"Geeze Marissa," Or at least, that's what Raine was fairly sure her name was.  "Could you try and scare the girl more? I don't think she's convinced that you're socially awkward enough."  The tall girl, possibly the oldest in her class due to her late birthday, was bending and unbending her right knee, leaning heavily on the left.  It was still this morning, and she couldn't quite understand why.  Every morning or so they seemed to switch.  Perhaps it was how she slept.<br/><br/>Suddenly, she caught the flick of black hair and Darius stood next to her.  "There you are!" She called, though he was quite near.  "What took you?  Nevermind, let's just find a seat."  She scanned the room, which was basically empty, finally settling on a spot not to far from where the food could be procured, but still far enough away from the others that it seemed like an entire landscape separated them.  She gestured to her lover, who took it as his que to scoot in that direction immediately.<br/><br/>The two of them set their sparce things for the day's work at the table's end and went to wait in the starting of the line for the food to be prepared.  Raine was always first in line, for basically everything.  And if it weren't her place at first, she made it her place.  Darius usually stood right next to her or slightly behind, never in front or too far away.