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| Finding Heaven in a Bowl of Cereal; {Open to Any, or All} | |
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| Rosie | Jan 9 2008, 06:35 AM Post #16 |
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Hopping around the kitchen like the little proclaimed monkey that she was, Rosie was thinking, chewing thoughtfully on her washcloth. It had been ages since she'd had real muffins -- and she didn't think that the Little Debbie ones counted. Rosie had just started reflecting on this, and other joys of being in a real family, when soemthing Violey said made her halt in her tracks, eyes absolutely wide. Yanking the washcloth from her mouth, Rosie stared up at Kadin with absolute awe. "You's Superman?!" She gasped, looking at him. Suddenly incredibly shy -- because let's face it, Superman was the coolest, most awesome superhero -- the little girl moved to stand on a stepstool and watch the process of making the muffins, but her attention was still on the man. "I like booberries..." Rosie nodded slowly, her attention finally wandering back to the ingredients in front of them. She carefully kept her hands back, knowing not to touch unless they told her she could -- she'd gotten smacked hands and worse with her real parents, and had no wish to repeat it even if she trusted her new family. Sucking again on the washcloth, and knawing with her mouth throbbed again, Rosie glanced around the room. She wondered if anyone else's favorite color was purple... Such was the attention span of a three-year-old.. |
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| Riva | Jan 10 2008, 07:21 PM Post #17 |
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She scoured the shelves for anything of use, pulling out a few aluminum bowls from their depths and set those down with a bit more finesse. They were a bit small, actually, or at least Riva thought so. She’d never baked anything. Back home with Mom, if it wasn’t prepackaged, it wasn’t on the menu. So, she hauled out a few more bowls, until maybe half the Institute’s collection of bake ware was out on display. All that was left was the measuring cups, which she figured she would have found first. They were some gaudy-looking pink things… and they were on the top-most shelf. The Cajun tried reaching for them, and scowled when her fingertips brushed at their base and pushed them back. Who put this crap up here anyway? On the second try, she barely skimmed the cups, but that was all she needed, activating a small burst of telekinesis to make them stick to her fingers. It sort of looked odd, the way they just stuck to her hand like monstrous static cling, but it was better than climbing onto the counter like she was five all over again and risk a fat joke along the way. And it was a healthier alternative to just tearing the cabinet down a few pegs.. In the meanwhile, she’d caught some of Kadin’s oh so modest delving into his powers. It reminded her of a kid on show-and-tell day that just didn’t want to talk at the front of the class. Or when you get called on to answer a question even though you were doing the whole ‘no eye contact’ thing. Riva gave him a skeptic little smirk, either not impressed or non-believing, and caught the paper towel with an easy snatch. “Don’ throw y’ trash around, Kadin. We gotta set an example fo’ the little Monkey,” she admonished jokingly, following Rosie’s curious ambling across the kitchen. The kid had the attention span of a goldfish. She went to throw the napkin away, passing by Kadin and giving him the answer to his cheeky little challenge. ‘Anytime, anywhere.’ Her attention flipped back to Jayson, Riva’s ability to switch trains of thought about as frivolous as Rosie’s. She got immediately defensive, and that was all the ammunition Riva needed. That impish smile that spread on her lips was the precursor to catastrophe. “Oh, it’s one of those lover’s quarrels, ain’ it? Hey, I think you two look cute together, Jay… Oh man, Jay an’ Faye. Even y’ name’s match!” She could barely string the last few words together, breaking into boisterous laughter at poor Jayson’s expense. The poor girl could come up with any excuse; Riva would just keep on misconstruing and cherry-picking the facts. Eventually the Cajun managed to stop laughing, and that was only because she was running out of breath. She tried hiding her smile and appearing utterly composed, but the occasional giggle and phantom smirk still showed. Violey’s last statement threatened to shatter that completely. "Zat eez fine. I will 'ave my share of nuts later in ze day." It was just too perfect, too easy a target to just leave alone. “You sound confident. So who’s the lucky guy?.. ohhhh, those nuts. Nevermind,” she said innocently in a singsong voice, her hazel eyes looking off to the side as though she hadn’t dragged that excerpt through the gutter and back. But chances like those were few and far between, especially when they came from Little Miss Proper herself, Violey. “Alright, now Ah got y’all bowls. Where’s m’ muffin?” |
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| Kadin | Jan 11 2008, 03:48 AM Post #18 |
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...Superman Now there was a superhero he knew of. At the age of eight he had found that there were times when his father's attention was elsewhere and he could sneak away and partake in childish pleasures. There had been a small toy store on a side street in his town that he had taken a particular liking to, and when he had the chance to sneak out he frequently visited the store. In the far back corner of the store, out of sight from other customers or any other prying eyes he would sit for an hour or two a day and read illustrated books about men with powers beyond imagination, an idea he now knew as truth. In one of the books a story was told of a brave American man who rode the winds without wings, and save the lives of many people. They called him Superman. As a Boy growing into manhood he dreamed of a place where men flew, and fought evil villains, and at times he dreamed he was one. Now look at him, he was muscle all the way down to the floor with the ability to lift well over what any man, let alone mutant, should be able to. Was he Superman? No, but there were nights..where he still dreamed as if he was. "You's Superman?!" A look of surprise and shock appeared on his face as the little girl's question like statement reached his ears. Jayson had been joking when it came to his super strength, but this girl...she was impressionable, she was a dreamer, she...she was a child! He looked to the girls for help as he stood there confused. What do you do when a child asks you if you're superman, do you lie, do you tell the truth, or do you just simply ignore it. He turned his eyes to Rosie and smiled. "No, Sorry...I'm not Superman..." The truth never hurt anyone! Sometimes it made us feel bad, but it never killed you. He smiled and leaned in closer to the little girl now standing on the step stool "But...I can make You fly...If you want." He said in a voice just over a whisper. Really he couldn't make anyone fly, but he could throw them...really...really high, and then catch them of course. "Kadin, can you wash these?" His attention was pulled away from Rosie as a bowl of Blueberries was pushed into his hands. "I...uh...thought..." Before he could even finish his statement about being on flour detail he was forced into labor under food cleaning detail. He sighed and shook his head, but then perked up again as Riva walked past him; throwing trash away in the process. It was odd the effect this girl was having on him. She was the first girl, save Jayson, Violey, and Rosie, that he had been around in years. Socializing was never high on his father's list of things for his son to do, and his year in Europe found him to shy and quiet to want to talk to others. 'Anytime, anywhere.’ A grin spread across his face as she challenged his own challenge. "You're mine..." He said quietly as he made his way past her towards the sink. As he washed his own hands he wondered whether or not the school had such a facility. A place where the students could "train" or work with their skills and abilities. Shaking his hands dry he let the thought pass after deciding that he would find out soon enough, and started washing the blueberries. In the kitchen he was at home. While jumping from town to town he had occasionally lent services to whomever wanted to hire him. Most of the time he ended up getting a job as trash boy for a restaurant, or even a simple waiter job, but every now and then he would get to work in the kitchens and watch the head cooks work their magic. After thoroughly rinsing the Blueberries, and occasionally popping one into his mouth, He shut the water off and drained the remaining water from the bowl. He couldn't quite understand the jokes Riva made pointed towards Jayson, and another, but when it turned to jokes about nuts his face went red. The blueberry he had been eating moments before decide to lodge itself in his throat the moment she cracked her joke about Violey getting her fill of nuts later. After a bout of coughing and sputtering he lifted the bowl from the sink and turned back to the others with a suppressed grin. "So...Blueberries anyone?" |
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| Violey | Jan 15 2008, 03:11 AM Post #19 |
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Jayson watched carefully as Kadin told Rosie that he was not Superman. She wished for the young one to know the truth and not be hurt by it. Coming to the mansion with Violey made the stone turner realize one thing. The other did not know how to act around children. Saying someone was an idol so well known as Superman isn't the smart thing to do. But of course young Rosie had to deal with finding out that the catboy was not Peter Pan on Halloween. Even so a back up plan to cause the child to be distracted would be implemented right about now. "Little Rosie Monkey," Jayson said with a small smirk. "Superman is older than Kadin be. But anyways can you get me the measuring cups that Riva took down from the cupboard. You can help," she ended flashing a full tooth grin to young Rosie. Now it was her turn to shiver. It would have been a whole lot easier to pull the shelf out of the fridge. Too bad she did not know how to put it back. With a sigh Jayson walked over to the table and stared at the ingredients Violey had put into categories. It was an odd feeling for someone else to know the order they were put in. Where had Violey found the recipe? She hadn't stolen it because the stone turner never wrote it down. Giving a shrug she looked up at the golden blonde. "Violey go and pre-heat the oven, would ya?" The aerokinetic got up and went to pre-heat the oven. There was no way to ignore the fact that her friend was becoming ever suspicious over a simple little recipe and who knew it. Giving a shrug of her own she decided to grab two of the smallest mixing bowls from the lot Riva had found. "Should I get ze flour?" Violey asked as she poured the flour equally between the bowls. "You should tell 'im why 'e was taken off flour detail," she whispered to Jayson. But an answer was one thing there was no hope for. Perhaps this could have been a simple morning where her roomie woke her early so she could make her delicious muffins. So far it wasn't turning out to be like that. Stirring furiously Jayson somehow managed to pour the required amount of water into the large white bowl Violey had dumped the flour into (after it was measured of course.) "Jay and Faye the do sound the same," the stone turner repeated trying to keep her anger down. A plan was slowly be concocted to get Riva back with a witty comment of her own. Alas, that wasn't the case. Jayson tried her hardest to keep them back but the stream of uncontrollable giggles escaped her. She would be the first to tell Riva that Miss Prim -n- Proper wouldn't understand her gutter comment. But the laughter had to be stopped. Dropping the mixing spoon at such force caused some batter to spill out. It was ignored as the stone turner grabbed a class from the cupboard, filled it with water, and drank it in one gulp. In her mind choking was more fun then getting her friend's revenge. Jeweled green eyes narrowed as the starred draggers at Riva while she made a plea for muffins she did not deserve. Her comment about nuts went just like that expression... went right over her head. She did not understand. The nuts she was talking about were almonds or walnuts. Both of which Jayson had put in her muffins before. However, by the way Kadin flushed and Jayson’s stifled giggles the golden blonde knew it was bad. "Whatever do you mean," Violey confessed. "In truth I wish for you not to make comment's like zem. I shall not tolerate eet next time, ya hear." The last part the European's accent disappeared. It had to be a momentary fluke. Regardless, when 'wish' was said her golden blonde locks billowed out and up. Her hair seemingly to be blow by an unknown gust of wind. To make matters worse the moment Violey's hair settled the bag of flour toppled onto the floor. A cloud of white it truly was. |
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| Rosie | Jan 16 2008, 02:59 AM Post #20 |
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"Oh..." Only a bit disappointed, Rosie knawed contemplatively on her washcloth. Well...he was still super strong, and looked super nice, so...she shrugged, eyes on the batter. "Yer still kewl." She informed him, finally tearing her eyes away from the batter -- and the delicious blueberries that would soon be in her tummy. "Way kewl. Like ev'one else." Everyone at the school had superpowers, Rosie knew, so that technically made them all superheroes. Who cared if they weren't called Superman? Satisfied with her logic, Rosie tilted her head, watching and shrieking a little when the spoon dropped and batter spilled out. Though she was still wearing her apron, it was obvious that Rosie was soon going to be a very messy little girl. "Whatcha talkin' 'bout?" The little girl wanted to know, realizing that there was some sort of inside joke going on that she wasn't privy to. Hopping down off the low stool, she put her hands on her hips and gave them all a look that they had better explain. After all, Rosie didn't like being left out, especially when it had to do with something fun going on. Looking from face to face, Rosie decided that it must be a grown-up thing, though she still wanted to understand. Giving everyone a look that said they ought to behave, emulating her parents, Rosie climbed back onto the stool and started mixing. Honestly. Grown-ups were weird. |
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| Riva | Jan 16 2008, 09:40 PM Post #21 |
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The morning just wasn’t complete in Riva’s book until she’d thoroughly ribbed someone. In this case, she’d nailed two in less than an hour. Jayson’s tight-lipped response was priceless, and the Cajun snickered to herself as she leaned contently back against the counter. “Hey now, Ah’m bein’ serious!” she cried out in her defense; hell, she looked the type that would laugh at a funeral and crack jokes about the deceased. “The catchy name pairin’ is just a gimmick. But look—y’all get along. Y’ ‘bout the same age. An’ Faye ain’ bad-lookin’, s’ long as y’ got an insurance policy out fo’ him.” She counted off each of those little attributes on her fingers, honey-colored eyes looking off to the side as no doubt thought of more ‘constructive’ things to say. “Or are y’ just paradin’ with that particular piece o’ mancandy t’ make Amara jealous?” Now how did she know about that? Well, this was Riva we’re dealing with here. If there was gossip floating around worth mentioning, she was bound to know more than her fair share. The nut joke, while a bit too middle school and PG compared to Riva’s usual material, was by far the pun of the day. It floored everyone in the kitchen (at least those old enough to understand)—Jayson was drowning her giggles in water, which bought Riva some time from a burning comeback, and Kadin… Dear Lord, it wasn’t that bad! Riva snickered as he turned five kinds of red, patting him jovially between his shoulder blades as he coughed up a blueberry. “Bit too much fo’ ya, Super Man?” she asked, lips quirked in a sly smile. She leaned in closer, her hand coming to rest teasingly on his shoulder as she spoke oh so innocuously into his ear. “Ah got ya beat already. But Ah promise next time Ah’ll try t’ spare these virgin ears.” And just as casually she walked off, the gurgling sounds of the finished brew of coffee sounding just over Violey’s warning. Riva placed a goading hand on her hip and gave the aerokinetic a grin, not at all fazed by the warning. “Oh my, sorry t’ offend ya, Princess. Simple mistake, but it ain’ no reason t’ get so angry, unless y’ haven’ had any nuts in a long while. Those cravings are makin’ y’ irritable.” Which definition she was using, Riva didn’t tell. She shrugged lightly as her attention turned to the coffee pot and poured two cups of the caffeinated brew. Then a puff of white billowed at the corner of her eye, Riva turning to look just in time to see the flour sack die on the ground. Flour spilled everywhere, and the tsunami of powder stopped just short of her shoes. “Smooth, Violey,” she snickered, picking up the two cups of coffee and setting one down next to Kadin. In exchange, she plucked a few blueberries from the bin in his hand and grinned. “Ah’ll take that as m’ tip. Playin’ barista ain’ free.” She tossed one up into the air and caught it in her mouth, chewing contently as Rosie made her best Scott imitation as of yet. “Nothin’, Mini-Summers… maybe Ah’ll explain it to ya later…. Jeeze, this flour is everywhere. Jayson, where we keepin’ the broom now?” Things tended to change location in the kitchen. And Riva didn’t feel like searching for them. She tossed another blueberry up and followed its arc, another seamless catch and repeated the process with the rest of the berries, sitting herself on one of the kitchen counter stools. |
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| Kadin | Jan 24 2008, 05:12 AM Post #22 |
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It wasn't as much the joke that had caused him to turn five shades of red, but the blueberry that had been lodged in his windpipe. Yes, the joke was quite humorous as well as a little embarrassing at the time seeing as he happened to be the only person in the room with the anatomy she was jesting about, but the blueberry had been the main source of his problem. He let out a softer cough as he began to breathe normally again. Riva's attempt at "consoling" him on the topic of whether or not she could beat him, was much like the grand debate of "top" or "bottom" you never know which is better until you try it. Kadin gave her a hurt look, but couldn't hold back the smile that washed over his face as she walked past him. She had yet to tell him just what she could do, but he had a gamble...if anything it would be a fun fight. .::Who wouldn't want to pin a cute girl on the ground...::. He let the thought pass with just a shrug to himself and a smile. The idea itself was a bit unlike him, but something about these people and their "social" nature seemed to be rubbing off on him. The bag of flour falling to the floor seemed like a slow motion film. It was almost like some other unknown individual should come flying out of the shadows right about now to save the flour before it met its fate on the cold floor. Though it happened to turn out just the opposite. The large puff that was created from the bags immediate stop reminded him of an old war documentary, it was like a small mushroom cloud in the middle of the kitchen. All the while Kadin just stood there with his mouth open watching the cloud settle on the floor around the rest of the disaster. "...Jeeze, this flour is everywhere. Jayson, where we keepin’ the broom now?” Feeling kinda helpless his eyes scanned the kitchen quickly. He had seen one while preparing breakfast earlier, but now it seemed to have disappeared. His eyes quickly spotted the cup of coffee Riva had placed beside him, and just as quick he forgot all about the broom. Kadin breathed in the thin steam that seemed to lift off the hot liquid. The aroma was a strong one, but definitely not the best of the bean family. Hesitantly he took a sip, and quickly pulled away with his face looking like it had just taken a bite out of a lemon. Swallowing what liquid he had allowed into his mouth, he nodded slowly as he turned to look at Riva. "It is...How you say...' He struggled for a moment as the after taste settled on his tongue, "...Not like...mother makes it". It wasn't a bad coffee blend, but it wasn't exactly his cup of joe either. It was a dark black that seemed like it should almost actually make a horseshoe stand up in the pot. Kadin wondered for a moment if this was always what she drank in the morning..if so...it explained a lot. "It's good..." He lied as he gave her a fake smile and nodded hoping she would believe him. He turned away for a moment to set his cup down and grab the bowl of blueberries again. Making his way over to Rosie he set the bowl down on the counter next to where she had just started mixing. "Here you are, little one..." He stated giving her a grin, "Blueberries for your muffins..." Walking back over to his coffee he picked up the mug and gave it a scared look as he lifted it to his lips again and downed the liquid quickly. It was the beauty of an inside and out invulnerability, no burns, no bruises. "Mmm..." He groaned softly as if pleased, "That was good...got any more?". He asked his question slowly...almost afraid of the answer she might give... |
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| Violey | Jan 30 2008, 01:33 AM Post #23 |
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The debate no longer revolved around her going out with Faye. No, Miss Riva brought it to a full new level. "I'll admit one thing to you," she said pointing at her fellow red head. "I am not one to try and make someone jealous. It was all in her head," she shrugged not saying who this her was. "As for 'Mara, whatever she believes is kinda false. I don't like Faye as a possible boyfriend. He's OK and I have already got an insurance policy signed out on him. The only problem is he needs to realize that she likes him. Sad to say my red head friend is completely clueless when it comes to the fairer sex." It seemed that she wasn't the only one who started to choke. At least, though, Kadin didn't do so on purpose. The stone turner really didn't want to get on Violey's bad side so early in the morning. Her friend had been acting a bit angsty for the past few days. After asking Kadin if he were alright she saw far the corner of her greenish-brown eyes something that had to be foreboding. With hope her muffins would still turn out impeccable. To her it seemed as though Riva wished for a new enemy. Once you got past the manners and non-understanding of American societal norms the European known as Violey Vistagraph would be just a normal person. Other things such as her likes and dislikes would soon be discovered as well. One of her most clearest dislikes, the one that trumped them all was a certain description of how she acted. Whether Riva knew this or not was not the point. She had said it and that was final. Violey's jeweled green eyes flared in anger. How dare she call her that? "You shall also refrain from calling me princess," the aerokinetic warned. The warning was false hope because she was taking action at that moment. The mess of flour on the floor began to swirl. First it had been just a slight wave which turned into a repeating ripple mirroring wind blowing against the grass. Now a full, albeit, small vortex began to form. A broom wouldn't be necessary to clean the forthcoming mess up. A fire hose would complete the job much quicker. Oh, Jayson already knew not to call her friend princess. She had scratch marks down her face for a week after the first time the description slipped from her mouth. That instance was the first time she turned Violey to stone as well. But this was besides the point. A small flour tornado would liven up the day for sure. Sadly, though, she wasn't in the mood. So, instead of calming her friend down with words which would be unheard, she smiled and took another action. Walking up behind Rosie she hugged her quickly. "Little Rosie monkey can you do me a favor?" Jayson asked. "Can I have the spoon while you pour about half the blueberries into the batter?" Promptly she took the spoon gently from Rosie's hand. With little care she scooped up a tiny bit of the batter onto it and positioned it for aim. One second the batter was on the spoon. The next it was flying through the air on a crash course for... and score! The target was a hit. Violey didn't see the batter flying her way. How could she when her eyes were glued on the growing white vortex? It was about four feet high the moment the batter made its target. Her right eye. Momentarily the funnel quivered before collapsing altogether. The flour once again fell to the floor in a cloud of white. If she had a mirror the aerokinetic could see what made her loose focus. She would have been able to see the black ring round her right eye covered in muffin batter. "That's a good look for ya," Jayson said before anyone else could. Now the danger was gone she was able to finish up the muffin batter. "OK, now I only a need the muffin pan and soon they will be cooking away." The stone turner walked oven to the counter to grab it. Without a second glance she whispered so only Kadin can hear. "Violey doesn't like that blend either," she said. "However I believe Riva's coffee is great. May I have a cup," she finished saying her last sentence loud enough for everyone to hear. |
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| Rosie | Feb 1 2008, 05:01 AM Post #24 |
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Rosie shrieked when the flour puffed up over the room. Keeping tight grip on her spoon, she squinted around the room, torn between giggling until she fell off the stepstool that she was standing on, and shrieking in dismay. In the end the little girl did the first, watching the white stuff settle on the ground. It was just like snow, except softer, fluffier. And of course, it wasn't cold. The little girl beamed up at Kadin when he handed her the blueberries, then glanced down into the bag. Yum...perfectly blue blueberries. Rosie released the spoon to Jayson's custody, gripping the small package as she watched the mixture smooth out. Carefully she started sprinkling the blueberries in...and shrieked again when batter started flying. Honestly. Grown-ups said little kids were weird? Giggling, Rosie set the package aside, stealing a blueberry for herself, and drawing a finger through the flour on the counter as the rest of the flour slowly settled on the floor. And okay, Rosie didn't understand most of the playful bickering, but she just giggled along and poked a finger into the sticky mess in the bowl. Hmm... "Needs more booberries." She commented solemnly, poking at the package. Feeling like a real live chef, Rosie beamed up at the others. "Betcha Mama 'n' Papa would like 'em." |
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| Riva | Feb 4 2008, 08:54 PM Post #25 |
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Bringing the topic of discussion away from the Jay-Faye phenomenon was enough to put the stone-turner at ease; while Riva loved to push everyone’s buttons, she didn’t do it out of malicious spite… well, maybe she did. But she loved getting a rise out of people, then mellow them out with a few more. In the end, everyone gets a good laugh. Since Riva really wasn’t too close to anyone around the Institute, regardless of gender, she knew they’d be hard pressed to bring up witty ammunition against her. “Faye is a bit scatter-brained, ain’ he? Honestly, that kinda cluelessness would drive me nuts…” She trailed off with a snicker; good Lord, she was so easily amused. She swung her legs almost childishly as she sat, popping another blueberry into her mouth. Mmm-mmm good. “.. Especially from a guy Ah liked. Ah think you an’ me need t’ give Faye some.. pointers. A red head junta,” she mused, quirking a devious brow and giving Jayson a smirk. “It wouldn’ kill ‘Mara t’ be a little more forward either.” Meanwhile, it seemed Violey was coming down with something, the way her face was screwing up… Oh. She was angry. With Riva. Oh my, what ever shall we do? The Cajun smiled back at the blonde blithely, taking in the warning and simply daring her to make good on her word. “Or what, Princess?” she teased, taking a sip of her coffee. She looked over at Kadin, barely masking a smirk when she caught that puckered sour beer expression. When she looked back up, however, the flour sprung to life in a whirring white dust devil, twisting and turning and threatening to swallow her into a powdery death. “Hey, hey, hey!” she cried out in protest, putting a hand over the top of her mug in hopes to keep the flour out. But the mini-tornado whirred closer, making the choice clear. It was her, or the coffee. Riva set the mug on the counter and bolted off her seat with a cry, but not quick enough. Her back had been blasted with flour, Riva peering over her shoulder and at her backside and letting out a frustrated growl. “Violey! Ah jus’ washed these jeans!” she seethed, and looked up just in time to see the aerokinetic get an eye-full of batter. Her previous anger suddenly vanished, and the Cajun gave a barking laugh. “Hah! Batter-based under eye concealer. Ah love it. Serves y’ right, Princess,” she snickered, only to look back down at her own person and give a groan. From there Riva commenced the cleaning ceremony, swatting as her clothes and stomping and coughing as the flour billowed off her. All they needed now were some war drums and she’d be making smoke signals, Riva thought sardonically. At Jayson’s request, Riva leaned against the counter next to the master chef and nodded her head. “Go ahead, mon coeur. There’s plenty, even fo’ seconds.” Glancing over at Rosie, Riva scooped a bit of muffin batter from the mixing bowl’s rim with a finger and dotted the tip of the tyke’s nose with a little flourish. “Havin’ fun, Oompa?” she asked impishly, tilting her head. |
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| Cyclops | Feb 4 2008, 09:40 PM Post #26 |
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The uneven tap tap tap of a glass cane filled the hall, coming closer and closer to the kitchen. In the past months since the attack on the Friends of Humanity Headquarters and his subsequent torture at the hands of Mystique, Scott Summers's altered gait had become a familiar sound around the school. Where most men might use their injury as an excuse to sit back and rest, he wasn't most men, which was why he'd led the X-Men since he was eighteen years old, not always happily, sometimes allowing it to consume him to the point of obsessions... but never half-heartedly, never lazily. He could have considered recuperation time unproductive, and had chosen instead a regime of physical therapy and activity to rebuild the strength in his knee. So, the sound of him walking the halls of the school in asymmetrical footfalls had become commonplace. Scott realized the importance of his appearance here within the school. It was a scary thing to be a mutant, especially for many of the students who had been poorly treated, abused, before coming here. If he sat back, let his injury weaken him, there were those who might be even more afraid. It was important that he be seen as strong and steadfast. He'd forgotten that after the Professor's disappearance, and allowed grief to consume him selfishly for a time. But he was not going to allow that anymore. He had a responsibility. He wasn't Xavier, able to inspire with words and calm reason. His was a position of strength and efficiency. That was what his responsibility was. But, he had another duty here, one of control and rules, and teaching the children who dwelt here more than how to master their powers, but how to become their own masters. So, he sometimes had to take the role of disciplinarian, particularly when he walked into the kitchen to find what is was he found. Looking at the very annoying mess in the kitchen, caused by the very unauthorized use by the very undisciplined students, Scott, his hands calmly wrapped around the knob of his glass cane, his stance steel beam straight, the only sign that his weight was not evenly distributed on his feet being the hint the brace on his right knee gave him, turned his red glasses on each of the students in their turn and finally down at his flour and battered covered three-year-old, her lips dark with what he assumed was blueberry juice by the package on the counter. "I don't recall seeing any of your names on the kitchen help assignments this week, so I am assuming this is an impromptu baking party?" |
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| Kadin | Feb 7 2008, 04:29 AM Post #27 |
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By the time Riva's blend of coffee and its bitter taste had left his mouth it seemed like the world had gone to the dogs or the cats; at this point it was hard to tell. Between the powdering of Riva's backside, and the batter filled eyes of the Illustrious "Princess" it was hard to tell whether or not the future held delightful muffins or weeks of kitchen duty. Kadin smiled and let out a laugh right alongside Rosie's squeal of delight. His moment of joy peaked as Riva's backside was coated in a fine dusting of flour, the look on her face made the moment priceless. "Well then..can't say you look half bad in white..." Kadin said with a laugh as he spoke over the noise of the kitchen. Not a moment later he watched as Jayson flung a spoon full of batter across the room and square into Violey's eye. It was only a moment ago he saw this girl go from being a prim and proper "princess" to being a flour blowing maniac...and now...she was wearing muffin batter, such a quick fall from "royalty"; it would almost be sad...if it wasn't so funny. Often in life we find that there are grand moments inspired by the joy that is known as friends, and yet such a joy is quickly shattered when the oppression known as authority is introduced; such a moment had just arrived. Kadin's face went from being one of delight and happiness to having a flat, empty expression. His eyes glanced up at Riva for a moment and then dropped back to the floor. He had only really known Mr. Summers for a couple hours, and had yet to understand his exact nature. But Kadin had yet to be acknowledged as stupid, he knew that Scott still held the position of authority over them, and he knew that they were not exactly being "responsible" students. With his lips held shut he glanced up at the man leaning on his cane. He looked weak, but still somewhere from beneath that weakness...strength was showing through. Looking about to the others slowly he hopped that someone would have a response...he certainly didn't... |
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| Riva | Feb 8 2008, 07:09 PM Post #28 |
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The kitchen had gone from serene Institute refuge to ground zero in less than 15 minutes. Definitely not a record breaker in Riva’s book, but then again, she hadn’t woken up that morning and went ‘Hmm, let me trash the kitchenette today’. Trouble just happened, which seemed to be an expected thing whenever that dash of Cajun spunk was added to any equation. A scientific constant. She leaned back on the counter casually, as these sort of antics were a staple part of her day to day life; there was flour spilled everywhere, particularly in dusty little dunes around the manic princess, blueberries that had rolled onto the floor like dormant mines ready to be squished, the occasional fleck of batter; it was a war zone, giving Riva the impression of a culinary version of Rambo. Any minute, the Vietcong would storm out from their fox hole in the pantry, throwing anti-personnel fried dumplings or shooting balls of soggy lo mein from their mortars… Ah, I love the smell of batter in the morning. Wait. Wrong movie. She’d get the screen play to Mr. Stallone first thing tomorrow. Still, the casualty she’d suffered with her clothes wasn’t easily forgotten. She tried giving it another shot, swatting at her thigh in hopes to get the flour out. It came off in puffs, but no where near the amount needed to absolve her person of the starch. "Well then..can't say you look half bad in white..." Still swatting at her legs, she glanced up amid the fringe of flashy red hair in her face at Kadin, giving him a feigned look of surprise. “Oh? Y’ think so, homme?” she asked, straightening up and twirling around once, giving him another opportunity to judge. Quite generous. “Ah don’ know.. Ah think y’ jus’ sayin’ that t’ be nice.” She neared him again, which hopefully Kadin had learned by then meant she was up to something. She threw an amiable arm over his shoulders and ruffled his hair, giving him a little smattering of flour in the process. “Y’ don’ look so bad y’self. But no doubt about it, Ah look better,” she smirked, but the top tap tap tapping of a familiar glass cane drew Riva’s attention to the doorway. Say hello to Captain killjoy, kiddies. But where everyone else found the need to tuck their tails between their legs and fall back into the background, Riva was the exact opposite. A wry grin crossed her lips as she tilted her head to the side, giving Scott an enthusiastic wave. “Mornin’ Mister Summers. Hope y’all RSVP’ed fo’ this little shindig. It’s an exclusive affair,” she mused, never skipping a beat. She looked back to the floor, which still sported a good slippery layer of flour. Riva cleared a spot with her sneaker and kicked it under the table, looking back up to the teacher and giving him an apologetic smile. “Ah knocked the bag off the counter by accident. Violey here was in the process of usin’ her powers t’ sweep it up, oui?” Wait, was she taking the blame? It seemed like it. Riva was used to getting the brunt of things anyway. Might as well remain consistent. "If y' don' blow a gasket, there might be a muffin in it fo' ya. Jus' sayin'," she shrugged jovially. |
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| Violey | Feb 13 2008, 05:06 AM Post #29 |
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The muffin batter dripped from her eye down her white cheek stopping, finally, at the corner of her black lip. Violey unconsciously licked the batter trying to comprehend what just had occurred. A single comparison had caused a normally sensible teen to become a maniac. It had been a sarcastic remark but all the same it shouldn’t have earned such a reaction. She blinked and gently wiped away the ammo her friend use to cause sense to return. Was it necessary for an apology? The need wasn’t there. The aerokinetic didn’t mean to make a whirling flour tornado of doom. A smile appeared on her two toned lips. “White does look good on you,” Violey agreed with Kadin. “But Riva, I would try something more sensible zan a powdery appearance. People might start to talk.” With that she said nothing more. Her attention shifted to Jayson. A batter free face smiled in a way which a normal person would turn tail and run like the wind in the opposite direction. The stone–turner burst out into laughter as she tried to pour herself a cup of coffee. “A great look for you Violey,” Jayson said. “Only you could introduce food based concealer in the fashion world. Watch out Milan a new fashion designer has hit the scene who could be her own model.” This was all too amusing. To think she had been about to regret to wake up so early. She’ll thank her roomie later. “Nice look Mr. Kadin,” Jayson cheered as Riva shared her flour look with the new guy. “You could be the marketer of Violey’s new line of food ware.” Maybe she was taking the joke too far. The anger in Violey’s jeweled eyes only increased. This slowly became more than pay back for her rude early wake-up call. But there would only be an ounce of fun in something as meaningless as this. Even without interruption it wouldn’t have continued much longer. The sound of Cyclops's cane coming down the hallway made both the friend’s plans of payback end. Violey had begun to draw the air molecules to her. A concentrated air current to the ear would end Jayson’s rather rude words. Jayson’s plan of attack was just to throw more muffin batter at her friend. A never-ending battle of name calling and food projectiles would cause heaps of trouble. Luckily for all present in the kitchen a teacher’s interruption was a happy occurrence. “Good Morning boss,” Jayson smiled. She had returned to her muffins. As she spoke the batter was being poured into the muffin pan. Trouble was about to be had. However, she kept smiling nonetheless. “Rosie is my assistant chef today,” she said cheerily. “Aren’t you little miss Rosie monkey?” Trouble… What an opportune moment for one of the strictest teachers to walk into the disaster zone once called the kitchen? Once more the golden blonde’s concentration ended in mid-act of her powers being used. That was never a good thing. She knew all too well the consequence of such a thing. With a migraine forming the ‘princess’ collapsed into a chair. She had hoped to enjoy a pleasant morning eating the most delicious muffins. Even so she still knew what was to happen. They were all in trouble. “Eet was I,” the aerokinetic spoke up. Her voice didn’t reveal any of the pain forming in her head. “Riva ‘ad only let off a joke I did not understand. I dropped the flour to ze floor. A name she used to describe me caused my anger to lose control. I should ‘ave not use my powers. I take full responsibility of my actions.” |
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| Cyclops | Feb 14 2008, 04:02 AM Post #30 |
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Scott looked at the group, and his role was clear. He had always been the one to take responsibility, the one that was no fun, no excitement, no misbehaving. Even as a teenager here, when Warren and Jon were arranging midnight raids on Jean and Mina's room, and Hank was doing whatever it was that Hank did on those nights, Scott was worrying, fretting, and trying to be the voice of reason. He didn't mean to be a spoilsport, he honestly didn't, and there was a deep seated longing that he didn't admit to himself or anyone else, that he could be something more. But he knew he wasn't, not fun, not easy to get along with, the bad cop to everyone else's good cop, and he was not unhappy with that, not really. He had learned as a young man the consequences of unfettered actions, his first burst of power nearly killing a crowd of people as his beams severed a crane cable that was lifting a huge girder. He had fired his second blast to save their lives, but that would not have been necessary if he had been more careful. So, he had willingly become the one amongst them all who cracked the whip, and forced them to be... better than they thought they were, better maybe than they wanted to be. He had never thought he was going to teach anyone, never really wanted it, nut when he saw one of the students graduate or master their powers... he was proud of them, and it made him eternally grateful for the Professor's guidance. He looked at the kids and thought about chalking this up to youth and goofing around, and since there really wasn't any harm done, he supposed he could be lenient on them, but then, he wouldn't be Scott Summers if he did. "I'd like this kitchen cleaned up, ladies and gentleman, and I would like it done without powers please," Scott said, "Then, since you are all so fond of cooking, I'm assigning you each to a week of kitchen duty," He looked at the youngest of the group and said, "Except for Rosie, obviously, who is going to go upstairs now and sit quietly in her room until we've had a little talk about asking permission. Is that clear, everyone?" He glanced at Riva, "You're becoming quite the household help, Miss Lafitte, I'm sure you're accustomed to the routine by now." |
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