Post by --pandora. on Dec 31, 2007 16:49:45 GMT -5
pandora.
The cafe was rather crowded today and it seemed as though should one try to enter, they would be pushed from door to counter however unwilling they were. To find an empty table was such an exquisite rarity that they were taken in an instant, and those with larger mutations than other seemed to have a rather difficult time maneuvering their way through the throng of waiting customers.
It was the lunch rush and most there were teenagers skipping out of whatever it was they served in the cafeteria.
Among the masses of people was a young woman, who's ears twitched somewhat at the rather annoying level of noise in the small building. With a slight scowl on her face she tried to focus more intently on her book, a thick novel she had been given by her mother by a writer named Stephen King. Books were not rare, here, but ones made by humans were. Her mother claimed to have grabbed it during the first escape, and with n o reason to doubt her, Pandora had taken the book without question.
Pretending it was the most interesting thing in the world, she would simply look up and glare whenever a passerby seemed to look longingly at her table, which housed four other chairs and a booth against the wall, but seated there was only Pandora.
It gave off the impression that she was waiting for someone when in fact she was not. She simply liked her privacy.
She shifted in her seat slightly, the nub beneath her her parents said was a tail rather painfully either bending to the left or to the right. Unlike many of the people around her, her tail was short and stubby, no longer than her own big toe. She was also one of the few second generation Anthros who did not have fur anywhere on her body besides her head, which had a thick, choppy mop of human-like hair on it.
Most people in the city preferred to wear clothing, like their human ancestry dictated they should. Pandora was no exception to this.
She wore a baggy yellow tank top with a plain gray hoodie over that, only partially zipped up. Tight jeans on her long legs and bare feet, also like many around her. Strangely, she had no toes. The ends of her feet were melded together. Her legs were black as the night sky, as were her arms, both mostly covered by the clothes she wore. The dark circles around her eyes made her look always bored with her surroundings, always knowing what was going to happen next.
She ran a hand through her hair, setting down her book momentarily.
Glancing around she breathed in, then out, deeply.
She still hadn't gotten the sandwich she ordered.
The people around her were gushing about the latest happenings in their little city, who had done who and who had won what. She was so tired of it and felt herself just about ready to put a gun to her head when she heard a few high pitched voices beside her, cooing and aweing over the cuter boys in the cafe.
"Oooh, Cherise, look at that one, there!"
"Lila, look over there! That one's looking at yooouuu!"
Enough to make a person gag.
Pandora sighed and hoped they wouldn't notice her like they usually did in school, starting in on terribly stupid nicknames like 'Pandora the Panda!' or 'Dora the dork!'
She rolled her eyes at the though, propping her feet up on the seat directly in front of her, across the table, picking up her book again. People were so stupid.
