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Post by rotod2 on Aug 2, 2009 22:31:12 GMT -5
Leo sighed, pushing the door to Wasatch Eatery opening with his elbow. He looked a bit tired, the weekend truly placing its mark on his face. Monday afternoons were the worst. School was always out on the weekends, and like most college kids, Leo took advantage of this free time to spend the days asleep and the nights away with friends. Well, he was sure he could hide his exhausted persona behind a mask of caffeine - coffee, to specify his likings.
He looked around the large dining hall searching for any familiar faces in glance. None, unfortunately, sparked his memory. Instead of finding a table right away, or a group to chat with, his first stop was the beverage cooler. It was the size of a large mini-fridge, sitting atop the metal counter near the salad bar. He opened the chilly compartment and pulled out a large bottle of Mocha Frappuccino, Starbucks brand, despite his favor of Bigby Coffee.
Sitting the tall glass bottle on a common red cafeteria tray, he watched the few people in the row ahead of him pick food up and move toward the cash register. Following along with them, Leo placed some food items on his tray. Those of which included his favorites: cheese French fries, a chocolate glazed donut, and an apple. Well they were not very healthy, minus the apple.
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Post by jason andrew irving on Aug 2, 2009 23:29:52 GMT -5
  With a groan, Jason pushed open the door to the University’s eatery, relieved for a break. His latest science class was giving him a headache. The lecture he had just got out of made no sense to him and they had a test coming up later in the week. Of course it didn’t really help that it was a Monday and he was beyond exhausted. Usually he did okay when it came to getting enough sleep for school, but for some reason he hadn’t been able to actually get to sleep; tossing and turning for what felt like hours. Finally around eleven thirty, he had stormed down stairs, armed with his bright green polka dotted blanket and Cherry Coke pillow, grumbling to himself the whole way, and decided to try to sleep on his couch. Only around one did he actually fall asleep, his phone waking him up only six hours later with an annoying default ringtone.
Stuffing his rather large book underneath of his arm and stifling a yawn, he stepped in the line, glad to see their supply of Starbucks hadn’t run out. It wasn’t nearly as good as their freshly made drinks, but it would work; it was better than walking around like a zombie for his last two classes. As he picked up one of the trays, he set his book down on it, giving it a slightly cold look. Why wasn’t he understanding this? Anytime something came hard to him, whether it was in school or not, he tended to get rather frustrated and this was no different. Sliding down the line, he looked at the food suddenly realizing he was starving and sighed, trying to decide what exactly he wanted. Looking farther down, his stomach sort of did a little flip as he looked at all the fried food and he shrugged to himself, obviously not in the mood for that. Looking into the cooled section, he picked up one of the salads, his nose wrinkling as he saw a few slices of tomato on the top. They weren’t his favorite vegetable, or fruit, whatever they happened to be, that was for sure. Either distracted by the tomatoes or just from lack of sleep, he nearly missed the dressing and had to reach back to pick up one of the larger packets of ranch and a fork.
After finishing up in the line, he picked up the tray and glanced around the large eatery, not really surprised that he didn’t see a lot of people he knew. Most of them graduated the previous year and didn’t plan on coming back for any reason while he still had four more years to go. He still kept in touch with them, of course, but it didn’t really bother him to not know too many people at the school; he made friends well enough. With a little sigh, he sat down at an empty table, opening up the large, plastic box with his salad in it. After he picked off the three tomato slices with a disgusted look and placing them in the lid of the box, he drenched what was left in the dressing he had picked up, mixing it all up with his fork. Sticking the little plastic fork in the mixture lettuce, cheese and other vegetables so it stuck up, he grabbed his bottle of cold coffee and opened it, taking a long drink, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he did. Setting it down, he picked up the plastic fork again, pushing the salad around before stabbing some of it and taking a bite.
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Post by rotod2 on Aug 3, 2009 21:04:24 GMT -5
Leo paid the $4.96 for his meal before turning away from the cafeteria worker, running the register, to glance over the dining hall once more for a seat.
Although large, thick windows separated the air-conditioned eatery from summer sun, heat still seeped into the building and hid in squares of light that illuminated the ground. He narrowed his eyes, the reflection to bright to handle just yet. Nearly everyone sat in a shady booth or table yards away from the few windows lining the cream-painted walls. Only a few sat in the warmth, none he knew – but one.
Jason, Irving, if he remembered the fellow’s surname correctly. A few weeks came and went since their first meeting in the park. Through out that time, they became close enough to call friends.
Jason looked a bit sickened while picking tomatoes off his salad, as Leo headed toward the table. “Can I eat with you?” He asked, after waiting for Jason to finish the large swig of cold coffee. Martin greeted his friend with a smile, - and exhausted eyes.
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Post by jason andrew irving on Aug 3, 2009 21:42:02 GMT -5
Looking up as he heard another man’s voice, he grinned to see one of his friends and nodded his head. “Yeah, of course,” he said, a smile still on his face. When he had met the other man, it had been not long after he and Ana’s relationship had taken a turn for the worst and long before he bought the brace for his wrist, so every movement he made with it had caused a sharp pain to shoot through it. It was doing better now, though there were times when he moved it funny or picked something up, like his little brother, and it would suddenly hurt, making him stop what he was doing, just for a moment.
Seeing the exhausted look in Leo’s eyes, he chuckled weakly. “You look about as tired as I feel,” he said as he picked at his salad, stabbing a couple pieces of ranch-soaked lettuce with the fork and picking it up to his mouth. It never really made sense to him but whenever he was tired, he tended to have this sort of lunch. Anything heavier just sort of turned his stomach. Perhaps it was because he knew he’d end up going back to his house and crashing and waking up with a large lunch in his stomach wouldn’t feel good. Whatever the reason was, large salads covered with some sort of deli-meat were his food of choice when he was worn out.
With a little sigh, he stabbed the fork into the salad again and picked up his large science book, flipping to the section he had just taken notes on. Shaking his head as he read a paragraph twice, his lips pursed, he continued to eat his lunch, a clearly frustrated look on his dark face. “Sorry, I‘m not much company today. I‘ve got a test on this later this week and this does not make sense at all,” he said with a little shrug, obviously unhappy that he didn’t understand what he was learning.
Reading the page for a third time, he shook his head and shut the book with an annoyed huff, pushing it away from him and Leo. “That’s just going to have to wait until I’m more awake,” he said, his tone aggravated. Shaking his head, a little laugh slipped from him. “It’s giving me a headache. Anyways, what have you been up to?”
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Post by rotod2 on Aug 10, 2009 22:53:11 GMT -5
Leo placed his tray on the table across from Jason. “Just about,” He smirked while pulling out a chair, “Rough weekend.” He gently brushed the air near his hand away, in a dismissive gesture in an attempt to forget not only the memory, but also the physical exhaustion of sleepless binging. Leo picked up a French fry and took a bite. The cheese was for nachos and beef, which made the meal taste less than its best. He did not have much to complain about though since he was hungry and food was food in his eyes.
Clearly frustrated, Leo listened patiently at Jason’s rant on schoolwork. The doughnut soon became crescent in shape. “Not much,” He said. “Schoolwork, enjoying whatever free time I have. Nothing has changed. How about you?”
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