Deep Within

[Karel]

For some time now, he could feel it. Something... something was alive in him - living, breathing and... well, as of now he had yet to identify what exactly 'it' was. One thing for sure... it wasn't him. Alter-ego? Another personality? A ghost that had chosen to possess him? Of all the non-sensical excuses he could imagine, none of them matched his little agenda - and all logic that had sustained his mind up to this point failed to recognise any reason for his recent behaviour. Why was it that sometimes he would awaken - a girl sharing his bed (or the other way around), and he would have absolutely no recollection? It was possible, perhaps that he had drugged himself. Although highly unlikely, that theory was declared void when he felt no headache... no hang over, so he was definitely not drunk. As if his memory of those nights were always wiped clean...

As he sat there, this morning - passing by admin and some bullshit American history, the day as it was seemed to go by and before long it was already lunch. Pushing by with his tray he moved about the cafeteria. A glimpse, and all seats seemed to be taken. How convenient that at this time there was only a single table left - empty. Tray in hand with his bag slung over his shoulder, he walked over and sat himself down at the very edge closest to the wall - placing his bag down by his leg, pressing it up against the table leg to clamp it down so as to prevent potential thieves from having an easy time. The sea of meatbags before his eyes were all focused on their own independent conversations - the occasional eye falling upon him to give off that natural feeling of unwelcoming. Can of vanilla coke in hand, he placed it to his mouth, lips cradling the circular object as the liquid flowed in.

He could of sworn he heard someone speaking to him - but alas, he was too lost in thought.

[Veyugan ~*]

Lunch.

Fun? Nah. Even at 552, he had chosen not to eat lunch, or eat lunch in the halls for the sole reason of evading everyone in his school. However, Veyugan decided that this day, in this new school, he would see what the cafeteria was like. Maybe it would remind him of 552, or maybe he would actually enjoy eating lunch within the cafeteria of PHS# 259. Arriving at the metal doors that allowed exit and entrance into the cafeteria, he wrapped his hand around the metal bar, and thrust the door open. He was careful not to let the door slam against the other side of the wall, and start a commotion that would bring attention from anyone within the cafeteria. Before walking through, his eyes scanned the area intently. It reminded him exactly of 552. Loud, obnoxious, and pointless conversations. Sighing lightly, he made his advance through the cafeteria - to further inspect.

People stared at him - possibly looking at the two foot dagger that stayed strapped to his side, or maybe just Veyugan in general. His eyes didn't fixate on anyone - because he didn't find anyone interesting at all. A scoff emmited from his being, inaudible due to the noise level of the cafeteria. However, one could tell Veyugan was disappointed. Deciding to go to the courtyard, he contined his trek through the cafeteria, coming to a sudden halt in the middle when something grabbed his attention. Standing still, and not turning, his eyes flickered to the left - envisioning the body of Karel Soresu. Him too? Veyugan closed his eyes, and shook his head. Turning ninety degrees, facing his body toward that of Karel, he opened them once more.

"No shit."[/b]

It was him indeed. The man that had taken over Reign of Blood before Veyugan had quit the gang, and left the city. One of the people Veyugan knew that one could call an actual 'friend'. However, in this new town, Veyugan wasn't sure what they were; How did Karel feel toward Veyugan; Was he mad at him for leaving the gang; Did he feel any emotion at all? Veyugan picked the latter of the few. Indifference. A smile spread across his lips as he began an advance upon the man - Karel Soresu.

OOC: I left the spot open for someone to be talking to Karel. Someone else can join in they please.

[Karel]

Maybe it wasn't so much as someone talking, as it was perhaps someone just casting their eyes on him. After all that instinct of his- despite functioning against his own will was something he could never truly get rid of. Although he had no intent on looking around to see who had spotted him, he did want to eat in peace. Looking down at the tray in front of him he counted a few of the more vital things. A happy little burger bun - lettuce and mayonnaise (... at least, it looked like mayo) with a thin slice of tomato. A tandoori chicken pattie inside one of those holed lego plastic bags... probably to let air through; but from what he could see it was just a poor attempt at getting rid of some of that greesy shit.

Fuck, Americans can't cook.

Well it was fine. Right now if he wanted to get that new life - he had to settle for shit like this. As he bit into the burger, his head cleared itself from all that confusing thought. Wow, the healing powers of shit food.