tuftsinthewind (tuftsinthewind) wrote in commandhq, @ 2018-02-06 18:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~juniper wrey |
Who: Juniper Wrey & Mira Jagger
What: Just call her Sneaky McFeathers
When: 5th Feb, very late at night
Where: The cafeteria
Rating: G
It had become a new routine for Juniper, one that she'd sort of started getting used to, sneaking out of the barracks and into the kitchen. After getting caught by Dove that one night, she'd started heading out a little later to make sure that it minimised the chance that she'd be caught red-handed sneaking back into her room, though if she was honest with herself the run-in with her teammate hadn't been as bad as she'd been expecting, the other girl had been nice and hadn't stared at her too much.
Still, the thought of being seen by a lot of people was intimidating. In large groups there were always people that stared, that's what her mom had said. Large groups were dangerous. Large groups would jeer and point and make fun.
Walking across the grounds and into the cafeteria, Juniper folded her wings as best she could but they were significantly larger than her and didn't sit flat against her back, instead, the top arch poked over her head and the tips of her primary feathers brushed the floor. She'd given them a good shake outside in the hopes that she wouldn't leave too many behind on the cafeteria floor tonight: last night she'd had a bit of an issue where she'd been trying to pick up the two or three dozen that had fallen. Moulting was a pain, plus having had a shower less than half an hour ago, her wings were still a little damp. Shaking them off on the walk had dried them a bit, but not much. She looked forward to when the weather was warmer.
She approached the self-serve counter and looked at the warm food that was there. She was tempted by it every night but never actually took any. What she took were sandwiches and snacks from the cold-counter: they were easier to take away with her and stash. Hot food wasn't easily transportable and would probably be cold by the time she got it back to her dorm. Plus it usually had quite a strong smell and she was trying her best to be utterly invisible.
Tucking her hair behind her ear, she moved away from the heated area and instead to the large refrigerated cabinet that held a number of sandwiches. Lower lip between her teeth and wings flexing idly behind her, she started perusing those, instead. They were always good to eat, at least, and lasted well until the next day. Her stomach rumbled loudly and she glanced down, shushing it before glancing around to see if anyone was there. So far, so good.