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Post by theesoncarlile on Oct 1, 2008 20:08:10 GMT -7
Date: August 20th
Time: 12:00 AM
Theeson Carlile was currently digging through the cafeteria refrigerator, in search for that special meal to fit her taste buds. But, instead of finding that one special treat such as, lets say chocolate or donuts, she found.....Well, she wasn't exactly sure what it was really. Pulling the small Glad container of Blah, she closed the refrigerator door and turned her back to it. With the container in her hands, she made a very strange face after shaking it. It looked something along the lines of jello and fish eyes, but like mentioned before, she wasn't all that convinced. But hey a girls gotta eat when a girl wants too eat, right?
After raiding the area for a bowl, she went in search for a utensil to eat the goop with. First, she grabbed a fork, wondering if it was solid enough to eat with the sharp little object. Alas, after two tries, the goop seemed to slither right between the prongs, and back onto the bowl slash plate she had acquired. Throwing the fork in the sink behind her with ease, the short little woman went in search for another utensil. Next, she snagged a s p oo n. But, just like before it failed miserably. Then, a snazzy little idea popped into her head
S p oo n+Fork= VICTORY!
Scrambling around the kitchen, the bowl/plate of goop wiggling uncontrollably in her hand, she went in search of her next utensil. After a few minutes of looking through old take out bag, she finally found what she truly wanted. A spork
Now armed with a spork in one hand, and toxic goo in the other, she made her way back to the table areas, and sat down to enjoy her meal. With a very pleased smile on her face, she bent down to sniff the food first.
The smell was so terrible that her first reaction was to squeal, scream " EWWGROSS! " Then...fall out of her seat. But, determined female is determined! So she decided she Will EAT THE GOOP!
Sliding back onto her chair she stuck the spork into the goop. For a few seconds she watched the goop jiggle, then finally she tried her best to pull the spork out of the goop. Upon realizing that her tries were completely useless, Theeson let out a very depressed sort of noise, and faceplanted into the table
Failure, it hurts sometimes
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Post by thebard on Oct 1, 2008 21:02:53 GMT -7
Rowan was hungry... frightfully hungry. Meeting Typhon had made new songs surface in his mind, and he had been busy these last few days writing music, barely coming out even to eat. He only stopped when and if he and Typhon crossed paths. But... he was hungry. So hungry, in fact, he felt that he would begin eating his own hand in his ravenous need for sustenance.
Sighing heavily, he closed his music folder and slid off of his stool. Then, dressing quickly in some jeans, a t-shirt, and flip flops, he made his way out of his room and headed down the hallway. Tucking his hands into his back pockets, he hummed the song he had spent the last few hours on... the gift he would eventually present to Typhon. He didn't even realize that he had completely forgotten his hoodie, the article of clothing that he almost always had with him to hide from people. Pausing as he finally realized its absence, he just grinned for a moment and continued on. He didn't need it.
When he finally came upon the cafeteria, he looked up at the menu to see what had been the special that day. Frowning when he saw that it was hamburger gravy over mashed potatoes, he decided it would be best if he just made himself a sandwich with the plentiful sandwich fixings in the huge cafeteria refrigerators.
Still humming with his hands in his back pockets, Rowan made his way to the fridge, his flip-flops slapped against his bare heels as he walked. He gently brushed past Theeson as she walked out with a dish full of... something that smelled almost like death...so much so, Rowan almost gagged on the stench. She wasn't going to eat that was she?
Shrugging, Rowan figured 'to each their own', and opened the fridge to gather ingredients for a turkey and cheese sandwich. As he was plating up his snack, he heard what sounded like a head hitting the table. Blinking, he leaned backwards to look out the doorway to see Theeson, appearing to be unconscious having taken a cafeteria table to the face. "Holy!!" Rowan whispered urgently, leaving his snack on the counter to rush over to see if the young lady was all right.
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Post by theesoncarlile on Oct 2, 2008 16:54:33 GMT -7
" Why ? " Theeson whined to herself, " Why does it always happen to me- " She stopped herself in mid complain as she looked upwards to the ceiling, her bangs falling in front of her face. Her stomach rumbled and growled in a very unhappy manner as she eyed the dish in front of her. But, her nose spoke to her louder than her stomach did. Then, someone else came into the picture
Sitting up, she looked out of the corner of her eye and spotted Rowan, someone she had seen multiple times but never really got to talk to. Then suddenly out of no where, the jelled mass of whatever it was on the bowl/plate seemed to sizzle and deflate. This, was not a good sign. Nor was it a very good thing for poor ol' Theeson's sanity.
Shooting up out of her seat with a squeak, she backed as far away from the goop she could, and tried to catch her breath without fainting. " It moves!?!?! " She cried out, eyes very wide and bright with fear
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Post by thebard on Oct 2, 2008 17:58:43 GMT -7
>>"It moves!?!?! "<<
Well, at least she was conscious, so Rowan slowed down his pace, but the bowl of... something... suddenly splorted, shooting an arc of itself into the air where it landed on the floor with a splut, right in the line of the Ro's flip-flopping trajectory. Rowan tried to avoid it, but wearing flip-flops made it quite difficult. Hitting the small, oozing puddle, he yelped as his leg flung out from under him, sending him backside over tea-kettle into a very ungraceful somersault/tumble to the floor where he landed with a very heavy thud. His sandal flipped off of his foot, spinning through the air to hit Theeson in the forehead before landing square in the bowl of... stuff.
"... oooow..." Rowan moaned, having smacked not only his tail bone on the hard floor, but the back of his head as well. Then, he realized that it landed right on top of the puddle of sludge. "Oh... oh man, I'm lying in it, aren't I...?"
Slowly sitting up, he felt a very wet and sticky mess under his backside. Groaning he squeezed his eyes hut and shook his head. Maybe it was better to just stay in his room after all. Sighing resolutely, he looked up at Theeson and offered her his usual little bashful smile. "Hi..." he whispered, looking then to his flip-flop where it was stuck in her bowl of smelly, rancid, gelatin-like stuff. Sighing again, he looked back at her. "Are you okay?"
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Post by theesoncarlile on Oct 3, 2008 22:34:01 GMT -7
" Ow " Theeson murmured to herself as she rubbed the middle of her forehead. That rouge shoe had hit her quite hard, and it saddened her a bit. But, no use crying over deflated fish jello. Speaking of which, her glance wandered over to the goop with the flip flop now sticking out of it.
" Well, Im okay. " She started " But it seems that you're shoeless " Theeson finished, her lisp starting to shoe a bit more than before. Straightening her shirt, and the cuffs of her pants, she placed her hands onto her hips and looked up at the male.
" Heyyyyy " She started again with a slight smile, " You're Rowan righ- " She was stopped in mid sentance as the goop spurted out once more. Just before the acid goop hit her directly, Theeson jumped out of the way and stumbled towards Rowan, stopping maybe a foot away from him, eeping once or twice along the way
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Post by thebard on Oct 4, 2008 20:25:45 GMT -7
"The goop can keep the shoe as far as I'm concerned..." Rowan said iwth a chuckle as he began to lift himself up off the floor. "The stuff's probably eating it anyway, and I have other shoes. I'd walk across broken glass to avoid wearing a shoe that's been in something that foul."
Rowan heard the lisp in Theeson's words, and smiled. He knew her, though they never spoke, and heard he lisp before as well. He though it was a natural part of her, somewhat like a signature. Hefting himself up, he heard her begin to acknowledge that she too recognized him when the goop made another splort, this time it seemed to be shooting at Theeson, who came teetering towards him with a yelp. "Good lord that stuff is out for blood!" He said with an arched brow, looking into Theeson's eyes, grinning that they were about the same height. "And you were gonna eat that stuff? Looks like it would sooner eat you... or my shoe..."
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Post by theesoncarlile on Oct 8, 2008 18:29:09 GMT -7
" Yeah yeah, I was going to eat it....But I'd prefer if it ate the shoe rather than eat us as well " Theeson said before scooting further away from the goop. There was a ' plopdrip ' noise coming from the bottom of the table. The noise caused Theeson to become quite curious, then suddenly she got a ponder.
" I think its eating at the table " She said as she slowly slid towards the bowl. Towards the bowl? Towards the bowl! " Do you have a... never-mind " She said with a slight smirk as she walked back over towards him. Without turning to speak to his face, she said " I need your other shoe " Then walked back towards the goop, hand outstretched for his sandal
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Post by thebard on Oct 8, 2008 19:35:15 GMT -7
Rowan eagerly nodded his agreement at Theeson suggesting that the evil goop eat his shoe than the both of them. He liked living, and when he did die, he didn't want it to be in the belly of a sentient, acidic, gelatinous monstrosity born in the frigid depths of the BPRD's cafeteria refrigerator. But, when she asked for his shoe, Rowan's eyes went from the goop (which was making some more unreal, frightening noises) to Theeson and back again.
"My... my other shoe?" Rowan asked with a few blinks of his large, round, honey brown eyes. But, he figured that he lost one, why keep the other. So, lifting his foot up, he slid his other flip-flop off and handed it over to Theeson to stand barefoot on the cafeteria floor. "At least they keep the floors clean in here..." He muttered as Theeson took his shoe.
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