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 Posted: Sun May 13, 2012 10:05 pm
"Life is like a box of chocolates...
Full of maggots and roaches.
Oh, that's just me?" ~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~ Simon had a feeling one of his employees would take advantage of the family event to beg for him to come back complain to him about things he had no control over, and he had a bigger feeling that it was going to be his favorite employee. And that is exactly why he left carrots out. The perfect trap for his adorable little rabbit. So, he had hid out in the corner of the room as a shadow on the ground, waiting for his victim to arrive. And when he did, he was very disappointed. In that stupid human form, as usual. He just couldn't bring himself to snuggle him like he wanted to when he looked like that. He wanted his bunny back. Well, either way, his trap was set in motion. He slowly crept behind his pessimistic ex-employee as he was busy nibbling on the bait, waiting until the time was right... He popped out of the shadows and roughly grabbed his shoulders, leaning in close to his ear to greet him in a harsh and creepy whisper, "Helloooo...." ~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~ KISS THE COOK - Mr. Sweet
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2012 10:29 pm
 .:l Sven Hall l:.
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…..Ba-Dum. Ba-Dum. Ba-Dum.
Sven should have expected that. It was totally obvious. After all, who would lay out carrots? Then again, it could be anyone looking for a rabbit to eat, but he wasn’t tasty at all. He was tough and stringy and just plain disgusting. He should know. He accidentally gnawed on himself a few times when he ate something too fast.
Even with his heart hammering away in his throat, carrots dropping out of his hands, body tense in preparation to make a dash for it, Sven wasn’t scared at all. Instead, he was downright terrified. He should be used to it, but nope, he was still inwardly flailing. It was rather disappointing that he never had a heart attack yet because then he could just sue them all for emotional trauma. After that, he could win plenty of money, all of which he would splurge on gambling like everyone else does when they win the big bucks. Then, he would lose it all and wind up in a box like the hobo he was doomed to become. Yup. Everything sounded just about right.
“Hello’s are overrated.” He deadpanned to make up for his silence. “What’s the point of greetings when you don’t even mean them? It’s just empty chatter. It’s better if you just tell it straight up. That way, you don’t bring false hope about friendship and romance because in all honesty, that stuff is fake too. If you have any of that, it’s going to end horribly with your friends backstabbing you for all their greedy motives while everyone you love will scam you out of your money. That’s why the best way to live is as a hermit with nothing to live for because expectations suck. Oh, and can I have my raise now?”
". . .
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2012 4:25 pm
"Life is like a box of chocolates...
Full of maggots and roaches.
Oh, that's just me?" ~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~ Simon shuddered when he felt Sven tense up, still loving how easy it was to scare him. He couldn't count how many times he had caught him in this trap, and still managed to get so much fear out of him. Too bad he didn't show much of it on the outside, because that would make it so much better. If only he had a freezer around to stuff him into... ... He sighed when Sven started going on and on with his pessimistic nonsense, having hoped he wouldn't do so this time. But no, without fail, he could never managed to shut up about depressing things. He could swear that this brat secretly enjoyed being miserable with how much he talked about it. As he was rambling on, he slowly moved his hands from his shoulders to around his neck, squeezing slightly in hopes that would make him stop, or at least quieter. He was relieved when he finally finished, but that last remark... "I can't give you a raise. You don't work for me anymore, remember?" Honestly, did he not realize that? It's not like he would have given him a raise anyway, but still. ~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~ KISS THE COOK - Mr. Sweet
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2012 7:07 pm
.:l Sven Hall l:.
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Someone, end his life now. He was a pathetic worm that obviously didn't deserve to live anymore. In fact, even calling himself a worm would be too much. He shouldn't have a place in this world anymore. After all, how on earth could he forget that Simon wasn't his boss anymore? Just kidding. As if he would be that depressed over Simon not being his boss anymore. It was worth a celebration. All Sven needed was a few party poppers, and he'd have a wonderful party all by himself.
He refused to glance behind himself in fear of Simon shifting into his living nightmare and kept his eyes trained on the cutting board, dryly gulping when he felt hands ready to strangle him. "Oh. That sucks. I needed the money to pay the rent for my apartment, but it looks like I won't have it. It's the streets for me. Maybe I can just live my life in the wild. I can try my chances there too. What do you think? Would I have better chances living my life as a diseased homeless person or living my life running away from wild creatures for eternity? I think I prefer the latter. At least then, I could drop dead early and finally contribute to the world by satisfying the hunger of an animal with the flesh off my bones."
"Then again, maybe I can just sue you for sexual harassment, and get the money from the lawsuit."
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2012 8:40 pm
"Life is like a box of chocolates...
Full of maggots and roaches.
Oh, that's just me?" ~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~ ... Even the threat of choking him to death didn't seem to shut him up in the slightest. Simon ignored every word he said, because he had quickly learned from working with him that everything he said was absolutely pointless until the very end. And only some of the time he had something valid to say by the end of his annoying rants. So, while he was busy blabbing on and on, he went to go get a couple of carrots out of his little stash that he kept just in case he came across any rabbits. Yes, he was going to lure him out so he could find another way to keep him quiet. There was no giant freezer to stuff him into, but he did hear about Stargazer Cliff... Or at least, he thought that was the name. He wasn't exactly sure, but he was definitely going to throw him off that cliff. He walked over to drag him out the door... Well, he was going to until he heard that last comment. With an irritated twitch, he shoved him towards the door telling him, "Go. You can have some nice, fresh carrots if you go without a word." He continued to shove him forward whether he agreed or not, just wanting to get rid of him at this point. [Exits] ~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~ KISS THE COOK - Mr. Sweet
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2012 8:48 pm
.:l Sven Hall l:.
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Simon didn't even need to bark out orders because as soon as the carrots were brought out, Sven immediately clamped his mouth shut and started to head out to wherever the man wanted him to go. Carrots! Oh, that's not what he meant. He needed to try that again. Carrots.... Yay.
[ Exits ]
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2012 7:07 pm
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2012 7:30 pm
 ☆═━Raven Carter━═☆ Walking gets too boring, Raven walked into the classroom and noticed that there was another student but no teacher. Raven walked over to the other girl and sat beside her. "Hi, I'm Raven Carter!" she said. when you learn how to fly... My classes:
1st: Battle Strategy/Physical Combat
2nd: Astronomy
3rd: Music
4th: Cooking
5th: History
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2012 7:45 pm
Sethrian.Terkynna  Sethrian stepped into cooking, unaware the damn pig corpses were still there. The moment he stepped in the door and the blast of cold air hit him, he sucked in his breath, the air painfully freezing its way down his wind pipe. Ugh. Why? Why did they keep having to shove cold temperatures into his face? Grimacing, Sethrian continued into the class, his vision instantly darkening while the heat sources in the room brightened considerably--There was Simon, and Renivere was not far off, with another student. He could make out Renivere's blonde hair, but their features were already sort of fuzzy. He hadn't been expecting such cold air so he was dressed lightly--it wasn't helping matters. "I see the animal carcasses have returned," he remarked dryly, dodging one of the pigs hanging from the ceiling as he made his way to Renivere and the other girl. Relying more on the heat signatures than his eyes, he didn't quite miss the bucket of blood that had accumulated under the carcass, kicking it toward the girls and stumbling forward as he tripped on it. He managed to catch himself on the table, calling, "Renivere, watch out!" Dammit. How was he going to function in class like this?
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2012 7:58 pm
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2012 8:16 pm
☆═━Raven Carter━═☆ Walking gets too boring, "It's nice to meet you too, Reniv-woooaaah!" Raven screamed as she was pushed. She reflexively grabbed Renivere's hand as she fell, pulling the girl with her. In the middst of the fall Raven noticed the boy who just entered and the flying bucket of blood. when you learn how to fly... My classes:
1st: Battle Strategy/Physical Combat
2nd: Astronomy
3rd: Music
4th: Cooking
5th: History
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2012 8:42 pm
"Life is like a box of chocolates...
Full of maggots and roaches.
Oh, that's just me?" ~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~v~ Simon hadn't even noticed the students filing into the classroom, having been too busy with the unidentifiable corpse hanging next to his desk. To blow off a little steam, he was hacking and slashing at it with a large knife rather brutally, letting whatever pieces fell off land in the bucket below it. By the time mostly bone was left, his face and apron were so blood soaked that the red lettering on the apron was invisible and he had gotten a little in his eye. His attention was finally pulled away from the carcass when he heard someone trip over a bucket, only to see that horrible student, who just happened to be one of the better cooks in the school. That was just... irritating, but that was the least of his problems. Before he knew it, two female students toppled over in his direction to dodge the bucket of blood. He thought for a moment and was tempted to just let them fall... but he didn't have the heart. So, he dropped the knife in his hand and caught the two of them with a small 'oof', hoping he wouldn't get too much blood on them. He really didn't want any prissy girls attacking him because he ruined their clothes when all he did was try to help. ~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~ KISS THE COOK - Mr. Sweet
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2012 10:05 pm
Sethrian.Terkynna "Are you alright?" Sethrian asked, fumbling his way toward the others. The room was like a bloody refrigerator. He rubbed his hands together, trying to keep warm as he struggled to focus on them. Their heat signals were, at this point, far easier to detect. "I apologize. The cold...is making it difficult for me to see." He hated admitting to that weakness but after nearly kicking a bucket of, what he assumed was blood, onto his girlfriend, she probably needed an explanation. And Mr. Sweet. That...idiot. "Is this really necessary? This is a high school cooking class, not an advanced school on animal butchery. Thus far it seems less like you wish to teach us how to cook and more like you wish to demonstrate how eccentric you can be. This class," he said angrily, "is a disappointment. And as you've yet to demonstrate any real culinary skill, Mr. Sweet, so are you." He was honestly fed up. They had yet to learn anything at all. It was just one stupid assignment after another. And Mr. Sweet's macabre antics were wearing on his nerves. Especially this time around. He whirled around and stalked toward the door, going about three feet before he smacked face first into one of the carcasses. He shot a poisonous look over his shoulder and started to the door again, this time smacking into the table. Then stumbling over a chair, and another bucket. By the time he smacked face first into the door frame, Sethrian looked like he'd waded through a river of blood and he was about ready to punch someone. He finally made it into the hall and stood for a long moment just rubbing his arms, trying to warm himself up before he went any further.
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2012 10:37 pm
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2012 12:59 am
Rose Martin Cooking. A class that Rose really liked. She entered the classroom with a soft smile on her face, but that smile dissapeared fast. As she entered, there was a flying bucket of blood, and two students that had fell on the floor. Rose kinda frooze at the front of the classroom with mouth open.
"Uhh...." she said and just looked around the classroom.
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