Is this stuff edible? {OPEN!}

[Lola Mitchell]

Lola stood online for the lunchline looking totally out of it. She was not it a cheerful mood but looked more like she had just gotten out of bed. Her hair was up in the usually sloppy bun, her side bands swooping over her forehead. But her bright blue eyes had huge bags under them. Her outfit was merely a pair of old jeans with a black over-sized My Chemical Romance shirt.

Anyone who knew her knew that these were the days after a long night of drinking. She had been out with some friends not from school at a party. It was a typical party with her getting as drunk as possible then puking and eventually passing out. Somehow she managed the get home and in her bed when she woke up. Apparently someone had carried her home. She assumed that it was Peter{Again Name N/A} who always came to rescue her when she was passed out.

As she made it to the front of the line she looked at a huge orange ball that apparently was macaroni and cheese. Despite her current mood even she could tell not to get that. She just jumped off the line and went to the vending machine. She bought two cans of Coca-Cola for energy and a big bag of doritos. She brought them back to an empty table and began to eat.

[Ursula LaStrega]

Ursula barged into cafeteria like a supermodel about to be photographed. She wore her usual thing makeup, shell, hair up in curls, strapless black halter dress and stilettos with matching hand bag. She made her own lunch since she went no where near the school food.

For once she didn't feel like being seen only for an entrance. She sat next to Lola and tried to be inconspicuous, "So how was the party last night?" Ursula said nudging Lola knowing how drunk she got.

Ursula proceeded to take out a canteen of hot tomato sauce and lukewarm pasta in a plastic container, fork included. She poured the sauce all over the pasta making her mouth water, "I saw you get carried off...I think it was {Peter} but wasn't too sure about it, I was just watching everyone act like fools." Ursula concluded.

[Lola Mitchell]

Lola had her head on the table and her eyes shut. She was so tired from lack of sleep. She was at first startled by Ursula's arrival. Lola was known for not getting along with girls but she was surprisingly a very nice girl in her hangovers. But then her attitude came right back after she got a bit of energy into her system.

"Yeah I drank the most shots. Thats all I can remember from the party. And then I woke up in my bed the next morning."

Lola said. As soon as the conversation of {Peter} came up her bright blue eyes opened up wide when the discussion of him came up. He really carried her home. Oh he was so romantic. Maybe he did love her.

[Clopin Trouillefou]

All of a sudden an explosion of color and fabric erupted into the cafeteria. Clopin burst inside, banging the doors open noisily and doing a simple front handspring into the lunch line, smoothly cutting off a guy who would definitely have been there first, otherwise. He slammed a quick salute, smirking, then breezed down the lunchline, snagging the cheapest thing he wanted: a sprite. Then he waited until he got to the end of the line, distracting the woman collecting fees with a soft kiss to her hand as he wrapped her fingers around a dollar bill, then subtly and silently claimed a bag of doritos with the other hand. Clopin sauntered off triumphantly as always, opening the bag of cheesy chips with his nimble fingers and popping one into his mouth with a crunch of breaking tortilla chip.

Clopin walked slowly down the cafeteria, snapping his fingers to give himself a beat, each step taken with a tensed fluorish that was all together far too dramatic of a highschool cafeteria.

[Ursula LaStrega]

Ursula heard the loud bang of the doors and the bright colors from Clopin...a person whom she found was more colorful than her...she didn't like him that much, but she has performed with him before. She'd deal with him later.

"So I saw...I'm not much of a drinker...wine is fine to keep this body divine" Ursula laughed at her little rhyme.

Hit a nerve I guess...she does like him. Ursula thought, "So...I take it you like {Peter}." Ursula said pulling out a small compact mirror to check her hair and makeup.

"He certainly seems smitten with you...and that...uhm...other girl...I can't remember her name." Ursula said trying to stir up some emotions in the half hungover Lola.

[Clopin Trouillefou]

Clopin was heading for the table he usually sat at alone, when two blondes caught his eye. Trouillefou's taste was not generally aimed toward blondes; he typically appreciated dark-haired women more. That wasn't what caught his eye. Something, however, told him that there was trouble to be shared in afoot, even if he had to make it for himself. Clopin was good at that. Making a hard turn, Clopin sat down at the table Ursula and Lola were currently sharing, depositing his food and assuming what he apparently thought was an alluring pose, fixing the pair of them with a come-hither expression that was meant more to disturb than entice.

"Afternoon, ladies. I couldn't but notice that you are without any male escort, so I thought that it would be in your best interests to rectify that." Clopin grinned, begging for a rise out of one of them. For further effect, Clopin crossed his legs girlishly and wrapped his hand around his chin as though stroking a nonexistent beard.

[Lola Mitchell]

Lola grew very tense and angry when the discussion of Clovis came up. She gave a tight squeeze on her blonde hair that was up in a sloppy bun then once she relaxed a bit she let it go.

"Ugh I have a deep hatred for that girl. It would take much too long for me to go into detail."

Lola said but she commented nothing on the part with Peter. EVERYONE knew that she loved him practically. Well except him. She wished he did and would see her as more. She looked at Clopin.

"Great a runaway circus clown.."

Lola mumbled to herself her grumpy attitude turning on from the hangover. She noticed he had a bottle of Sprite. Oh how she despised that soda. She opened one of the cans of Coke she had and took a long drink.

[Ursula LaStrega]

"I'll get rid of him...you need some type of silence...and we can talk more about {Peter}." Ursula whispered to the young thing.

Ursula proceeded to get up from her chair somewhat seductively. She pushed up her boobs, for intimidation, but some of the male classmates thought otherwise. She walked over to Clopin and gently whispered in his ear bending over. Her dress nearly going up a little too high, but not high enough...she heard some thuds on the floor, she smiled and finally whispered, "Buzz off."

She than got up. Her boobs grazing against Clopin's nose. She than seductively walked back to her chair and blew Clopin a kiss.

"If that doesn't work...than I feel really cheap...and that force will come next." She whispered to Lola.

[Clopin Trouillefou]

"Great, a runaway circus clown..."

Lola's discontentment was not lost on Clopin, despite her air of talking as if he weren't able to comprehend her words. However, this didn't trouble the senior at all. The girl with the hopeless enfatuation with {Peter} was not someone whose good opinion Trouillefou valued very highly in the slightest, and it could only be expected of the pseudo-rocker to have only the most cliché things to say about him. Nothing but a tough crowd, he thought simply.

"I usually prefer the term 'eccentric jester extraordinaire,' thank you, but I'll take circus clown," he said with a smirk.

All of a sudden Clopin's attention was irresistibly drawn (he was, after all, and adolescent male) to the older of the two, Ursula, who had risen from her seat and was making her way toward him. Clopin had seen women pull off the chest trick with much more subtlety than Ursula was, currently, and her sultry walk wasn't quite down yet. Clopin was being harsh; it was difficult to look like you were walking barefoot and with a lot of hip swing in heels. Though the effect was rather skewed by lack of sufficient grace and practice, Clopin had to admit his fellow senior had him enraptured as she leaned her mouth close to his ear.

"Buzz off."

And then, Ursula ruined it. The sensation of a breast brushing one's nose is not an altogether unpleasant one, but it wasn't the most erotic one either. The result was the thought, now that's just tacky, floating through Clopin's head, and the young man was forced to remind himself that this was, in fact, Ursula we're talking about. Thoroughly determined now to see what else he could drive the silly girl to if he stuck around long enough. They were in the middle of the cafeteria. The girl's reputation could only be brought lower from here.

"That was impressive, my dear," Clopin said, bowing his head as low as his position in the chair permitted, then looking up again. He looked off into the distance, as though contemplating some deep intellectual matter. "Unfortunately, I don't swing the way of cheap blondes. Still," he looked at Ursula out of the corner of his eye, then looked off into the distance again, "that could've been simply delicious from {Jasmine} or Rhianna. Maybe even," he paused for a second for dramatic effect, sneaking another glance at Ursula, "{Ariel.} Shame. But I suppose they wouldn't do that sort of thing..."

Clopin personally had no judgments about people who acted in a cavalier fashion in public. He encouraged it, actually. His reasons for not respecting Ursula went beyond the fact that she was willing to entice the eye of the common man at school. That he had no personal issues with. However, it was amusing to play off any possible insecurities Ursula herself might have about her behavior.

[Lola Mitchell]

Lola was growing angry by his insults to her and Ursula. She looked up at him. Who the hell does this guy think he is. Lola thought to herself. People often made her angry. She then listened to what he had to say about her and Ursula being cheap blondes. Now he was just making her mad. What did he think they were very *friendly* persons, hookers just because of something silly like a hair color. She stood up from her seat her blue eyes looking more fierce and lively.

"Look so what I'm a blonde. Yeah I may look like I am some kind of s!ut So you are really starting to piss me off. I spent my whole night drinking and I have such a god d**n migrane. So don't make me punch you. And yeah I may be short and skinny but big things come in small packages."

Lola said as she took her seat once more. She was also in a very bad mood and was taking things the wrong way. Her tough attitude was shining.

{Also if you couldn't tell Lola has quite the potty mouth. But I mentioned that in the rules =).}

[Ursula LaStrega]

Ursula has a boiling point and someone has just topped it off. She put on a phony smile. Got up, left her hand bag with Lola and called out, "FRANKIE, JOHNNY!" and two eerie looking seniors, twins, all in green, even green hair came out from a far corner of the cafeteria.

They walked casually to their best friend and confidante knocking plates over and making funny, intimidating faces at juniors, sophomores, and freshmen, "What's up Ursula?" They asked her casually, in unison.

"Follow me sweeties." Ursula got up, grabbed, her hand bag, and than grabbed Clopin by the his thin neck and dragged him outside. Ursula was a very intimidating girl and when people messed with her, or called her names, the consequences usually were not good.

When she finally got outside with Frankie and Johnny she told them, "Hold him."

The two grabbed hold of the elusive Clopin and said, "Just aim low!" Frankie said, "No his head hit his head!!" Johnny yelled.

"ENOUGH!!!" Ursula bellowed the sound echoed through the halls...if there was one thing Ursula had other than sex appeal it was a powerful set of lungs and a powerful vocal chord.

She looked at Clopin and plainly said, "Number one: I am not cheap. Number two: I dress this way because I enjoy enticing and than taking away...if there is anything I'm not it's easy. Number three: If you feel I have any insecurities, you're dead wrong sweetie. I was born this way and I ain't afraid to show off. I am just as cunning as you are and am definitely a force to reckoned with. The only reason I am not going to kick the ever loving snot out of you is because in a way you're like me and I respect people who are like me as far as brains go. And don't you worry about my boys holding on to you it's just that you're infamous for running away from trouble. Now the reason I told you to buzz off was because well...I was comforting someone and you were not helping so instead of saying it flat out I figured I'd use feminine wiles to get rid of you. Boys let him go.

The boys let him go, "Don't call her cheap again!" Johnny spat, "Or else" Frankie threatened."

Ursula checked her things in case Clopin copped to close a feel and nabbed something. Everything was intact including her shell necklace. She walked back into the cafeteria and she gave Lola two pills, "They're for hangovers it'll clear up anything hangover related...even nausea." Ursula than turned back to the doors and winked at some of the boys in the cafeteria, "They're so stupid sometimes." Ursula said to herself. She than saw Clopin still standing outside, "Hmm...walk with me." Ursula concluded.

[Clopin Trouillefou]

It was nothing more than a rise Clopin had been looking for when he started this little interaction, and a rise he got. In spades. "Look so what I'm a blonde!" Clopin's gaze slid to the junior, a brow quirking upward in feigned concentration. He tuned out most of the girl's little tirade, waiting to tune back in for any relevant information. Of course, in the grand scheme of things none of it was relevant information, but still. "So don't make me punch you." Nope, none of it was at all relevant. Pity. Clopin waited a moment before saying, "You'll notice, madame lightweight, that I was speaking only to Ursula."

For the second time that day Trouillefou's concentration was ripped away from Lola and focused on the senior of the two. Ursula belted out the names of two other seniors, their names being Frankie and Johnny, and in that instant Clopin knew it was time to go. He wasted no time springing off his seat and bounding away from Ursula and her cronies. ... Well, at least he wouldn't have if he'd been too slow on the uptake to avoid a clawlike female hand grasping onto his collar like a vice. Clopin was fast, but nothing could undo the iron grip of Ursula LaStrega.

Not that Clopin didn't try, of course. He had no interest in being pinned and beaten to a pulp. The senior struggled quite furiously as she dragged him bodily from the cafeteria--smoke bombs of various colors and twisting enough to make quite a fool of himself certainly drew enough attention. If he'd had any real friends in this place it would have been a definite sign to help the captured acrobat, but alas, there were none. He made an effort at taking a bow to all those who laughed at his predicament--as best he could with a harpy's talons clutching his collar.

"Hold him."

This was his chance. As soon as Ursula released her hold on him, Clopin made a swift duck under Frankie's extended left arm, only to be clobbered by Johnny's forearm. Outnumbered and surrounded with no where to go, Clopin accepted defeat as the twins' sharp fingers fastened around his arms. Arranging his features into the blank, expressionless state he usually used when he knew pain was coming (the blank look usually allowed him to bear pain without showing any signs of weakness), Clopin resolved to just get this over with as quickly as possible.

Surprisingly, however, pain did not come. As Clopin stared blankly into Ursula's eyes, she started to speak instead. Angrily, sharply, but still it was something of a surprise. Maybe she was saving her beating for the end of her rant. "I am just as cunning as you are and am definitely a force to reckoned with." Oh, well, if that was true then she would have allowed him to think otherwise. The best weapon is one kept secret; didn't anybody know that? Clopin continued to stare at her, not responding, though he had abandoned his blank expression by now.

"And don't you worry about my boys holding on to you; it's just that you're infamous for running away from trouble."

Here Clopin felt obliged to smirk. Well, that was true. He was usually quite good at it, too: this was not at all an accurate depiction of his skills as an escape artist. Clopin was actually rather ashamed. When Ursula finally ordered her guarddogs off him, Clopin mustered an appropriately scornful look for the pair of them when they threatened him. Oh, so they thought they could instill fear in Clopin Trouillefou, did they? It'd take much more than that; Clopin was notoriously foolhardy.

"Walk with me."

Clopin bowed low, gesturing with one arm in the direction they would walk, indicating that Ursula ought to go first.

[Ursula LaStrega]

((you, clopin...I think that we have a lot to talk about...and plan.))

[Lola Mitchell]

Lola ignored Clopin now trying to hold back her surprising anger. She just felt like flipping him off but she didn't She looked at the pills that Ursula gave her. Lola looked at them. Could she really trust someone like Ursula? Ursula had been known not to be so trustworthy. But Lola rarely gave anyone her trust, so she figured what the hell?

She grabbed one of the cans of soda and left the cafeteria making her way to the girls bathroom. It was empty. She opened the soda and put the pills in her mouth chugging the soda down. She hated taking pills. She wasn't a druggie or anything like that. Just a drinker which wasn't much better. She just stood in the bathroom and sighed leaning on the wall. It seemed like this drinking problem was ruining her life.