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(T)he school cafeteria.

Elliot sat down at a table with a tray of food. He took a cautious bite of his sandwich. it tasted normal. or maybe out tasted weird. He would have no idea, would he? What even was normal to him??

(( if that aint an exestential crisis right there ))

Apollo walks in and spots Elliot. He grabs a tray of food and walks over to him. "Hey, can I sit here?" he asks.

"I dunno, can you go f(nope) yourself?" he muttered, snorting. he took another bite of his sandwich.


{{i'm sorry for my meeeeaaaaannn boy}}

Julia walked in

(( it's okay ))

Apollo sits down anyway. "I was gonna sit down anyway, just wanted to see how you'd respond." he says with a smirk.

"hi" Julia said

Apollo looks up at Julia. "Hi!" he says cheerfully.

Elliot groans. "Wow, could you two keep your cheerful BS to yourselves? Some people have dignity you know."

Apollo stares at Elliot. He tilts his head and smiles.

Elliot fiddled with his bracelets, twisting them aroudn his wrist absentmindedly. "Whatever," he murmurs, taking another bite of his sandwich and plunging into existential horror yet again at how familiar yet alien it was all at once.
{{also completely unrelated but this is a really good site: she has stuff for blushing, shrugging, overused words, it's great}}

Dani came in with a hoodie over her head, gloves on. looking around

Elliot didn't react, at least not externally.

Dani sits down on the floor

Julia smiled

Dani puts her earbuds in and separates herself from the world

Dani had it on a sad song playlist

Ava {“Underestimate me. That’ll be fun.”} wrote: "Hunter put her headphones on, listening to 100 Bad Days. "Remember when we all got drunk?
I ended up with two broke thumbs
Oh my God, I felt so dumb, lucky me" She said quietly."

{{ajr, yeah!}}

Dani was stress-typing her mom

Elliot, meanwhile, was having an internal existential crisis and eating a sandwich.

Dani was singing "water fountain" by Alec benjamin

Dani looks around

people socializing in their social groups

her introvert self says 'just be you'

{{you're not being harsh you're just challenging someone who isn't usually challenged and really needs to be. thanks for the reminder not too lower myself to other standards when writing :D}}
Elliot pushed a slip of paper across the table to Hunter. It said something I will not repeat for fear of scalding the hearts and minds of any and all who read it. He mumbled something that sounded like "go fish" but was likely much more profane. Elliot took a sip of his Generic Carbonated Beverage�� and tried not to grimace as the bubbles practically burned off his tastebuds.

Elliott blinked and scoffed at her. "Really, that's the best you've got? I don't care? That's some weak a(no) bulls(oops) and you know it." He ate more of his sandwich and wallowed in self-pity some more.

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The rule explains itself. ..."

{{no, i'm glad you reminded me of the rules i hold myself to as a writer. if you're actually a mediocre writer, it's not hard to write 3 lines if you try. this way i can prove to myself that i'm not a useless peice of dirt}}

{{i mean so long as it's not disruptive i don't really think it matters personally???}}

Apollo steals Elliot's sandwich and rips it in half. He hands one half to Elliot and eats the other. "Now you can be mad at something. The now nonexistent half of your sandwich. Wonder where it went..." he says with a smirk.

Elliot fumed, unsure of what to say but sure that he was angry. "You just- what?" He picked the worst thing to nitpick. "Technically that wasn't half of my sandwich since I've already eaten about a third of it. So really, you only stole a third of my sandwich." 'What even was that? "You only stole a third of my sandwich"? Get your s(oops) together!' Elliot glared at Apollo as he took a long slurp from his drink. It was hard to maintain said glare, as his mouth was being corroded by fruit-punch flavoured acid.

Apollo smiles and pulls out a crossaint from his bag. He rips it in half and hands one half to Elliot.

(( love is carbs ))

{{that's at least a good 20% of it}}
Now this, Elliot was truly shocked by. He snatched the croissant quickly with slightly shaky hands, as though he was afraid his croissant privileges would be revoked. He looked at it, eyebrows raised, and bit into the corner. It was soft and buttery, although lukewarm and slightly squished. It was amazing. He peeled apart the layers, forgetting for a moment the source of the croissant in favour of dissecting his pastry of choice. After eating one of the smaller strips, he looked up and remembered exactly who had given this flaky treat to him. His face cooled from delight to indifference and quickly finished his sandwich.

Apollo smiles and slowly savors his piece of croissant. "Glad you like it. My name's Apollo. Nice to meet yall." He says after finishing his piece. He pulls out a pen and a composition notebook. The composition notebook is obviously used. The spine has clear tape on it and there are doodles on the side. He twirls the pen skillfully and opens the notebook, writing frantically, as if when he stops, he loses any glimmer of an idea he might've had.

Elliot, relieved at any distraction that may cause the Croissant Giver to forget about his passionate croissant disembowelment fest, engaged with Hunter in the usual manner. "I'd say you can call me Rhodes, but I'd rather you not call me," he answered, not looking up from his food.

Apollo grins, leaning forward into the table. "You're really a buzzkill. A croissant loving buzzkill though, so you're good in my book." He says quickly, before resuming his scribbling in his notebook.

Apollo smiles. "Nice to meet cha, Hunter who's not a guy." he jokes. He doesn't look up from his notebook, continuing to write.

"All of us did"

Dani said

Elliot was relieved to be left alone to his wallowing. He finished his drink and eyed the rest of his croissant. It would be a waste to not eat it, even if someone else had given it to him. He took a piece of it and ate it, chewing thoughtfully. Why did he even care if someone gave him something, really? It was a good croissant. Of course, he'd never say any of this out loud. He heard an incessant scritching sound, and he looked up to complain, but something stopped him. 'I have better crois- things to eat- do.' he reminded himself.

Apollo nods absentmindedly as he continues to scribble in his notebook, only stopping to erase things.

Apollo nods again. "But this place isn't so bad." he says, not looking up from his notebook, reading over what he's written.

"not so bad, but not great either"

Dani says

"Are you okay?"

Dani asked Hunter

Apollo doesn't flinch and looks up. "Great," he says, obviously bored.

Elliot cursed, glancing at Apollo before looking up at Hunter. He watched the shadows disperse as if they had been shattered, and he couldn't help but gape at Hunter, astonished.

"What just happened?"

Dani asked very confused

He flinched. "If you have a home." he retorted bitterly. "You could be an orphan for all you know." He scowled at his hands. Did she remember more than him? What was it about him? What had he forgotten? Did he even miss it?
{{sorry for the late responses, internet problems}}

"And if our family cared, they would look for us, right?"

Dani said

"We all don't remember"

Dani says

Apollo nods. "I don't remember a thing. I only came with my notebook."

Dani shrugged