[h3][color=violet]Sabi Fuko[/color][/h3]

Fuko stopped at the top of the school's stairs. Someone was already on the roof for their lunch, which took her favourite spot. She didn't really want to [i]share[/i] the roof either, despite its size. 

'[color=violet]Maybe I'll just go to the cafeteria and watch people trip and ruin their clothes again.[/color]' Fuko thought as she carefully descended the steps. An onlooker would note the similarity in her stair technique with an elderly woman - however, it was due to the likeliness of a nasty fall that Fuko descended the stairs so deliberately.

After an eternity of descent, Fuko strolled down the hall towards the cafeteria. She recognized the room that her club, the Fortune Telling Club, met in as she walked past. The door was covered in talismans sealing wickedness, bad luck, and other similar things. There actually were several layers placed over each other. The oldest ones at the first layers simply sealed bad luck, then over them were talismans sealing curses, and evil spirits, and eventually, the newest ones at the top layer simply said "Sabi Fuko."

Fuko had enjoyed watching the Fortune Telling Club suddenly have nothing but bad omens for any students coming in, and their methods to combat the sudden awful luck. The members of course only cared because the bad fortunes scared off many of their normal visitors. It didn't take them too long to realize who the cause was. Fuko was expelled, of course, and wasn't allowed back in the clubroom. Not that she cared too much. She would just need to find a new club to stay in for a week or so before she was kicked from that and had to repeat the process.

Although the possibility of finding some other place to eat alone was somewhat desirable, Fuko eventually decided to go to the cafeteria. Standing in the doorway, she surveyed a good place to sit. Her eyes settled on the 'popular girl' table, which held mostly Fashion Club types, but quickly moved on. While she would have loved to sit there, give out a few hugs, and let them have something horrible happen to them, there was not really any way she'd manage to sit there without being squeezed out in some way. She would have to stick to one of the emptier sides of the cafeteria.

Fuko set her bentou box down on the table. She had heard whisperings from people she recognized, and was given somewhat of a wide berth by some while others were completely oblivious. Some where simply fascinated in her bentou box, which looked more like a heavy-duty construction container, with large, heavy, locking latches. This was due to necessity, as a normal box would inevitably open in her bag, break when dropped, or otherwise somehow mess everything up for her.

Despite its ruggedness and the dividers inside of the box, Fuko's lunch was [i]still[/i] all jumbled together. She was used to it, however, and paid little mind as she ate it wordlessly. She disinterestedly scanned the lunchroom, taking note of some commotion or fight about to start at the other end of the cafeteria, and daydreaming of a way to get close enough to the Fashion Club group to really let the bad luck rub off on them.