It had been a long weekend for Julianna, who had essentially told her parents that she didn't want the same things for her life that they wanted and left to join this program that was supposed to be specifically for people like her. Whatever that meant. After unpacking her things in her assigned room, she had laid on the bed for a while, staring at the ceiling, wanting to sleep, but afraid of what she might see if she closed her eyes.<br/><br/>She didn't know how long she laid there before she finally sat up when a grumbling in her stomach reminded her that she hadn't eaten today. "Right," she sat up, sighing as she got up the motivation to go out and find the cafeteria. After a brief moment, she slipped her boots back on and headed out the door. The wide hallways of the building were filled with people, and with noise. Everyone was chattering all around, some making friends for the first time while others talked with old friends.<br/><br/>Despite the chatter, there were just as many people who silently walked through the halls. Some avoided eye contact simply because they seemed nervous, others were looking between a piece of paper in their hand and the numbers on the doors, trying to find their assigned room, and every now and then you would see someone so focused on some form of electronic that they couldn't be asked to interact with real people. Considering that students were asked not to bring personal devices, she had to assume that those who carried them had been here the previous year.<br/><br/>Jules didn't make an effort to avoid eye contact, but likewise she didn't make an effort to seek it out. Instead, she watched her surroundings, taking note of the people as well as the interior of the large building. It was pretty sterile as far as schools were, although she had limited experience on which to base that judgement. There were occasional pieces of art around, paintings on the wall, vases on pedestals, other various objects on shelves, but they were relatively scarce and, from what she had seen, they almost seemed random, as if someone picked out some random things they liked without really considering how it would all tie together. It certainly wasn't the work of an interior designer, that was for sure.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Where was the cafeteria again?</span>she wondered to herself as she tried to picture the map in her head and remember the location from her tour earlier that morning. There were signs and maps posted for new students, but if she wanted to get used to this place, she couldn't rely on signs forever. Thus, she tried to use her memory to find it. After some time, she did find it. She gave herself a mental pat on the back before glancing around the room until she found the line. The room was rather large--and rather crowded--with a large main serving line, a salad bar, what appeared to be a dessert bar, a section with pre-made and pre-packaged lunches, a section for drinks, and a section for vending machines. In the middle of it all were tables filled with students, ranging from her age to a few years older.<br/><br/>After her brief survey of the room, she approached the line, checking to see what was being served that day before deciding to by-pass the line. Instead of waiting, she opted for a small pre-made salad, a pre-made sandwich, a bag of chips, a cookie from the dessert by, and a bottle of water. She quickly scanned the items and her ID card at the kiosk and then once again surveyed the room, this time looking for an empty seat. There weren't many, as she had apparently picked a popular eating time. Finally she spotted one across from a boy with a headphone set. It would work. She approached the boy and stopped before she took a seat. "Is this seat taken?" She asked, waiting only a moment before she took the seat, hoping it wouldn't bother him too much. She'd get up if it were strictly necessary, but she hoped that wouldn't be the case.