It'ss probaly take me a while to finish, but if you like twists you're sure to love the end! So tell me what you think of it so far. 
The black rimmed clock on the wall read "1:45", just as it had ten minutes ago. A brief sigh escaped Corsetine, "Another ten minutes.", she speculated; everthing here seemed to be on a ten minute based schedule. She pushed her chair in closer to the desk and slid to the edge of the seat. Corsetine faced the aisle, but kept her feet tucked in beneath her seat as she waited for her cue to head downstairs. A low tone cut through the silence and anticipation in the air. She rose quickly and gave an apathetic push to slide the chair at which she had been seated under the desk, and exited the room as quickly as would be allowed.
There was a long line to recieve rations, but Corsetine had no use for the food here. If she wanted something she could just take it off someone near her's tray. Not at full capacity quite yet, the cavernous room only echoed a murmur of voices and sliding chairs. Corsetine came to rest at the chair nearest the only occupant, so far, of the table at which she sat. For a moment she simply admired the creature that was Mongrol, an unphathomable demonstration of flawless human architecture. He turned to her, and Corsetine offered a casual greeting. Mongrol nodded in solemn, dignified response, she was often too exuberant for him before he had recieved any caffiene. A trace of disheartenment cast itself upon Corsetine, as it always seemed to, but she remained undaunted.
"How's your day been?", she asked nonchalantly. She knew his answer, but in truth all she wanted was to hear his voice.
"Eh, alright.", Mongrol responded in a careless tone, but she was drawing more attention. Corsetine turned to him, "Tired?".
"Aren't I always?"
"Well, yeah.", Corsetine said with a faint trace of a laugh.
Borris arrived at the table soon afterwords.
"Give me half of your sandwich.", Mongrol said in place of a greeting.
"No.", Borris responded as he flipped open the lid to the flimsy plastic container and slid Corsetine a small plastic cup of strawberries and bannanas.
"Borris, give me half your sandwich." Mongrol prodded, "You don't need it." An indignant sigh escaped the rounded, disgruntled Borris.
"Now why the hell should I give you half my sandwich? You just called me fat." Borris returned.
"Well I'm not lying am I?" Mongrol said in an impatient tone, it was only a matter of time before he won, he always did.
Borris shot his aggressor an irked look as he squeezed condiments onto one half of the sandwich. Mongrol stared at Borris with piercing eyes. All the while Corsetine simply gazed into the crystalline blue eyes of Mongrol. She often studied them, a welcoming yet mysterious glassy blue, muted yellow escaping from the center, and the faintest trace of a darker blue around the very edge. Corsetine broke her trance to laugh now and then, and to avoid being noticed. Although early in the year, Corsetine was entranced with Mongrol already. Of course, as the story always seems to go, someone else was ahead of her in line for him. Mongrol had a companion, though the relationship nothing special and the female of choice was nothing less than flighty.
"Oh God damn it, take it." Borris exclamed as he gave into Mongrol's undeniable persuasiveness.
"Thank you, Borris." Mongrol said, as if there had ever been any other possible result.
Corsetine smiled and laughed silently to herself. The two men near her sat and ate quietly, one content and the other on guard. After a moment Mongrol extracted his wallet out of his back pocket, pulling it out by its chain and opening it. He took out a single dollar bill and put the wallet away.
"Borris, get me a milk." Mongrol said and gestured toward the machine with the dollar bill in hand. Borris made an indignant noise, crossed his arms, and gave Mongrol a critical look. A moment lateer Mongrol was imploring the same task upon another passing aqauintance. Again he was not immmidiately served, but rather made to wait as the passerby made fake deliberations as to whether or not they would accept. With a shy smile Corsetine offered her hand to Mongrol. He looked at her for a moment, as petty thievery with such transactions was common, but he handed her the money. She was eager to please and hurried her way through scattered chairs and slanted tables to the vending machine where she entered the dollar bill and returned with the desired item quickly.
"Thank you." Mongrol said, more sincerely this time, with a nod that sent shivers down Corsetine's spine.
"Welcome." Corsetine responded with a slight nod back. The tone of her voice had sounded nonchalant to her, but as she would later learn Mongrol and Borris were much more perceptive than she thought.
"How are you and Hueghy?" Borris asked Mongrol. Corsetine could tell that Borris already knew that something was amiss between the two, but was obviously not thoroughly informed. Corsetine now listened eagerly, hoping without guilt that something was wrong between Mongrol and "Hueghy".
"We're going to take a time out." Mongrol said, and then he lead Borris away from the table where Corsetine was sitting.
They began talking in semi-hushed tones, not too quiet of course, they had to be able to hear eachother with the room now full and tumultuous with noise. Their backs were turned as they discussed some seemingly confidential topic. Corsteine was racing with hope and anticipation, she knew that it was naive, but how could she help it? She crept over behind the two, and listened with Borris as a shield from view. Their conversing seemed to have subsided now, though, and they were simply looking at eachother. Mongrol had noticed her, and taken a brief look at her, but that did not damper Borris and his coded communication. Once in a while one would nod, in response to an exaggerated expression. They continued like this for another minute, then went back to their seats. Corsetine looked at them, a sort of helpless look on her face.
"Confused?" Borris asked, a reassuring, yat smug smile on his face.
"Ummmm....eh" Corsetine nodded and sighed softly. Borris nodded and gave no explination.
but I could prolly do it. I'll have to go back and add a lot, but then again I keep forgetting that there is a second halfy thing and the twist, which will take up a lot....yeah dont bother asking for too much explination..writers notes and my little mindy things...And no, I guess I really hadnt thought of a target audience.