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Post by matthias on Aug 8, 2011 19:34:08 GMT -5
Matthias pressed his ear against the kitchen door, trying to discern the voices on the other side. It didn't sound like the chef was in there at the moment, but it was always better to be safe than sorry. The kitchen was one of the few places the young boy never teleported into; he'd been caught by the chef a total of once and nearly having a pot of boiling water dumped on him was enough to never make that mistake again.
So instead he looked over both shoulders before slowly pushing open the swinging doors. Students really weren't supposed to be back here, but so long as you had friends in the right places it was never a big deal. Matty's connection came in the form of one of the elderly cooks. She was a sweet, plump, matronly woman with salt and pepper hair and bright red lipstick. Her name was Gertrude (though everyone called her Gertie) and Matty had found himself her adopted grandson by the end of his freshman year. It had been she who'd saved his skin after his run in with the chef, and ever since then he'd stop by at least once a week to say hello and sneak an extra dessert.
"Hey Gertie?" he called loudly enough to be heard but softly enough to not draw too much attention. He made his way past a rack of produce, looking for the older woman while simultaneously keeping an eye out for the head chef. It was roughly an hour before lunch started so he knew the kitchen would be busy. Cooks were bustling about every which way, carrying various cookware foodstuffs. Gertie, however, was nowhere to be found.
Frowning a bit, Matty decided to search for a few more minutes, plucking a brownie from the dessert tray as he went. Chances were it was Gertie's day off today, but that wouldn't stop him from making sure. For Matty, talking with her was almost like being back home, even if their conversations could only last five minutes.
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Post by Damian O'Callaghan on Aug 11, 2011 0:00:17 GMT -5
. tell the world
i'm coming home .
Damian was going to get cake. Of the chocolate sort, if he could manage it. He knew it was a more of a feminine thing to each chocolate so religiously, but he figured he was allowed one oddity. Besides, the mood that the day so far had put him in meant he might just kill anyone who pointed that out. He was getting chocolate, and he was getting cake. And having thought of it, he would be okay if they were separate. Mm...cake...if only he could find the kitchen. That was proving to be the problem, since he wasn't entirely sure where the source of all food was. Somewhere on the ground floor, if the school had any sort of logic to it...which probably meant the kitchens were on the top floor. Or had to be reached through some secret passage in the second floor bathrooms...
Almost as if in answer to his thoughts, Damian's shoe caught on the floor, just a stumble, and sent him careening into the wall. Only the wall gave way, a pair of doors swinging open to deposit him on the floor. Damian had only enough time to make a surprised noise before he hit cool tile. Warmth swept over him from the room, and Damian tilted his head to hear what was happening in the room. It was a lot of confusing hustle and bustle, metal banging and people talking. The smells were good, though, lots of food. Food...kitchens! Feeling victorious, Damian climbed slowly to his feet, suddenly aware that he might need to explain to somebody what happened. Only, he didn't know if anyone had seen his wipeout, or if they were watching him now. After a moment's though, he shrugged, decided if no one asked, he wasn't going to say, and began to grope his away along the wall in an attempt to find dessert smells.
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Post by matthias on Aug 23, 2011 12:35:25 GMT -5
ooc: no worries. sorry this took so long to get out. The sound of the doors being forced open a little too quickly caught his attention. Abandoning his search for Gertie altogether (and grabbing himself another brownie), Matty decided to give himself a new mission. Usually the doors only made that much commotion if there was an accident or someone entering was severely pissed off. Putting his faith in the former option, he would chance investigating whoever had just entered.
He didn't have to go all that far to discover the mysterious presence. Whoever it was had decided to head in his direction, and he had just turned the corner away from the dessert trays and towards the main doors when he caught sight of someone fumbling their way towards him. It was an older guy, probably in his twenties. Whether that made him a teacher or a student Matty couldn't be sure, though he really hoped it was another student (a student would be less likely to get him into trouble). Something seemed a bit off with the guy too given the way he was dragging his hand over the wall; if he wasn't careful, he'd be smacking into one of the racks soon.
But Matty didn't let that deter him. Instead he walked a little closer, eying the guy up but grinning none the less. He'd already thrown caution to the wind, so he'd worry about the consequences of his actions later. "Hey, you lost or somethin'?" His voice was friendly enough, laced with just a hint of curiosity. It wasn't often that he ran into someone else lurking in the kitchens that didn't belong there.
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Post by Damian O'Callaghan on Aug 23, 2011 19:58:53 GMT -5
. tell the world
i'm coming home .
Damian heard the footsteps coming toward him, though with all the other noises he didn't quiet pay the attention he should have been. So much so that when he heard the voice asking if he was lost, he started in surprise, and then froze. He hadn't expected anyone to acknowledge him, and now that it had happened, he wasn't entirely sure how to react. Say he was fine and continue to stumble around until he hit something and made a mess, or just take the help?
"Uh...sorta. I'm trying to find chocolate cake. Any idea where they keep that kind of thing?" As he spoke, Damian pushed a little air out toward the other boy. He was a little shorter than Damian, thought he might have been a little younger, and was holding something in his hand. Almost at the same moment, Damian got a whiff of something that smelled like the desired chocolate.
"You smell like chocolate." Which wouldn't be weird at all to hear. Damian remembered a second too late that the new guy didn't know he was blind, and he floundered as he tried to come up with something to make that a little less strange. "Er, I mean...are you eating something, 'cause I can smell the...the chocolate..." Maybe it was better to just give that up. Embarrassed, Damian cleared his throat and tried a new tack. "Name's Damian. It's nice to meet you."
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Post by matthias on Aug 24, 2011 13:30:44 GMT -5
Matty bit into his brownie while waiting for a response. Oddly enough it felt like a very light breeze washed over his face, but that couldn't be. There were no windows near by to cause such a thing. But the boy shrugged it off, knowing that it was the kitchens and that odd things happened during cooking. Maybe one of the burners had flared up and that's what he was feeling.
Of course, he didn't have much time to think it over anyways. What this guy, Damian, had said caused Matt to erupt with a fit of laughter. He smelled like chocolate? That was a strange compliment to receive, especially coming from another guy. And as Damian tried to recover from his fumble, the younger boy was trying to regain some composure. Thankfully, the red head was of a more easy going nature and didn't hold the strange observation against his new acquaintance. Instead he stuffed the rest of the brownie in his mouth to try and stop the chuckles and tried to answer the questions.
"I nicked a brownie. Dessert stuffs up and to the left." He pointed behind him with his thumb, oblivious to the other guy's lack of vision. He was still feeling a trace of laughter, but the more started talking the easier it was to keep control over his emotions. Besides, if anything he was excited to meet someone he could impart his kitchen knowledge onto. It wasn't often he got to tell others where to go, and he did like being helpful.
Waiting to see if there was anything else the guy needed, he gave his own introduction and asked a question while not putting too much thought behind it. "I'm Matty. So, uh, you one of those guys with like super smell and stuff?" It was a rather logical question to ask, given the circumstances. But not everyone liked talking about their powers, and considering he'd barely met Damian he had no idea how he was going to react. It was one of those things where he'd just sort of blurted it out, curiosity getting the better of him.
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Post by Shiloh Wright on Aug 24, 2011 21:56:50 GMT -5
Quick decisions can be dangerous.  but that doesn't mean [/color]
ONE LAST THING: notes [/div] There were a lot more things that Shiloh should have been doing instead of trying to snag an early lunch. He could have been doing his homework that was due two days ago, or maybe cleaning up his room. But what he didn't feel like doing he just wouldn't do. However, Shiloh did feel hungry and was on a mission to deal with that need.
Not in the mood to stand in line and wait for gossiping students to get their lunches, the teen figured it couldn't hurt if he ate an early lunch. Even though he hadn't thought of it, his decision to get an early meal would most likely end up saving some poor kid from pissing Shiloh off and ending up looking like mash potatoes. Hunger on the brain, Shiloh walked into the Great Hall.
It didn't take long for his sensitive ears to pick up sounds coming from the kitchen. One was instantly recognizable, Damian, while the other was new. The second person's voice was too young to be that of the cook and it helped to assure Shiloh that his food would be a little easier to grab with only students around. Why Damian was in the kitchen confused Shiloh slightly, but he just went along with the possibility that his blind roommate was just lost.
His hand pushed open the door and let it swing a little as he stepped inside. Orange eyes fell on his roommate before flicking over towards the redheaded kid. The trademark smirk was back as he merely nodded towards the two students. "Hey there." He took a few glances around the kitchen before focusing back on Damian and Matty. "So, what's for lunch? I'm starving." that they aren’t fun. [/center] |
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Post by Damian O'Callaghan on Aug 31, 2011 13:54:01 GMT -5
. tell the world
i'm coming home .
Damian was relieved to hear the other boy only laugh at the odd smell comment. It could have been very awkward. Fortunately, this boy seemed to have a good sense of humor. He was also willing to share the secrets of where they kept the desserts. ...Up and to the left? Damian frowned thoughtfully, trying to figure out what that could mean...From the boy's point of view, left would be Damian's right...and up? After a moment, he jabbed a finger over his right shoulder. "Up there?" They kept the desserts on a shelf on the wall? While that was weird, Damian wasn't going to complain, since it also meant he'd nearly gotten to the desserts!
He was still trying to puzzle that out when Matty gave his name. The question - inevitable, Damian supposed - made him smile. "No, I actually control the air. I could smell the chocolate because I can't see." He pointed at his eyes as he spoke, keeping his smile friendly. "The rest of my senses got better to compensate. I know a guy who has super senses..."
As though his words had summoned him, Damian heard the unmistakable steps of his roommate. He waved one hand in Shiloh's direction, freezing when a thought occurred to him. " "So, what's for lunch? I'm starving." By way of answering, Damian threw out a hand to grab a fistful of the front of Shiloh's shirt, "Show me where the cake is. ...I'm sorta skipping lunch."
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Post by matthias on Aug 31, 2011 14:40:59 GMT -5
Matty's eyes followed the guy's hand as he pointed to the shelf behind him. Confused, he stared up at the racks of cookware for a moment before staring back at Damian. Had his directions not been clear? He'd meant walk to the end of the aisle and then turn left, but it was possible his words had taken on a more literal meaning. It wasn't until Damian explained a bit about his powers that the red head managed to catch on. The guy was blind. No wonder just telling him where to go hadn't had the best results.
"Ah, that's cool," he commented, nodding his head despite the fact that the gesture couldn't be seen. Matty was no stranger to people with sensory deficits (his mom and brother were both deaf) so this guy's lack of vision hadn't brought out any sort of adverse reaction from him. If anything, he was a little curious as to how the guy got around so well without a cane or dog or something.
He didn't get the chance to take the conversation any further though, 'cause apparently Damian had some sort of magical summoning powers on top of his air control. All he'd done was mention a friend and bam! Said friend had burst his way into the kitchens looking for an early lunch. Matty stared, a little awed and a little unnerved by the guy's golden eyes while the other two discussed their food needs. The sudden want to impress the two older guys seemed to overwhelm him; he didn't want to make a fool of himself and risk losing two new, cool friends.
"I uh..." he started, then coughed trying to clear his throat. The way Damian had grabbed the other guy's shirt had been a bit unnerving, but he was determined to impress them so he had to suck it up and try and make himself a bit more useful. Just standing there gawking would get him nowhere. "I can show you where the dessert stuff is. Dunno how much lunch stuff is out yet though."
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Post by Shiloh Wright on Aug 31, 2011 18:13:25 GMT -5
Quick decisions can be dangerous. but that doesn't mean [/color]
ONE LAST THING: Shiloh has a bruise on the right
side of his jaw and his knuckles have a few scabs on
them from punching a wall [/div] Instead of being welcomed with a cheerful hello, Shiloh found the front of his shirt grabbed by his blind roommate. Normally when someone grabbed him by his shirt it meant that he was going to get a good knock in the face. Shiloh flinched, portraying his usual reaction to the expected situation. "Show me where the cake is. ...I'm sorta skipping lunch." The orange eyed teen laughed and his face relaxed, partially relieved to not be getting another bruise added to his extensive selection. "Cake before lunch, hmm? Sounds fun." Now reminded of his recent injuries, Shiloh let a hand brush against his jaw, where a bruise had formed from where Danny punched him. Even though Shiloh fought constantly that didn't stop him from getting hit every now and then. "I can try to help you. But I fear that I haven't stepped inside the kitchen before so I wouldn't know where they keep the desert . . ."
"I uh..." Shiloh raised an eyebrow as the younger boy spoke. The teen picked up on the subtle movements, whether it be the way the kid moved his eyes or the slightest twitches of the mouth, and determined that he was nervous. Shiloh's appearance had a tendency to make others nervous, whether it be the reputation he had built up or just the look of his eyes. Some people however, were just so eager to please or so socially awkward that they made themselves nervous by habit.
"I can show you where the dessert stuff is. Dunno how much lunch stuff is out yet though." The older teen was grateful for the boy's knowledge on the kitchen. Even with his enhanced sight he didn't want to scrounge through the kitchen just to find some dessert. "Ah, there you go Damian. Your own personal kitchen tour guide." He grinned over at the taller teen before focusing his gaze back at the redhead. "And dessert sounds better than lunch anyway." that they aren’t fun. [/center] |
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Post by Damian O'Callaghan on Sept 7, 2011 14:27:55 GMT -5
. tell the world
i'm coming home .
Damian was stunned to hear Matty say it was "cool." That was a whole new reaction, and it sort of threw him off balance. In a good way, though, he thought. He wondered if Matty had met someone who was blind before, and would have asked if not for Shiloh's sudden appearance.
Shiloh's flinch surprised Damian and he released the fistful of cloth, frowning in confusion. His roommate's laugh eased his confusion, though, and he shook off, listening instead. "Fun? That doesn't even begin to cover it." The shift of cloth as Shiloh moved made Damian curious enough to puff a little wind in the other man's direction, watching as his roommate brushed a hand quickly across his cheek as he spoke. "You really are worthless, aren't you?" He shook his head, smiling slightly, and then nodded toward Shiloh. "Did you do something to your face?"
"I uh..." Damian had almost forgotten Matty was there, and he turned his attention to the younger red-head. The boy had paused to clear his throat and Damian wondered if he was nervous - and if so, why? It couldn't be him - Damian didn't think he was intimidating - and while he knew people were scared of Shiloh, he just didn't see it. "I can show you where the dessert stuff is. Dunno how much lunch stuff is out yet though." Smiling, Damian made a sweeping motion, "I'm going to stick with you, then. You're more helpful than some," he glanced pointedly in Shiloh's direction - he hoped it was at Shiloh - as he spoke, "I could mention."
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Post by matthias on Sept 8, 2011 16:23:12 GMT -5
The banter between the two older guys neither calmed nor worsened Matty's jitters. They seemed to be good friends. But... were they the sorts of friends that didn't mind having others around or were they an exclusive duo that would completely ignore him and go their own way? He was really hoping they were the former; he never liked that awkward, left out feeling that sometimes happened when someone else entered a conversation.
Thankfully, the pair both seemed to like his suggestion. This eased his tension tenfold and he grinned widely at them both, excited by the idea of making two new friends. He even took the risk of doing a little showing off, further hoping to impress Shiloh and Damian. "It's just down here," he stated, a little more animated now as he talked. Walking backwards, he headed back the way he had come, keeping his eyes on the two older boys and confident that he wouldn't accidentally walk into something. "I know all about the kitchens. Gertie - I'm guessing she's off today - is really sweet. You can get just about anything from her when she's here though. One time she actually gave me a whole cake to take back to my room."
Matty glanced over his shoulder, judging the distance between where he currently was and the left turn coming up. About ten paces later he turned, back now facing the others, and strode down the new aisle before stopping next to a table filled with beautiful treasures. There was everything from cookies to brownies to a few assortments of cake and even something that looked like an apple crumble and a bowl of jello. Unable to resist, he plucked another brownie and stuffed it into his mouth, watching the other two expectantly to see what they thought of the find.
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Post by Shiloh Wright on Sept 9, 2011 11:17:02 GMT -5
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ONE LAST THING: None [/div] "You really are worthless, aren't you?" Shiloh smirked. There was nothing quite like bantering with a blind guy. Damian never seemed to let his disability to get the best of him, and even took a few snarky shots back, both these characteristics Shiloh had grew to be quite fond of. Whether Damian was always like this or if it was actually Shiloh who had molded him into such a specimen he didn't know, but he was enjoying their friendship nonetheless. "A blind guy calling me worthless . . . now that's a first." The orange eyed teen started to laugh at his own observation.
His amusement didn't last long though as Damian asked another question, this own without so much sarcasm. "Did you do something to your face?" At this moment Shiloh started to question exactly how much Damian knew of him. Sure he must have figured out his temper by now, but what about the fighting? Shiloh was faced with two decisions; either tell Damian about the fight now or wait for some other student to tell him. If he let another student give Damian the news then there was a chance that the truth would be so greatly exaggerated to the point of making Shiloh sound like a soulless being. He had to admit that he wasn't the easiest guy to get along with, but he was no evil demon. With his two choices set out in front of him, Shiloh quickly made his decision. "Just got into a little scuffle. Nothing big." He waved his hand as though dismissing the conversation. If Damian wanted him to he could go into detail about it when he got to the dorm, but not somewhere so public at the risk of some adult overhearing them and sending him off the see the headmistress . . . again.
After the younger student made his offer to help, both Damian and Shiloh seemed fairly relieved. Shiloh didn't want to lead Damian up and down aisles of food and various dishes to come up empty handed. "I'm going to stick with you, then. You're more helpful than some," Shiloh rolled his eyes as Damian cast a look in his direction. At least it was close to his direction, Damian's eyes were looking a little farther to the right, but he got his point across nonetheless. "I could mention."
The redhead grinned as the both agreed to listen to him. He looked a little less nervous, but Shiloh wasn't sure that the kid was fully comfortable yet. "It's just down here," The nineteen year old raised an eyebrow as the kid started walking backwards. A quick smile showed on his face, partially impressed with the younger teen. "I know all about the kitchens. Gertie - I'm guessing she's off today - is really sweet. You can get just about anything from her when she's here though. One time she actually gave me a whole cake to take back to my room." Woah, this kitchen must have been the home away from home to this kid. Shiloh didn't even know the cook's name, and here this kid was getting cake from her. Maybe he would need to sneak into the kitchen more often.
As the they each turned the corner a table stacked with the mother load of sweets came into view. Shiloh wasn't normally one to cram food into his mouth until he thought he would explode, but this temptation was getting hard to resist at the sight of all those deserts. "Thank you Gertie." Snatching up a cookie, the orange eyed teen flashed a grin at the younger boy. "Oh, what's your name? I could just call you Kitchen-boy, but your name is probably easier." He let out another short laugh before taking a bite of the cookie. that they aren’t fun. [/center] |
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