bad food=bad tempers (open)

[Bastille Amtrum]

“why did you create bad food…” Bastille complained once again to the great observer. Her eyes narrowed at the disgusting high school cafeteria food that was slopped almost like syrup onto her tray. Her nose crinkled at the smell of it. She glared daggers at the lunch lady and then with a sigh paid up and moved quietly to a table by herself. Boy fans had decreased lately due to high hospital bills so it seemed Bastilles life had calmed down a bit. That was good, she needed breathing room.

Bastilles body hunched lightly as she secretly argued why bad food was not an initiative for good food, and also how bad food caused so many bad tempers. In the end she was there eating that syrupy bad food, silent in her thoughts, eyes closed. It was meant to be a boring day. A day she would actually attend classes. She had tests today. Her mind suddenly began to go over books and logic, the memories that seemed to be buried deep inside her from her old tutoring days. The food was tasteless as her thoughts took up most the work.

“Bastille….its been a while…” Garrett, her most violent fan…

“Avogadro’s number…what was it again…oh yah…” she mumbled in her voiced attempts to ignore him.

“So I was thinking, you’re a tuff chick…and im a tuff guy…we go together…cant you see it..?” he continued. Oh this monologue again. the Darwin’s incorporated theory monologue about two strong souls surviving and creating more strong souls together….aka the jack full of shit monologue.

“yes, yes Garrett I’ve hear this monologue before…unless you want to help me with math homework from two months ago, I believe you have enough medical bills to pay”

“now now don’t be like that…”

Bastilles crimson eyes opened in a bored stare. As he started that ignorant baby talking of his her eyes rolled in a large circle. They finished crossing at her nose and then went back to their bored look. She took her try quickly in hand and went to get up.

“all im saying is-“

*SLAM!*

Crouching slightly in her move to stand up she swiped around jumping onto the bench with speed and slammed her tray into the side of his face. As he fell the opposite direction she slammed the tray with amazing speed and strength into the other cheek then slammed her knee into his groin at the same time she slammed the tray over top his head. When his body crunched inward she slammed the tray up under his chin breaking his jaw with a sickening crack and then gracefully yet with full speed spun fully around slamming a round house kick into his side. The boy went flying side ways but Bastille wouldn’t let that happen. Shoving her arm after him she caught him by the hair and gripped it tightly as she slammed his face into the table. She let go dramatically as he slid down the table. Dusting her hands off she turned around with a grin. As he started to groan she stopped in her path and turned to look at him. He was defiantly passed out. But …taking her sword she stepped on his elbow letting it crack loudly as she bent down jamming her sword into his neck. He would be incapacitated for at least a weak. Flicking her hair over her shoulder she left the room grumbling, many staring in horror at the kids body.

“see god, I told you….bad food equals bad tempers…you just got the kid beat up” she said with a smirk as she sat down back in her seat waving the tray over her head towards the lunch lady.

“OI YOU….more over here please…and can you add rice to that order?” she said in a bored tone as if nothing had happened.

[Delilah A. Black]

Ah, lunch. The most leisurely time in the ever monotonous school day. Well, not as monotonous for Delilah...her day to day life was one big cluster fuck.

It would typically start with her dog, Chocofluff, yapping her head off as she tried to escape a hungry Letz Shake (who was intent on believing the pomeranian was a rat, his main staple). After rescuing her, she would have to help Arim out of some mishap, and Delilah never asked how she got herself into these situations. This time, Delilah had found Arim with her top half submerged in the washing machine, her legs thrashing as she struggled to free herself. Then Rem would try and convince Delilah to skip school to have marathon sex, Letz Shake would take the brakes out of her car as revenge for stealing his 'breakfast' from him (AKA, Chocofluff). And more of the same during school, after school, and when she should be sleeping. As a result, Lunch was the only time the raven haired mechanic had to herself.

She hummed to herself as she twirled her screw driver, her eyebrows drawn together in thought. She was crouched near an amplifier she had been working in for a couple months now; she was still figureing out a way to make it wireless, but also work in sync with the guitar. The concept was that if you turn a certain knob on the guitar, the amplifier would change it's note to harmonize with the chords on the guitar, playing two different notes and/or pitches at once. She was still trying to keep a low profile; her sudden and grand inheritance had landed her an article in the newspapers. People she'd never met before had been busy pushing themselves on her, in one way or another, asking for money, and the like. It didn't help that Arim had given her a makeover only a few weeks before. Then, she'd looked like a tomboy/rocker roadie, not bothering with makeup or proper hair conditioner. Now, however, while she hadn't changed internally, people seemed to assume that because she looked the part of a well-of girl...despite most of her new clothes being oil-stained.

Delilah frowned at the thought, but pushed it out of her head. Lunch was comparably short to the rest of the day, and she'd like to get a good start on this without much interruption.

*SLAM!*


That was shortlived.

The mechanic looked up the instant she heard the noise, her eyes immeidatly attaching to the culprit; a girl with gold and silver hair, and red eyes, the same shade as the tinge on Delilahs bangs. She raised an eyebrow as she watched the boy fall, holding his head, clearly dazed, and she felt herself smirk. That sure looked familliar. She unconciously rubbed the tattoo on her wrist. The mechanic watched as she waved her now empty (and dented) tray at the lunch ladies.

“OI YOU….more over here please…and can you add rice to that order?”

Delilah looked down at her own food, untouched. She looked at her amplifier, then shoved the tray down the line, to slide directly in front of Bastille. "Take mine, I'm not gonna eat it," She offered, her eyes drifting to the boy on the floor. She raised an eyebrow, her newly peirced one. "Just don't share it with him."

[Katsuri Katashi]

Slop? Why I never!

Not in the slight bit concerned with what was going on outside of his own little bubble at the moment. The problem was, what had entered his bubble was disgusting.. slop. "What the hell is this?" He looked down at his tray.. granted, he had no business bitching when he was using someone elses name to get himself some of this said slop. *CRACK* *WHACK* *Grooooan*.. it sounded like a poorly done fetish porno in here, either way, he was more focused on the food. "People in jail get fed better, get the fuck out from behind there. " He said staring to climb over the top of that metal food display rack, only to be hit in the head with a flying ladle. "The hell?" He shook his head a bit and launched over the edge, landing down on the other side, the lunch ladies running out like chickens with their heads cut off, all except for one big bitch, and I mean bitch, she stood there with a rather large cleaver in her hand.

"Get the fuck outta here you poor excuse for a chef. " He cocked up that sheath, withdrawing it from his fundoshi . The lady hurled that cleaver at him, getting a cock of his brow and a deflection of that sword last second, just barely with drawing it from its sheath before locking it back in. To this he took off as quickly as he could move that big body of his and slammed the end of that sheath into her gut, blowing the wind from her. Done with this, sheath was replaced and he hurled her out from behind the kitchen area. If there was one thing he hated more then an idiot it was lack of taste, and this place clearly lacked it. What he hell was that stuff anyways? Congealed snot?

He scoffed and shook his head, going to work and rummaging through that refrigerator in the back, tossing the frozen good out like they were rotten, which they probably were. He was looking for the stash the teachers had for their lunches, after all, he honestly doubted they would have the gall to serve that sort of stuff to the instructors that worked here.. come to think of it, he wondered if being a teachers assistant meant he could have gotten something better.. Either way. He shook his head and crouched down, having to sink nice and low so he could have explored the crisper's.

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastilles eyes raised at the girl offering her lunch. She took it with a smirk.

“thanks er-…” she was lost at the name. “sorry I didn’t catch your name” she said bluntly. She was ignoring most of the commotion else where. It wasn’t worth watching anyone else at the moment. But what this girl was doing interested her. A small perk maybe, but whatever it was it caught her eye. Her red eyes scanned over the work figuring it out almost easily. She then turn to look at the chef vs. student barrage with a sigh.

“never mind, I cant stomach another after seeing that” she called complaining and rested her head on her hand again turning back to the girl. “so you gonna answer the question?” she asked poleitly.

[Ranzou Yamamori]

Ranzou had been attending classes and doing his homework until now, things that gave him a relatively low profile. However, as he headed toward the cafeteria, he had a feeling that his peace would disappear. He opened the doors and saw one girl beating a boy with a tray, another girl just watching, and what seemed like a tall guy with a sword fighting with one of the cooks.

Ranzou stood there, a little surprised by what was happening, though he knew he should at least expect something like this everyday. He sighed and went to a table and sat down. He set a rectangular container down on the table and removed the clothe from it, folding it nicely and putting it in his right pocket. He opened the container and withdrew the chopsticks. This was his lunch: steamed rice with chicken katsu and gyoza on top, date-maki, and mochi. The sauce was absent. He also carried a bottle of water with him, and thus, this was his lunch.

"Itadakimasu," Ranzou said, picking up the chopsticks and closing his eyes. He learned early on that the school food made him lose his appetite, and seeing the fight between the guy and the cook made him think that the food was especially bad today. his picked up a piece of katsu and guided it to his mouth.

*CLUNG* Great... Metal against metal... Ranzou thought, chewing the chicken. *THUD* Something landed beside him, sticking into the table. Ranzou narrowly opened his right eye and saw a cleaver. He closed it. *OOPH* ...And the cook is now taking a nap... He picked up another piece of katsu and guided it to his mouth, chewing and swallowing.

"I was right, my peace did disappear..." Ranzou said. He gave a small smile. "Yet, this very entertaining."

[Delilah A. Black]

“thanks er-"

"No problem," She replied with a shrug.

"…sorry, I didn't catch your name,”

"Because I didn't give it," Delilah replied simply, but not without some humour. She wasn't being serious either way. She opened her mouth to reply with her name when the sounds of the cafeteria brawl caught her attention. She blinked at the noises for a moment, and chuckled, turning back to the red eyed girl.

"So, you gonna answer the question?"

Mmm?

Oh yeah...right.

"I'm Delilah Black," She replied, inclining her head as she began unscrewing the back of the amplifier. She stared at the inner components with puzzlement for a moment before heaving a sigh and rifling through her deep pockets, producing a smaller screw driver. "And you would be?"

[Bastille Amtrum]

“Bastille …” she replied simply.

She continued to stare over at her work though she did nothing to really get to close. She looked over at the other people with a sigh and turned back grinning. She began to hum slightly before pointing at her work.

“ok its killing me, what is that?” she asked in a still bored tone but with hints of curiosity. She was smirking at the work as if it had cured her of boredom for a week. In truth it might have. That was probably another reason she beat up the poor kid who was now being dragged to the nurse. Boredom. She was missing out and needed a little excitement. She was about to get onto the table and start egging people to take her on. However this girls project was interesting her and so table top games where postponed.

[Zana]

As the commotion raged on, Zan's head cocked to the left as his body rotated around. What was going on over there?! It sounded like the beginnings of a very nasty fight. ...And just great- the lunch ladies were scattering like cockroaches from the kitchen, while an older student was fighting with this giganto-lady. Over to the side, he spotted a kid, who was out cold, and two girls conversing near the front of the food line. Even further off, near the cafeteria's entrance, was a lone figure picking his way through to a table, where he promptly sat down and began eating.

Clash, thuds, and shrieks were heard as the cleaver went flying and imbedded itself into the table of the now eating kid. An opportunity! The kid seemingly continued eating as the commotion died down.

"Go for it! Go for it!! This is the best chance to get it!"

With a leap, Zan jumped out of his seat and sent his tray flying. The substance which used to be on the tray, flew out, and landed near the end of the table. Surprisingly, it began to bubble and melt through the metallic part of the table. Guess what the stuff was made out of? Rat poison mixed with some 2.5 M hydrochloric acid, which was "good" for promoting digestion. More like corrosion. -_-

He ran down the aisle, and turned sharply, then took a giant leap onto one of the tables. He began cavorting from table to table, spurred on by his whimsical idea.

"Watch it!"

"Move!!!"

Zan landed on Ranzou's table, and snatched the cleaver up gracelessly. Shortly afterwards, he slipped on the edge and fell forward. The cleaver clattered across the floor.

[Delilah A. Black]

"Bastille," The girl replied.

"Nice to meet you," she said a little absently, four screws sticking out of her teeth as she worked inside the amplifier, tweaking the wires, muttering under her breath, completely enveloped. This was her way of meditating. It completely relaxed her mind drift while still being functional at the same time.

"Ok, it's bothering me, what is that?"

"Mm?" She looked down at her work, then back at Bastille. "It's an amplifier. I'm modifying it so it's resonance capabilities harmonize with the chords and keys emitting from the speakers. Basically, I'm altering soundwaves and eliminating string talk, for guitars anyway, but this amp is already capable to combine with any instrument, brass included," She shrugged, ""Something I do on my spare time, when I get it anyway."

She was about to ask why the interest, but a cleaver suddenly skidded to a halt between them, blinking, she noticed the kerfuffle with the lunch ladies and frowned. Bending her back, she picked the knife up and examined it. She . "Tsk, look at these nicks in the blade. Looks like somebody doesn't know how to take care of weaponry." Flipping the knife in the air, she caught it by the hilt and held the dull side against the length of her forearm. Twirling it around her fingers, she handed it to the guy who dropped it, assuming he came to get it anyway. "Didn't your mother ever tell you not to play with knives?" she scolded mockingly.

[Zana]

Zan strolled over to retrieve his knife. However, the girl holding it...well...she seemed to be mocking/scolding him. And this made Zan very. very pissed. Cocking his head to the right as he took the knife back, he ran his index finger along the blade absentmindedly until it began to bleed.

Looking back up at the girl who handed the knife to him, Zan formed a small hole at the corner of his mouth.

"Che-don't worry about my safety. I've been partially impaled before."

The room had become a large mosh pit of rowdy students by now, some screaming, others joining in on the action, while the quiet ones left. A loud crunching sound resonated throughout the room. What now?