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[sub][color=#9370DB][b]Location:[/b][/color] Class -> Cafeteria
[color=#9370DB][b]Time:[/b][/color] Morning
[color=#9370DB][b]Mentions:[/b][/color] Felix Ivanov [@Otterpop]
[color=#9370DB][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] Felix Ivanov [@Otterpop], Open [/sub]
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[indent]Jason's early morning class had just ended and he felt a tad hungry. Today he was too lazy to make his own lunch and figured he'd grab something in the cafeteria. He had an a few hours before his next class anyway. That particular class was draining to sit through. The professor flew from concept to concept at blinding speeds, luckily he managed to keep pace with his teachings. As he ambled through the halls he let out a heavy sigh thinking of the class. The group ahead of him, who had been shooting him leery glances, stopped and parted to the sides.

The group of people refused to meet his confused gaze as Jason sauntered pass them. The confusion wouldn't last as his thoughts wandered back to the class, his mind was back on autopilot. A few minutes would pass before he suddenly felt a chill run up-and-down his spine. It felt creepily familiar somehow, nostalgic even. Ah, it clicked in his head. It was a fight-or-flight response, the kind he gets just before a brawl. As adrenaline coursed through him he pivoted his head around, looking for something- anything. The hallways were oddly empty and deathly silent. His gaze fell over his shoulder, and he could see long fingers wrapped around a corner. 

	[color=#9370DB]"What the fuck."[/color] Jason spat out unconsciously, his heartbeats grew louder with every thump. His right shoulder began aching. He rubbed his eyes and like that, it was gone and sound of idle chatter slowly returned.

Jason would be lying if he said that that wasn't a frequent occurrence. He always tried to dismiss it as stress overloading his mind, but it felt less and less convincing the more it happened. The dull, throbbing pain of his shoulder was a sobering reality check; it reminded him that he wasn't [i]just[/i] hallucinating. He rested his arm on a wall and let out a few panicked breaths. He felt like his heart run a mile a minute, he let it settle before he began moving again. In fight-or-flight scenarios he always chose fight, however in this scenario, his primeval instincts blared one continuous warning; [b]RUN[/b].

With a final drawing breath he collected himself. His hunger seeming to have faded. Despite this he arrived infront of the cafeteria and since he was there he may as well eat and settle his nerves. Entering the cafeteria, he found it slightly packed. Most tables were full. A student holding a tray bumped into the inattentive Jason, causing him to drop his food and splatter some of it on his jacket. The student looked incensed and turned towards the offender, likely with a few choice words. His figure shrank back as he recognized who it was. 

	[color=#9370DB]"Sorry that was my fault. Mind was somewhere else. I'll pay for-"[/color] Jason stopped himself as he realized the boy had already ran away after hastily picking up his wrapped food and tray. 

Left standing on the floor with mashed potatoes dripping off him, Jason shrugged and continued to the counter. With a handkerchief he cleaned his jacket. He had more troublesome thoughts to worry about. Finally arriving to the counter he ordered a simple wrapped garlic chicken bread with soda. He scoured the room for an empty table. Luckily he spotted a student sitting alone. He wasn't entirely sure of the etiquette, as he didn't use the cafeteria often, but he figured asking would be best.
 
	[color=#9370DB]"Hey. May I take a seat?"[/color] Jason asked the student- Felix, who had a panicked looked about him. [color=#9370DB]"Actually, are you alright?"[/color]
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