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 Posted: Sat May 21, 2011 9:45 pm
"Damn!" Caim bit his lip and scratched at one of his pointed ears with a frustrated look painted all over his face. He looked around at the busy cafeteria that was bustling with people. At first he had been a little surprised at the sheer amount of people coupled with the fact that not all of them were entirely human. It was definitely a little... different than what he was normally used to. However, now Caim was just downright annoyed. Not only was it particularly noisy, but the room was flat out disgusting. Bodies covered in grime and sweat pushed past him rudely while a dank odor hung in the air all around him.
It had already been at least a week since he had arrived at this god forsaken place and he had managed to grab some decent food here and there, but... now he was hungry and feeling a little too lazy to go out and steal (or kill for) some food. It had been at least a week since he had gotten separated from Eifa. One whole week and he still hadn't managed to find his partner and best friend. Needless to say, Caim was a bit on edge by now.
He looked around over the heads of the many patients and scowled at the line that had formed in front of the... food area. Even with his sharp eyesight, Caim couldn't see past the shifting and twitching heads of the patients that were holding out their chipped plates to the cafeteria cooks. Making a face, he had no choice but to shove his way to the long line. Caim wasn't exactly the type of person that enjoyed waiting, but he managed to refrain from cutting anyone in the line. Of course, that didn't mean that others were in the same kind of mindset.
His hand shot out and painfully grabbed onto the shoulder of the man that had figured that it would be okay to just scoot in front of Caim. "Hey. Get your a** to the back of the line." At least Caim was trying to be somewhat courteous today despite the foul mood that he was in. When the man turned around and shot Caim a dirty look, trying to shake off the steel-like grip on his shoulder, any patience that Caim still had left for the day completely evaporated. Barring his fangs that were now coated in flames, he glared down at the defiant human and spoke in a low growl. "I said, get your a** to the back of the line, b***h."
A satisfied grin made its way onto Caim's face as the man visibly shrank back before scrambling away. Ah, Eifa has a point. Maybe talking things out does work sometimes. Swallowing back the flames in his mouth and picking up a not-so-white plate from the counter, Caim turned back to the task at hand: getting some shitty food for his grumbling stomach.
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2011 8:47 am
As opposed to the larger and much older man, there was a smaller and more reserved one waiting around the corner of the cafeteria's entrance. It was the best place if you didn't want to get touched, or bumped... or even seen unless passing right up close. And that's exactly what he wanted. Roe didn't want to deal with the idiots here. He just wanted to get his food, and go!
Peering into the confined little room, crammed with more bodies than there should be, his sensitive nose twitched from time to time as rather pungent scents reached it. Most of this stuff was no better than sewage waste, or decaying leftovers in an alley...
But... if he were lucky, he could snatch himself a slab of Spam or even sneak into the back for the rare raw real beef. It was trick, and was illegal, of course, but he didn't give a crap! If there were birds around, he could catch and eat those... but of course, the only 'life' that was here consisted of the anthro guinea pigs that littered this prison.
As he waited and bid his time, those golden lanterns flashed towards a few individual's who held quite a hostile vibe... particularly tha-.. ears suddenly pricking straight up, the Poochyena's tail began to slowly bristle upon spying what was most definitely his greatest rival yet at this god forsaken place. That old scruffy fart... His lips rolled back in a instinctual sneer, tearing his gaze off to spy one of the cafeteria ladies wandering off from her post to go take a smoke break. This was his chance. Glaring once more at the Arcanine, the mutt made his move, slinking silently into the room, ignoring and dodging everyone in his path. He stood casually at the end of the line, tail flicking lightly, eyes trained at the open spot, and moved as the rest of those ahead of him did. Once close enough, he slipped behind the counters, and fell into the shadow's to find the large freezer that lay dormant deep within the darkness that shrouded him.
After a few moments of fiddling and sneaking around, Roe had his prize... a nice juicy fresh steak. Nicely cut, and probably just bought today... but as he was exiting, someone was entering. The server was done with her break, and coming in to get her own lunch prepared. As soon as they saw each other, the overweight, and rather badger looking female let out a yelp, and lifted a flabby arm to prep a strike for the boy. But Roekan was far more faster than some chick. With a hard bump to her side, the pooch weaved around to dash through the door, sending the woman falling onto her side with a screech, alarming the others who were at the front counters.
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He didn't have time to react to anything else aside from run the heck out of that room! Many of the other patient's reacted by staring and watching him run from the pursuing cafeterian staff, but most just went on about their usual rituals.
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Posted: Sat Jun 04, 2011 10:43 pm
His orange ears perked up as he turned his head just in time to catch sight of a somewhat familiar gray pup fleeing from the kitchen. He cocked his head to one side in slight interest as a pudgy cook stomped out and stood at the doorway, waving her arms around as she shouted various profanities at the little perpetrator. Turning his attention back to inching along in the line, Caim decided to tune in to the conversations going on around him.
"Cheeky l'il brat..."
"Lucky b*****d -"
"What'd he get, eh?"
"- lucky that it wasn't the cook with the knife!"
"AHAHA GOOD ONE, MATE."
Quirking a brow and murmuring softly to himself, he shook his head. Piecing together the little fragments here and there, Caim came to the conclusion that one of the patients had managed to bust into the kitchen and steal himself some real food. Whoever the kid had been - even though he had picked up the kid's scent, it wasn't exactly striking a familiar chord - he had to applaud the kid a bit. He definitely had to have had some guts to pull off a stunt like that. Pursing his lips, Caim slowly turned his head and peered past the grumpy looking servers to the doors leading to the kitchen. It was a tempting idea... but now the workers were probably on edge. That and Caim wasn't exactly the sneaking type. Especially in crowded places. In broad daylight. It's not that he couldn't get past some squishy minimum wage cooks and servers - he was fast enough, that was for sure - but would it really be worth the effort? Caim wasn't exactly a picky eater... as long as it didn't kill him, he could just swallow it down quickly and be on his (not so) merry way.
Besides, sneaking was Eifa's thing. She was the quiet, agile, 5'2" girl that did all of the infiltrating for the pair. Running a hand over his face, Caim stole one last look at the door. It would probably be a better idea to just come back after nightfall - that way, if he did end up getting caught red handed, Caim could make a quick escape without worrying about running into 50 other hungry patients. Unlike the scruffy kid that had just booked it out of the room, Caim was about a foot too tall to duck into the crowd.
He let out a quiet snort as the server dropped a slab of what looked like very burnt lasagna onto his plate. Staring at the lopsided thing for a few seconds, Caim simply shrugged, muttered out a soft "eeeh, what the hell", and flashed the unenthusiastic server a smirk as he turned to walk away. At least he didn't mind burnt food. Not even bothering to find himself a seat, Caim grabbed a flimsy plastic spoon off of the counter (wow, we aren't even allowed to have forks?), and quickly wolfed down his... well, it couldn't exactly be called 'lunch'. Maybe midday snack? Whatever.
Cracking his knuckles, Caim tossed the plastic soon aside and strode past the long dining tables in a nonchalant manner. Suddenly tossing the chipped plate behind him, he took the moment of distraction to sneak between other patients and into their pockets and plates as some of them turned to look at the commotion. Fools. You'd think they'd be used to random noise by now... ha! Nimbly weaving his way between the grimy and sweaty bodies - it's a good thing that he wasn't affected by the room's warm temperature - and out the main door he went!
Sauntering down the hallway towards the courtyard, Caim munched on a small loaf of bread that he had swiped from someone's plate as he tossed a stolen apple up and down. He had been... fairly successful, considering the poor state that eighty-percent of the patients were in. Some crispy lasagna, bread, and an apple weren't exactly enough to sate Caim's hungry, but it would have to do for now. Once he met up with Eifa again, he'd make sure that they'd pillage that entire damn kitchen.
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