==Be the first class boy running through the halls trying to find John.
That statement is entirely false. You are not running you are quickly walking, and you are not looking for John; you're just hoping to come across him.
You took a few twists and turns and ended up back on the deck where you had originally been. You looked around and didn't see John. This was really starting to piss you off. You just wanted to talk to John and be around him. Not that you liked him that way, it was just he seemed like a person you could get along with pretty well.
You rapidly turned around a corner and bumped into a very tall man around the age of 22. He wore an extremely dark blue suit and his hair fell straight down just above his ears. You looked into his dark blue eyes as he towered above you because of how tall and muscly he was; you didn't back down.
"Aren't you going to apologize?" he said in a quiet tone, but with all seriousness. You looked at him in confusion before he continued.
"I would expect someone of a lower class to do so." Your eyes widened. This man was full of himself, more than most first class guests.
"Dude, I am not of any lower class" You say and he crosses his arms.
"Anyone with that attitude couldn't be from first class, though your suit begs to differ. Perhaps you stole it." You glared at him more, trying to freak him out with your abnormally red eyes, "Did you steal it boy?"
"Did I steal it? I've stolen nothing." And he smiles.
"Sure you didn't boy" he says and grabs your arm; "To the captain with you" He said and started dragging you away. Who did this guy think he was? You seriously had had enough. You were tired of people telling you what to do so you punched him in the side, hard.
He stood there for a second realising what had happened. You could feel your fist aching. He was stronger than he looked.
Your smirk quickly faded as his fist came slamming into your left eye. You stumbled back, and fell over. Your ass was starting to hurt from all the falling today.
"Wait!" You looked at a small girl running towards you both. She was holding up her soft darker green dress as she ran from across the deck. Her short bright red hair was streaming behind her. She stepped in between you both and brushed her bangs out of the way.
"Please sir, don't hurt him. He is in first class. I saw him having tea with the other first classes." She said looking directly at the man. You had to admit that was a brave thing to do. He looked like he was ready to pummel anyone who came in his way but when he looked at the girl he relaxed and fixed his coat.
"You're right…"he mumbled and quickly walked away.
"Oh my gosh your eye! Are you alright sir?" she asked as she sat down beside you. You nod then realise you felt sick. You leaned forward and she started rubbing your back.
"Just breathe in and out, not too deep and not too fast. Like that." You decided to not be bothered with this girl touching you. She seemed to know what she was doing, and she didn't seem like the kind that would hurt you right now.
"My name is Nepeta, Nepeta Leijon" she introduced herself.
"Strider, Dave Strider" You said and sat up.
"Oh Mr. Strider your eye!" she said and lightly tapped below your eye. You winced at the now throbbing pain but didn't say anything. She told you not to move, and she soon returned with a small piece of cold steak. You took it and pressed it against your eye. She smiled and stood up.
"You be good now Strider." She said and ran off.
==Be the ginger girl.
You are the ginger girl. You decided to go find that man who beat up that Strider boy. You went the direction he went, and then stopped. You didn't know where he went, but you were sure he wasn't far. You decided to head towards the tea room.
You walked in and saw a familiar coloured suit, go around a corner. You quickly ran after him and caught him by the arm. He turned and looked at you. His face relaxed a little, then he shook you off his arm.
"What do you want?" He said looking down at you. You really hated your height right now. Even though you were 19, you were incredibly short. And the fact that this man was probably extremely tall for his age wasn't helping.
"It was very rude of you to do that to Mr. Strider" you said, standing on your toes trying to seem tough.
"Who?" he said, looking very confused.
"That boy you punched in the face a few moments ago." You placed your fists on small hips.
"That boy" His face hardened. "He deserved it."
"He did not!" You cross your arms and glare. "He accidentally bumped into you. But you should have been watching where you were going. Either way, that was no reason to pummel him!"
He looked away and took a handkerchief out of his suit pocket and dabbed away the sweat forming on his forehead.
"S-Should I go apologize?" he asked looking down at you worried and confused.
"I would make you, but he probably doesn't want to talk to you." You said uncrossing your arms. "Do you want to come have some tea with me?" You decided to be nice to him after yelling at him
"Oh, uh, yes I guess I shall. And my name is Equius Zahhak by the way." He told you. You lead him to the nearest table and brought him a medium sized cup of Chrysanthemum tea and for yourself a small cup of chamomile tea.
"Would you like any cream or sugar?" you asked and ne nodded. You scurried off to get him some.
==Be the tall man
You are the tall man who has just stopped sweating. You were actually surprised you had. You hardly associated yourself with people of lower classes; but here you were having tea with one of them. When she returned with cream and sugar, you asked her what her name was.
"Oh how rude of me! My name is Nepeta Leijon" she said as poured a splash of cream into your tea and then opened the sugar "How much would you like?"
"Just one" You told her and she obliged. "So tell be about yourself Ms. Leijon"
"Well I came from a family business. A butcher shop. I was in charge of using the extra meat to lure other animals closer so my father could shoot them." She took a sip of her tea "and I do love cats. They are somewhat of an obsession though" she laughed and you smiled.
"I was in training for the army" you decided to tell her about your life "there were many rules, and I followed each of them. I was 19 then, but that was three years ago.
"Anyways, later that year I was sent back home. Back home I did have a show horse. But this year I had to sell him. Not because of a lacking of money or anything, but because we needed an extension of the house and his stable was in the way."
"I'm sorry about your horse." She said, pouring herself another cup of tea.
"That's fine" you say finishing off your tea. "And thank you for the tea Ms. Leijon, but I must be going" you stood up.
"Can I meet you again?" she asked looking a bit sad.
"Yes. Meet me here tomorrow at 2 pm sharp" you said before leaving to her quiet but audible "yay."
Maybe this second class girl wouldn't be so bad to be around after all.
