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[SharkyTGirl185]

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((Meghan Roberts - Continued from The Gun Show))

Meghan felt her entire muscles sore from the intense workout Manuel gave her. She was wearing her regular clothing while holding her lunch pail in her hand. She felt the burn. And she enjoyed it.

Maybe she’ll do weightlifting more often. For now though: Food.

She slowly sighed, plopping her butt onto the chair of the outdoor area. She looked around carefully. Her eyes darting around like she was surveying the area. She slowly unlatched her pail and opened it up.

Inside was a thermos of coffee and two, big, jelly donuts. Meghan licked her lips as she took out the thermos, opening the lid and sipping from it. She then leaned back and took one of the donuts, slowly beginning to bite into it. Savoring it.

Mm…so good…

[Cicada]

I think I'm lost in a girl, she adore me
I've got a case of whatever you call it
Now I go dumb I go stupid, I love it
Flatline my brain

She was told that she had no sense of public decency (hell yes she did not. If she fucking felt like it she'd rip off her blouse and walk around like that, what, it could've been an aesthetic, a statement, maybe even a message. A public service announcement, really! That: she was hotter than the cheerleaders, she was cooler than the hockey team, men's basketball was literally garbage and wasn't even real, et cetera).

Mona cut through the outdoor part of the cafeteria like a wraith, portending doom to everyone that saw her in the form of having to sit near her and her IDGAF loud music.

Flaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaattliiiiiiiiine
The plastic bag in her hand clattered against the surface of the lunch table with a diminutive thud.
My loveeeeeee is bliiiiiiiiiiind
The roll up backpack (repurposed from chopped up jeans and resembling a Frankenstein monster of Picasso angled seamlines, it was legit modern art in that it served no purpose because Mona very rarely carried books around in the throes of her final semester senioritis (not like she had carried books around in the prior semester or the prior two semesters either!)) hit the ground by the bench.
Flaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaattliiiiiiiiine
Keys to the IONIQ that had been looped around her finger hit the lunch table next to her plastic bag (do you ever feel like one).

And she found her seat with a business-like efficiency.

[Mona Marroquín, Pregame Thread 1]

Mona (made of the black and white converse with the hand stitched Ren Amamiya Joker mask embrodiered on each side, the comfy warm black joggers with the too big pant legs and the drawstrings, the white low cut crop top, the black body jacket with the gray sleeves all assembled from two Goodwill finds of a black jacket and gray sweatshirt all done up on the back with white and pink hand painted sakura blossoms, the slightly dark cherry red lipstick, the cat eyeliner sharp enough to stab her in the nose and saw off her brows, the blood red eyeshadow blended into a desolate gray, the teased ponytail, the Death from Soul Eater earrings, the black Sony noise cancelling headphones) settled in for a quick lunch.

My loveeeeeee is bliiiiiiiiiiind

She did not seem to notice she had company at the table. She had her phone out in one hand, she was blasting her tunes, she was opening the plastic bag with her other hand to reveal a fully plastic takeout container, the lid condensed over from the inside.

I've said what I needed to say
Back to zero, I know nothing again
I've said what I needed to say
Back to zero, and I'm nothing, I'm nothing

[SharkyTGirl185]

Here in the natural habitat is one Meghan Roberts, who was content eating her jelly filled pastry and thermos of boiled ground up bean water in tranquility.

Now, as the new, and must say very loud, individual that accompanied her in the table, Meghan’s tranquility and peace was shattered.

Now picture her: Eyes widened to saucers as she stared in bewilderment at Mona, halfway through taking another bite into a jelly donut. Her surrounding mouth was covered in a thick puplish jelly as it oozed from the donut she was eating. She stared at Mona, completely unable to comprehend the complete lack of decency or even awareness of where she is.

[Cicada]

I've said what I needed to say
Chopsticks removed from their paper, snapped in two, two quick and crisp slides together to saw off the splinters.

Back to zero, I know nothing again
Receipt crumpled up and pinned under the takeout container.

I've said what I needed to say
Lid off, a soft puffy cloud of fresh steam carrying the scent of fire-kissed soy sauce and broccoli.

B-b-back to zero, I know nothing again

Mona paused before the first square of spice doused (That hot was the secret rating above five star you were only allowed to order if you had shown up at the restaraunt enough to be a known quality, it was the only one that could make her feel anything in her soul besides her best shriveled up corpse cosplay) tofu ended up between the tips of her utensilsShe wasn't even hungry, LOL. She just wanted to breathe in the delicious warmth..

She glanced to one side and. Oh. Somebody else had been sitting there after all (like, she'd gotten the vaguest inkling (Agent 8 her beloved) that someone else miiiight have been there, but generally when people were around her they ignored her and TBH she guessed she didn't blame them, so like, she had learned over time to assume she was alone at all times because she pretty much was the moment she stepped onto campus awww boohoo nobody liked her she just wanted a fweind UwUwU ahahaha as if) and they were staring at her like she was an idiot (true!).

Mona killed the song with a quick swipe at her phone's screen. The headphones demoted from around her ears to around her neck.

"Sorry," she shrugged. Mona was only looking at the other girl with her eyes, the rest of her body continued to gravitate towards her uneaten foodOne or two bites. Then she'd be done.[ and there was a moment of awkward silence. Mona had legitimately not spoken with another person this whole day, and hadn't planned to until she picked up Jimena from practice later.

"You're that girl who put up those tutoring posters?" It was a question she was asking to ask a question. She probably didn't really care? "LVMPD enjoyer?"

[SharkyTGirl185]

Meghan stared at Mona again, blinking as she processed the question.

She hadn’t talk to this girl before really. Mona, was her name? She remembers some weird stuff happening with her Sophomore year. She didn’t like drama so she didn’t pay attention to it. She cleared her throat and nodded a bit, giving a small smile.

“Uhh, hi there! Yep, I’m the tutor girl!” Meghan held out her hand “Meghan Roberts. Everyone calls me Meggy though! Mona, is it?”

Fist Heather, than Manuel and now this! You go Meggy!

[Cicada]

First name basis already? Meggy-chan, not Roberts-san?? Localized entierly to Red Rock cafeteria???

Sure, why not (but Meggy wasn't an OG, regardless. Probably didn't even listen to Sewerslvt. She would be kept at a safe distance, social distance, seenzone distance, so on).

"That be me."

Mona mimed wiping the sides of both of her lips down with a finger. She nodded her head forward a bit at Meggy's own. There was a napkin in her takeout bag (warm napkin, a sensation as exhausting as a hot shower on a Vegas summer day), which she offered without preamble.

"My younger sis said she saw your posters. And she's not doing the best in... Whatever subject we did in ninth grade science." Mona's chopsticks casually subdivided the tofu square she'd been contemplating popping into her mouthshe was glad for the excuse to not go for it. "Geology? She said she was intimidated by the idea of being a freshman asking a senior for help."

[SharkyTGirl185]

Meghan looked intrigued as she took a bite of her jelly donut.

What was this?! A member of the school body unable to do well in a course! Well, that just won’t do!

“Oh my, really?! You should tell your sister that she can come right to me! I’m more than willing to help her out with any subject she’s struggling in! And I won’t even pay anything! Only thing they need is an empty stomach for snacks and a willingness to learn!” She grinned, almost as if she was citing off something she taught herself to say to any person interested in tutoring.

[Cicada]

Did Mona want Jimena to interact with normies (more so than she already did? Like LOL literally the girl who'd needed a year of therapy just to be able to talk with people at school was now the social butterfly flap flap flap. Like Mona was legit so proud. All her. Well not really but still. It was all she could have asked for. Mona did hope that Jimena would be happier in Red Rock than her older sister had ever been. Four years of friendship and backstabbing other girls for clout. As it should be!) well Mona guessed sure why not. Again. Vibes, aesthetics, learning a name just to forget it in a few monthsLondyn who Milly new phone who this Rachel cuckedwhen it was time for summer and college (or whatever it was people who cared about their educational attainment did).

"Jimena's on JV cheer. Better be ready to pack one of those 50 packs of small chip bags, she eats way too much a day."

Mona couldn't help but smile a bit. If there was any subject that could make her feel a little less locked away from the worldway too late for her. But Jimena deserved the goddamn world.

"By the way." More explicit this time. "You got donut on your chin."

[Kermit]

(("By the way, you have Anthonyyyy on your Fantannno," audible over the din of the cafeteria.))

Couple tables down, Stella ft. entourage. Ingrid M., Kraig, Robert, the glitterati et al. Eating Subway, from anywhere but the cafeteria. Matching Italian herb & cheese bread.

Hey, Meggyyyy.

Anyways, so. Moana, or whatever her name was, the one who always dressed like a bisexual. A Stella never forgets. She was... aware of the old drama with her and Mannnnny, didn't really care about either of them, wasn't the kind of thing that'd go anywhere positive, too smart to get involved. Manuel was as trustworthy as the man in a Depp v. Heard case; unfortunately on the other hand Mona still had Mona's personality. Both radioactive as far as she was concerned, she had other things to do with her time.

But, like, Mona. Reaaaally? If you're gonna be that insufferable, oughta learn to get hit by a few potshots.

[SharkyTGirl185]

Meghan glances down at herself and laughed a bit, quickly wiping her face with her sleeve “Oh! Sorry, u-usually I eat without anyone around, hah! Not great personal care!” She said, embarrassed as she glanced around.

Oh, Stella’s here. Haven’t spoken to her after the New Years Party. The one she got super drunk at and was crying for being an embarrassment….that memory is going in the vault.

Meghan averted contact with Stella and held up her extra jelly donut to Mona “You want one?”

[Cicada]

Actually:





Y'all know this is just my opinion, right?

The muffled retort of Stella's dull wit fizzled and imploded. Gun almost as jammed as her throat was with that football dude's cock, probs. Mona contemplated the table of cheerleaders and assorted boy toy viscera with a brief glance. Mostly just a table of NPCs. Stella was the one everyone who was anyone knew (so why did Mona know her LOL she had been a ghost roaming the halls of Red Rock for two years now. Once upon a time they might have had reasons to pretend they liked each other in passing, Mona guessed) and she was... fine, honestly. Mona disliked her on an existential level like she disliked every cheerleader who wasn't JV freshman Her Sister, and maaaaybe one or two girls Jimena liked to talk about as if she actually unironically liked them (okay one of those names was Vivian and capital N capital O NO)

She'd assumed passive aggressive commentary wasn't in the Stella(r remnants) arsenal. Seemed like that sort of thing that would be beneath a queen bee type.

"I'm fineI'm nauseous just thinking about it." Mona smiled softly. "Thanks for the offer, Meggy... hm."

The crowd noise lulled the same way it had when Stella had shot her shot. Eh. Why not. Six in the chamber and five of the bullets were for herself.

"Is that Stella? You look a bit shoooook all of a sudden, Meggy." Drift on, wayward words. "Do you two have beef? I'd figured she was the type who liked cops."

[Kermit]

UM, ACTSHULLY:

Mona you literally sound like Joey Kiiiiing.

Liiike, did like Stella look like someone who like cared about Anthony Fantano's real opinions? Did anyone heeere? Was anyone clapping? No?? Hyperpop was literally invented by an AI. F-A-D B-A-N-D-WAG-O-N. Mona, you're someone who hears the word "Ballroom" and only thinks of the dance. You aren't special, get the fuck over it, log into Reddit and lie to them that you won an argument against someone who showers, whatever the fuck it is that gets you flicking your beeeeeeean at night.

Anyways, Stella was someone who understood that people actually had more power when they shut up. Didn't flinch. Just glanced over, sipped her latte, face like the Mona Lisa.

But go ahead, Mona Marroquin, finish your thought. Share it with the class, let them see just what you are.

[SharkyTGirl185]

Meghan clears her throat awkwardly, automatically fidgeting with her badge before leaning in “Oh nothing nothing. Just….kinda made a fool of myself at the New Years Party.” Meghan paused and held up her hand and tipped it to her mouth in a drinking motion “One too many beers, you know?”

MEGHAN SHUT UP DON’T TELL THIS PERSON YOU WERE SMASHED AT NEW YEARS WHAT IS WRONG WITH Y-

[Cicada]

Mona had abandoned her food long agowouldn't have eaten it even if she'd been alone.

"Ooooh, you poor girl."

Like. Same. Mona was no stranger to one too many of this and that (one too many tweets, one too many tabs of acid, one too many annoying losers in her DMsone too many regrets). The sympathetic smile she wore now was genuine. She wasn't a queen bee type, she didn't know how to fake her emotions!

"I'm suuuure that Stella wasn't bothered by whatever you did. We've all been there, you know?" Mona also mimed taking a bottle to the face in solidarity. "Stella's probably done a dozen humiliating things she doesn't want anyone to ever find out. It be how it be."

[Kermit]

Had not.

Stella took a bite of her sub. Three cheese, nothing else.

Ingrid gave her a look from across the table. Head-tilt, concerned, like "Stella you're beeeeeing weeeeird again."

No she wasn't.