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rakuen2011-02-26 08:23 pm
utopiamods) wrote in rakuen2011-02-26 08:23 pm
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Enki had taken one look at the food offered, and immediately went for the fruit, which was, thankfully, still present in their bowls. There was no way he was eating whatever that was.
No way at all.
He'd probably drop dead before he'd chewed the first bite properly. He wasn't touching that with a pole. Somehow, he felt unclean simply passing the food and picking up the fruit.
And if Shōryū made fun of him, he'd throw this overripe... uh... whatever it was in his face.
No way at all.
He'd probably drop dead before he'd chewed the first bite properly. He wasn't touching that with a pole. Somehow, he felt unclean simply passing the food and picking up the fruit.
And if Shōryū made fun of him, he'd throw this overripe... uh... whatever it was in his face.
Romeo felt very stupid as he stared at all the food, especially since everyone else seemed to know what it was. It was made worse by the fact that there were labels on the food to tell you what it was called but Romeo couldn't read them!
Luckily the people who were serving the food were happy enough to tell him what everything was called, so when they had told him they were serving Pizza he had asked for that; glad to recognise the name of something.
However when he had been given the pizza on his plate he blinked at it in confusion. This didn't look like any pizza Romeo had ever eaten before, he had had it when he was little back before the drought had came and they had no food. Even in the fancy stalls in Milano that he had seen in his time there he had never seen anything like this.
Still he was always up for trying something knew, and he had tried a lot of strange things since coming to this school so he went and sat down at a table and tried the strange looking pizza.
And nearly choked... what was this? He grimaced as he chewed it and swallowed it, who on earth thought making cheese hot and stringy was a good idea? And putting it on pizza? "This isn't pizza!" He frowned but he took another bite grimacing again at the strange texture and mix of tastes. This was disgusting.
Luckily the people who were serving the food were happy enough to tell him what everything was called, so when they had told him they were serving Pizza he had asked for that; glad to recognise the name of something.
However when he had been given the pizza on his plate he blinked at it in confusion. This didn't look like any pizza Romeo had ever eaten before, he had had it when he was little back before the drought had came and they had no food. Even in the fancy stalls in Milano that he had seen in his time there he had never seen anything like this.
Still he was always up for trying something knew, and he had tried a lot of strange things since coming to this school so he went and sat down at a table and tried the strange looking pizza.
And nearly choked... what was this? He grimaced as he chewed it and swallowed it, who on earth thought making cheese hot and stringy was a good idea? And putting it on pizza? "This isn't pizza!" He frowned but he took another bite grimacing again at the strange texture and mix of tastes. This was disgusting.
"Oi, kid..." growled a deep voice to Romeo's left; it seems as if he were standing 'in the way' of the larger, green-haired individual who was addressing him.
Zoro stared down at him, holding a tray of his own topped with plates of pizza, sandwiches, as well as burgers and fries as he stood just behind Romeo in the serving line. Taller and built with lean, powerful muscles from head to toe, he seemed to exude a tangible aura of intimidation, to say nothing at all of the long, battle-earned scar over his left eye.
"If you don't like it, get something else," he said firmly. There was no anger in his voice, but instead, his tone was almost...scolding. "But you're holding up the line."
Zoro himself had no reservations with the food, nor the language on the menu itself. He was new, but now that he had learned how to work with the system in place, he was more interested in finding a place to sit and eat in peace rather than be stuck waiting behind a picky eater.
Zoro stared down at him, holding a tray of his own topped with plates of pizza, sandwiches, as well as burgers and fries as he stood just behind Romeo in the serving line. Taller and built with lean, powerful muscles from head to toe, he seemed to exude a tangible aura of intimidation, to say nothing at all of the long, battle-earned scar over his left eye.
"If you don't like it, get something else," he said firmly. There was no anger in his voice, but instead, his tone was almost...scolding. "But you're holding up the line."
Zoro himself had no reservations with the food, nor the language on the menu itself. He was new, but now that he had learned how to work with the system in place, he was more interested in finding a place to sit and eat in peace rather than be stuck waiting behind a picky eater.
Romeo jumped around to see a huge man behind him, a huge man who did not look happy to see Romeo there. Romeo was frozen for a moment though his instincts told him to run the man had spoken to him and he couldn't bring himself to ignore an adult. He was so scared that it took a moment to realise that the man had spoken more.
His eyes went wide and he shook his head clutching the plate to him. He might not like it but he wasn't going to give it up, he was hungry. "I'm sorry sir!" He tried to sound chirpy but it came out more like a frightened yelp.
He side stepped out the line trembling still, so much that he almost dropped the pizza off the plate.
His eyes went wide and he shook his head clutching the plate to him. He might not like it but he wasn't going to give it up, he was hungry. "I'm sorry sir!" He tried to sound chirpy but it came out more like a frightened yelp.
He side stepped out the line trembling still, so much that he almost dropped the pizza off the plate.
His shoulders suddenly dropping, Zoro let out an exasperated sigh, then took a firm-yet-gentle grasp of Romeo's shoulder. Carefully, as he was easily able to recognize that this was a rather timid sort of person, Zoro led him back into the line, never having intended to make Romeo abandon his place entirely.
"I didn't say 'get out of the way'," he continued, shaking his head disappointedly. "I just want you to keep moving. Y'know...get everything you want and then leave."
There were other options ahead - side dishes, drinks, and desserts - and Zoro wasn't about to make the younger lad miss out on them. Instead, he nodded his head sharply, gesturing with it as if to say 'go ahead'.
"I didn't say 'get out of the way'," he continued, shaking his head disappointedly. "I just want you to keep moving. Y'know...get everything you want and then leave."
There were other options ahead - side dishes, drinks, and desserts - and Zoro wasn't about to make the younger lad miss out on them. Instead, he nodded his head sharply, gesturing with it as if to say 'go ahead'.
Lunchtime! Fletcher was sitting at a table with a tray in front of himself, chowing down. He was a bit worried about how things had been switched up this week; what was going to happen at the end of the tournament? At least he didn't have to fight anyone, though...
Said stranger was also not sitting on a seat by the table, but on the table instead.
He caught her quick smile out of the corner of his eye, and tossed her a lop-sided smile back. Really, we wasn't cut out for this... Contrary to Shōryū, he preferred wandering Kankyuu and the countryside, not actually talking (not that Shōryū always did lots of talking) to the various people he met.
He caught her quick smile out of the corner of his eye, and tossed her a lop-sided smile back. Really, we wasn't cut out for this... Contrary to Shōryū, he preferred wandering Kankyuu and the countryside, not actually talking (not that Shōryū always did lots of talking) to the various people he met.
Kallen had placed herself down at the table. She hadn't noticed the boy there at first until she sat down. But he seemed to be... intently thinking about something.
"Is everything all right?"
"Is everything all right?"
"Huh?" Fletcher looked up, just now noticing that someone was sitting in front of him. "Um, yeah. Thank you. I was just thinking about... the tournament."
"Oh..." Conversation killer just because it wasn't the best or greatest thing on anyone's mind. "Someone you know is involved?"
He shook his head. "Well, I'm friends with Molly and I fought Grenn once, but I don't really know anyone else." It might not have been the best thing to think about, but it was pretty much all that was on his mind.
"I see." Both of those names rang in her mind. "It's difficult isn't it?"
"Y-yeah..." He looked back down at his lunch. "It's... it's really tough, here."
"If you don't mind me asking, how old are you?"
He wasn't sure why she was asking, but he didn't have any problem answering. "I'm ten." He didn't really like being reminded that he was so much younger than most everyone else.
Utena's plate was piled high with everything but the main course tonight: egg salad sandwiches. For some reason, that one kind of food made her intensely uncomfortable. So it was all appetizers today.
She turned, looking for familiar faces. She could sit with the basketball team but they were always vaguely resentful after she beat them.
She turned, looking for familiar faces. She could sit with the basketball team but they were always vaguely resentful after she beat them.
She nodded. Another child dragged into the whims of this world.
"Um... I'm Fletcher," he said after a long pause. "What's your name?"
"Kallen." She smiled softly. "Not that I'm responsible, but I'm sorry you got dragged into all of this."
Enki knew he should maybe attempt to behave better, but a few hundred years of habit was hard to break, and he could see better when sitting on the table instead. He stifled a small sigh and turned halfway around so he could look at the girl better.
She looked nervous, even if she was trying to hide it.
"You can move, if you feel like it. I don't mind," Enki said with a shrug and picked up a peach from his collection and was once again treated to how fantastic they tasted.
She looked nervous, even if she was trying to hide it.
"You can move, if you feel like it. I don't mind," Enki said with a shrug and picked up a peach from his collection and was once again treated to how fantastic they tasted.
Romeo winced and waited for the blow that was surely to come from being grabbed but it didn't come. If this was another kid who was steering him around like this Romeo would have gotten out of the grip and gave him a mouthfull for dragging him about but this man was definitly not a kid and even though he hadn't hit him yet he might if Romeo struggled.
He took a deep breath to calm himself down, he had been silly being so scared, what would the Black Brother's think of him? Nikkita would be laughing so hard! And Alfredo, what would Alfredo do in this situation?
"I'm sorry sir!" His voice was calmer this time, stronger; he moved forward when told to, he didn't pick up any other food, because he wasn't sure he was allowed more than one thing to eat, and the slice of pizza, however weird and disgusting it looked was quite big.
Trying to act like he wasn't terrified of the man behind him Romeo grabbed a glass of water, as he didn't have a player he wasn't allowed dessert. But he didn't really mind, he had had dessert the week before and it had been strange, very sweet and made Romeo feel slightly ill. He grabbed a pear though, because this place had a lot of different fruit and Romeo had found that he liked it all! Though nothing was quite as nice as apples.
Then he stepped out of the queue and watched the scary man warily.
He took a deep breath to calm himself down, he had been silly being so scared, what would the Black Brother's think of him? Nikkita would be laughing so hard! And Alfredo, what would Alfredo do in this situation?
"I'm sorry sir!" His voice was calmer this time, stronger; he moved forward when told to, he didn't pick up any other food, because he wasn't sure he was allowed more than one thing to eat, and the slice of pizza, however weird and disgusting it looked was quite big.
Trying to act like he wasn't terrified of the man behind him Romeo grabbed a glass of water, as he didn't have a player he wasn't allowed dessert. But he didn't really mind, he had had dessert the week before and it had been strange, very sweet and made Romeo feel slightly ill. He grabbed a pear though, because this place had a lot of different fruit and Romeo had found that he liked it all! Though nothing was quite as nice as apples.
Then he stepped out of the queue and watched the scary man warily.
[See Mei sulk. See Mei sulk FOREVER. Where is she sulking? At a table somewhere, poking despondently at her lunch. Why is she sulking? Because she has been ever since someone, in short, explained to her that she qualified as...
Well...
A TERRORIST.
That it had come from a friend had made it ten times worse.]
...but we're the heroes...
[She mumbles it to herself and turns the food on her plate over again with a fork. Siiigh.]
Well...
A TERRORIST.
That it had come from a friend had made it ten times worse.]
...but we're the heroes...
[She mumbles it to herself and turns the food on her plate over again with a fork. Siiigh.]
[Grenn isn't very pleased with the food choices this lunch, so it got to be pizza. Even if it doesn't really look like proper pizza. She'd also planned just to find the closest table with no other table beside it, but then she spots Mei, and the girl's looking upset.
What now?]
... Mei. What is it? The food that bad? [Considering the girl is poking at the food like it might jump up and bite her (and for some of the food today, Grenn agreed), it seems like a logical conclusion.]
What now?]
... Mei. What is it? The food that bad? [Considering the girl is poking at the food like it might jump up and bite her (and for some of the food today, Grenn agreed), it seems like a logical conclusion.]
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