First Academy Breakfast.

[dain]

Dain sat at the table, but he wasnt alone, ooooohhhh no. IN front of him was a mountain of pancakes the height of his head and a sideplate of four eggs. He ate a lot, but there wasn't an ounce of fat on him, which he was hated for by most. He then poured syrup all over it and sliced into his breakfast with his knife as he held the taste in his mouth.

Good. But not as good as our cook back home. Jerry could make some awesome blueberry pancakes. Dain thought to himself as he ate, not caring if he sickened eyes of beholders.

WHen he united with his armor, it really sapped him of all he ate, so he usually ate...a lot. Which leads to why he is so built with muscle, the suit itself is a Bowflex. He had thought about that for a while, and wondered what he could do now on the football field. THen he wondered if this place had a football team.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

Eithne watched the stranger eat, her fingernails tapping on the table as her red eyes awaited to see the moment when she'd have the 'privelege' to see the pancakes again after they'd been inhaled be the stranger but oddly enough the time never came and she smirked, being able to eat more than one's body weight in breakfast food was certainly an odd talent indeed. She didn't seem sickened by the spectacle, nor did she seem particularly amazed by it... it was just the most interesting thing to watch at the moment. Before herself she had what appeared to be a glass of wine placed upon the table, her delicate, small hand reached foreward and cradled the glass in her grip as she brought it to her lips and took a nice, steady sip. Her eyes shimmered as she drank the smooth, viscous blood from the glass. 'Think you've had guite enough to eat, yet? Or were you planning on consuming another country's supply of food? she asked telepathically with a slight chuckle in her mental voice.

[hannah montana]

And suddenly, Amber burst in the Ninth Heaven yet again. She had on a blue prom dress that flowed and didn't quite fit her, but hey. It's Amber we're talking about here. Her fiery hair was pulled up in a nice, neat bun and stuck through the holes in her ears for earrings were paperclips. On her feet were torn up converse. It was impossible to decipher the original color they had been; paint had been esploded on them numerous times. Amber spotted Eithne and waved to her with a friendly look. "HAii, EITHNE!" Amber called, bouncing over. "And hello, Fatty. Might I interest you in a few diet pills? Maybe some toothbrushes...? Baileys in a shoe...?" she asked, trying to seem helpful.