Mess Hall

by Guest December 2nd 2008, 7:54 pm

3rd Division Mess Hall

The men were leering at her.
Even though Hana kept her head down directed towards the food on her plate, she could feel their eyes on her. Which was strange, considering there was a fair amount of women in the 3rd Division. However, they were as nondescript as could be, wearing their hair short, on in buns. Keeping their uniforms real conservative, no amount of feminine flare. Not only that, they were quiet, keeping to themselves. It also could have been that the men were so used to their presence, they were virtually ignored. She should have been too cause it wasn't like she hadn't been part of the division for a long time either.
Hana could only assume it was because she, unlike the other women, was in a seat of power. The Lieutenant. It probably ticked them off that a wee scrap of woman could really aid in commanding an entire squad when many of them towered over her. It should have made her angry that they already assumed she wasn't good enough, but instead it made her happy because that would allow her to prove them wrong.
Smug bastards they were, she mused.
Figuring that her anger was starting to flare a little too much, Hana rose from the head table - that was lacking her captain - and padded through the aisle between the men. Their eyes still continued to leer at her, no doubt watching as she waltzed out of the room. It was about time that the captain set them straight and she would have addressed with him during dinner, but he hadn't shown.
Not so strange...he was a busy man.
Maybe he was in his office, finishing off the paper she was refusing to do. Hana wasn't one for all that crap. She was glad that at least someone was.