Cooks of 259 Unite! ( Open )

[Anton Lorenz]

Hm...live fish, huh?

Anton stepped in, the sound of salt-&-pepper slip-ons tapping against the floor as he scratched his stubbly chin. He'd dust his tall white tee off, the canvas now white, after ridding it of crumbs---he'd woken up later than usual & had to eat on the move. His eyelids were half-open, & Anton showed even more sign of lethargy with a deep yawn, though out of what he was taught as good manners, covered his mouth. Not everyone wanted to see your throat, after all.

It was funny; though he generally kept to himself, not necessarily enjoying others' company in class, he looked forward to cooking in class day after day, which was evident with decent marks. Granted, he wasn't necessarily a star student or a master cook, but he did his job. Thus was Anton's goal: find out what was cooking today, cook it, & put the tupperware bowl in his backpack to good use before class was over.

[Anton Lorenz]

"Hm...I ain't had fish in a minute, & ain't shit in the fridge at home. Sounds good, if I can make this right. What all we cookin' wit it, Mr. H.?"

Anton flashed a smile, despite his obvious fatigue. The sight of Hiroko was enough of a wake-up call to get him more up & running---Anton dared not to cross him for a reason. Yet, the guy hadn't yet given him personal reason to fear his home ec. teacher; it was the gossip & his occasional acts of discipline that made him seem like such a force of nature, or as Anton would like to put it, "somebody that can show you da business wit one hit."

But he was a good teacher, nonetheless. And in all actuality, this was one of the few times they spoke; without the interaction directly, Anton still flowed through this class with minimal problems. Maybe if things got a tad closer, the teacher-student cooperation may prove to be effective in the quality of his work. A bit of motivation, maybe?

[Anton Lorenz]

Simple & good, huh? Hopefully, it would actually be healthy, in that case. Anton was, in all technical terms, a bachelor with his own place, but that was no excuse to slack---he was disciplined to be in peak physical condition for whenever the need arose to use that body of his to protect itself. Granted, he hadn't had to use it since he moved out to Long Beach, but who knows? He might walk outside one day with a red fitted cap with some Crips hanging out on his front porch passing the blunt. Anything could happen. Thus, there was two parts to keeping his body at its best---the training, & the diet.

But speaking of body, Mr. H DID mention how the class was empty---save for Anton, the teacher & that one kid sitting at his desk, still asleep. Was it just a big skip day? Maybe. Was there probably some fight in the school? More probable reason. In Anton's silent experience of 259 over the past month, he could conclude that this school was HELL with textbooks. "Eyy, Mr. H? I was wonderin'...I can see that the school ain't really got nobody enforcin' no code of conduct or nuttin' like dat, but this place is outta CONTROL. How it even get dat way?"

[Jenna Scorn]

White boots gently tapped, and rasped against the tiled floor of the halls of 259. And as the young girl rounded the corner, those blue eyes would fall upon the door of the Home Ech room. Soon, stepping into the doorway and giving a small tap to the door.She peeked in, a few strands of pink hair falling in her face, curled ringlets falling down her shoulders and the small of her back as she blinked those eyes.

"Good morning everyone!"

Stepping in, a pink plaid sweet lolita outfit adorned upon her frame. and a pink headress tied about her head, now tilting her head to the side she'd take note of Hiroko and Anton.

A gentle smile, and now a wave of that dainty hand.

OOC:
And for those of you who aren't familiar with Lolita fashion.
This is the outfit she's wearing (the one on the right).

i48.photobucket.com/albums/f218/Teh_Spiff/Lolitas/1145230394_f.jpg

[Anton Lorenz]

Wow..heavy. After a message like that, Anton could only turn his head away, blink out some moisture from his eyes, bite at the inside of his lower lip, & put a hand to his mouth. Mr. H's words hit hard---Anton never had anyone tell something like that in the context of blatant honesty; not even his father or Master Shabazz had the gall to give him a life lesson without sugarcoating the basic idea.

Worst part is, there was a piece of himself that believed what was told. Then again, coming from a guy who never truly experienced the real world in all its ugliness (save him being in witness protection for his mother's death), the concept seemed farfetched, for the most part.

But that was a conversation & general thought for later; he'd shout a not-so-emphatic "What's up" to the girl before turning back to the ingredients---of course, his focus returned to Calamity soon after. His first thought was what she had on & what possessed her to wear it. His second thought was keeping him from just blabbing out the first. Howeer, Anton knew by now Calamity's sense of fashion, & remembered that he didn't necessarily fit in either. He'd make sure to keep his mouth shut & do as he usually did, which was not focus on the clothes, but what was underneath to take his mind off her choice of outfit.

[Jenna Scorn]

That same smile pressed along the young Asian's lips as she made her way deeper into the classroom. She'd let her white bunny purse rest upon a clean counter, zipping it up quickly and leaving it aside as she'd glance at Hiroko for a quick moment.

now, she'd let her eyes linger upon Anton, those beats rasping against the floor as she now stood beside him, peeking over his shoulder.

"What you boys doin?"

Brushing a few strands of curled hair from her face, and tucking them behind her ear.

"Can I help?"

A small question, nothing big.

She liked helping, being of service.

[Anton Lorenz]

Anton would simply begin to take mental notes on the instructions given before actually taking up knife & practicing what he'd learned. However, his mind still trailed to Mr. H's words. Yes, he knew there was a level of good & a level of evil that people could do---if that wasn't the case, his mother wouldn't have been in a grave with a bullethole in her head. However, what he'd just heard was nothing short of a good way to lose faith in humanity.

Not just that, but he'd begun to assess his own life, in terms of how much he'd done to show what Hiroko believed to be true human nature. He had a habit of cracking jokes---did that count for every person he played the dozens with & won? Minor scuffles when necessary, choosing not to let the cashier know that he may've given more change than he should have, even preventing pedestrians from tripping over something when he saw the threat before they did?

Guilt had set in---not massively, considering even he knew that he did nothing seriously harmful, though he didn't necessarily believe in little white lies. Anton would take a deep breath & focus back on the lesson at hand.

[Jenna Scorn]

"Come over here."

Hiroko had spoken, and he wasn't a force to be reckoned with.
She'd witnessed his anger at the assembly and without a doubt, Hiroko was dangerous.

But now as she made her way over to him, those boots giving a small thud across the floor as she'd settle next to him. A few feet away from him, obviously not wanting to invade his personal space.

A small glance over to the other boy, and now a quick glance to Hiroko yet again.

The air had seemed to be a little tense, had she interrupted something?

No bother, shaking it off as she watched Hiroko's hands.

She knew how to cook.
Mostly Japanese foods, so this would be knew to her.

[Delilah A. Black]

A girl with raven black hair entered the room, slipping in quietly, spare for the sparse muttering under her breath. Something about 'idiots' and 'not even here two seconds' and 'the hell do I want with that?'. Placing her bag down near the far wall, thrn turned back to face the teacher and few other students in the room with an apologetic smile. Thats it? I guess not many kids are interested in culinary arts these days...

"Sorry I'm late." She said with a bit of a grim smile as she slipped her hair tie around the span of her fingers and began pulling her hair back. It was too long to have it stay down, and besides, hair in food? Nasty... "I got a little lost and had a run in with a couple kids who either wanted me to give them drugs or to buy them from them. A teacher finally got to them, and I got outta Denver..." The girl realised she was ranting and mentally beat herself for it. Her blue eyes turned to the teacher, catching teh new girl a little off guard by his size. She regained her composure. "I'm Delilah Black, by the way. Do I need a late-slip or something?"

[seishounohana]

Emily would seemingly just appear next to Delilah and say a simple, "Ditto." as if she too was late. Well, Emily wasn't usually THIS late... blame all those manga deadlines!

The girl would just stand beside the newcomer and find herself a seat with her eyes to sit on once the teacher would excuse her tardiness and let her into the class.

She ran a hand across her hair and combed it with her fingers and sighed lightly. Emily hoped that her first week in school would be at the very least academically satisfactory - all she got now was a couple of Tardiness slips.

So far, she only subject she has been to without one was English.

Looks like the girl's very VERY subject to detention one day. Oh, the horror.

[Delilah A. Black]

Delilah blinked, taking a seat near Emily and rubbing the tattoo on her wrist. She could have sworn it took at least five or six minutes to beat the hell outta those junkies...ah, well. It didn't really look like it mattered at this point, seeing as the class only consisted of her and this other girl.

The raven haired mechanic was fine with that. She worked at the resturant, but there was still a lot she didn't know how to make. Though confidence was her facade, she knew she'd get nervous with others watching her. Delilah turned her attention to the teacher and couldn't help but think; Looks can be decieving.... "What are we making today, Mr. Katashi?" She had refered to her student map for the information pertaining to the rather burlesque teachers name beforehand.

[seishounohana]

Yes! Finally, a subject she wasn't late in. Emily took a seat nearest the teacher. Well, primarily because she didn't want to miss a single word of instruction.

Emily was a good cook, but not good enough compared to her brother. Well, that has to change!

Hopefully, this class would help her do just that. She tied up her hair into a bun to make sure she won't put any strands of it when she cooked something - having that happen would be a total disaster.

[seishounohana]

'Pot roast? Doesn't that involve either a pressure cooker, a broiler or an oven?'

'It's a fucking ROAST. Not POT ROAST.' she thought, when a woosh sound came flying to the girl named Delilah.

Emily's eyes traced the knife and stared at it and smiled. THIS WAS HER KIND OF CLASS! ... or at least her other self.

'Hawt damn. Really. Please I think I'll need a name of my own, Emz.'

'... What? You'll take my Japanese name and call yourself Kari?'

'Hey, that's a fucking decent Idea. From now on, call moi Kari!'

'Kari means light... well besides Hikari and Hikaru. Not Like anyone calls me Kari here in America.'

[Delilah A. Black]

As knife stuck in the wall near her, Delilah wouldn't flinch. Instead, a smirk lifted her lips. If he had meant to hit her, he would have...she had heard it before she saw it, however, so that reminded her to use caution when dealing with Brutal. This should be fun. She listened to his ingrediants list and murmured them lightly under her breath to remember them. Her smile widened a little more. "Sounds fun." She pulled the knife out of the wall and walked to the sink, quickly washing the knife, and her hands, though not in that order.

Her hair was already tied back, and she looked around the kitchen briefly for the cupboards. She opened two and came up empty handed before finding the ingrediants. He'd actually want real onions and not powder, she'd assume, but how did he prefer the garlic? She turned her head towards him. "Powdered, whole, diced, or shaved garlic?"

[seishounohana]

"A Rotisserie, eh?... Are there any qualifications in the meat to ensure that our roast be cooked evenly?" Emily asked, finished with her own self-preparations. An important thing in cooking is knowing how to pick the best pieces - which was Emily's talents. Choosing the right shape, cut, and meat does make a difference.

This girl was very eager to learn how to cook better. Hopefully, this teacher saw that.