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"The IF's real food!" Darci shouted with excitement, then lowered her voice quickly so that none of the other tables could hear. "Once we're all done here, we are going back to the barracks to orchestrate a plan-- to get some of that real food, and force some of this glop down the throats of our IF captors!"
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"There is no real food, the teachers eat the same slop we do" Said Wolverine, "Our best bet is to try the commander, I don't think he eats the same crap we do"
Vixen nodded "Yes definatly, I think his office is worth checking out, the vents go straight to it"
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OOC: Grrrr, Wolverine! Pay attention! Lion doesn't have a commander, and if our figurehead-of-a-leader could be called a commander, he's sitting at the same table as us, participating in this conversation! And remember, the whole point is that the IF does eat different food. Who cares if they actually don't. It's more interesting that way. Pleeeease edit! OOC
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Anders rubbed his face. "I'd steal some coffee if I knew where the devil you could get some. I'd bet the IF teachers keep it hidden better than any other secret here though."
OOC: I made another play. gosh, I love a busy life. I'm really going to try hard to keep up with this. I swear./ooc
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"On ground school, I remember walking by the teacher's lounge and seeing them drink coffee in there. There was a coffee pot in there too. Maybe there's some coffee in the teacher's lounge up here!" Knight suggested.
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"The teacher's lounge..." Darci said, repeating Knight's words, turning the idea over in her head. "That sounds like it just might be a good place to start." She promptly stood up and threw her tray out, thinking that they could come back for lunch with solid plans and get the food they would need to replace the good food with. "To the barracks!" She cried with enthusiasm.
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"Sounds good," Perez agreed. He, however, stashed his tray under the table - if any unlucky soldier wanted it, he wouldn't miss it, and if not it'd save him trying to get new food. "We might also check classrooms," he added as he walked around the table towards the door. "Even though I'm sure they're not supposed to, I suspect teachers might stash snacks in there."
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Darci looked around at the slow-moving Lions; only Perez and Anders had gotten up so far. "Come on, guys! This oughtta be an awesome prank! Let's get motivated!" She paused, then took a few steps to the door, and turned around again. "LAST ONE TO THE BARRACKS IS A ROTTEN EGG!" She shouted as she sprinted out the door. Juvenile, yes-- but did that have to mean it wasn't fun, too?
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Perez wasn't quite around the end of the table when Darci issued her challenge. Not wanting to lose a moment going around, he vaulted over the table, scattering the few trays of glop that were there, and dashed out the door after her. Not, he added to himself, that I've anything against rotten eggs. You never know what'll come in handy these days.
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Artemis was still a bit fuzzy as the rest of the army discussed plans of getting real food and coffee. She tried to pay attention, but until she actually ate something, anything, in the morning she was like a very large paramecium. She did however hear when Darci shouted "LAST ONE TO THE BARRACKS IS A ROTTIN EGG!" and everything she'd heard fell into place. They were actually going to get real food, not just talk about it! She grinned and said "onward to wakefulness!" before sprinting out of the room. Running out the door she thought 'what does coffee taste like anyway?'
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FOOD!!! All Indiana could think about was a 12 inch hot dog. And burrito's. That's the only reason he missed home. Corner Store food. Quik Picks and Stop -N- Go's are notorious in his town as the best restaraunts in town. Screw the Applebee's and Isiah's Crab Shack. He walked to the line and was simply amazed. Nothing he expected. Better. Actual food. No slop. No chef's suprise. Nothing. Real food. Still, no Burrito's, but, hey... can't have everything. Dig in.
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Mmm, food... He stepped in line and waited his turn, savoring the aroma of whatever-that-was cooking. Well, he'd find out when he got to the end. When he first arrived, he expected microwave dinners and watered down drinks. Wow, he was wrong.
Picking up a tray, he glanced over at the scoreboard, hoping that he would one day see his name at the top. From there he glanced around, seeing kids sitting at tables, saving seats for others, chatting, some wandering, some talking about what they were eating. He smilied. Some things will never change. The only thing it needs is a food fight, he thought. Imagine that.
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Dean walked into the Mess feet padding on the tiled floor. He hadn't bothred to put on his shoes, he'd do that later. As soon as he came in his stomach did a celebratory cartwheel when his nose indicated that today would be a day of feasting. He ran up to the counter and ravenously picked everything they had on the menu. Being in all the weightlifting classes and combat courses he could get into along with enginering he was alotted almost twice the normal ration for kids. He only took these combat classes for a work out and so the IF would think he actually cared for fighting.
But a minute ago he could have proved them right. Nevis knew what to do to make Dean angry and that made Dean... more angry. Or more acurately sad. He thought any mood other than joy was a shortcoming in a person, he had to live happily. He flashed a huge smile to the lunch lady, she wasn't your average lunch lady, she was twenty, quite attractive and nice. Once Dean had recited love poems he'd made up about her and she'd laughed and had him removed.
"So... when are we going out?" Dean asked. "Hmmm. Never... is never good for you?" She replied handing him his tray. "I think I can pencil that in between Tonight and This Instant." He grinned running off before he was removed again.
He looked around for a table with a bunch of Flamers, and seeing there wasn't really one, started one himself waiting for Troy and Indiana to join. He'd been planning on talking to them all day.
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Indiana hit Troy's arm lighlty, conscience that Troy was holding food. "Got a group to sit with yet, or are you just gonna stand there all day?" Indiana smiled. "Let's sit over here, if you want." Indiana said, wondering if his mashed potaoes were any good.
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Troy sat down at the table, across from Indiana. A few from Flame, "launchie graduates" like themselves sat down nearby. He wasn't surprised; they should probably sit together anyway. He looked down at his tray, and stuck the fork into some unknown food. He pulled; it wouldn't come out.
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"What is this?" Troy asked. Indiana looked up and saw what Troy was referring to. A blob on his plate that smelled delicious, but wouldn't seperate onto his fork. "Buzard feces." Indiana said, smiling. "Try it, it's great." He looked at Troys face and was happy to see a smile. He figured Troy needed a friend, he seemed like a sort of loner. And he was happy to be that friend. He looked down the table and was suprised to see the look of disgust on the other launchies faces. "What?" he asked, raising his hands. He smiled when they shook their heads. He rose his fork to his mouth and made loud slurping sounds, just to gross them out further. He knew, though, if he kept it up, he would gain many more enemies than friends. He had to be careful. He didn't want to be stranded in space without a friend.
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Dean listened to a boy's explination of what the food was. Buzzard poo. Well that was origional but not wholly accurate.
"That stuff couldn't come from a bird, though it tastes a lot like chicken." Dean could have sworn then that he saw his crawl into his mash potatoes and die. "Ahhh!" He started frantically down stabbing his tray as it made a rattling sound on the frozen metal table, "I think mine's still alive."
Then he realized he was being rude, "Hello my name's Dean." He said half extending a hand, half trying not to get the other one eaten off by his lunch.
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"I'm John, though I tend to only answer to Indiana." Indiana said, shaking deans hand after Troy did. "So, Dean." Indiana said, trying to spark a conversation, "Where do you call home?" Indiana leaned down close to his plate and stuffed some mashed potaoes into his mouth, looking at Dean from above his glasses.
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OOC:- yeah, i realized that and immediatley slapped myself... oh well. :OOC
Indiana and Troy sat, eating their food. Indiana looked down at his broccoli. He grimaced, and without warning threw a piece at Troy. "Feel the burn." he smiled, daring Troy to retaliate.
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Troy armed his plastic fork with a piece of the... slop. He snickered mischieviously. "Don't even try it." He pulled the fork back, and flung the stuff at Indiana, laughing.
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Indiana wiped the slop out of his eye. he smiled, knowing that it would be gooing out of his eye for a week. He smiled at Troy. "FOOD FIGHT!!!" He screamed, standing on the table.
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Indiana pulled a handfull of mashed potatoes off his neighbors plate and, still standing on the table, flung it across the room. He jumped off when he realized he was an easy target. He put some peas in his spoon and began flinging them, ducking below a table.
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Lizard entered the mess hall. She was hungry, she was annoyed, she was dangerous. Yes, she was only eight. For most of the students inside the Battle School, she posed no real threat. They could always find some sort of simple solution, like putting her on top of a fridge - She wasn't such a big 8 year old.
But for the younger kids, she was a well-known terror. And right now, she was looking for trouble.
And recieving a spoonfull of pease on hee face the second she walked into the mess hall did not make a good start. Angry, she looked around her, trying to see who was the idiot who did this. She was not surprised to see they were Flame soldiers. Of course, she thought bitterly, my wonderful army. Incompetent soldiers, a sadist for a commander... Her future looked bright and shiny, that much was obvious.
She walked towards the kids who did this. "Apologise," she said with her thick Irish accent, glaring angrily at them. "Now." She would not take this quietly.
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Boojie made his way into the mess hall. After that experience in the shower, a nice meal would be quite welcomed. What he walked into was the start of a food fight. 'how childish he thought' as he noticed several flame soldiers doing the flinging. He was thinking about going to them and giving them each a good smack upside their heads. He chose to ignore this. It was Jab's job to bring them to order, not his. He chose a table near them, in case something got out of hand and his army needed him.
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indiana squirmed as he met Big Lizards hand. The back of his neck recieved a burn from the collar of his shirt. "Apologize" she said. Apparently, some of his flung food had introduced itself to her face. Seeing no other alternative, indiana quit squirming. "Okay, okay." he said, smiling. "I'm sorry." He saw the disappointed look on Troys face. "Sorry for having fun." he added, grabbing a handful of lumpy gravy and stuffing it down her shirt. He knew he was about to die and regretted it instntly.
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It all worked well, at first. The kid looked at her - seeming quite scared, as a matter of fact - and muttered I'm sorry. But not a second passed before he continuted - "Sorry for haviong fun!" And through some more of that disgusting food over her shirt. She wanted to scream. these childish, stupid, respectless kids... She would show them!
She took a nearby tray - she had no idea whose - and smashed it on Indiana's face. After doing that, she turned around to Troy, Indiana's friend. He seemed to be having the hardest time not sobbing from laughter... She decided to let him sob, alright. Catching his glass of water she through it all - water and glass - upon his head.
"I said, apologise," she reminded them both, coldly.
"Hey, Liz! Can't get out of fights even in an army?" A sniggering voice called towards her. she didn't have to look around to know who that was - her brother, Leonard. She ignored him - he would get his own "reward" later. Right now these two were her problem.
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Needless to say, Indiana wasn't suprised by the retaliation. He was, however, suprised by the tray flying at his face. He raced for his precious glasses, knowing they would break if the tray connected, and yanked them off. The tray hit him square in the forehead. He expected to black out. For some reason he didn't. Thank God. Then, he cursed the same person. Just what he needed, his first day in Flame and he already got in a fight. Yeah, Jabal would kill him. He looked up, rubbing his head and saw Troy's water glass slam against his head. Good thing it was plastic. "I said apologize." Lizard said. Strange. She was such a small girl. Smaller than Indiana, yet, right now, she seemed like an Amazon. Scary. Indiana went and stood beside Troy, his face was splattered by a wayward piece of meat. he picked it off his face and ate it. "Fine." he said, "We apologize." he was sickened by the look of pleasure on Lizards face. "However," Indiana said, "I'm not sorry. I don't know about Troy. But I'm not." He sat down and continued to eat what was left of his food. He noticed the flying food dye down and cease all together. It was all he could do to keep from crying. The ringing in his ears was excrutiating.
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Troy closed his eyes as he felt the water come down on his head.
"I said, apologise," Lizard reminded them both, coldly.
Oh great, I have an enemy.. He decided not to let Liz think he was hurt by this. He stood up, shaking the water out of his hair.
"Well, you didn't have to do that," he said. "I already took a shower this morning." He grinned. Let it go, let it go... he thought. "You should probably get in line if you want to eat.. or... I guess you have to head back to the barracks and change. I hear gravy comes out well if you wash it quickly," he said, still smiling.
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Indiana put his head on the table and grimaced, fearing what Lizard would do in response to Troy's retort. great, he thought, we're gonna die. Might as well go out with a bang. He stood up and smiled at Lizard. He picked up his cup of juice and held it in his palm. Still smiling, he took the cup and dumped it over his own head. "There." he said, "Now I'm sticky, too."
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Boojie stared in horror. He couldn't believe his army was fighting, among themselves. It was disgraceful. Other armies could see them. He knew it would get around back to Jab and then they'd really be in trouble. He had to stop this now. Boojie got up and made his way over Big lizard "Ho guys. Is there something wrong with the food that I should be aware of?" he tried joking with them. Hopefully things weren't as bad as he saw.
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They were making this too easy. Way too easy. But she could see the fear in their eyes, she could hear the respect in their voices. They were finally registering who she was - and what she was. She enjoyed that. She felt appreciated. And the way that kid spilled the juice all over himself? That was sheer brilliancy. Maybe she could get along after all.
And that this older kid, Jabal's friend, came and interferred. "Ho guys. Is there something wrong with the food that I should be aware of?" Boojie said, and Lizard rolled her eyes. Great.
And then she got an idea. She had her gang in the Launch group, why not here. Looking sideways at Troy and Indiana, she looked at Boojie and said, "Perhaps you should try it and find out?". Then she took the glass of juice Indiana has just re0filled for himself, and threw it on Boojie.
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Troy stood silently. He didn't want a fight, and Lizard knew it. The thing he was having a problem with his inability to walk away from this.
And now, Jab's friend was coming over. "Ho guys. Is there something wrong with the food that I should be aware of?"
"Perhaps you should try it and find out?" Lizard suggested. At this point, she took Indiana's glass and threw it on him.
"No," Troy began, without removing his eyes from the girl. "I don't think there's anything wrong with the food." He chose not to add that he did think they had a rat problem, though. It would only cause more trouble, and he was trying to think of a way to dig himself out of this with all his bones intact. He smiled and picked up a roll of bread, taking Boojie's joking demeanor. "Well, then again, I think this would make a better paperweight than a meal."
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There he was, standing in a puddle of whatever was dumped on him by some upity little...wench! He sighed. Not again. This is the way Big Bertha treated him when they first meant. Originally he would have gone along with it, letting her get her way. After all, she was the toon leader. But things were different now. He was different now. And maybe that was thanks to Bertha.... He smirked at the other kid's comment about the food then looked back to lizard. He quickly grabbed her uniform and held her up by it. "Listen you little punk. If you ever try that stunt again, or anything that disrespects either me, our commander, or any of our fellow soldiers, I'll make you sorry that you didn't miss the launch up here. Got it?" he sxplained venemently. He let her go and dropped her into a chair. "Now. Enjoy the rest of your meal" he said before quietly walking back to the barracks.
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Indiana watched, trying not to laugh, as Boojie taught Lizard who the boss was. he wanted to say something funny. He wanted to say something to shut her fat know-it-all I'm better than you mouth. But all that would come out was: "I like pie." he frowned, confused by this statement and returned to his plate. All of a sudden, he wasn't hungry, so, he did what any normal seven year old would do. He totally forgot about Lizards warning and dumped his peas on Troy. He was a genious, but right now, he was a normal seven year old that was thousands of miles away from his Hell-Hole of a home. He was going to have fun.
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Lizard was in such a shock as to what happened with Boojie - how could he? How dare he? Who does he think he is?! If he wasn't a friend of Jabal's he never would have dreamed... - that she even listened to Indiana's statement.
She stared at him stupidely for a moment.
"So do I," she heard herself say, for no apparent reason. "Pies are good."
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Indiana stopped spooning pees onto Troys head when he heard what Lizard said. He stared at her blankly. He was so incredibly confused that he was hit with pudding in the back of his uniform. He smiled, knowing how suprised she must be. Either it was his statement or what Boojie had just did. Either way. It was funny. "Who doesn't?" Indiana responded, spooning more pees onto Troys head. Maybe Lizard wasn't so evil after all.
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Troy sat with a look of shock and surprise on his face. He watched Boojie leave wondering if he should thank him or fear him.
"I like pie," he heard Indiana say as he felt peas fall on his head.
"So do I," Lizard responded. "Pies are good."
"Who doesn't?"
"Yeah, who doesn't?"
Troy sat there, with both Indiana and Lizard spooning peas on his head, in confusion. Finally he spoke, still staring at the door which Boojie had just passed through.
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Foma gets his tray and looks around the mess. Unfortunately, no tables are left empty so he walks to the far end of a table away from everyone else, not wanting to get involved in the conversation of the other students. He wanted to keep his opinions to himself and keep them from getting infected by everyone elses. When he is done he takes his tray of food and walks to the bathroom.
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ooc - well, i'll drop liz in the barracks cos im not here til the 20th.. go cause havoc!
Lizard kept on spooning (and mashing) pease upon Troy's head, when she suddenely heard a voice. "Your food quantities are calculated to the calory, you know," someone said. Not someone. Jabal. Their commander was standing there with a tray in hand, looking at the three. He has seen it all - their dirty uniform, the pease upon Troy's head, the liquid - the combination of liquids - on the floor... She had a feeling it won't end well.
But, surprisingly enough, their commander did not seem keen on punishing them again. Maybe kitchen duty seemed enough of a punishment. It was.
"I won't ask what happened here. For now," his voice promising menace, he went off to a differnet table, and sat to eat there. Lizard was vaguely wondering why he wasn't eating at the Commander's Mess, when she remembered the commanders ate at the regular mess until their first victory. They would have Jab to eat with them until three months from now, at least.
The thought depressed her.
"I'm going to clean up," she said, disgusted, at last, at the flith on her uniform. "Do what you want." Suddenely she remember how better she was from these two.
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