A Guy Needs To Eat[open]

[Noam Goldstein]

Noam was starving.

He hadn't eaten in 5 hours, which was a lot for a guy like Noam. His first word was "food", after all, and he was almost always hungry. On a free day, you could either find him flying around while singing, hanging out with friends, or eating, all were almost equally likely. Though, eating and singing/flying were the most probable. Some would call Noam strange for it, but he couldn't care less. What other people thought of him and what he thought of himself were two different things- and to himself, Noam was the coolest guy ever. Who could compete with someone like him?

He grabbed quite a bit of food, and piled it onto his tray. Most who didn't know Noam would be skeptical if he could really eat all of that food. Those who did know him wouldn't question the amount on his plate- they'd just ask him why he didn't get more of it. He picked his friends wisely, mainly based off of how awesome he thought they were, what they thought of him, and how "different" they were. The stranger, the better.

He sat down at a table, alone for now. He waved over someone.

[Olivia Gallows]

And that someone, today, would be Olivia.

Cafeterias were the bane of the girl's existence, pretty much. For someone who was usually reserved and preferred the silence of the library or at least the privacy of her own dorm room in addition to not preferring the noises of crowds, Olivia had been pained to yield to her stomach's loud demands for nourishment and had accordingly dragged herself to the one place in the school where there would be food.

Hence the rather dark, scowling expression on her face as she appeared near the door of the cafeteria that day, her journal of all things unimportant in one hand, book bag on one shoulder, and daintily dressed in a collared, dark knee-length dress with black stockings and shiny lady's loafers. And sulking.

Immediately, she made her way to the food line and started grabbing everything edible she could see - Olivia was not picky about food, if nothing else - before getting the heck out of there and scanned the tables for an empty, viable spot to sit down, load herself full of nutrient and then get going. How could meal times ever be enjoyed in such a noisy, unsanitary and crowded place?

That was when she caught the appendage waving back and forth in the air, and the boy who was doing the waving in the first place. Olivia stared at him in surprise, wondering if he had indeed been gesturing at her...and then decided he was at a decently lonely table. Why not?

With that in mind, Olivia picked her chin up and marched toward him in a very all-important manner, and then sat down at the opposite end of the table he was currently inhabiting. Then she opened her notebook, retrieved a pen from her bag which was then dropped onto the chair next to her, and proceeded to completely ignore Mr. Goldstein.