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 Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2014 6:23 am
 Vivian Becket
Storm of Discord: King
Vivian and Lucy stood quietly for a bit before deciding to leave the cafeteria. Both walked out and then went in different directions.
(Both Exit)
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Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2014 10:04 pm
 ▷ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬Rihan Nura ▬▬▬🃏▬▬▬▬◁ Rhan appears in the empty cafeteria and walks over to the kitchen area and pulls out the brief case he was holding. As he opens it anyone present who see that it was entirely filled with cooking utensils. The upper compartment carries measuring spoons, spice jars, chopsticks and a peeler. There are four measuring spoons of varying sizes placed on the left, while the eight multicolored spice jars are aligned on the right, with the peeler directly below them. There are two pairs of chopsticks; one pair is simple and wooden while the other is longer and black in color. On the lower compartment, there is a spatula, chopping knife and dicing knife. No one had a problem with him cooking food after hours as long as he didn't burn anything. Rihan smiled to himself as he cooked, he had so many good memories associated with the activity. He chopped vegetables with smooth economic strokes, pausing every now and then to stir or add things to the pots and pans on the burner. In the kitchen, if nowhere else, things just seemed to come together under Rihan's hands. He'd long since learned to multitask cooking, knew when to start each dish, when they needed his utmost attention and when he could let them simmer away while his focus was on another pan. He knew exactly what was needed and when to have all the ingredients and dishes come together to become a meal even while he was also putting aside things that would become the next day's bentos with a minimum of further preparation. For as long as he could remember, Rihan had always loved to cook, he loved the smell of a kitchen, he loved the contact with the products, he loved to see how something so simple as the ingredients he used could transform into such beautiful things just by the magic of his own hands, and, more than anything else in the world, he loved to see the smile on other people's faces when they ate his cooking. Rihan realized that, more than cooking, what he liked was making people happy. To him, it was an invaluable gift, something precious, something he would never give up on. If he could make people happy just by cooking, just by doing something he liked, then so be it, he wouldn't deny a gift.
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Posted: Fri Sep 12, 2014 8:35 pm
 Olivier D'Ayon
Olivier wanders into the cafeteria, his expression somewhat blank, as if he weren't really thinking as he walks. He has a bag in hand, as if it were some sort of attachment that he had long forgotten about, simply there because it was. There seemed to be no importance to it, and yet, if one looked into the reason why he held it, they would likely be stunned by how... irrelevant it appeared, an appearance that completely opposed its true importance. But perhaps it was simply that Olivier's nature to be so lackadaisical about something so important.
He seems to sort of float into the room, then place the bag down, proving that he had known that it was there, before taking a random seat at the edge of the room, as far from the center as possible. His decision was made more, however, on the fact that it was closest to where he had walked in from. He opens the bag and takes out a slim metal container. He opens it carefully, then inspects the contents. A soft smile forms on his face before he tucks the object back inside, his fingers barely gazing over the case and material the whole time.
That done, he takes out a different container, this one larger, with edges that were capped with some sort of metal. He opens it and takes out the things inside as if it were some sort of ceremony, doing it all in a certain order. First came out the napkin, then the utensils, followed by the food, a sandwich, as well as a small container of soup and another container of finger-foods. He begins to eat quietly, with the air of someone doing something extremely important and venerable.
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2014 5:21 pm
 ☞ Life is a joke.
☛ So have a laugh, why don't ya ⋰ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋱ Jaune entered what seems to be a cafeteria, where people would socialize, eat, and all that jazz. His hands were stuck like glue inside his pockets, and most likely got a bit sweaty. The non-familar boy looked around the place, and pointed out it was just a regular looking cafeteria. Jaune didn't line up, or anything to get a meal to eat. He seemed to have been rustling with something in his pocket as he was walking around the cafeteria tables.
After scouting the are for a bit, Jaune then spotted a very odd one placing out a meal, as if this person was in some fancy restaurant. He immediately began to walk over to him, as if it was a magnet pulling him in. "Yo." He greeted the odd one, well a odd one to him, and had taken a seat across from him. "Nice meal, ya got." He complimented as he eyed the food, and boy, trying to indicate something. With a cough, he reached into his pocket to reveal a juice box. A juice box that some elementary kid would have in a brown bag.
Jaune placed the juice onto the table, and stared directly at the odd boy. With a suck on his teeth, he undid the straw for his juice, and plugged it inside. "So…what are we having?" He asked as he leaned closer to the boy, and began to eye the food. Jaune did indicate that he wanted some, but wasn't going to wait for a answer. "Soup, huh?" He pointed out as he began to reach forward with one hand, and use his other hand to guide the straw to his mouth. Jaune was willingly have himself eat this strangers meal.
⋱⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯⋰ ☛ Its Jaune, not John!
☞ Im not some simple guy, ya know! o.O.c:
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2014 5:42 pm
Olivier D'Ayon
Olivier looks up at the sound of a voice, placing his spoon down nearly on the lid. "Hello." He murmurs. "Thank you. I made it." He had a decent enough background in cooking, he believed. He notices the odd amount of attention his food was being given. Was it strange? But the stranger had complimented it... Then he sees the strange container that the other takes out. It appeared to contain a drink of some sort, and upon reading the label, it became clear that it was some sort of beverage.
Olivier looks at him with a near-blank expression. "Would you like to try some?" He inquires. He had plenty, and he had seen the hand creeping towards it as well. After some more thought, he adds, honestly and with a straight face, "If you'll give me that I'll give you half, and some of my tea as well." He wanted to try boxed juice. He had never had it before. He truly wanted to try it.
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2014 6:19 pm
☞ Life is a joke.
☛ So have a laugh, why don't ya ⋰ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋱
Jaune had already placed his hand around the container, by the time the boy had asked. "Don't mind if I do." He implied as he retracted the container toward him. Then Jaune had released his juice box from his mouth, and placed it down onto the table. Jaune was a bit excited to have some of the boy's soup. He doesn't get to have that much a luxury of a meal, ever so often. Or it was perhaps that he didn't even have a full meal ever in his life!
Jaune had raised the small soup container, and opened it right up. He leaned down, and took a sniff of what was inside. "Smells good." He commented with a smile of his face, and was about to drink the soup as if it were a water bottle. But his ears perked when the boy brought up a sort of trade. Jaune placed the soup back down, and raised his eyebrow at the odd boy. "What? This? " He asked as he raised his juice box, that was already half gone. Jaune was quite confused of the boy's trade, but heck, if it was going to give him a meal, why not. This boy could have all his juice boxes, if he wanted. If only Jaune really had that many juice boxes, as this seemed to be the last one in stock for him.
Shrugging off the boy's trade up, he gently pushed his juice carton toward odd one. "Have at it." He said to him, as he then began to drink the soup from the container. Jaune was easily gulping this down, but came to a stop, when he realized he couldn't just drink up the boy's soup. Satisifed with what he had gotten, he placed down the soup container, which was now almost empty. Thanks to Jaune's "helpful manner". Jaune then spotted the sandwich, and took the whole thing in his grasp. He immediately took a big bite onto the sandwich, and began to chew with his mouth open. "So…whats your name? You new here?" Jaune questioned the boy as he was enjoying the boy's sandwich. He also wanted to find out if the boy was new or not, considering that he, himself was very new to this school. And decided that he should at least try to make one real friend this time.
⋱⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯⋰ ☛ Its Jaune, not John!
☞ Im not some simple guy, ya know! o.O.c:
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2014 8:02 pm
Olivier D'Ayon
Olivier watches in silent amusement as the other reaches for and takes the soup container. He wasn't sure why the boy appeared to be so eager to have some, but he wasn't going to stop him. His eyes show the extent of his laughter, though nothing else, beyond the slightest, nearly insignificant curve of his lips, show that he was experiencing any emotion at all.
"Thank you." he says, watching him curiously. He really did want to try the juice- or whatever it was. A small part of him wondered if the contents were even edible, if it wasn't just a facade, but having seen the stranger drink from it meant that it was alright to consume. Probably. "Thank you." He says, accepting the box and sipping the drink through the straw. Immediately, a sweet flavor fills his mouth, and a bright smile flickers to life on his face, giving him the appearance of a happy young male instead of an expressionless statue. It was good. He really liked it. "I'm Olivier D'Ayon. And you are...?" It would be rude if he introduced himself without getting to know who the other was. He was slightly in awe of how quickly all the food had been eaten, but beyond that, he knew very little about this one. "I'm new. Just arrived today, actually."
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2014 8:55 pm
☞ Life is a joke.
☛ So have a laugh, why don't ya ⋰ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋱ Jaune raised his eyebrow at the boy, as the boy was sort of observing him. He instantly glared at the boy, as he wasn't sure if the boy was making fun of him. Then, suddenly, he heard his teeth clack together, and had realized he just eaten the boy's sandwich. "Sorry about that, kid." He mumbled as he readjust himself in his chair, and then abruptly coughed. Jaune felt that he was going back to him old self, and shook his head a little. "Sorry." He mumbled again, and began to wipe his face from any bread crumbs.
As he was cleaning his face, he looked around the cafeteria. It just seemed like any other high school to him. Not much of a big difference from any other. Jaune turned back to see the boy drinking the rest of his juice box. "Nice, huh? You owe me." He insisted as he was the one who ate most, if not all the boy's lunch. Jaune then rested his head on his hand, and began to slouch in the chair. "Oliver D'Ayon, huh? Okay name." He said as he was expecting something more like Cthulhu or something. Jaune didn't know what kinds of people go to this school, so his mind tends to wander.
There was a awkward pause, as Jaune didn't realized that he asked for his name as well. "Oh? The name is Wagner. Jaune Wagner." He introduced as he moved his hands around to act like he was some new car on a TV show. "And its JAUne. Not John." Jaune said with emphasis, as he gets easily annoyed by people calling him the casual name, 'John'. Jaune then, once again, reposition himself in his chair. So he was now leaning forward a bit toward Olivier. "Your new? Guess that will make both of us, Oliver." He mumbled as he already messed up his name. Jaune gave him a small smile, and began to look around the cafeteria. He just had to keep doing something, or else he would go crazy.
⋱⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯⋰ ☛ Its Jaune, not John!
☞ Im not some simple guy, ya know! o.O.c: sorry for another notification, I had to edit. x.x
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Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2014 10:31 am
Olivier D'Ayon
Olivier tilts his head slightly to the side. "Sorry for...?" He asks, before realizing why The boy would say that. He nods. "It's okay. I wasn't very hungry anyways." And it would appear that the other male needed, or wanted, the food more. He could always make more later, he supposed.
"I owe you?" He blinks, his smile disappearing once more into expressionlessness. "But I gave you my lunch." He points out. "In exchange for the juice." So he couldn't possibly owe him, unless this place had some strange custom that he did not know about. He wouldn't be surprised. He had figured out, on his way to the school, that his lifestyle from before was a bit strange to others. "Thank you for the compliment." Olivier adds, remembering to be polite, like his boss's sister had taught him when she had helped him prepare to leave, teaching him things he didn't know but might need to.
He waits for the other to speak, not really minding the silence, and nods once he finally gets a name. "It is nice to meet you, Jaune." He was confused about the hand motion, before making the connection to the motion of driving. Of course. He considers correcting the pronunciation of his name, but then decides against it. Olivier and Oliver weren't too different, so he decided he wouldn't mind the mistake. He takes out another container and takes out a macaroon. He offers it to Jaune. "Do you want it?" He asks, the second in his other hand and reserved for himself. He takes a bite out of his own as he offers the first to Jaune.
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Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2014 8:23 pm
☞ Life is a joke.
☛ So have a laugh, why don't ya ⋰ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋱ Jaune looked back at the odd boy that was named Olivier, and slightly nodded his head at him. "Really, eh? Well thanks then, OLIviER." Jaune said as he was trying to pronounce his name right, but could come off as if he was making fun of him. Jaune wasn't even doing it on purpose, it just seemed to be a trait that Jaune can't get rid of for some reason.
Just like before, Jaune repositioned himself so his hand was carrying the weight of his head again. He blinked a bit from Olivier's smile turning into a cold stare. Well it looked cold to him. "Eh? But that was my favorite juice, ya know." He argued as he looked away from Olivier. "And I don't have any money to get any more." He mumbled to himself as he was in fact, dead poor. Jaune came to this academy, completely empty handed. Tch…Some parents they are. Jaune thought to himself as he closed his eyes, and was now a bit irritated, due to memories. His ears flicked a bit, when he heard odd Olivier's thanks. "No prob, Oli." Jaune said as he was already in the works of giving him a nick name.
Jaune stood straight in his seat as he heard Olivier say his name right. He smiled a little at him, as he was pleased to hear Oliver pronouce his name right. If only Jaune would do the same for him, from now on. Jaune watched Olivier take out, yet another container. He raised his eyebrow at him as he offered him some strange food. "Sure." He said not very confidently, and took the strange thing in hand. Jaune raised it in front of his face, and squeezed it a bit. "What the hell is it?" He asked Olivier, before throwing the damn thing into his mouth, and began to chew on it. Not knowing what it is, he seemed to be enjoying it a bit. "You sure have quite a lot of food, Olivier. Your mom must of packed you with loads of food." He said jokingly and assumed that Olivier had a mother and father.
Wiping his hands together, and covering his mouth from a surprised burp, he began to figure out what was next for him. Now that he stole, or was donated some food, Jaune needed to figure out what other things was in store for him at this school. "So, Oli my boy, where you heading too next, hm?" He asked as he raised his eyebrows at Olivier. Jaune might as well have Olivier guide him around a bit, assuming Olivier knew the school from top to bottom.
⋱⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯⋰ ☛ Its Jaune, not John!
☞ Im not some simple guy, ya know! o.O.c:
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Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2014 8:45 pm
Olivier D'Ayon
Olivier nods. "You're welcome." He says, not taking offense at the way Jaune said his name. He didn't really mind, and this time, Jaune had mostly gotten it right, so he supposed it was better.
"I gave you my lunch." He says, frowning slightly. "If you want, I can make you some too." He finally offers. "But I want to know where I can get these boxes." So that he could get his own, because it really had been very good. He knew that 'Oli' referred to him, but he wasn't quite sure what to make of such a nickname. Then again, he supposed it an alright one, merely a variation of his actual name. Maybe he ought to give Jaune a nickname as well...
He pauses in his chewing, swallows, then replies, "It's a macaroon. A type of pastry. They come in lots of colors too, but I didn't want to bother, so they're just tan." He smiles to himself, the corners of his mouth lifting a bit, as he watches Jaune eat it. "I don't have a mother. I was an orphan." He says it so factually, it was as if he were talking about someone else. "I make everything I eat myself."
"'my boy'?" Olivier asks, not quite understanding why he would be anyone's 'boy'. But that wasn't actually that important anyways. Just another title. "I was just going to look around, maybe try to figure out where my dorm is, or if I need to get one." He replies.
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Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2014 6:19 pm
☞ Life is a joke.
☛ So have a laugh, why don't ya ⋰ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋱ Jaune flicked his head back at Olivier's response, as he took offense to that. Which was directed very wrong for Jaune. But shook it off easily, as Olivier proposed he would make a lunch for Jaune. He smiled a bit at this, as Jaune knew there wouldn't be one simple lunch.
He looked back at odd boy, Olivier, as he demanded to know where he could get Jaune's juice boxes. "Tch.." He smirked at a bit, and laid his hand out to him. Jaune then proceeded to point at his hand, as he was indicating that he wanted to be paid. Even though Olivier had already proposed to make Jaune some lunch.
Jaune, again, began to scout the area, as if he was paranoid about some stalker following him. It wasn't that all, he just needed to continue to do something. He can't stay still for a moment in his life! "Macaroni, whatever…" He mumbled as he sounded disinterested, when Jaune was the one who asked what it was. Jaune flicked his eyebrows up as Olivier announced that he didn't have a mother. "Oh…Then why didn't you say so?" Jaune asked as he was trying not to feel bad, and should be feeling guilty. He forgot that everyone doesn't have a mom, or a dad.
Jaune raised his eyebrow at Olivier, yet again. He believed that Olivier was making fun of how he talked. Before he could start to argue, he heard that Olivier was going to figure out where his dormitory was. Right, I gotta make sure that I ain't roomed with any jerks. Jaune thought to himself as he immediately stood up, and began to walk away from the table. But then Jaune then came to stop, and turned around, as he knew he forgot something. "Oi. What are you doing sitting around for? Lets go, Oli my boy!" Jaune complained as he trigged Olivier to go with him to the dorms, and began to walk toward the exit of the cafeteria.
[exit]
⋱⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯ ⋯⋰ ☛ Its Jaune, not John!
☞ Im not some simple guy, ya know! o.O.c:
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Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2014 5:16 pm
Olivier D'Ayon
Olivier looks at the hand, knowing the gesture from other dealings, of a different sort. Though he supposed that technically, they were the same, since it was all for information. Finally, after a long enough period of silence that most people would have become nervous, he speaks. "How much?" And then, "Do you prefer cash, credit, or check." He thinks a little more before finishing with, "And do not ask for too much." He supposed that paying for such information wouldn't be too bad, but as he was the only one benefiting, and not a larger group, it would be best to cut down on how much he spent on such a venture. Boss would be proud to see me think like this. He thinks.
"..." He looks at Jaune strangely, and though there was little change in his expression, it was clear to those who knew him well that he was amused. "It's not a macaroni." He says.
"Is not having a mother or father something important?" He asks. He had Boss, and all the other people. He even had sisters and brothers, though they weren't related by blood.
Olivier nods and stands, not saying anything more about being called 'my boy', and follows Jaune out.
[exit]
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