Jack saw this theivery and an instinct from his days on the street kicked in. He also grabbed a roll and stuffed it in his shirt he looked around a little embarassed.
"Oh, um yah," He said "You can have my...glumeal too." He attempted to pull the bowl off the table to more easialy scoop the remainder of the food into Tree's bowl. But he was unable, sure enough the bowl had actualy stuck to the table. He pulled as hard as he could but he just couldn't get it off.
"Well," He said shocked. "I guess I was right..." Suddenly he didn't want to eat the rest of it after this new discovery. I guess they were right when they said ignorance is bliss.
Krow was in line after Javil and watched him sit at Kats table. He stood watching the two of them for a few minutes and smiled when kat spit milk out at Javil. as Krow sat next to Tree, not very loudly he said.
" it looks like Javil has the right touch to thaw the ice queen." he said with a head jerk in the direction of the two.
Diana entered the mess-hall, hungry and annoyed. The episode in Rory-san's quarters has upset her greatly. She didn't really feel talkative at the moment - especially not towards the other toon leaders, or the other members of her toon.
So, after taking her tray of food, she just sat at a deserted table, chewing meaningfully and angrily.
After his joke, he couldn't believe his eyes when he saw Kat's reaction. But he could understand it easily. He wasn't used to laugh, so if he had managed to do it, why couldn't the girl do the same? They both were human. Even with their problems, they were still kids.
And then she threw all her milk on the table, and part of it, ended up in Javil's legs. He felt the urge to yell at her, but he then realized it had been his fault, because of his joke. And this wasn't that bad. His suit could be washed easily, and the milk would fade away. But they had laughed, and that would be there forever.
"Don't worry. It's.. it's ok." He answered, getting up. He started to help the girl wiping, and then saw Diana entering the mess. That meant the toon leader's meeting had ended, and the girl didn't look too happy. Well, she wasn't exactly a funny girl, but something must had happened to piss her off. Let's see... Maybe someone whose name started with an S? "It seems we don't have much time to finish our meal. There's Diana. Their reunion has finished, I guess."
Kat barely looked up from wiping the table. She could feel her cheeks still burning, and she hated having just humiliated herself in front of Javil. But he didn't seem to mind much, and she supposed that that was all that mattered in the end.
"What?" She said. "Oh, Diana." She glanced at the girl. "Yeah . . . I guess so . . . that means practice will be starting soon." She winced as she glanced at her desk. "There goes Cervantes for the day, I guess." She said, not sounding regretful at all.
She supposed that tomorrow they would go back to just the way they were before, strangers, even though they were in the same army, the way she was with everybody else in Dragon. Tomorrow, her shield would be up again. Tomorrow, she'd be peevish and irritable and cranky, all those things she normally was. While she could admit to herself that it was nice to 'thaw', as Jack had said, for a little while, it was too unsettling for Kat to want to repeat the experience. It was much more relaxing to continue being the Ice Queen. She sighed. Relaxing, but not necessarily pleasant.
[ June 12, 2003, 04:04 PM: Message edited by: Mira ]
Ooc-This is my first IC post at VBS so bare with me if it needs work. I'm not used to writing EG.
Zan sat down at an empty table. In his last army, leaving for another army was scarey. He had gotten used to the flow of things, had made friends, and was glad not to be a launchie. But the IF had made the situation so incredibly easy for Zan to make a switch. They allowed him to remain in his regular classes, (which Zan didn't think they did, but apparently he was wrong) he was transfered with two of his closest friends Carmen and Sho Shu, and... to be honest he actually couldn't think of his other blessings, but he was still happy.
Zan stared at his food. They gave him far too much for him to want to eat. Infact, the enormus quantities made him sick, while still adhearing to his other senses. The smell of his food was overwhelming. He'd eaten at the same time he did everyday, but today his body was preforming far more phyiscal acts which required a larger amount of calories to burn.
He lifted his fork and speared a piece of his food. Placing the food in his mouth, his stomach rumbled as it entered his stomach. The filling sensation in his stomach alone made him forget he was still sitting alone. Yet even as he opened his eyes and noticed no one was near him, he simply didn't mind. Of course, Zan being who he was he really didn't mind if he were alone. He often prefered being alone at times. But company was always welcome.
Zan watched the line. He noticed Carmen probably arguing with the cheffs to give her less food because she didn't like the food they served much less wanting to eat more. As he continued to watch Carmen, a small flash of his younger sister Jean appeared in his mind.
Would you really want to be up here? The feeling of independence is temporary. As time passes you realize your not independent. Your never alone. The feeling of always being watched, or someone always there behind you, it never passes. Even at night, when all the other children are asleep except you, and you stare at the ceiling and images of Earth creep into your mind, when you know it's just you and your thoughts, that ever present feeling is always with you.
Yes Jean. You'll fly up here, standing in your launch, being one of the few girls in Battle School, ready to prove to the other boys you're better than they are, you put on a tuff act because that's whats expected of you. But that night you'll cry to go home. You realize home as you know it will never be as it once was. And you'll feel alone. But when you look back someday and realize that even back then, you weren't alone, that you'll never truly have solitude, you will beg to go back to being a little kid on Earth. A nobody, someone not important enough to need to be watched.
Zan snapped out of his projection of feelings and thoughts upon his younger sister Jean. He closed his eyes. He could feel that presence, however slight, was still there. But there was an upside to this. If everyone in Battle School could feel the same looming presence whether they acknowledged it or not, atleast he wasn't alone in his perceptions.
Balin laughed as Jack took another biscuit from Tree and tried to pull up his own bowl of oatmeal. As he did, he felt a shred of biscuit lodge in his throat and started coughing. "Whoa," he gasped, eyes watering, as he managed to swallow the bread, taking a sip of orange juice. "That was a close one, neh?"
"Hola, Krow," Balin said, grinning as another boy joined the little party that had started. He followed Krow's gaze to the table where Javil and Kat sat laughing together. "Eh, I'll say. That's not something I thought I'd see. Think we should tune in to the Weather Channel and find out the temperature in Hell?" Balin grinned.
ooc-hmm, apparently Tree has three sides, eh? is it ok if I say Flick sat next to Krow?-ooc
As he finished, another kid came up and sat next to Krow. "Do you mind if I sit here?" he asked, smiling shyley.
Balin returned the smile with his wide grin. "Not at all. Flick, right? I'm Balin. Next to you is Krow, then Tree, and right over here is Jack." He surveyed the four boys across from him. "I'm starting to feel either lonely or revered, or possibly wondering if I need a bath that badly, seeing as no one will sit next to me."
ooc-This post is inspired by a kid in my biology class who couldn't keep his mouth shut about anatomy and worms.
Carmen picked up a tray and quickly tried getting through the line. When the cheffs would try placing another helping on her tray she'd quickly pull away and move on to the next food portion they were serving her. Her goal was not to have to eat too much today. Biology had placed an image in her mind of thousands of squirming worms, extending themselves and growing longer as they elongated themselves out of the body of a deer.
True, Biology never showed them such a picture but Carmen's mind also had a hand in creating this gruesome image. Her mind started on the insides of a dead deer which they were studying early that morning. The teacher had been presenting a slide show on the animal's anatomy and shots of deer alive and dead. The majority of the dead deer had a visible worm in it.
This wasn't even what bothered her. What bothered her was this kid in her class from Tiger Army who pointed out how sickning it would be to actually see a deer die from the outward crawlings of worms from the inside out. What sort of sick mind would conceive of such an image.
"Young Lady, you don't have enough food as our charts specify." said the cheff.
"Argh." Carmen walked back to the cheff who placed another helping of food on her tray. Carmen walked towards mass of tables. Most of the tables contained people she only knew on a, "Hey remember that battle we had last week?" basis. Walking to her left she noticed Zan in her direction. She placed her tray down on the table across from him and decided to break the ice.
As she sat there a few moments she realized the best way to break the ice.
"Zan! You know it's only...What? Four months until your birthday. I decided since you seem to love the school's food so much. I've decided to give you some of mine." she said to him. She watched as he inhaled his food.
ooc-Is that last sentence considered godding?
[ June 14, 2003, 12:55 AM: Message edited by: Carmen ]
"I'm starting to feel either lonely or revered, or possibly wondering if I need a bath that badly, seeing as no one will sit next to me," Balin said. Flick laughed. "No, actually I am the one that needs the bath and I was trying to save you from the unearthly odor that I possess."
Just to be funny, Flick got up and sat next to Balin. "Eww, I was wrong. You do smell kinda funky," he said. He had a look on his face than said I'm trying to look disgusted, is it working? He laughed, but staying next to him.
Balin grinned and clapped Flick on the back. "My good man, I think we'll get along just fine." He lifted an arm and sniffed underneath, inhaling deeply with a look of extreme pleasure. After a moment or two, he repeated the process with his other arm. "Ah, that's just it!"
ooc-lol, couldn't help it. reminds me of my mother's story about her Italian cousins, or maybe it's her Italian cousins' friend, or something like that.-ooc
ooc- carmen.. since zan didn't say that he was inhaling his food you technically did.. however a good way to get around the whole godding thing is to talk to the person while you're posting and ask them if it's okay if you say that their character did such and such... or just leave an occ comment at the end saying "hey.. i godded a little.. is this okay.. if not.. let me know and i'll change it" ... otherwise the post is good. yey
The young prince lopped into the room elegantly, letting his jet hair fall down straight behind as his nose positioned higher than a king’s surveyed the air.
Ah, gruel again.
Sadiq would go without. Though he wasn’t thin he rarely could stand eating the cafeteria food. It wasn’t worth the empty and terrible smells, the horrid textures that made a person spit out the biological ooze immediately and wonder audibly, whether in a raised and enraged howl or the splattering sound of projectile vomit, just what this processed monkey fat was.
There was a rumor that the meat made here was the ground up remains of all those that had been iced. Though Sadiq didn’t believe such wives tales, he rarely ate meat, but it had more to do with religion than anything. Shiva didn’t eat meat; he danced all day and night to keep the universe alive. In comparison Sadiq worked ever moment of his life to rid that sacred ball of gravel of the lack of logic of half the prime species.
Yes his life’s work was riding the globe from the rice patties that hovered below sea level to the corporate office buildings that hung in the sky of the much too long endured ignorance of women. Mere mortals would do well to step out of the future god’s way while he worked. While he might not be the next future incarnation of Shiva on earth, he was damn close.
He scanned the crowds and saw his brother joking around with a bunch of little American boys. The tramp. He couldn’t even hang out with other Indians? What was wrong with him did he think he was too good for his own people? Did he think he was too good for him? Balin couldn’t even wave, but in that instant Sadiq decided that he didn’t want to be recognized by the firstborn chimp because that would tie him to him. Another thing he allowed was that there were only a handful of Indians in Dragon in the first place, but either way Balin didn’t have to hang out with such a group of mutts.
Once Sadiq asked the highest shooting kid in the standings where her parents were from. She was beige, American, and had brown hair. She shrugged and said, “Jewish.” When Sadiq informed her that ‘Jewish’ was not a destination the kid pivoted her left foot thinking and offered, ‘Dutch?’ After Sadiq inquired about how Dutch a tall coarse curly haired willowy girl was, she could only say she was half Native American. Well okay, then what tribe, she shrugged. Alright, an area? Around… the mountains. WHICH MOUNTAINS?! The Alps. That’s not even in the same continent! I know. Well how the hell can you be Native American when you’re not in America? We moved. You whore, think HARD where is your dad from? He’s half black, half Italian. But you’re fair what the hell is going on here? I told you, my mom’s Dutch… How can your trick of a mother be Dutch and Native American enough for you to be half Dutch, a fourth Native, African, and Italian American, so that you’re still completely Jewish though all nine aforementioned groups tend to be Christian, and still LIVE IN THE ALPS??!?! Er… We moved. Moved?-Mooooved?-Are you crazy? Moved from where? A space ship? Um… We’re on a space ship. But even so, with all those halves and nine thirds you’re still one and a quarter of a person. Sadiq was boiling, but the girl wasn’t finished. Yeah my mom joined the Peace Corp., then decided she wanted to get married, she’s from Cambodia. Cambodia?! How in the--- Yeah, Cambodia, born on a base, she’s fluent you know--- suddenly the girl went off in a round of an incomprehensible language that reminded Sadiq of someone beating a harpsichord with a baby. STOP NAVE! CEASE AND DESIST! She quieted down confused as he went on ranting, So you’re telling me, that your Dutch mother that’s Native American that lived in Cambodia but now lives in the Alps once moving from America to have you, married a Jewish, Italian black guy--- ‘From England’, she added, Right, he continued, and they somehow after swimming a few million oceans, getting away from the forest of ugly smiles, rolling over skeletons in Asianic countries, walked through deserts and rice fields, busy squares and took trolleys, rickshaws, and camels over hundreds of mountain chains, airport terminals, and ungrammatical taxi cabbies, weren’t exhausted thoroughly enough that in their idiocy they had the strength to cumulatively conceive and bare you… and this makes sense? She nodded mutely looking at him as if he were an alien and she was perfectly normal. For a moment no one had said anything, then it was killing him, So, how did they meet?
America. A joke. Sadiq’s parents were lined up to be married before they hit puberty and here this cross eyed navel stuffing was going on about Cambodian Native Dutch American breeding stock mating with African Italian Englishmen that probably weren’t even married. Sadiq could trace his family history all the way back to the gods, or so his grandfather said, and there was never a gap anywhere on who was married to who and what children came from where, everyone was accounted for and no one was roaming deserts in search of a bile blooded Americans to procreate with. How disgusting. The mere thought made Sadiq trip an Irish girl and stifle a sinister cackle as the pallid flaming stick hurtled to the ground. She deserved it.
Then he finally saw who he was looking for Diana. That irritating nuisance, she was like a mosquito and he was armed only with cannons. The more he tried to attack her the more he’d miss, at least for now he’d given up crushing her but he still had a healthy desire to off her if he could get a chance to have her transferred. Between his fingers he’d always imagined squashing her like an insect with her annoying chirps of incomprehensible suffixes that meant nothing to anyone but her to her quiet reserved manner that put off everyone else.
Just as he was striding over to rub in her defeat and total strike out with the duck faced commander and congratulate her for smacking the hell out of her glassjawed companion, he saw Kat.
Kat, a lovely little dish. If not for the fact that anyone that ventured near was prone to immediate and irreversible frostbite (that did, of course, include a loss of circulation or potentially a limb), and the simple consequence of her being neither blessed with being Indian or Hindu he would have had her as his wife already. He just wanted a woman who would shut up. If only more people could follow her example, read quietly and leave men alone. Unfortunately she would probably be like most girls and do that for everyone but him, seeing as females got all hot and bothered when he was around to the point that they usually shed their skins and became vipers out to get him. There was a flip side to that, since he was used to it and not afraid of any of them, no matter how many there were, he was always prepared.
Slipping in beside Kat and her… companion, a charming, but only cordial smile flashed on his lips. “So I’ve heard you’re not much of an enthusiast of our new commander? What’s her name Snoory? Have you witnessed that atrocity? She acts like an overturned turtle, helpless, powerless, vulnerable, and what’s more she thinks with the same velocity. I’m certain you’ve got an end in mind for something to do about that? Surely you don’t intend on enduring her decrees and misshapen commands? Or are you becoming one of her cheerleaders as well?” Throughout all of this Sadiq did not seem to be showing more disgust in Rory than he usually did for the whole female race, so it would seem there was nothing here that was out of order. But Sadiq had to see how everyone else felt about Rory before he decided if he was going to cooperate or not. Of course he was going to do the minimal of keeping his toon leader position, but if at all possible he needed to gauge how many expendable people were at his disposal to do that, Kat would be a good indication, though she sat in the recesses that meant she had time to watch, more so than he, Sadiq was sexist but he was no one’s fool. Kat, among others, did not go without having her own worth, however otherwise meaningless.
Sadiq wasn't toon leader just because he was so damn handsome.
<OOC- angelo, wouldn't Sadiq be a little young to think of obtaining wives? >
Kat sighed. It was that sexist, Sadiq, blabbing at her.
"So I’ve heard you’re not much of an enthusiast of our new commander? What’s her name Snoory? Have you witnessed that atrocity? She acts like an overturned turtle, helpless, powerless, vulnerable, and what’s more she thinks with the same velocity. I’m certain you’ve got an end in mind for something to do about that? Surely you don’t intend on enduring her decrees and misshapen commands? Or are you becoming one of her cheerleaders as well?"
She glanced at Javil. "Did you hear something?" She asked, feigning surprise. "I think I heard something."
On the other hand, this toon leader was an . . . interesting figure, to say the least. He was one of the most obnoxious and fascinating people Kat knew, and she hated him for it. Plus, he was a toon leader, which was another reason for her to hate him, though of course she wouldn't have ever admitted it. What scared her, though, was how Sadiq seemed to be reading her thoughts. Already, she knew she wouldn't be able to stand serving under this commander. This . . . overly confident, naive, blah commander. And Sadiq hated women, didn't he? So he would want to . . . help her . . .
Kat glanced at Sadiq out of the corner of her eyes. She could feel the adrenaline rushing through her as the idea within her grew to immense porportions. She was so excited she could've bounced up and down on her heels the way she used to when she was smaller. She tapped Javil on the shoulder once. He'd help her, she knew. They'd laughed together, and to him, that would probably be something important, since he was such a loner. And besides, something could happen in practice- with his seizures- she'd never paid much attention to them before but-
She didn't wait for Javil to turn around, and continued to ignore Sadiq. She leaned close to Javil, hoping that Sadiq wouldn't be able to hear what she said next. "Meet me in the library right after practice," She whispered in his ear, and left the mess hall without another word, having taken care of her tray earlier.
Now that she thought of it, ignoring Sadiq probably hadn't been such a good idea. But still . . . she sighed as she made her way down the corridors. He wasn't exactly the person she had in mind to help, but time alone would tell.
[ June 15, 2003, 01:14 PM: Message edited by: Mira ]
"Hey! Thats mine Balin!" Tree roared at the boy and while he was grabbing at the boy who had already quickly deposeted the biscuit in his mouth- Jack grabbed his other pilfered additional biscuit tree whiirled around just in time to see his guilty look " HEY! whats a poor boy to eat around here? I stole those all by myself!" he grummbled and dissented for a few moments but soon realized that he got more oatmeal out of the deal and buckled down. Only slightly disapointed by the glued state of jacks portion- oh well at least he got Balins...
Krow sat down, " it looks like Javil has the right touch to thaw the ice queen." he said and Tree looked over and sure enough there was Javil- Tree suppresed a flash of jelousy what his invitation wasnt good enough? then he realized it was the ice queen who he was talking about, who cares? he decided. "Hey Krow! tell these blighters to stop stealing from poor innocent me! what did I ever do?" he said with a grin, at this point Balin choked on the biscuit, tree giggled and said "serves you right blighter! bloody bisquit stealer!"
THe the new kid- what was her name.....then Balin supplied it- Flick, she came over over and sat joking with Balin "Hey Flick! nice to meet you? I dont think Ive really had the chance to say hi yet." He smiled.
By this time some of the toon leaders had come back from the meeting. Diana and Sadiq so far. He examined their faces to see if they had come up with something then he thought Why bother. Nothing they came up with would do any good. Especialy with that Sadiq character. He seemed to loathe all females and since there was a good percent of females in the Dragon army his toon at least would be pretty unproductive.
Jack looked around at the group of people sitting with him. This seemed like a pretty freindly bunch. People looking over at this group might wonder why Dragon is loosing so badly. Jack started wondering that too. Maybe it was their incompitent commanders in the past. Maybe this new one could bring them out of the hole. No. He thought and looked down at the table. There must be something else. It seemed too much of a coincidence that every single commander they had couldn't help them. There had to be more to it. He decided to test this. He took his spoon and using the end jabbed into the part of the table that the bowl was stuck to. He felt it give a little so he yanked as hard as he could and he heard a rip from the glumeal coming off the bowl. The bowl flew out of his hand and as if in slow motion went in an ark upwards. He hadn't meant for this too happen. He saw where it was going too. The bowl stopped it's ascent and made the trek downwards onto...
<<OOC-I wan't it to land on someone's head. Whoever it hits, this should cause a chain reaction that may lead to something we'll find out about later-OOC>>
ooc- someone post that it hits them.. please? i want to wait until it hits and have rory walk in right as it does hehe... or right as someone tries to start something when they realize who tossed the thing.... I wanna get to practice so someone post.... please *puppy eyes*
Rory stepped into the mess hall and glanced at the time. 7 minutes. She had planned on giving them a 5 minute warning before practice which gave them 2 minutes left. Rory sat down at the closest table to the door. No one was there. And her army was halfway across the mess but she didn't want to hear their conversation. Especially if they had seen her come in. It was only two minutes... she could plan for the practice.
Rory's stomach growled. She glanced over at the food everyone had on their plates. And as hungry as she was... she doubted she trusted that sludge enough to eat it. She could wait for lunch.
She pulled her legs up on the bench and sat indian style.. resting her chin on her hands and her elbows on her knees she closed her eyes and tried to relax.
Krow looked up at a movement at the door.. he saw the dragon uniform but didn't regonize the girl wearing it.
"hey who's the babe in the new dragon uniform."
He spoke loud enough for the few tables around him to hear what he said.
"Hey! Who's the babe in the new dragon uniform?"
"That 'babe' is your commander. Show some respect Krow..." Leon was standing over Krow, holding his tray. No one had seen him come in and he spent the last four minutes fighting through the line just so he could get his food and eat before practice. It was always this hectic in the mornings. For the military, it was very disorganized.
Leon found himself lingering over Krow and started walking again. He couldn't handle another disrespectfull person so soon after the incident with Sadiq, who was over talking to Kat. Hadn't he told her to stand at attention until he released her? Oh well. He was still walking aimlessly and decided to find out more about his new commander. She was sitting alone and they still had a good couple of minutes before practice. He dropped his plate on the seat across from her, which promptly caused her to open her eyes.
"Bon jour, Madame. Not going to have anyhting to eat?"
Rory jerked her head up and her eyes open when she heard the tray come in contact with the table. She was ready to see Sadiq across the table.
Leon. She wasn't sure if she should be estatic or weary. She hadn't quite figured out him yet. Was he a complete brown noser or if he actually meant the things he said.
"Bon jour, Madame. Not going to have anyhting to eat?"
She was actually surprised that he noticed at all.. For all he knew she ran down here ahead of him, got her food and devoured it... not likely. "I'm not hungry" she lied. He didn't look like he believed her. She was going to get reprimanded for not eating by the administration... she didn't need worrysome toon leaders on her case too... Change the subject before he pursues it...
"So you aren't scared of me or hate me like Diana or Sadiq then? Taking your chances that I don't bite?"
"So you aren't scared of me or hate me like Diana or Sadiq then? Taking your chances that I don't bite?"
Leon was a little shocked. Hadn't she noticed him defending her? It's not like punching Sadiq was exactly the most subtle way of showing it... No, he couldn't blame her for her reaction after what happened earlier. She wasn't exactly well recieved by everyone. Leon chuckled.
"Why should I be scared of you? I'm suprised you're not scared of us. I mean, we fight, yell, belittle people, show off, and disrespect our commander. I'm suprised you're not running for the nearest airlock..."
Rory stared at him for a moment.. he was right.. they really had no reason to be scared of her. Maybe that's why Sadiq didnt' take kindly to the threat of demotion. And maybe leon wasn't the brown noser she originally suspected him or he would be kissing up to him instead of just making conversation. Maybe he really did care. Punching Sadiq for his comments... Rory shook her head. Punching Sadiq was unacceptable no matter the reason. She had to be fair about this. But post facto. No reason to punish.
Rory didn't know what she was supposed to say to the coment. So she did what she did best. Changed the topic. "It's time for practice... You've got five minutes so you better hurry up and eat instead of talking to me". She got up and walked over near where all the otehr dragons were sitting. Someone had their ... or rather.. someone else's breakfast all over their head. She wanted to say something but decided to ignore it.
"Dragon army. Breakfast is over. Practice is in five minutes. Finish eating and get over there." She left, giving Leon a small nod as she left.
"Hey Flick, better wash that out before it hardens. If not we can start calling you blockhead," Krow said. Flick laughed, because in all reality, what were the chances that would ever happen again by accident?
"Dragon army. Breakfast is over. Practice is in five minutes. Finish eating and get over there," the new commander said.
"Oh great," Flick muttered. "It is going to harden because we have to go practice now!" He was not only upset by the fact that the oatmeal stuff would be incredibly hard to get off, but that the whole army was going to see him with it on his head.
Flick noticed the commander took a quick glance his way, so he decided to take his chances. "Umm, Miss commander," he started. He didn't know her name yet. "Can I be a little late so I can get this junk off my face?"
It landed on Flicks head. Oh man. He thought I hope he doesn't hold that against him. But then Krow said
"Hey Flick, better wash that out before it hardens. If not we can start calling you blockhead,"
Flick laughed at this and Jack relaxed but then Flick threw a chunk of the oatmeal at Jacks face. It hit him right in the nose. This startled him so much that he fell backwards off the bench and onto the floor. At this time their commander shouted "Dragon army. Breakfast is over. Practice is in five minutes. Finish eating and get over there,"
From his upside down position he saw Flick running towards their commander. Jack rolled over, got up and followed her. Jack got over to them just as Flick was saying
"Can I be a little late so I can get this junk off my face?"
"Yes, me too" Jack piped up. "I don't want what happened to my bowl happen to my face."
"Can I be a little late so I can get this junk off my face?"
"Yes, me too. I don't want what happened to my bowl happen to my face."
Rory just walked right past. Perhaps she didn't hear them. They did look pathetic though and Leon couldn't help but laugh.
"Flick, Jack. Go. Don't worry if you're late, I'll take responsibility for you. But if you hurry, you could probably just make it."
Leon got up and recycled his tray, and headed off to pratice.
<<OOC>>Er... Isn't that godding Demon? Did you ask Rory whether you could say she just walked away? If not...tsk tsk tsk.<<OOC>>
ooc-actually, i technically said that i had already left the mess and i could have probably replied to the post but it's alright.. if eyes/leon/demon/whatever sn he's writting under.. gods me.. no questions asked... umm.. i guess you wouldn't understand the reason.. and umm.. don't worry about it.
(ooc: No, but considering that she wrote in her post these words... "She left, giving Leon a small nod as she left." Then I'm not godding. So, to take into account your post and let you have an answer to your question, the Leader of Toon A Gave you permission, seeing as the commander left. And don't ever tell me, someone who's been writing here for over 3 years, what godding is or not.)
It all happened so fast, Splat! went the bowl, flick went the spoon and "Dragon army. Breakfast is over. Practice is in five minutes. Finish eating and get over there," went the commander?
Tree whirled around the bench trying to get a good look at the already departing figure- he had yet to see the new commader, but she was definitly a girl he realized with the hips swinging the way they did...then she was out the door and gone...meanwhile Flick and Jack were running off to wash the sticky goo off before practice "Good luck!" he called after them "I hope it dosent kill you!" then he shrugged stuffed a few last morsels in his mouth from Jack and FLicks plates- they wouldnt mind at this point, grabbed all three trays and put them in the disposer, then with a smoothing of his very rummpled uniform he went to grab his flash suit and head for practice.
As the other boys continued to make small talk, Balin scanned the cafeteria. He was surprised he hadn't seen his brother or any of the toon leaders yet. Despite his surprise, however, he was thankful that his brother had not yet arrived. The only thing they had in common were the names on their birth certificates. And the day of birth, of course, but that was beside the point.
The fact was, despite Balin's tendency to defend Sadiq, it was only force of habit that kept him from spitting on his brother each time he said something horrible. If it weren’t for the fact that Balin was kind and respectful of everybody, whether he felt they deserved it or not, he knew that he would long ago have taken his brother and thrown him out into space. Sadiq was racist, sexist, elitist, egotist, narcissist – basically, he was, all around, a foul person. He had no morals, no sense of right or wrong, and no desire to help his fellow human. Everything, but nothing in Sadiq was focused solely on Sadiq, and his future domination of the world, or whatever he was planning to do with his superiority complex.
And there he was. Balin sighed and turned away as his brother surveyed the cafeteria, searching for someone. He hoped it wasn’t him. He had no desire to clash with Sadiq before he had even begun to digest the morning’s indigestible gruel. So he turned back to the group and laughed along with the others as Tree futilely attempted to salvage his breakfast and Flick responded to Balin’s armpit sniffing with derision, but kept an eye on his brother to see what he was up to.
Nothing but harassing ladies, apparently. Sadiq sauntered over to Kat and Javil’s table and sat down (probably too close) in an attempt to engage the pair in conversation. Balin watched as his brother leered over them and silently cheered Kat as she brushed His Royal Highness off and stalked out of the mess. She looked rather ebullient for having just come out of a conversation with someone who was easily, quite possibly the worst example of mankind to emerge in Mother Nature’s wheel in the last century. Balin would have to remember to try and find out what was going on there.
Balin was distracted from his surveillance of his brother’s conversation with the Ice Queen by the sight of a flying dish of oatmeal landing on Flick’s head. He blinked and looked around him as the other boys laughed, then joined in briefly before grabbing his tray and shoving it into the dispenser, then beating it out to the barracks for his battlesuit and then on to the practice room.
Flick was very grateful for Leon. He quickly ran out of the mess, not waiting to see if Jack was following, so he wouldn't be late for the first practice with their new commander.
Kory walks into the mess hall for the first time in his career as a soldier. He quickly takes a look around, not really showing any reaction to what he is seeing. He just gives a blank stare of evalutation before getting in line, or what he believes to be it. While in line, though, he continues to look around at all the different people and uniforms.
Durin had just followed his colors along the corridors and found himself now infront of a cafeteria. Kids in many different looking uniforms were gathering into a line for food and some that have already aquired their food were admiring a giant scoreboard that was located on the opposite wall of which Durin had entered. Durin stood in line gazing at the scoreboard and then looking at the people who seemed to be trying and calculate things from it. This food looks like heck, but I could eat anything right now... thought Durin. He slowly progressed throught the line.
OOC-Perhaps you don't understand me. You CAN'T go without the launch mom. It's not permitted. Let ALONE get food.-OOC
Provannen walked into the mess hall wit the rest of Launch 1551, at the Launch Mom's order. No toon leader nor the launch mom had, however, explained to him one scrawny detail about what the Hell was going on. He stepped into line and looked disatisfyingly at his meal. To him, it seemed so... artificial. It didn't seem like a meal it seemed like... energy. Pure, ugly energy. However, hungry and tired, he conceded to devouring the meal without a word and making quickly off to explore this new home.
Reo walked into the mess hall and felt his stomach rumble. He saw a few other kids in Launchy uniforms so apparently they had made it in time for dinner. He quickly got his food and sat down at a table with plenty of room for Arklan, Bree, and Scout, that is if they wanted to sit with him. There was also plenty of room if anyone else wanted to sit near him too. Reo had eaten a few cookies in the lions barracks but he was hungry and he wasted no time in digging in. He was curious about what would happen next. It had to be close to bed time soon. He didn't think he'd ever gone this long without sleep. He noticed the launch mom across the room. Well Reo thought, he'll tell us what we're supposed to do next I suppose.
Shortly behind reo Arklan came in, got his foo,d and sat down to join him. the food wasnt all that appetizing... after all, he had just been eating cookies and all manner of goodies in the lions den. he sighed a bit as he stared at his tray. it would apparently be a long time before he got a REAL meal. oh well.
Reo turned to Arklan who had just sat down next to him. "So what did you think of that party. It was fun up til that brawl. Now I just wonder if we aren't really in an overpriced insane asylum." Reo had seen a lot in the single day he'd been here, and he was ready to rehash and analyze with someone else.
Brian slipped into the lunch line and got his food. Then he noticed a new kid, making an attempt to welcome him to a new environment he walked forward and said, "Hey, I'm Brian, what's your name?"
Entering the door just slightly after Arklan, Bree stood in line to get her food. Her stomach growled once more in reminder. She hasn't eaten since yesterday. She had wanted to eat something at the Lion's Den, but had arrived in the middle of a brawl, which was no time to get food. Her tray now full of food, she scanned to see where Reo, Scout, and Arklan had gone too. So far these were the only people she knew. Spying Arklan and Reo, Bree walked over to them and plopped down on the other side of the table.
Bree wasn't too sure about this food, but she gave way to her persisting stomach and digged in.
"Overpriced? you mean we gotta pay for this?" Arklan joked while pushing his food away. "yeah it was a good bash... until the bashing began."
Reo stirred his food for a minute then grinned back at Arklan. "Nah I don't think they would charge anyone for this swill. If anything they oughta pay us for eating it. As a matter of fact they just might pay us, considering that we're part of the military. Makes me wonder where those lions got the cookies and punch they had. Certainly don't see anything like that here." He looked at his food again then shrugged and decided he was too hungry to really care. He commenced wolfing down the mess he'd created. It wasn't really that terrible; it just wasn't that great either.
"pay us? oh man... dont i wish! imagine the hologames i could have bakc home... if i were going bakc home anytime soon that is." arklan sighed a bit... oh well. "where DID they get that food i wonder? maybe theres another messhall? hehe... maybe they took all the good food? nicked it off a teacher perhaps?" he chuckled at the thought of a teacher with a sakc full of goodies standing there and then a kid comingup and grabbing the sack andrunning off before the teacher could notice. what a site that would have been...
Shadow saw how Sadiq looked at Rory. It wasn't just his usual dislike for females. It was hatred. Disgust. He wanted to take Rory down. Disrupt the Army. Just because a girl was over him. How prejudiced can someone get? Shadow thought about not talking to him about Christianity, but that would defeat God's will, something he would never do.