the_campus | [FIRST:] Greasy grimey gopher guts

[Taking a moment to peer around the cafeteria, Leo walks over to grab a tray and hesitantly approach the food-counter. Pretty much every option available looks.... equally unappealing.] er....

[Looking up at the rather disgruntled lunch-lady, the German speaks;] Excuse me, ma'am? To be honest, I'm not even sure whether I'm supposed to be here or not... But I can't seem to find the way out, and I was getting a little hungry. So... I was just wondering- do you serve anything here with a little less... well... grease?

[...The lunch-lady merely gives an unamused glare. Leo decides to try again.] I... I don't mean to insult your... fine cooking, it's just--

[Before the rest of the blonde's sentence could even be uttered, a giant glob of... something is suddenly plopped onto Leo's plate.]

................

Is this really..... food..?

[...Whatever it is, Leo supposes it will have to do. With a small sigh, the fighter goes to take a seat and enjoy the free "meal" regardless of it's funny smell.]

((OOC: Well... you've gotta eat, right? Feel free to come and converse with Leo or chat amongst yourselves!))

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[ Jake tugs the plate over and lifts the fork up to sniff at the meal. It's not putrid but, fuck, that's close enough. He presses his lips tightly together and drops the fork back against the plate with a clatter. ]

Service, huh?

[ He'll mirror Nero's actions and shove the plate aside. ]

Yeah, they put me to sleep.

[With a small grunt, Nero gets to his feet. He takes a second to readjust the sling holding up his right arm and then shoots Jake a testing look.]

Do you know anything about this place?

[ The adjustment draws Jake's eyes towards Nero's arm but he plays it off with a shake of his head and gentle rapping against the table. ]

Same as everyone else, which isn't a whole hell of a lot.

Great. How about an idea, then?

[Nero lets out a huffy sigh, turning his head away to look over at one of the other tables.]

Because I sure as hell don't.

Fresh outta ideas.

[ He exhausted those before heading to the cafeteria. ]

Don't take to being cooped up though, something's gotta give. Place has... well, shit that looks like food - should be some way they get it in the building.

Tch, me neither... [Nero adjusts himself in his seat, feeling a bit antsy from being cooped up in this hellhole.]

I tried breaking through the walls, jumping off the room...the door. Nothing.

... 'Bout in the same boat as you though the door? Door was my first choice.

[ Time to bring up that sling, bud. Jake's going to casually nod towards it. ]

Did you get a little too happy about tearing down that wall?

Hey, the door seemed to obvious. [He says with a grin and in good humour.]

[Of course that's short lived when Jake brings up his arm. Nero frowns and shrugs his shoulders.]

Nah, this is from back home.

[ Jake's eyeing it directly now. ]

Think that might've held you back?

[Nero's not exactly comfortable with Jake eying his arm like that, and it may shown in the way he readjusts himself, gazing off to the side.]

If my sword couldn't get through that wall, I doubt my hand would do much.

[ That earns a scoff. ]

Sword? ... Christ, no wonder you couldn't break it down.

[Nero glowers back at him.]

And what would you use? Because my handgun sure as hell didn't work.

[FIRST:] Greasy grimey gopher guts

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Gotta cattleprod my muse back into action here. I'M SORRY FOR FAILING, ANDY.

it's cool bro \o/ nbd

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