....don't ask.
We're all mad here.
May 22, AL 206
Afternoon. The dining hall was nearly empty, save for a few stragglers and those poor unfortunates who attended class at lunchtime. Several older recruits sat huddled around a table, laughing and whispering as they cast condescending glances at an unfortunate, less attractive girl in the cafeteria line. Most of the others were scattered among the tables, eating in silence or conversing quietly in pairs.
WHAM! The double doors of the hall flew open with a bang, so fast and furiously that they bounced off the walls and nearly closed on the blonde whirlwind that danced through.
"GOOOOOOOD MORNING!!! Just beyond the range of the still-swinging doors stood a tiny blonde recruit, dressed in a fluorescent pink poet blouse with only one long, glittered bucket sleeve and a shimmering spray of sequins where the other sleeve should have attached, a pair of outrageously bell-bottomed blue jeans with silver flowers embroidered all the way up and down one leg, and a sparking pair of pink chuck taylors overlaid in what appeared to be bright pink foil. Her bare left arm was covered in silver Sharpie butterflies from her shoulder to the back of her hand, and to top off the entire outfit, a pair of white-feathered wings was harnessed to her shoulders and erupted gloriously from the open back of her shirt. Her blond shock of hair was styled in a short pixie cut, dominated by an enormous pink satin bow. With a coquettish smile, she preened briefly before prancing towards the short line for food, somehow bouncing and resembling a supermodel on the runway at the same time.
Forks dropped, chairs scraped backwards and every single one of the older recruits picked up his or her tray and exited. The staff serving food either rolled their eyes or leaned in towards each other to whisper with twinkling eyes.
"Good morning, dearest Miz Allen and Mr. Cors!" The flashy new arrival had at some point materialized behind the buffet to hug the two staff members who hadn't rolled their eyes at her entrance. Her voice held a slight lilting accent that sounded almost musical as she spoke. "I'd like just the dessert today, if you please."
Dessania Adelaide Sterling had arrived.
