head. I've never been too sympathetic with anyone before. What was I to say? Simple and meaningless words? Mundane and common replies? Or should I be myself and answer her what I think I would say, despite everything I've promised myself? Yeah. It'd be best to say what I think and feel, and not what I think I should say in a polite and friendly manner.

"How unfortunate." The words came at last, and I marveled at how normal it was. No sneers, taunts, no demands. I took in a deep breath. "People don't get amnesia often, though. But I know you won't be able to recall anything that had happened that had you end up this way. Or do you?"

The rudeness and skepticism arrived. But should I be friendly? Should I try to do something for her, like, hit her head with a pan to help her remember? They'd be useless anyway, amnesia doesn't work like that. Frowning again, my eyes decreased in size, almost in slits. "D-don't take me as a fool." I was starting to stammer now. My drive to make friends was pushing my dang personality complex problems away. Or was trying to. "Luna, Amnesia is serious. Do you know how many people would be hurt because of this?" I whisper at her, ending it all with a hiss.

My eyes widened again as the temper sank back, and I leaned heavily on the seat of my chair, sighing. "I'm sorry. It's just...well, I don't know what to say."

[Luna Katanashi]

'Excuse me, you do? How...'

Well, it would be fine if she doesn't believe anything. And there, Luna could hear the frown and disbelief in Evangeline's voice -- the voice which was the potentate for speaking words. Luna's voice actually was close to its nil value. She merely sighed audibly.

'How unfortunate. People don't get amnesia often, though. But I know you won't be able to recall anything that had happened that had you end up this way. Or do you?'

"I don't remember on what caused my amnesia, but a nurse in the Infirmary just told me everything about Alice Academy, so..."

Her voice trailed off abruptly, taking in some deep breaths. And while speaking out the unfinished explanation, she superceded her voice into a soft one -- trying not to rise it up into anger. Since she couldn't bring herself to speak any longer, she delegated Evangeline to do some speech. Or at least.. a violent one at that.

'D-don't take me as a fool. Luna, Amnesia is serious. Do you know how many people would be hurt because of this?'

"This isn't humorous, I know. But what I am telling you is the truth..."

She told her companion, her temper not rising a bit. She understood that people can't control themselves at times.

'I'm sorry. It's just...well, I don't know what to say.'

"There's no need to apologize.", she assured Evangeline, somehow with an attenuated voice.

[|.|straw.berry|.|]

"There's no need to apologize."

No, there was every need to. I had long told myself that if I wanted to get friends, I had to learn how to control my anger bursts. And what could I do, even her expression told it clear that she wasn't joking around. Her blank eyes and innocent assurance were tall-tale signs of having no clue with what had happened to her. How can I be so mean?

"Still, Luna. Maybe if I have been here much earlier, I could still help you remember some things." I sighed. "But no. I'm completely new. Completely useless. Have anyone else tried to help you with remembering your past?"

A small hope for her, maybe. I'm too surprised with myself for the mean time. Had I really meant those things? After all, I've never been a sympathetic person. Neither was I optimistic. And I had my temper. So what made me say those words of comfort- if ever they're categorized as such? I look at the congee and frowned in disgust. No they didn't.

Then something snapped.

I gave a cry of anger, another sudden burst, but this time way more uncontrollable- and raised my fist. I wasn't going to hit anyone. In fact, I brought my small hand down angrily on the table. Yeah. That helped me tons.

But not as much as- oh, how marvelous sarcasm is- what happened after I pounded the table. I had accidently hit the side of my bowl, and it spilled over me. Sticky warm congee flowed down my front and face; I could feel it slide between my hair. How gross, how embarrassing! What was worse, it did NOT help with my anger problems. It only infuriated me more.

"Gaah! HATEFUL!" I scream out, standing quickly, knocking the whole table a bit forward- just a bit, not as to topple it down. I had my hands curved up, fingers spread like claws. I did not look intimidating though. Just...messy. And insane.

[ooc: Eva-chan is short tempered. ._.]