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Who: LeBlanc, Irvine, Open
When: Afternoon.
Where: Training Center/Cafeteria [ Balamb Garden ]
What: Lunchtime =)
Rating: To be announced





Crimson lips formed to a slight smirk as her razor-blade-like fan dug into the small bite bug. A loud screech sounded before it fell at her feet and vanished.

LeBlanc wiped her forehead, sighing at the weakness of the training centers fiends. She had yet to have a real challenge, minus that time she was ambushed by 6 caterchipillars. Thats when her newly acquired guardian force really came in handy.

She leaned against a nearby branch before digging in her uniform pocket and retrieving a much needed cigarette. Naturally, you probably weren't supposed to smoke in Balamb's sacred training center, but like always she didn't really care.

"What they don't know, won't kill them."

She smiled and inhaled deeply before closing her eyes a moment. Since when did her life become so boring. So stagnant. She exhaled and moaned.

Bad enough they made her wear a uniform that was more, appropriate, than her usual attire. Now they wanted to take away her filthy smoking habit.

A small chuckle erupted from the blond before tucking her fan into her belt.

"I guess I should grab some lunch." She whispered before heading out toward the corridor.






Life in the garden had been a totally different atmosphere for LeBlanc. For the most part she had to behave and act like a normal citizen. She had yet to meet a single soul other than daily interaction with the garden's employees. Training was all she had left now, after all, she could never return to Bevelle.

Her boots clanked and clattered in the empty hall as she made her way toward the cafeteria. Children raced around and many of her fellow SeeD trainees were gathered around chatting.

The blond rolled her eyes as she sashayed past the Quad and entered the noisy lunch room. It was always a disturbing smell to her. After all she was born and raised in royalty, with only the finest of delicacies. Here, however, was full of typical peasant food. Hot dogs and hamburgers, soda pop and chips.

Nonetheless, she grabbed a tray and waited in line.

"What can I get for ya sweety?" A loud boisterous voice erupted from behind the counter. A small round woman pointed down at the slop below.

LeBlanc scrunched her lips together and shook her head before making a gagging sound.

"Could I just have a salad?" She asked, her words dripping with arrogance.

"What do I look like? A chef! All food is premade, no special orders. You should know this by now!" The woman sneered before scooping up some of the meat and putting it on a bun. "Sloppy Joe day!" she added before waving her hand dismissively.

LeBlanc whimpered and glared at the woman. Holding back the small rage she felt building up she slammed the tray down. "FINE." She grabbed a water and a small jello before checking out and wandering toward the back of the cafeteria.

Almost all the tables were full except for a small broken one in the corner. She shook her head at her luck and made her way toward it. Having friends was never a priority in her life, and to be honest, she never cared before. But this was getting a little out of hand.

The table creaked and slanted as she put her tray down and pulled her chair close. She used her fork to move the food around a little but just could not stomach the small sloppy joe. She folded her arms and gently put her head down.

"I hate this place." She whispered.