PrinceAlexus

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Victoria looked over at nearby table and decided to swap over, better than eating on her own moving the tray over awkwardly one handed and noticing the older one she did recognise out her year, not seen him in a while.

Placing thr last item over Victoria psat back down leaning the stick against her leg and leaving back resting on arm near her elbiw safer, not too heavy, most her stuff was in locker.

"Oh hey. I'm sure your in my year? Victoria Romus? I seem to remember you from... Maybe English... I dunno, the book sent me half asleep."

Noticing the younger one, year or two maybe. Engrossed in a book and quietly hiding on the edge of the dining hall. Least this was out of the way of the main traffic going two and throw about the school.

"hope you Don, t mind, needed some company. Had a intresting morning..."

Her eyes caught a taller guy, black clothes in a corner a second. Grey eyes flashing ice cold a second just scanning the room. It was Elsa guy, great. Also noticing Emily's in the queue for food, Gah, be quicker to maybe take a packed lunch it seemed.

@Cruallassar@Jaded@Ciaran@neogreggory@knifeman

Project Quadrennial (Forever Open)

Victoria hated one thing about lunch. No one thought about it until you had one arm having to help you walk. A tray... You balence it and risk losing lunch. You buy a meal that's one handed but miss out on cooked food half thr timr, or you have to be embarrassed and ask for help.

In summer it was less busy, easier to balence oene handed and this was packed tigh.t. First few weeks, and winter where the worst. Balence was out, she had already lost her lunch a few times too.

Queuing up, and getting help from one of the staff Victoria Sat down on a free table looking out for a friendly face, or someone she knew. Pretty normal food though thr desert was overly sweet for most, she loved it.

Victoria was slightly embarrassed to ask, but she had to admit carrying a tray one handed across a jostling dining hall was a fools errand. Staff would help, her medical plan made sure of it, but still it made the obvious difference so stark between her and others.
Not that her 4'9 he height, skin so white she could probbly blend into snow was not obvious at all. Least she had manged to keep her blonde hair and grey eyes... Being a living ghost would be even worse.

The Room

First 100 pages down, only 3800 more to go until we catch up to the last thread!

@Overlord Thraka

It only took about 2-3 years. No bigggy lol.

Project Quadrennial (Forever Open)

Victoria easily handled the ICT class, coding was something she had already learnt most of the basics and things just fell into place, ahead of some of the others she had time to think and decided to check her old year book pictures on the schools computer system.

Hmm... Maybe that name.. Jerome might ring a bell if she saw a old picture.

Finding nothing as she had to soon head off to Russian, though he seemed her year, it was slightly bugging not to be able to place a name. Russian went well ernough, modern Grammar vs old Grammar, boring but she has always excelled at the speaking rather than technical grammar side.

Slowly walking to the English corridor, there was a easier set of stairs to take but a longer route so she headed to English via the quieter way, mostly a haunt off quiet spots for couples and people who wanted to evade some of the crowds. One applied. The other was not so likely, maybe college... Elsa. Damned frozen movie...

Standing about, she looked round for someone she knew waiting for class to start, English. Too subjective even if they now chose better books that earlier grades.

Strangely. Jarod, Emily, they treated her better than junks, hmmm. She probbly have to try and catch up with them at lunch. Plus that guy creeped her out abit.

(If needed add on...)

, with English over she began her slow walk, was there any kind other for her now? Heading to the lunch area, it was always problematic and stuck to somthing she could carry one handed.

Always asking for help to carry a tray was embarrassing.

The Room

*Dr walks into the bar having placed a small token on thr grave out of respect. Heading to the bar afterwards. *

*looks round seeing the various strange folks and sitting at the bar and relaxing back with a beer, interested in what on earth the bird headed mutant is. Obviously possessing some power thats not explained by science, strangers and obviously alien peoples and powers*

So. I guess it's customary to offer a toast to the fallen?
He did help stop the storm. It probably saved us from certain doom.