<blockquote><div><cite>Mute Fox wrote:</cite>Having a late lunch period made Jarek cranky. His stomach gurgled insolently as he strolled through the halls to his next class, causing him to chastise it. "I know!" he shouted. "I'm not happy about it, either. But I don't want to be like one of those douchebags who eat an entire meal in the middle of class..."<br/><br/>It wouldn't have been so bad if he was putting off eating for something important; but his next class was Earth History, which was a complete waste of his time. Besides the fact that the entire curriculum was revisionist propaganda, the teacher was an arrogant prick; his status as a former diplomat made him feel entitled to "expert" status on matters of history and politics, which really rubbed Jarek the wrong way. Only once, however, had Jarek been insubordinate with him. The teacher had tried to correct Jarek's lack of "sensitivity" in calling a certain "police action" a massacre. Jarek replied with Orwell's quote, that "political language is designed to make lies sound truthful and to give an appearance of solidity to pure wind." Seeing the idiot splutter in confusion at his offhand comment, Jarek was afterwards content with the knowledge that the teacher was merely ignorant, rather than malicious. There was thus no need to cause any more trouble in that area.<br/><br/>"I can't believe I have to go hungry for this crap," he grumbled. His attention was soon diverted from his growling stomach, however, as he spotted a ragged-looking feral who had backed herself against a row of lockers, a look of panic on her face. From the state of her clothes and her frightened behavior, it looked as if she had been attacked by someone...yet no one was really paying her any attention, and there was no sign of a commotion. His curiosity was aroused. He began to walk towards her, but bumped into a human student who was apparently hurrying to get away from her. "Don't go near her, dude - she bites!" he said, then dashed away.<br/><br/>Jarek stopped and looked at the feral girl again. Had that guy molested her in some way? If so, she probably wouldn't be amendable to help from another human male...but still, he had to do something. At least if he talked to her, he could get an idea of what was wrong, and no one else seemed to care. So, Jarek put on his best "concerned-but-non-threatening" look and walked over to her, stopping a respectful distance away, but close enough that she'd notice him. "Excuse me," he said, "are you all right?"</div></blockquote>