Food, Glorious food! (Open)

[ichirinnohana]

Lunchtime!

SQUEEEE!

The young girl happily made her way into the canteen. Boy, that smelled good~! Freshly rebuilt seats, painted walls, cracked windows. Ahhhh~ the typical high school of the day.

She smiled, everything was in it's place.

Approaching the counter, the girl would raise her hand and ask for a bowl of rice and "Slob" as the lady on the counter said it was. Which was made of mashed potatoes, pork and soysauce. Eh, it tasted good, but darn... the nutritional value is below -9000! D:

"Hey, get in line fatass!" A boy said from behind. He kinda came a few seconds earlier, but strayed from the queue to get utensils.

"I AM in line. Shove off."

Yup.

This was a normal day.

[ChocoRem]

Dante's Inferno. A wonderous literary work that would have never been of any interest to the Rem of old. Yet, now, as he'd decided to open up his horizons to things other than video games and getting into random brawls, Rem became privy to numerous wonders in the form of fiction, prose or poetry, classical music and the like. He had always scoffed at such things, and as his sophistication grew, his appreciation for the fine arts did as well.
He stood in the lunchline, a much more orderly line than would have been found in #259, and for once, Rem could not help but breathe a sigh of content at the peaceful surroundings. His eyes plastered on his open copy of Dante's Inferno.

"Hey, get in line fatass!"

"I AM in line. Shove off."

The good feeling just had to be broken, didn't it? Rem slowly closed his book and adjusted his glasses before sending his gaze toward the two arguing ahead of him.

"Be quiet, you morons."

[Elmira Medina]

Wow, Elmira thought, stabbing a fork into her salad. I can't believe it. People were actually fighting in line for cafeteria food. Ick. She had not eaten a meal from the cafeteria since elementary school, and even then that was at a private school, where the food was more expensive but probably of higher quality.

Instead, she got her lunch from elsewhere, this time driving off campus to a vegan take-out restaurant and picking up some kind of organic salad with spinach, almonds, tangerines, and lime vinaigrette dressing. It sounded strange, but she concluded that any salad that costs nine dollars for such a small bowl must be amazing. She really was not a vegan, or any kind of environmental freak, for that matter. In fact, she was not even sure what "organic" meant. But it had a nice ring to it, and she assumed it was healthier than regular salads. Not that she was a health nut, either. A true health nut would never drink and smoke as much as she did.

Hmm. This is actually pretty good. She munched away content, though still feeling uncomfortable. Elmira hated sitting alone; not so much because she was desperate for company, but more because she was insecure and thought everyone looked at her as a loser with no friends. And at the moment, she did not have a particularly decent amount of friends. She had a few casual conversations with other kids on campus, yet nothing that lead up to being invited to their table. There was no way she would go up to some random group of people and ask to hang out with them- that would only make it even more obvious that she was a nobody. It was pathetic.

So much for Ms. Popular.

[ichirinnohana]

Want this to be a brawl type fight? I haven't tried that sort of battle out. Lulz.

"Be quiet, you morons." Haruka growled and looked at Rem with contempt on her face.

"None of your business, gaki." Haruka was in a very foul mood.

"THAT IS MY LINE."

"Go on back."

"ARGHHH!" The boy would fling his "slob" towards Haruka. Well, Haruka wasn't stupid. She ducked.

Unfortunately--- it would end up splattering all over the back of a female who was eating salad on the back.

Ooooops?

DOES THIS MEAN A FIGHT? =DD?!


Sorry everyone... I can't think straight... tropical... weather... ugh... -dies-

[January]

As he enters the cafeteria, Smathers finds himself in a fairly tale land of such splendor and plenty that it surely must be a dream, but there it was assaulting his senses with ever increasing intensity.

He hands his state-granted lunch voucher to the lady at the register in a daze.

So. Much. Food. Everywhere...

Having lived most of his life on starvation fare, you can imagine the effect of the palette of sustenance spread out before him for the taking.

And the waste! Such slovenly misuse of food at every turn! Whole weeks worth of nourishment were being thrown away. heaps of stuff. It is almost enough to make Smathers mad. In fact, now that he thinks about it, it DOES make him mad!

But no. No no no no no no. Fight for justice later...eating must come first.

After picking out a tray full of things that seem appetizing - imagine that, getting to CHOOSE his food! What insane luxury! - he sets off in search of a place to sit. He tries to be as calm and nonchalant as the other students while he goes about it.

Now he spies a girl eating alone. A lump forms in his throat. Those round eyes alight with youth and life...beauty languishing in solitude...the waste and disregard for value in this place is enough to make a man weep.

Smathers sits across the table and one seat over from where the girl sits. Being detatchedly curious about the strange construct of fruits and vegetables that she is munching on and being a man of direct communication, he gestures at the salad and asks with as much charisma as he can muster under the circumstances "Hey, What's on the menu?"

Smathers is pretty clean today (there are showers in the locker room!) and is pretty confident he won't be offensive to anyone's senses.

Then the unspeakable happens.

"LOOK OUT!" He bellows, and dives across the table rather acrobatically in an attempt to push her out of the way of the flying food, and the two would end up in a heap on the floor. In his maneuver, he is careful not to knock his own or the girl's food over; he would not waste food, it wasn't within his nature to allow himself to do so.

[Elmira Medina]

Oh. Hell. NO.

Elmira was finally lucky enough to receive company from a friendly and approved guy, when a slush of food is splattered all over her. She was not the main target, of course; she had seen the person duck out of the way, which was natural- she would have done the same thing had she foreseen the action. Unfortunately, she was not as quick, and now her clothing was probably stained, and of course, being the spoiled little princess that she was, every article of her attire was expensive and not worthy of being ruined. Her cute strapless designer green dress top now had soysauce on it. And to make her even more angry, some of it had smacked her in her face. Sure, that could wash right off, but so would the makeup she spent an hour to put on. After all, it took work if you were trying to hide your forever-hated freckles.

Before she could even attempt to clean up, however, she found herself pushed out of the way of perhaps another attack and on the floor with her new acquaintance. It seemed that he had been rather careful to make certain that she was neither harmed nor food sniped again, and her salad remained safe on the table. Of course, this gesture was not enough to lighten her mood. "This looks like the starting of a food fight," Elmira murmured, running her fingers through her hair as she remained on the ground.