[ alisha doesn't give a shit about any wars. it's none of her business — and it sure as hell won't start to be. she wasn't made for this, all this fighting and all this bullshit — she can barely handle having a fucking superpower. ]
[ but what she can handle, however, is a free feast. and while she's sulking and afraid and misses home, she picks up a plate and piles the food on. they don't provide this shit in the community centre, after all — and she might as well make the most of it. it doesn't hurt that this'll make rudy jealous as fuck when she goes back and tells him she dined for free in some bullshit world. ]
[ she's picking up a glass when someone bumps into her. she stumbles, just a little, and her plate tips only slightly. her heart thumps — she's thankful the food she's piled on hasn't quite made itself home on the floor. ]
[ but she's so on edge that her tone shifts into that of a blade. ] Er. [ she frowns and says, rather meanly: ] Watch where you're going.
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[ but what she can handle, however, is a free feast. and while she's sulking and afraid and misses home, she picks up a plate and piles the food on. they don't provide this shit in the community centre, after all — and she might as well make the most of it. it doesn't hurt that this'll make rudy jealous as fuck when she goes back and tells him she dined for free in some bullshit world. ]
[ she's picking up a glass when someone bumps into her. she stumbles, just a little, and her plate tips only slightly. her heart thumps — she's thankful the food she's piled on hasn't quite made itself home on the floor. ]
[ but she's so on edge that her tone shifts into that of a blade. ] Er. [ she frowns and says, rather meanly: ] Watch where you're going.