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Oooooh... that smell!; Can't you smell that smell? // Open
Topic Started: Sep 26 2005, 11:47 PM (357 Views)
ArcHunter
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More than anything else, the sole driving factor behind the appearance of an individual named Asano Takagumi within the lunchroom was hunger. He'd always conveniently managed to avoid dining within the school's reputed establishment of nourishment and death, but there was no avoiding it today. In his dorm, the cabinets were empty, and by empty, it was meant as e_m_p_t_y empty. The spiders were complaining from lack of anything to build a web to connect to, that's how empty the cabinets were. And so, having heard tales and rumors around the locker bay, it was with a slight shudder that Asano approached the lunchline and grabbed a tray.

He looked up at the gigantic woman on the far side of the food bar and looked down at the various foodstuffs, all of which looked to be nearly identical with slight coloration changes and varying consistency. Not that solids meant anything good with the food. He wisely decided to not have any soup. Moving on down the line, he came across actual solid foods--some of which actually looked to be edible! He took what the label identified as a chicken patty sandwich and sat it on his tray and moved onwards to vegetables, all of which were healthy-looking to the point of being an unhealthy combo of creepy and eerie. The least-offensive looking vegetables was broccoli, of which he grabbed a few stalks.

Next up came desserts. Several of them were homemade things which looked good, but Asano passed those by and took two pudding cups. Finally, he grabbed one of every kind of fruit juice, one of every kind of milk and a glass from the teacher's bar with which he promptly filled with soda. At the cash register, he payed the indicated amount and took his tray to a table. First he, opened all of his cartons of fluid and then took a sip from his Mello Yellow. And just as he was about to dive in and taste the chicken patty, an odd smell caught his attention, and it seemed to be originating from one of his cartons of juice. A simple test of each one succeeded in positively identifying the grape juice as having nearly completed the process of fermentation.

Asano sighed and pushed the grape juice to the side, not particularly wanting to drink over-sugared wine at this point in time. "Why can't the cafeteria actually serve things that are still well inside their expiraiton date?"
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Lupis went through the AHS lunch line, grabbing what looked both identifiable and somewhat healthy. His definition of healthy was, at the moment, anything that hadn't started growling at the passing students.
Having obtained something that might have been a salad in a previous life, he moved out of the line and looked for a table that wasn't completely filled.
"Why can't the cafeteria actually serve things that are still well inside their expiraiton date?"
"Weeds out the people to weak to fight off mold infection," Lupis said, sitting down. "That, or the food has evolved to the point of being able to influence the higher-ups. Care if I sit here?"
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The statement that another student made upon sitting nearby, obviously in response to his statement, made Asano laugh. Still sporting that grin, he turned towards the source of his amusement and was presented with a question, to which he gave a pretty fast answer. "Sure, go ahead." Looking back at his plate, he steeled himself and reached, bravely, for the chicken patty sandwich. Upon closer inspection, this sandwich proved to be a cold chicken patty shoved between the two halves of a bisciut.

"I'm sure I'd be outraged had this come as any surprise. The... rather lackluster quality of the food, I mean. Anyhow, wish me luck." And with that, he did the unthinkable and took a bite out of the sandwich and chewed it thoughtfully for a moment before forcing it down. Almost immediately, Asano turned several shades paler and seemed to be thinking while he stared at the patty, which turned out to be undercooked. After a moment, the paleness faded away, at which point he sat the chicken down on the tray and pushed it away.

"The chicken... is still partially frozen."
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"At least it's dead," Lupis commented, chewing on his salad. "By the cafeteria's standards, anyway."
He chewed another bite of salad, grimacing slightly. The food had never been spectacular here, but it seemed to have slid downhill since he had last been there.
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Asano stared at the other guy for a brief moment before he opened up the orange juice and was greeted with a similar smell that came from the grape juice at first. With his eye twitching, he carefully folded both the grape and orange juices closed and proceeded to hurl them against the wall as hard as he could. The yellow walls were now stained by not only improperly-made wine, but bad orange juice. Asano pulled the apple juice to himself and paused before opening it. "Do you think that it will be vinegar or hard cider when I open it?"

While he waited for an answer, he snatched the frozen chicken patty sandwich and threw it as hard as he could against the same wall where his juice went. "You know, this is much more useful than actually eating the attempted poison this cafeteria serves."
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Lupis half-watched Asano lauch his food at the wall with bemusement, mentally counting the time before one of the lunch-ladies noticed and brought down terrible, hair-netted wrath upon the other student.
"Probably completely passed fermentation," he said, taking another bite of his barely edible salad. "By now it's probably got its own little biosphere."
He was talking primarily out of politeness, since the other student seemed inclined towards conversation. He was slightly interested, however, in what the other student would do next. If nothing else, it pormised a bit of free entertainment.
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If there was anything that could draw Yuubae into a building of disgusting metas, it was the scent of food.

After wandering for hours in the twisting stone paths of the courtyard, a very lost and confused kitsune made his way to the… what did the humans call it… a ca-fe-te-ria? He never heard of such a thing, but it did not matter; the aroma of cooked meats and sweet treats lured him all the same. Flattening his thin body against a food-splattered wall, Yuubae shuffled unnoticed into the dining hall for a tasty snack.

There they were. Metahumans. Everywhere. Chatting, dining, lounging around, posing no threat in truth… but in the hanyou’s terrified eyes, monsters, barbarians, all of them. Hunger wilted, replaced with a growing, gut-wrenching horror. He heard tales of their heinous crimes from his guardian, his human Master, the wretched atrocities they inflicted on their victims. Never had Yuubae actually seen a metahuman, but here he was, standing in a throng of the very beings he had been taught to hate. It took all willpower not to turn around and bolt out the cafeteria in fear.

But there was one thing in the crowded room he would not shy away from. Food. His keen nose never betrayed him. Yuubae barged through the lunch line with the grace of a dump truck and practically dove into the pudding display, head and all. Manners, politeness, even the common sense to buy the items meant little to the mountain-born Yuubae. He nearly swallowed the little plastic cups whole, much to the surprise and revolt of fellow students. Spoiled, rotten, reeking, or not, everything tasted good if you hadn’t eaten in days.
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Asano smirked as Lupis made his bets and popped his knuckles to further the dramatic effect of opening the mystery carton of apple juice. Carefully, the carton was opened and no immediate smell graced or offended his senses, so he moved the carton closer to himself and still noticed nothing. He frowned slightly and put the lip of the carton right under his nose and tried smelling again. This time, he smelled apple juice. His frown turned into moderate surprise and he turned to look at Lupis, indicating the carton. "It seems to be actual, real, non-fermented apple juice."

The final test to undertake involved actually consuming it. So, throwing caution to the wind, he lifted the lip of the carton to his mouth and tilted it back, tasting the juice within. He had only tasted it for a few seconds when he lowered the juice and nodded in the affirmative. "It's definitley juice. Wow... the cafeteria actually got it right for once." Asano grinned and decided to see how the milk fared. He had barely opened it up initially when he tossed it as hard as he could at the same wall as the rest of the majority of his meal. The smell that was lingering around the table told exactly why: that milk had long since spoiled and actually was in the process of congealing into something not unlike cottage cheese. This he gathered from watching the 'milk' slide down the wall.

He decided to take this time to see what was going on up at the lunchline. Somebody or something had apparently made a beeline straight for it and was actually eating the food as though it were starved. As he stared, a very large sweatdrop rolled down the back of his head, indicating his thoughts on the situation. "Wow, I don't think I've ever seen anybody eat the food like that, before."
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"If that's actually good, you should save it for the collectors' value alone," Lupis said dryly.
"Wow, I don't think I've ever seen anybody eat the food like that, before."
Lupis turned slightly and saw the student --he assumed it was a student, at least-- that Asano was talking about.
"Must be pretty hungry," Lupis said, feeling that it usually helped to state all but the most blindingly obvious. "That or insane."
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Milk, juice, salads, sandwiches, soups, pudding, fruit, vegetables, Yuubae devoured them all with a ravenous and enthusiastic hunger. He had eaten much, much worse back in the country; even curdled milk tasted delicious compared to what he was used to. By the time Yuubae had engulfed the tray of potato salad, the waiting students finally grew agitated and sent him flying off the lunch line, making him land ungracefully on his rear end. He did not bother wipe the crumb stains of his mouth, or dust off his smudged crumpled uniform, the only pair of clothes in his possession. Instead, the little kitsune merely growled at the cashier, who was demanding something called “money” for the eaten goods, and then scrambled off to find something more delectable for his appetite.

It was there that he found it. Food! Tons of it! But… why was it splattered all over the wall?

Red-orange eyes dashed frantically around the cafeteria and saw the wastrel, carelessly flinging a chicken patty as if it were a commodity. If that metahuman… if that thing did not need it, surely it was for the taking…

Like a starving beast – or a raging lunatic, your pic -- Yuubae ran headlong toward Asano’s tray, greedy arms open and grabbing, mouth wide open and drooling to swallow the platter whole.
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Lupis watched with half-interest as the student was bodily ejected from the line. The insanely hungry student looked around a bit, and spotted the food Asano had splattered on the wall. Lupis got a nasty feeling regarding what was coming next. He scootched sideways as the other student's head turned and found the source of the splattered food -- Asano -- and then charged, arms and mouth open.
Oh, this is not going to be pretty...
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ArcHunter
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The sweatdrop on Asano's head persevered while he watched what happened at the lunchline. This odd, if not insane, student was actually eating the food... and not only was not getting sick (at least not to appearances) but was still hungry. He turned to the side to make a comment to Lupis, momentarily taking his eyes off the rampaging student. "You know, I wouldn't even be able to do what he's doing... and I'm fully immune to food poisoning!" After he said that, he noticed movement out of the corner of his eye and saw the rampaging, food-hungry student rushing at him.

Asano's response wasn't anything but pure instinct: he backed up... really fast, tripping backwards over his chair in the process. Upon righting himself, he saw that this other person was now in the process of devouring the broccoli stalks that remained on his plate. He looked nervously around and saw that most, if not all of the lunchroom was not only silent, but intently staring at the three of them. "Can I, err, help you?" He inquired at the food-crazy student, a slight hint of nervousness in his voice... with good reason. How else would he be expected to feel in this situation? Freaked out was a given and complete fear hadn't been arrived at yet, so nervous was a good middle ground.
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If Asano had said anything, it went on deaf ears. Yuubae’s body dove through the air, slow-motion it seemed, and slid rather ungracefully over the table. Fast hands wiped up, snatching food this way and that, gobbling it down in seconds flat, while a pair of greedy orange eyes scouring for anything else edible. The staring eyes, the gawking looks, went unnoticed. Food meant everything to the starving kitsune, so let these freaks stare all they want.

Now, as he finished up the broccoli stalks, and nibbled on the empty plastic tray, Yuubae could have asked the fellow student a number of questions. He could have asked were his dorm was located, since during his mad dash around campus, he had yet to visit his new quarters. He could have asked where the “classrooms” were, or what were these so-called “teachers” he had heard about. Lost, bewildered, the brown-haired teen should have asked Asano about everything about this new, foreign, modern world he was still getting accustomed to.

But that would have to wait. His skin, strangely, was growing a sickly pale of blue, and the hungry eyes had suddenly become…swirly. The world started to spin, become fuzzy. Clutching his bloated stomach, Yuubae tottered with uneven feet, and then… and then….

Collapsed in Asano’s lap.
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