Lynne Masters (shear_genius) wrote in oblivionrp, @ 2009-04-15 15:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | kaz, kaz and lynne, lynne |
Who: Kaz and Lynne
Where: the Grill on the H Deck
When: Around 1 pm
Warning: Langauge probably
After having gone to the medical bay with Noah to get patched up, Lynne decided to go get herself some lunch. Alone. She needed a minute to clear her head; too much too fast kept creeping into her thoughts and in spite of knowing how she felt and what she wanted as well as how Noah felt, Lynne just couldn't shake the feeling that it was too good to be true and she was just setting herself up for another disappointment.
Lynne made her way to the H Deck, however subconsciously intentional it was to make her way toward the place where she and Noah first met, and decided against the buffet - consciously intentional - and instead headed to the grill. A burger would rock her fucking world right about then.
The room was still a wreck, but it looked like the staff was making good progress cleaning it up. It was getting there. Tiny shards of broken glass that had been missed by broom bristles caught the light and sparkled. Lynne was still afraid to really, truly survey the damage in her own room. She'd gone in, changed her clothes, and gotten the hell back out. The idea that what had happened was real and not a nightmare only made her feel sick to her stomach and nausea was no good when a person was hungry as hell.
Her hip was still throbbing and her back ached, but her main concern was the possibility of ruining her favorite pair of jeans, should the wound start bleeding again and bleed through the layers of gauze. She was a little cold, too, for having worn a tank top, but when she'd tried to wrestle herself into a t-shirt, the knot in her shoulder from where Noah had decked her one had protested the movement. The tank top had been easier to get on, even if she did sort of resent the top for showing off the nasty bruise she'd accumulated from the punch. Having tucked her hair behind her ears and leaving one large, long chunk of it hanging over the front of her shoulder and down toward her chest was an intentional attempt to cover said bruise, even if she hated her hair down when she was eating.
There weren't many people around. For such a big ship, Lynne did find it a little weird that she really only seemed to notice other people when she was in one of the clubs, but then again, it was a big ship. Settling into one of the booths with her meal, Lynne poked at the burger and sipped her drink. Man, yeah, she had needed a minute to herself, but maybe she should've done it after dragging Noah down for lunch, because now she felt like an idiot eating alone.
"Oh, life is so fucking tragic," she muttered sarcastically to herself, rolling her eyes and taking a bite of the burger. You're being such a drama queen. Who cares if you eat alone? Nobody except you, so quitcher bitchin, she thought.
Her eyes scanned the room and she noticed a few people milling around. One of them caught her eye if only because he looked vaguely familiar. She knew she didn't know him, but maybe he just looked like someone she did know. Leaning forward in her seat, she couldn't help herself from staring at him, studying his face as she tried to figure out who, exactly, he looked like. At least the little game she was playing with herself just then distracted her from the fact that she felt stupid sitting there alone, so that was a plus.