Post by Charlotte Simone on Jan 8, 2007 17:15:21 GMT -5
It was nearing mid-day, the clocks hands creeping ever closer to the large printed 12, but at the current moment they rested just a few minutes past 11 o'clock am. The cafeteria was slowly starting to become occupied, but it was still far from filled. The day was rainy and rather chill, a dull gray natural light sneaking in through the numerous windows in the eatery. Charlotte entered the cafeteria alone, heading over to the counter to purchase something to eat. Charlotte was in the forced habit of eating four small meals a day. She ate at 7 am, 11 am, 3 pm, and 7 pm for the most part. She tried not to deviate from her eating schedule. After all, her life depended on it. A long time sufferer of various eating disorders, Charlotte developed cardiac arrhythmia and in order to avoid the risk of heart palpitations she needed to eat regularly. She, of course, was not overly thrilled with that.
After Charlotte had paid for her lunch, she took a seat by herself at a relatively small table intended for no more then four people to gather at. Her tray was positioned directly in front of her and displayed a spread of an apple, a small dry salad, and a bottle of water. She poked at the lettuce in her salad with her plastic cutlery, frowning as she regretted not opting to pack her own lunch. This was just not up to par. She crossed her legs in a very ladylike fashion and scanned the room once before stabbing a piece of lettuce and allowing it to pass between her lips. It tasted bland and a bit wilted, but Charlotte forced it down.
After Charlotte had paid for her lunch, she took a seat by herself at a relatively small table intended for no more then four people to gather at. Her tray was positioned directly in front of her and displayed a spread of an apple, a small dry salad, and a bottle of water. She poked at the lettuce in her salad with her plastic cutlery, frowning as she regretted not opting to pack her own lunch. This was just not up to par. She crossed her legs in a very ladylike fashion and scanned the room once before stabbing a piece of lettuce and allowing it to pass between her lips. It tasted bland and a bit wilted, but Charlotte forced it down.
