Pre-game ✥ ℰmpty Hearted ✗ Open ✗
Cans litter the floor around a small girl eating her lunch. She’d skipped the last class and with it, lost track of time until now. When had she entered the clubroom...? She couldn’t remember, but it was earlier than most of the others. That should be a good thing for them, really, she got the prep-work done and minimized on potential awkward interactions. The smell of paint was foggy, familiar and kind of overbearing all at once. But it was familiar, and in this large school filled with strange faces and too many rooms, there was that. There was always that.
Still, familiar though it was, the smell was becoming a bit much and the last thing she wanted was someone to arrive and give her grief. She crosses over to a window and as the strong smell swirls out she hears the click of a door. And the gentle tonk of one of the many empty cans she’d left on the floor.
Maybe she should’ve cleaned those up, but she hadn’t really thought about it much, nor cared.
Whatever.
She makes her way back to her lunchbox, tiny and compact and just stares at the club member before turning away. It’s quite the image, really, a girl just eating by herself like a squirrel surrounded by an army of empty cans. Hopefully no one trips on those. She feels... by them being here she should say something, a ‘hello’ or ... ‘how are you’...
Alright then. She can do that.
“... This is mine, just so you know.”
Nailed it.
