17324/A cure for growling stomachs

A cure for growling stomachs
Date of Scene:	02 March 2024
Location:	Event Hall (Student Dining)
Synopsis:	Patty meets Julio, Words are exchanged. Potential friendships are formed.
Cast of Characters:	Patty Sloan, Julio Richter

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Patty Sloan has posed:
Its lunchtime at the school and everyone is making their way to the dining hall to get their eat on. Amidst the group is the new girl to the school, Patty Sloan. She is minding her business trying not to draw too much attention to herself. Xavier's may be much more accepting than where she is from but she spent a good two years hiding herself and what she can do away from the world. Even if she has her wings out on display for all to see, she is still really nervous about the whole thing. Quietly she walks through the line to get some food. Eventually she is up front and gets her lunch. Her lunch happens to be a salad and chicken parmesan. She quietly makes her way to an empty table and takes a seat.

Cracking open a soda she begins her meal. From there she pokes at her salad, nomming away at the greenery. All in all, its a good salad. Nothing elaborate, just a good side salad.

Julio Richter has posed:
Despite bullying not really being tolerated at this school, and most of the students being understandably exceptionally sensitive to each other, Julio does not seem to be immune from it. This is how he and Patty would meet, a series of three larger boys shouldering by him in unison until he dropped his tray on the floor beside her seat in a loud clatter, his can of pepsi rolling under the table and coming to a stop against her purple and white sneakers.

Miraculously the lunch on his tray isn't so much ruined as jumbled across the tray, but the can is awkwardly out of reach. Julio seems unwilling to rebuff the boys, sparing them an acrid stare with eyes dimmed and scrunching his nose up like a rabbit. Then he rises and lifts the tray into the spot across from Patty and flops down, hot and defeated, he sighs and looks to Patty.

"Can you grab my can, Amiga?"

Patty Sloan has posed:
Patty sees the display. She hates bullying. She's lived with it for too long until she blew her bully into a DVD display. "Hey! Thats not cool!" She chimes in, finding a little strength that she didn't know she had. Her protests would largely be ignored.

Then the bullied person sits down by her. A can of soda rolls and touches her foot. She reaches down and grabs it before handing it to Julio. "I'm sorry you had to deal with that." She frowns and takes a bite of her salad. "Nice to meet you. My name is Patty. Patty Sloan. I guess I'm also called Sylph now too." She looks at him with concern, "Are you alright?" She hopes he is. She would hate for him to be hurt. "I got bullied a lot back where I am from and it really stunk. I just hate seeing it happen to anyone." She frowns.

Julio Richter has posed:
Julio offered two palms to the air, to clear the way between them. He frowned as if to support hers and when he spoke his accent was thick and south of the border, he dragged out his English to sooth her warrior soul. "Heeeeey Sylph, its nice to meetchyou too. I'm Julio." he grabbed the can, popped it open and took a sip. He offered the air a loud belch, glancing to see if it would amuse Ms. Sloan and then shugged it off. "Don't wooorry about those assholes." Then he confided low, "Eres tan feo que cuando picas cebolla es ella la que llora." and translated for her "When they chop onions, its the onions that do the crying."

Patty Sloan has posed:
"A pleasure to meet you Julio." She smiles a little and takes a sip of her drink. She doesn't burp loudly. She covers her mouth and does so daintily. "Excuse me!" She laughs a little at the burp. "Yeah they are. I thought this place wouldn't have bullies like that but I guess there are jackasses even amongst the Mutant population." She then listens to the Spanish words. The blonde is just about to say that she doesn't speak Spanish when he translates. "That is really deep. It makes a lot of sense. Also are you a mind reader? Cause I was about to say that I don't understand Spanish." She blushes a little.

Idly she pokes at her chicken and moves it around her plate. Part of her is questioning why she got it. Because she thought it looked good of course. So she cuts it with her fork and takes a bite. Her eyes light up and she takes another bite quickly. "Mmm This is really good. Where I went to school originally they didn't have food like this. It was really small portions and often just a sandwich or something."

Julio Richter has posed:
Julion listened and quirked his nose again, somewhat adorably but still offering her a look of incredulity. "Of course you understand Spanish." he dipped his head sarcastically, as if to say 'Duh' "Where are we right now? Cafe-teria. Wha'ts this lump of white mierda on my tray? Vanilla pudding. What do you get when you put fifty boats inna sea? Armada, Amiga. You never eat a burrito?" he scoffed playfully, but gave it a rest. "You should cook your own food, whatever is your culture." he advised looking vaguely academic, though it was an almost an unintentional self parody. "You got to stay connected to that. No matter where you are." he added somewhat quietly, "If you can't never go home, you gotta bring home with you." as if he was reminding himself to do the same.

Patty Sloan has posed:
"Okay you got me. I mean I don't speak a lot of Spanish. I know some words but not enough to put together complete sentences." Patty smiles and takes another bite of her food. At the mention of Cooking she has to laugh. She winces and smiles, "I am no cook. I try but I could burn water." She takes a sip of her drink. "I can follow directions on boxes and stuff and I can manage to make stuff like macaroni and cheese but its really rough. I try though. That's the important thing right?" She laughs.

"I actually have to go home. I have a car I need to bring back and I need to get some clothes. My moms are going to have a fit if I have my wings out for all to see!" She winces and her wings droop. "I am not looking forward to that."

Julio Richter has posed:
Julio Richter raised one eyebrow. "Until you made them move I thought they where a costume. You must sleep on your belly every night." he said, looking distant as if he was thinking about it briefly. "They look kinda delicate." and then he looked directly at her, eye to eye.

"You got two moms?" and then he let his tone become unashamedly interrogative, "What's that like? Well I guess you don't know anything to compare it to, do you." then he tossed his pain on the table like a poker chip, "I gotta mom, but she ain't got no son." and he looked distant again. He probably thought he could handle it, saying it, because his expression was defiant, but his eyes were weak behind the mask of punk, weak with confusion; he might have hurt from it, but he really didn't understand it either.

Patty Sloan has posed:
"Yep they are all me!" She flutters the wings a little bit. "I have had them belted down to my back for the past two years. So they aren't as strong as they could be. Maybe with time I can fly! I hope so. I think it would be pretty cool." She nods. "They are delicate. I usually have to sleep on my sides." She smiles.

At the mention of her two moms, She smiles, "I don't know. I never tried to find my father. He never tried to contact me so, I just never wanted to see him. Its sad. I wish I knew more about him but... What are you going to do?" She then listens to the trauma that is Julio's back story. "I am so sorry. That is just a horrible thing for a mother to do! My moms did what they could to hide my physical appearance and my abilities but they did so out of love. They didn't want any harm to come my way. They knew I was already being bullied without my being a mutant. They just wanted me to be safe."

Julio Richter has posed:
Julio shrugged again, letting her kindness bounce off his coolness armor, rather than show any further vulnerability. "Its whatever, Chica."

He glanced down at his plate and sighed at the mess. "Ima go bargain for another plate with Mr. Elliot, then I prolly just take it to my room so they can't mess it up again. I don't know whats wrong with those guys, they act like this place is Hogwart's."

Then he rose up and grasped his tray, he lifted his chin and said, "Guess that makes us Gryffindor, right? You be Hermione, I'll be Weasley." something in his expression seems to indicate a lack of knowledge of the dynamics of those characters, but in a more revealing way that he didn't want to be Harry. "Hey when you get your car we can go see The Casualties in EnYSee." as a statement of fact, it was going to happen, it was not a question. Then the boy wrapped in laced boots, armbands with studs, beat up leather jacket, and angry looking spiked hair was on his way, running to ground once more, back to the briar patch to hide away in the thorns with his memories pacing around the perimeter.

Patty Sloan has posed:
Patty opens her mouth as if to say something but she just lets it close. She doesn't have the words to say to help make it better. "I wish I could say something profound to make things better but I can't." She frowns a little.

She nods to him. "Good luck. I hope they give it to you. I am sure they will understand if you tell them what happened." She smiles, being hopeful as ever.

She giggles a little at the Gryffindor comment. "Its Levio-SA!" She says exaggerating on the last part like in the movies. "Hey yeah! That would be cool! As soon as its fixed we can go see it." She gives a little wave. "Good luck!" She then finishes her own lunch and makes her way to the front to give her tray to the cleaning crew. "Thank you." She states as she makes her way out of the Hall.