from the perspective of someone walking in the front door of popâs, the diner appeared to be a hub for joy, containing smiles, milkshakes and laughter all around. until, of course, your eyes landed on dorcas. her attitude was nearly opposite the energy circulating the room, complimented by her outfit of all black. it was like looking at a fresh garden of colorful roses and the one in the center was very simply, dead.Â
beyond the physical appearance though, the words from the girlâs mouth werenât particularly dark at all. âwhy is square dancing a requirement in american education?â dorcas propped her head up on her palms. despite the potentially amusing comment, her facial features appeared indifferent and her voice lacked inflection. her lips curved neither up nor down and her eyes were disengaged, staring at the clock on the far side of the wall. dorcasâs elbows leaned atop the edge of the long diner table. sheâd been sitting at the island for the past half hour, slowly picking at her fries and milkshake. her thoughts had wandered, and unfortunately landed in a deep criticism of standardized education. back and forth comments between her and pop tate werenât uncommon, although by common rule word of their conversations never left the two of them. unknowingly, at the time of her comment pop was on the other side of the diner, and dorcas was really just talking to herself. âcotton eye joe my ass.âÂ
her day hadnât necessarily gone poorly, but it hadnât gone well either. although the academic side of school was the least of her troubles, socially, she hadnât seen much of prudence or agatha all day. it was strange. not necessarily an awful thing, but admittedly unfamiliar. sheâd never really had enough time away from the girls to get to properly know anyone else- as if the two would actually oblige by the idea of her having any other positive relation in her life. she looked up, swiping a french fry through her milkshake before taking a bite.Â
after her whole incognito mode, the raven haired girl tried to stay away from limelight as much as possible. blue was very aware of the danger that she was going to be presented soon and for once in her life, she was scared for her own life. she had nobody on her side--other than the ghoulies but in a heartbeat, blue knew better than to trust them since all of them would turn on her. for the past few weeks, nothing but guilt had ran through her veins and for once she wasn't being a coward.Â
her stomach had started to rumble, so she tried her best to keep her anxiety under control. however as she entered riverdale's most famous landmark---what some of the locals referred to it as. she couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief as she listened to he girl's chatter. 'you, okay over there?', blue asked the female as she raised an eyebrow towards her. she hadn't ordered her meal, yet but something had basically compelled her to go sit towards the auburned colored female.Â
grabbing herself, she sat herself down across from the female as she couldn't help but laugh at her comments. 'you're an odd one, has anybody ever told you that?', blue spoke in a calm manner, extending her hand for the female to shake, 'I'm Blue. You're not from around here, are you?'
