Post by Bon Bon on Mar 28, 2014 12:33:06 GMT -6
Bon Bon's eyes swept over the cafeteria. It was a grey, rainy day (go figure), and she was looking for an equally desaturated person. Octavia... Medley, or something. She'd never met her, really—seen her around Lyra a time or two, but never properly introduced herself. But today, she thought, gripping the rounded corners of her little red plastic tray; today that was gonna change.
The usual din of Canterlot High's cafeteria was going on around her. Conversations everywhere, sometimes a high laugh when someone found Grumpy Cat on their phone or a few discordant notes from that guy who always brought in his guitar. (What kind of person spends that much effort to take their instrument to lunch, anyway? At least with Lyra it wasn't that big...) The patter of rain outside barely registered with the rest of the noise, but if the weatherman was right it'd be thundering soon.
Not an appealing forecast to Bon Bon. She was in a bright, red-and-yellow pattern sundress with an autumny orange jacket and a pair of matching tights; she'd dressed for sunlight. And warmth. Instead? Grey sky and goosebumps. At least she had decent boots that wouldn't soak her feet. Wet socks were the worst. Possible. Thing.
Still, none of it was going to distract her. She was gonna get this Octavia girl on the show, so she had to get to know her a little first. Make sure it wasn't all awkward and stiff when she came on. Plus, getting to know one of Lyra's friends wouldn't hurt either.
She marched purposefully through the aisles, glancing at this table and that in her search—musicians here, nerds there, rich kids, chess club... where the heck did Octavia sit? She had to have a place somewhere Bon Bon could butt in, right?
"Ugh, man..." she muttered, perturbed. "Where is she? This chick is like a gho–Ah!" She stopped abruptly, stumbling back from the girl she'd nearly barreled straight into. "Oh! S-sorry, I— ...Wait."
Black hair, refined atmosphere, cute face. This must be her. A grin split Bon Bon's face instantly. "You're Octavia, right? Lyra's friend? Do you mind if I sit with you today?" She held up her tray a bit, which had a paper bag on it in addition to the standard-serving school lunch. "I bring good tidings."