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Post by <DeVoN> on Nov 25, 2009 22:25:15 GMT -8
Devon was bored.
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......................Not that, you know... that was anything new.
But yeah, she was bored. Not as in nothing productive to do, even. As in nothing at all to do. She had completed her Sudoku/Kakuro book, her lunch was all done, and honestly... for once, things were sorta... peaceful.
As in the boring kind. Peace was fine when she was reading and doing puzzles and napping and shit, but.... this peace had lasted too long and had been way too boring.
She longed for entertainment. Entertainment in the form of conflict. ...But no regular little sissy-brawl was going to work here. No... Today, she longed for war. She longed for KRIEG.
........Food krieg, that is.
The cafeteria was fairly quiet, other than the simple chatter of students. Devon just walked on through, shadowed eyes casting themselves around, searching. Finally, they rested on one idiot who was just playing a game on his DS. Devon wasn't too much into that vidjigame shit, but her roommate did, so yeah, she knew a bit about that. In any case, the point was that he was distracted... and that he had a full tray of food. And walking right towards the table next to the kid was a rather large-looking kid and what she thought was his girlfriend.
Destiny had never called to her louder. Shit, this was a food fight just begging to happen.
Sneaking by, Devon slipped the tray off the table, ducked behind a table, and threw the thing right at the group, making it look as if the kid with the DS had done it. Globs of lumpy, unidentifiable yellow goop went all over the girl's face. The big guy, not so happy, threw his tray right back at the kid with the DS, who didn't even know what was happening until he had a big headache and a head full of gravy and dry tatter tot bits. He threw his drink right at the guy, who dodged it, hitting a girl in the table behind him.
.........Yeeeeeeeeeeah. Rinse and repeat, and basically, it didn't take long for it to escalate into a full-blown food fight. Devon simply continued to sit on the ground behind the table, watching the messy skirmish seemingly with boredom (as such an expression was sorta default for her) but in reality, she was rather amused at the damage that she caused.
She was content... for now. She wasn't going to get into this, though. Not at all. She just liked watching for now. Such juvenile behavior was quite below her... quite below her indeed.~
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Post by James Tariq Al-Mansour on Nov 25, 2009 22:54:20 GMT -8
It was James' first day back from a loooong trip back to his dear old dad's home country, he wasn't too thrilled about coming back here anyways, he barley knew anyone but he had come anyways, why? Nothing better to do.
As awful the schools food was, James was hungry and decided to brave it for today. Little did he know that the cafeteria was soon to turn into a war zone. One thing let to another and James was hit by some strange looking food in the back. It's not like he needed a reason to get involved but that had gone done it. Scooping a handful of mash potatoes he hurled it at some idiot and it collided with the back of his head.
He continued this process for a while until a crazy idea popped into his head, oh yeah this is going to turn some heads. James stood on top of a table still launching foods at what not, he grabbed an unopened bottle of coke gave it a good shake quickly opened it and tossed it at the center of the room before he could get blasted by it. Switching to his Arab rough accent James yelled "GRENADA!!"
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Post by <DeVoN> on Nov 26, 2009 9:05:44 GMT -8
~"GRENADA!!"~
Devon blinked as some crazy Arab kid threw a shook up bottle of coke into the middle of the room. The bottle practically exploded, showering many people in its contents.
Now, let's just note that Devon wasn't usually the type to participate in this sort of juvenile behavior. Watch it, sure, and maybe start it, but not all-out-participate.
.................
...You know what? Fuggit.
And so she did.
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.....Well.... I mean.... she joined the fight. Not.... ya know. Fuggin'.... something.... or, erm....
...........Yeah, shutting up now.
ANYWAYS.
Keeping low, Devon traveled from table to table, trying to not draw any attention to her, until she reached her goal: the fabled ketchup bottle. A worthy weapon for this battle, indeed. Worthy for an elite conquerer such as herself. Just for good measure, she grabbed the mustard bottle next to it as well.
Surely, this would be a food krieg to remember.
Her collected expression not betraying her excitement for a moment, she shot up from behind the table for a moment, letting watery, stainable condiments squirt from the depths of her weapons as they aimed towards the Arab kid's ass.
.......Yeeeeep. This juvenile behavior was QUITE below her, indeed. >_>
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Post by James Tariq Al-Mansour on Nov 26, 2009 15:15:48 GMT -8
James smiled at the effect the coke-assplotion had, he felt like using a well placed terrorist joke there but he was too caught up trying to avoid flying food. Actually aside from having his shirt messed up by some mystery meat this was the most fun he had in school for a while.
As he was about to toss a tray full of food at some random kid, James was shot in the ass, with catsoup ketchup and mustard."Bin gahba!"("son of a bitch)Seriously the Arab was not expecting that, it caused him to turn and hurl all the food on the girl who had just ketchup/mustarded his ass. She wasn't really James' intended target, but serves her right anyways. You don't shoot an Arab in the ass, you just don't.
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Post by Roy Atenwood on Nov 26, 2009 20:03:46 GMT -8
"Aw, shit!"
Roy freaked out a little bit as he dodged a flying sausage, then streams of ketchup and mustard from nowhere, getting hit in the face with several M&Ms. The bounced off of his forehead and fell to the ground....but then he slipped on a ketchup packet.
"Motherfuck! Ow....."
While on the ground, he rolled under a table, trying not to get his favorite hoody dirty in the crossfire. His black, ratty jeans he cared little for, but his black motorcycle boots were important to him, too.
"A guy can't even eat his damn lunch...."
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Post by <DeVoN> on Nov 26, 2009 21:45:32 GMT -8
Expecting retaliation, Devon quickly shoved her black-and-white-striped beanie into her pocket, not wanting it to get damaged. The rest of the clothes? Ah, fuck it, she could always make new ones. The beanie was special, though. One of the first things she ever knit and all.
Anyways, as soon as the beanie was off her head, the kid whose ass she was staining with condiments threw an entire tray of food at her. She tried ducking down out of the way, but it was a little late for her. Her face was hit straight-on with the food as she went down, covering her face in what she could only assume was creamed spinich and some sort of sloppy joe. Thankfully, the chocolate milk flew over her shoulder, but none the less, her face was quite messy at this point. Because of this, she had one thing on her mind right now.
Reveeeeeeeeeeeeenge.
I mean, hey, as far as she was concerned, it was the crazy Arab kid's fault for leaving himself open to attack like that.
*Splat*
....Aw, shit.
And now, some kid just threw some sorta steamin'-hot goop at her clean white shirt. Not nice at all. Gripping both bottles hard, she stood and squirted mustard at the arab kid and ketchup at the asshole who messed up her shirt.
...Honestly, though, on another note, she was just waiting for a "Wolverines!" reference to happen during all this. That would just about make her day right then and there.
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Post by Roy Atenwood on Nov 27, 2009 9:36:42 GMT -8
"WOLVERINES!"
Roy shouted as he popped up and threw a sandwich at the nearest person, which just happened to be a young lady he didn't know. He then reached down and grabbed some poor kid's Gatorade, popped the top, and threw it at an Arabic looking guy like a grenade, hoping to drench him.
Rolling back under a table for shelter, he giggled like a madman. This was fun.
Master Roy, you disappoint me...you're doing laundry when you get home.
Damn butler voice in my head, stay out of this.
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Post by James Tariq Al-Mansour on Nov 29, 2009 2:31:34 GMT -8
James blocked the on coming wave of mustard with his tray, he was about to retaliate when a bottle of Gatorade was sent flying at him. James did the only thing he can avoid getting drenched , he jumped off the table. Even then his jeans got a little soaked but he'll live with it.
James didn't look where he had jumped it was only a reaction, instead of jumping backwards off the table, instead the Arab jumped forward and he was going to land right on top of the girl with Ketchup/mustard.
"Ah shit!" Was all he could say and braced for impact.
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Post by <DeVoN> on Nov 30, 2009 6:57:04 GMT -8
~"WOLVERINES!"~
....Huh. Ask and ye shall receive...
Well, yeah, that made this food fight pretty much the epitome of awesome. So that pretty much made her life. Well... for the moment, anyways. Soon enough, though, her mustard bottle was just about empty, and the ketchup was just about to start running on fumes. She was about to toss the mustard bottle away, when she noticed something heading in her direction.
She didn't see the face of the kid that made the Red Dawn reference, nor did she see the Gatorade bottle that he threw. However, right as she turned around, she did happen to notice the 7'2", 260-pound Arab kid about to land right on top of her. She spoke, strangely enough, at the exact same time as he did.
"Ah, shit."
*Splat*
Or... well, at least that was what was supposed to happen, seeing how she was only 5'4", and this kid was more than twice her weight. Yet, somehow, and some way, she managed to survive with little to no damage. It was, however, extremely uncomfortable for her. Most of her body (except for her head) was trapped underneath him in what some might view as a rather compromising position, but what she viewed at the moment as simply uncomfortable. She didn't know about him, seeing how, ya know, he was the one on top here, but to her? Yeah, definitely uncomfortable. In fact, if he didn't get up soon, then she decided that she would beat the ever-loving shit out of this man. Of course, she was in a rather good mood now, so she decided that she would at least give this poor kid a chance.
"5."
She casually started counting down, not even looking at the kid, rather, staring at the ceiling.
"4."
If he didn't get what Devon was counting down towards by now, then our Arab friend here would have some problems soon.
"3..."
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Post by James Tariq Al-Mansour on Dec 2, 2009 6:51:25 GMT -8
Believe it or not this was as awkward for James as it was for the girl who he had just unintentionally body slammed. Then he heard her counting, definatly not a good sign.
"Crap, I'm really sorry about that." He said as he scrambled to get off her, he realized it was the ketchup mustard girl, he was considering retracting his previous statement but decided it wasn't anything personal. All is fair in love and war right?
Speaking of war...
There was still food flying all around the place, James picked up the tray he dropped earlier and used it as a shield from any stray pieces of food. The Arab turned to the girl beside him, an idea popped into his head. "If we're gonna make it out of here not covered in food, then I think we should work together." he said I'll cover you, you spray them. Waddya say?"
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Post by Roy Atenwood on Dec 5, 2009 14:09:13 GMT -8
"Oh shit!"
Slipped. Thud. Flat on his back, Roy rolled under a table to get out of the way of oncoming food. Crawling under the tables kept him from getting too messy, since nothing was really landing under them, and people were more busy with the fight topside than they were searching under tables.
"Hey, you two, down here. Less mess, eh?"
He beckoned the Arabic guy and the girl who may or may not have started the damn food krieg down under the tables, where it was relatively safe.
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Post by <DeVoN> on Dec 6, 2009 19:47:45 GMT -8
~"Crap, I'm really sorry about that."~
Huh. At least the kid's nice about it.
Of course, he probably didn't recognize her right then, but still. Politeness was good. There were all too few people who were polite towards others in this place, anyways. As he got up off of her, she sat up a little bit, but decided to remain low to the ground, not wanting to stick out as a target. Her hands traveled back over towards the near-empty ketchup and mustard bottles as she looked around wearily, wondering how she was going to get out of this with so little ammunition.
~"If we're gonna make it out of here not covered in food, then I think we should work together. I'll cover you, you spray them. Waddya say?"~
Devon glanced up at the Arab boy from the corner of her eye, thinking over the proposition. Though tempting, there was the fact that her bottles were almost out of juice. While she could probably still use them to squirt something else, the question would be what, and how to get it unharmed.
~"Hey, you two, down here. Less mess, eh?"~
Devon's eyes traveled to the young tattooed lad underneath one of the tables, and crawled quickly underneath to join him. Definitely better to plan out these things while under cover. When/if the young Arab man crawled down with her, she would then speak to him, her food-covered expression calmly watching the chaos whilst holding her weapons in front of her.
"Problem is, my weapons are almost empty. I'd be fine with providing offense, provided there was any sort of backup ammo around. Either of you kids know where there's any extra shit? Mustard, ketchup, hell, chocolate syrup would do."
No, she didn't think the shit on her face or shirt would be enough to refill the bottles. And yes, she just called two upperclassmen "kids".
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Post by James Tariq Al-Mansour on Dec 7, 2009 6:46:37 GMT -8
James followed the girl under the table it should provide them with some good cover as they planned their next move with their new comrade, he listened to her plan. Though he did raise an eyebrow when she called him kid, no one calls him anymore, I mean just look at him! James stands much taller than most grown men, and the beard! What kind of kid has a friggin beard?! He shook himself so he can bring his focus back to the plan.
"Well I'm sure there's plenty of that behind the serving counter. We'll have to stick together to make it through." James said then pointed at the other guy"You make a run for it, grab as much stuff as you can, ketchup, food, coke, whatever. Me and her are going to cover you with whatever ammo we got left."
James knew all those war games will come in handy one day.
"What do you guys think?" He asked them so he doesn't come off trying to be a leader or something.
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Post by Roy Atenwood on Dec 7, 2009 10:08:58 GMT -8
"I'll follow ya as far as the door, boss. "
Roy was facing a problem. The short but muscular young man had to go pee. It hadn't been a problem until the door became blocked by food throwing weirdos. Whoever started the food fight was in danger of him pissing in their pocket. It was REALLY pissing him off.
Better than being pissed on, though.
"I've...ah...got a personal issue to take care of. Too much soda, so to speak."
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Post by <DeVoN> on Dec 11, 2009 11:18:55 GMT -8
~"Well I'm sure there's plenty of that behind the serving counter. We'll have to stick together to make it through. You make a run for it, grab as much stuff as you can, ketchup, food, coke, whatever. Me and her are going to cover you with whatever ammo we got left. What do you guys think?"~
Sounded like a good plan to her. As long as she didn't have to be the one to go right in the middle of the fray, she was fine with anything. Though she was the one that started this whole mess (not to mention that she sure as hell wasn't regretting it; this was the most entertained she'd been in a while), she had no qualms about leaving. She was actually joining them in the hopes that she would be able to get out and wash out her clothes with at least minimum stainage.
~"I'll follow ya as far as the door, boss. I've...ah...got a personal issue to take care of. Too much soda, so to speak."~
Hey, that worked. Gave the man more reason to hurry up with the extra ammo. Once again... good thing she wasn't in his shoes.
"Sounds fine."
Devon popped off the caps for her condiments and combined them into the ketchup bottle, seeing how the mustard by itself was too little to be able to squirt properly. With their powers combined, it may not be Captain Planet, but hey, at least it would shoot farther. After putting the cap for her weapon back on, she looked over at the two, shaking the bottle to mix it up before gripping it with both hands, prepared to shoot at a moment's notice.
"Ready when you are."
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