Behind his emotionless eyes, Alur watched the party of people as they filled up the table. One by one. He silently plucked at an apple with his teeth, chewing thoroughly before swallowing. If anyone was watching him they would have noticed how elegantly he ate. Slowly he rose the apple to his mouth, bit into it with his front teeth, plucked a small bit, and chewed gracefully, never letting his jaw drop, never opening his mouth and his elbows never once touched the table. He would absentmindedly dab his mouth of any apple juice every few bites, as if he were cleaning a statue that kept getting passed by pigeons who let their droplets fall without dismay.
If anyone at all was watching him, they would have also noticed something strange. Something most uncommon that surely not many people ever see, in fact, it was so unseen, that, if anyone was watching, they may have dropped their jaws in dismay, or they would have watched with interest, wondering ever so much, "why?". The thing was, Alur McKenzie wouldn't notice. He wouldn't even realize it as he chewed the seeds and as the strange texture slithered down his throat. No. Of course not. As he came to the core of the apple, he didn't stop there. He ate the tip of the core, the bottom, and then finally, the middle, with the seeds included. But that wasn't entirely the strange thing. It was strange, true, but here again, if anyone dared to watch, they would have noticed how unmoving his eyes were. How still they were, how they grew darker and darker, to almost an almond black that darted out and captured the light, unlike his face, that was, literally, almost hidden behind these intense, solid eyes.
Anyone staring at them would have felt as if they had been swallowed by some unseen force. They would have felt scared; afraid, captured, and would have begun to fidget. They would have noticed in time though, maybe, how hallow his eyes were how depressing they were, how much sadness they held...
Alur eased into the back of his chair gently as a commotion from near by awakened his thoughts. His eyes darted to a few seats in front of himself. He noticed as two girls spoke. One of them he had seen earlier. He had smelled the cigarette smoke coming from her clothes and he had noticed how tensed she had seem. The other girl was new, one he had not seen yet. She was, to the eye, rather pretty. She had an elegance of sorts that beheld her and her smile showed this. She was bouncy, friendly, happy... Honestly, he couldn't see exactly why she was in a place like this. Surely there wasn't a counseling for people who had too much happiness in their lives. Surely... Alur watched her closely. He watched for any slump to her figure, any misstep, and slur, and twitches... Nothing. He couldn't find anything. He looked at her eyes. Gorgeous eyes. He looked over her again. There was a reason she was here. Unless she was just that friendly and wouldn't to help the lot of them, or there was something wrong with her, Alur figured it wasn't exactly time to figure that stuff out yet. And, while thinking about it, he wondered exactly when counseling would begin.