Food Fiiiiiiight! (OPEN)

[Romeo Buckland]

Keeping a low profile had been Romeo’s goal for the past few weeks. It’s rather unorthodox yes (especially in a time when everyone wants to be known for what they can do), but considering the numerous situations he’s gotten himself in during his first few weeks (his water gun fight with the telepath and Dr. Campbell’s daughter that left the office hallways drenched for a good day or so, to be specific), he figured lying low would do him better for the long run.

And surprisingly, it did. It allowed him to explore the campus at his own pace, learn how the whole classroom-system works and even make a few friends. He actually found out that he’s rather adept when it comes to historical facts and data, and will be a study group with a few of his friends after school.

Eating lunch in the cafeteria has been part of the whole low-key image mission the Irish boy’s been pushing. Like always, he silently got in line, grabbed a tray, ordered a meatball-and-spaghetti dish with two slices of garlic bread, a bottle of milk and was off to his usual table (not a corner one mind you, but the one just beside the vending machine). Everything was going fine until someone suddenly tripped him. Lucky for him he was able to regain his footing easily and none of his food spilled.

“What the hell was that for?” asked the Buckland teen with a scowl, “Problem with me Gill?”

“Huh? What did I do?” Typical answer. The boy and his troupe had been bugging him for a while now, ever since he made a laughing stock of the pyrokinetic during gym class (bested him in nearly everything, even dodge ball). Giving the apes one last frown, the boy silently sat down and began eating his lunch.

He hadn’t even started on his second bite when he felt something hit the back of his neck. He tried to ignore it, but then came another, and another and another. Peas, he thought when he saw one land near his feet. “Would you stop it will you?” he growled, giving the group a glare. They simply feigned innocence once more and laughed boisterously as Romeo turned around.

Then the peas started hitting him once more.

Completely furious, Romeo grabbed a meatball and threw it towards the group. Unfortunately they ducked just in time and the ball hit someone else square in the face.

“Oh my god,” said the boy, his eyes widening as he stood up and walked towards the unfortunate bystander, “I’m-”

His apology was cut off all of a sudden by someone else (from Gill’s group, as it was) shouting “FOOD FIGHT!”. Cue chaos in the cafeteria.

So much for keeping a low profile.

[Max Rose]

"MAXIIIIIIIIIIIMA ROSE!" yelled the crazy redhead girl three tables over, before flinging at least a plateful of spaghetti and meatballs at one of the idiots who'd done the shouting. Technically, Max was aiming for the guy doing the shouting himself, since everyone knows that the first target you go for in a food fight is the idiot yelling out that it's a food fight. Max's aim wasn't perfect though, so she was just hoping to land in the general area.

She'd been eating her lunch and mostly being Max. Which meant that she had three portions of food, and spent the time alternating between talking about the newest released information about the Avengers movie and punching the people sitting next to her. She hadn't noticed the initial blow, though she would have immediately jumped to Romeo's defense had she known. But when food flies, Max was willing to rise to the cause.

Max also didn't care so much about being a target herself. She'd climbed atop her table, picking up her tray of food as she went. Soon enough, a dish of what she'd been hoping was mixed vegetables went flying, nailing a particularly perky blonde a few tables over. Next would come the pudding, though Max would surely miss consuming that. No matter. The food must fly, and Max wasn't about to sit there quietly.

"THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE!"

[Chris Carpenter]

(I'll join in if you want one more )

Chris sat in the cafteteria, happily chowing down on anything he could get his hands on. He wasn't used to cafeteria meals, truth be told. Back home, the school cafeteria had charged for meals and there just hadn't been money for them so his parents had always just sent him with a sandwich and an apple or something like that. Meals at home had never been comfortable, either. His mom wasn't a bad cook, really, but he'd never felt welcome there. His attempts at conversation when younger had been mostly ignored or sneered at until he'd learned better. Thus, he'd actually eaten most of his meals with the old gang and that ass Sean. The food had been basically whatever they could snatch, so everyone had usually brought something and there was always (mostly) good-natured fighting over the choicest bits.

What a difference it was in this school. Food was just provided, which was good as he didn't have money to buy his own, and while the quality wasn't like a 5-star restaurant or anything, it was still good food as far as he was concerned. Not only that, but he could eat with friends...when they were around...and usually no one would bug him. Besides, he wouldn't know what to expect from a 5-star restaurant anyway. He probably wouldn't even like the food.

He shoveled another forkful of spaghetti into his mouth, enjoying the bite. Yep, this was the life. For once, he actually had food, and-

"FOOD FIGHT!"

The cry went up from around and Chris flinched. "No way..."

The concept of a food fight was foreign to him. Coming from a family with so little money, the idea of throwing food around and wasting it had always seemed so ridiculous. There had to be a way out of this without getting involved. Yeah...he'd duck under the table and stay there until the fight was done.

He was just starting to make his move when some crazy redhead threw a plate...an entire plate...of that tasty spaghetti into his face and he saw red, both figuratively and literally. He leapt to his feet and shook a fist at the older girl angrily, not caring at that moment that he'd always been told boys weren't SUPPOSED to fight girls. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Angrily, he grabbed the first thing that came to hand, ,which was a bread roll, and tossed it at the older girl's head, all thoughts of the sanctity of food forgotten for the moment.

[Romeo Buckland]

Very much like Chris, Romeo was extremely unfamiliar with the whole food-fight concept. Not only was food scarce back home (well, not really scarce per se – except maybe in winter – but more precious and stuff), Hammel was his first formal school he’s attended, thus he’s not really all that well-versed in the (North American) student vocabulary. So instead of ducking immediately when war was declared, the Irish boy instead stood up and turned around, confused as to what that meant.

Needless to say he was quite the visible target and was pelted by various food items – from pasta and bread, to gravy and chicken bones – within moments.

“Whu-what?!” was all that he managed to say as he got hit in the face by a scoop (or was it two) of mashed potatoes. He tried to duck and hide behind the tables for a while, but even then he got hit by a rather gooey pudding on his back (which unfortunately rolled down and went inside his pants). By gods was it uncomfortable.

Confused and irritated, Romeo finally decided to go out of hiding and join the fray. He’s already messy from the head down (bits and pieces of chicken nuggets are hanging from his curly hair) so might as well make the most of it.

If anything, he could just take a bath in the dorms later.

Grabbing a handful of the discarded food on the floor (he didn’t and wouldn’t want to know what it is; it smells rather foul though), he climbed on top of a table and threw one towards Gill’s group (bastard’s still clean; he didn’t need to know that one of them can create force fields to know why) shouting “Cowards! Don’t hide!” as he did.

And the other? To the crazy redhead who threw that pudding and made it and inside his boxers. It feels like he just went to the bathroom. It didn’t help that the color was quite the accurate portrayal (hooray chocolate pudding).

“WELL THAT CERTAINLY WON’T BE YOU!” He wouldn’t admit it just yet, but he’s oddly having fun with all these.

ooc:
So not a problem. . Join all you want. And yes, the more the merrier people. (I know you're lurking around. xD)
- Jam

[Max Rose]

Truly, being pelted by food felt quite liberating. Max could feel her clothes being sodden by various food elements, and was certain that her hair now contained streaks of brown and various other colors. But none of it hurt, and she was giving twice as good as she got. Her hands were covered in the stuff she'd flung, and anything that stuck to her was therefore transferable as a weapon.

Students were starting to stick out now, making them absolutely wonderful targets for Max's melee. Still shouting random battle cries ("for king and country," "Redwaaaaaaaaaall," "never give up; never surrender," etc.), she started charging about. Truly berserkers of old would be pleased at seeing the crazed girl running from table to table. At last, she slid to a stop near a curly haired boy, one who'd yelled at her earlier, charging her status as "the one."

"Hey," she said, grinning. A bit of food connected near her position, letting out a healthy "splat" noise. Max crowed, sticking a dripping hand into the air. Who cared if food dripped onto her face? Or that she was dangerously close to someone whose pants she'd filled with pudding? Not to mention the whole being only a few feet away from the redhead boy who'd yelled at her earlier.

"Come," she said, placing her arm on the curly haired boy (Romeo), "we must fight together for our common cause. Stand together! Or die alone. Or something."

If only she could transfer her pure, unadultered excitement. Maybe some of the light-headed giddiness or the feeling of wetness, but neither of those was really conductive to the whole "rise up and fight alongside me, brothers!" thing.