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Locke

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Gage picked up the plastic knife, examining the dull, saw-toothed edge in the fluorescent light. He was unsure of the utensil's capability of cutting through the cafeteria meat. If it was meat. To be honest, he was unsure of what it was he'd piled on his plate. It never really mattered anyway, he ate little. Most of the time he just got the lunch to make the lunch ladies stop nagging about his apparently skinny stature.

Though most cows could be considered unhealthily skinny, if compared to the average cafeteria woman.

Sighing, he prodded the 'chicken patty' with his fork, merely succeeding in moving it over the plastic tray and spilling a few bread crumbs. Looking about the room, he reached into his fleece jacket and pulled out a sewing needle. Pricking his finger, he winced as the bead of crimson welled up on the pale fingertip, riddled with little red marks from various stabbings.

Slipping the needle away, he grabbed another object. A dark gray stone, spherical in shape. It was largely unremarkable, save for the little lines and whorls etched into its surface and the intricate, full lips protruding from it surface. Gage lowered his finger to the lips, smearing their surface with the blood drop.

Instantly the lips opened, a black tongue running over them and gray teeth latching onto the boy's finger.

Gage roared a curse and tore the thing off his finger. “Don't bite!” He growled at it. The rounded area above the lips wrinkled, as if a forehead with raised eyebrows. “Then don't be delicious.” It replied in an innocent tone, as if he'd been tempted by a devil to bite Gage. “breaded bird again? With gravy too!” The stone exclaimed, lips straining from its spot on the tray to reach the patty. Gage sighed, pushing the food closer. “You make it sound delicious. God knows how, it looks like a squashed dinner roll with lumpy paste on it.” He commented as he watched the rock devour the chicken hungrily, getting gravy on its surface. As he watched, a random thought concerning the location of the eaten chicken popped into his mind. The tongue was also a curiosity.

His bag rose, two bulges moving about inside. A handless clay arm emerged between the zippers and pushed them open, freeing the featureless dolls of clay from their polyester prison. The two were both the size of barbie dolls, completely featureless save for a humanoid shape and a red dot of blood where the face would have been. They walked to either side of his tray and sat down, the dot aimed at the food.

Waving his hand with a moan, Gage relinquished the rest of his lunch as he gave the two figures mouths.
 

birdie

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Sabriel didn't usually eat lunch in the cafeteria, with the rest of his peers. He preferred eating alone, somewhere secluded, partly because there was no one to sit with (besides Carta, of course) but partly because he hated eating in front of other people. Today though he had to make an unwanted journey to the place. Perhaps it was trivial, but, he wanted an apple - all he had to do was walk in, pay for one, and leave, right? Simple enough, he could duck in and out like nothing had ever happened.

Paying for one had been simple enough. Of course the lunch ladies seemed worried about his sickly skin tone and complained that he appeared underweight and attempted to goad him into eating more, but he had politely refused. He did have lunch, just... not here. And it wasn't his fault his metabolism was so stinkin' fast! Sabriel had always been tiny, it wasn't something particularly new to him.

Intending to leave, Sabriel walked past a few tables with his apple in hand, only to slow down a little bit when he came upon a certain boy. There was a rock... and... it looked like it was talking? Shit, he'd forgotten to take his medicine today, hadn't he? This always happened when he didn't take the meds, and lately it had been happening too frequently for him to just ignore them. But... that didn't seem to be the case as he got closer. Interesting.

Taking a bite of the apple, Sabe chewed a few times before leaning over Gage's shoulder, resting his elbows on each of the other male's shoulders and observed the dolls and the rocks.

"What are they for?" he asked, nothing but innocent, childish curiosity showing in his lucid golden eyes.
 

Locke

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Gage watched gloomily as his lunch was slowly devoured by two clay dolls and a talking rock who didn't need it nearly as much as he did. Slowly he reached for the apple, possibly the only real piece of food on the tray. He made a mad grab for it, resulting in the popping of knuckles in the rock's mouth.

“That one's mine.” It said through the mouthful of finger. Once released, Gage seized the finger and groaned. With the sniff on an invisible nose, the rock returned to its meal. Clamping his throbbing finger between his knees, Gage considered giving the rock various uncomplimentary features.

Out of nowhere, someone leaned their arms on his shoulders, as if they were best mates.

Which Gage knew was highly impossible.

Goosebumps stood out on his arm as he flinched, the two dolls realizing his immediate peril of being in contact with another human being. Both jumped up, arms growing rather sharp on the bottoms. Both looked ready to spring at the slightest movement. Flicking his hand, Gage returned them to their doll state, both plopping on their backs with a dry thud.

Looking up, he could make out the upper half of a face through his short red-brown hair. “Erm. They're nothing.” He said, taking advantage of the doll's lifeless states and the rock's silence. Which was broken a moment later, sure enough. “You have some nerve calling us nothing, pipsqueak.” It said with a nasty tone. “Pipsqueak? You're hardly two inches tall. Give me a break.” Gage replied. The rock opened its mouth to reply, but Gage slapped his hand on top, closing it. Withdrawing his suddenly re-throbbing finger, He watched warily. The rock was still.

“I bit my tongue.”

“I never gave you a tongue, so stop whining.”

The rock's mouth pulled up in a grin as it turned slowly to face Sabriel. “This one looks like a dandy. I'm sure you'll make good friends.” Gage stuffed a bread roll in its mouth and gently pushed the boy off him.

“Erm, I'm... Gage.”

"I'm just rock. Never gave me a name, that one. But you call me Mr. Rock."
 
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