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 Posted: Fri May 20, 2011 12:24 am
Username: LordPocky
Wanted: Pirate
Name: Edward English
Alias: Captain Walker D. Plank
Strengths: Laid back, cheerful, pleasant
Weaknesses: Lazy, procrastinator
Username: PuddleInk
Wanted: Ninja
Name: Jasper Hoshino
Alias: Gale-Walker
Strengths: Disicplined, Patiencent, Observant, Athletic
Weaknesses: Unimaginitive, Easily Startled, Monologues
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Posted: Fri May 20, 2011 12:26 am
There was something about him Edward had never liked. Maybe it was simply a clash of personalities, maybe it was the lack of similar interests...maybe it was something else entirely. He did know, however, that the moment the teacher announced the two would be cooking partners his stomach reeled. Shiiiit. What was better than being stuck in most of the same classes with someone you didn't like? Being stuck in the same partnership with that person. Honestly he'd only joined the class because it was a female dominated course....he hated cooking and was quite frankly terrible at it. He had the knife skills of a drunken sailor and tended to watch something while it cooked....and then watched it burn.
He glanced at the other and forced a cocky half-grin across the room to him. Impressive.....all the chicks in class and he gets stuck with a dude.....his hopes of passing were decreasing fast....maybe the other was better at cooking than he was. Asians were supposed to be good cooks, right? Except....wasn't all their food like...raw? Great.....even better.
Edward took his seat next to his partner while the rest of the class shuffled around to get with their partners. He again grinned before speaking, "Heh, hope you're better 'n I am at this," he laughed a little. It wasn't unknown about his lack of skill, he'd started fires only a couple times though....and the second one wasn't that bad even! Sure he lit the cloth on fire, but he tossed it in the sink and drenched it almost immidiately. No big deal...his teacher made way too much of a fuss out of it.
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Posted: Fri May 20, 2011 1:29 am
Anger was boiling in the quiet asian. Patiently he sat doing his very best to ignore the desire to speak out against the will of the teacher to partner him with someone that burned a towel. How did they burn a towel? Jasper didn't know. He didn't care. That fool probably couldn't microwave leftovers properly!
Beneath the table he sat at, his middle finger's nail was digging into his thumb as he did his best to regain control, regain the patience. This rasta man probably only knew how to bake those happy brownies, or fry everything in fat! Ugh... What a disaster.
Quirking an eyebrow, Jasper just sighed heavily, "You've got to be kidding me. I burn salad. " He was speaking the truth. Just because he followed directions, EXACTLY didn't mean he was good at this. His good marks were all flukes if you asked Jasper. "And you are a walking fire hazard. We're screwed. " Somehow he found this hilarious and started laughing. And suddenly the world was a better place.
"Say. Why not wiggle those pretty little locks at that girl yonder when the teach ain't looking and get her to help us, huh? She's been staring at you this entire time. Y'know..the one with the blush and the annoying giggle? " He was trying to help, but he couldn't help but just find this ironicly funny. "Look...er... whatever-your-name-is, I know you don't like me. You don't have to be so forcibly friendly. Its not like this partnership is forever. " Grinning widely, Jasper leaned on his hands that he had moved from beneath the table. He just chilled there grinning. Gosh...smiling hurt his face.
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Posted: Fri May 20, 2011 2:08 am
(Omigawd....are they going off on a racist contest here? xD!! *ready to get brick'd*)
"Dude, don't be hatin' just cuz the ladies know what to look for," he replied, smirking as he reclined in his seat. Ah-hah. Upper hand was his. His irritation managed to simply wash away. "Y'know, you can stop smiling too at any time...I mean, at least I smile often enough that it doesn't look like someone is stabbing me in the leg when I'm doing it," he said, donning a casual tone.
His eyes lazily rolled to the ceiling, contently staring upwards....it certainly didn't help the assumptions that he smoked the wacky tabbacky. "Whatev," he said, shrugging a little. "Anyway, it's English, you really should pay better attention to the names of hotties in class," he said simply. He went by his last name out of reflex. He thought Ed was way too boring....plus it sounded kind of cool. And the hotties part added....well, any thin cutesy looking Asian was gay, right? His sis had enough of those books that he could tell. He was one of those whatddyacall'em....bah, like he could remember. The guy that played the chick-role. Yep, Ed could tell, he was shorter than Edward and that was like, the rule of something.
The fire hazard remark was a little harsh.....after all, he only burned some things...and the cloth was completely accidental. He was grabbing something out of the oven and the cloth just happened to touch the burner that he'd forgotten to turn off.
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Posted: Fri May 20, 2011 2:35 am
(( XD Why not, right? They're in highschool. -gets the brick throwing machine ready- ))
" . . . Touche`. " Jasper hadn't anything to say back to the sure-footed rasta man. Well, he did, but he knew better than to mention that the fantastic dreadlocks of his looked like they were made by ship rats. But the smile was gladly dropped with a few jaw motions to ease the sore muscles. "What's with the Rastafarian look anyways?"
He snickered with a smirk on his face. That came much easier than a full blown smile. "Oh I do. I just don't see it useful to say names when attributes are far easier to describe, like Rasta-man and Bubbling Pink thing of Doom. " It was in reference to the annoying girl that always dressed in pink and seemed to have an obsceen amount of energy all the time. Jasper attributed it to the cute to brain ratio figure he worked out some time ago on paper that he lost... But that wasn't important right now. = Jasper raised an eyebrow, "So...name one. These 'hotties' your talking about. Certainly there is one amongst the herd that tickles your fancy. "
Jasper was midly impressed the annoying Rasta boy could do decent banter. Mildly... Brains weren't strong with this one. But of course, he was willing to dismiss the absent minded fool around fire for now... Maybe he was better with chopping the veggies for this weeks lesson...whatev' that was.
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Posted: Fri May 20, 2011 2:51 am
"What's with the emo look?" He replied, adjusting his red, green, and yellow headband as if to quietly say 'SHOW SOME ******** COLOURS!'. Honestly he couldn't help but be mildly surprised. Didn't gay dudes like...love rainbows and s**t?
"So should I just start callin you Emo?" he asked in a mildly sarcastic tone, a smirk pulling at his lips. "And come on. The hottest one is sittin right next to you....but otherwise..." he paused to look around the room. "Jessica, Ashleigh, Jan, Eve, Mina, Kris...." he said, nodding to each in turn. Sadly there weren't enough cuties with glasses...he liked 'em with glasses...way cute. Only problem was most girls thought they looked geeky or uncool or whatever....such a bummer. "Not up to my tastes, but I've actually talked to a couple classmates.....unlike you apparently. Awe....do you eat lunch alone?" he asked, pursing his lips.
An emo f** that ate lunch alone.....the thought made it impossible to wipe the smirk from his face. But maybe if the Asian p***k wasn't such a stick-up-the-a** creep Ed might've been more willing to lay off. Not that he wanted to lay on him, not his type. Wait.....not that he was into dudes, ah, that was the one. "You should try talkin' to 'em. They're pretty nice."
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Posted: Fri May 20, 2011 3:10 am
Jasper was surprised at the outburst. He tilted his head to the side, then to the other side, then brought his hands up and showed off the blue beads strung in his hair. "Gasp. Color. I'm going to go off into a corner and slit my wrists cause I'm so Emo. " He managed to keep a straight face and monotone .
"Jasper would work. But, I can live with Emo if that's what you'll remember, Rasta-Man English. " Hell, he couldn't take it much more and started to laugh. Damn, this Rasta-Man was amusing as hell! Though he was picking up hints that this one might be a little swingy as far as doors went. Just his luck! Ugh... Why couldn't he meet guys that didn't make unintentional passes at him? As names were called, Jasper eyed the particular girls. Not bad taste...though... "I see. And I'll add you to that list since you already voted yourself female. "
Jasper sighed heavily and shrugged his shoulders, "I talk. When I need to. Like now. And of course I don't. I sit with the other Emo's and complain about how tough life is and how cruel everything is and how no one likes me and plot how to kill myself with razors and ropes. " He frowned and shook his head again, That smirk was getting annoying. So, being the Asian that he was who had indeed trained in the stereotypical asian martial arts, Jasper reached over and gave the annoying one a smart flick on the neck. "Quit that smirkin'. You look like you're plotting to get high behind the garbage bins with the other druggies."
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Posted: Fri May 20, 2011 4:05 pm
"Dude, never said nothin bout the hotty needing to be male or female...and I just know I'm a slammin hotty, why try to deny it," he said, shrugging.He noticed a taller girl, Eve, looking his way and he gave a wink and nod, noticing her flush and giggle nervously. He laughed a little as well. Okay, so maybe the usually stone-faced Asian wasn't quite as irritaiting as he'd been led to believe. But honestly....they'd been in classes for a while....why was it that it took so long for them to talk....or for that matter, for Edward to see him crack a smile?
He laughed again and looked back to the ceiling. "If you can remember my name, what's with the 'Rasta-Man'?" he asked.
He stuck out his tongue after a moment, somewhat mockingly. "High as a ******** kite man," he replied. It was obvious though that he truthfully wasn't into that s**t. He never had any cigs on him, or a lighter, and his clothing didn't smell of it....hell there was nothing to support that he DID smoke the wacky tobaccy other than rumors. Not that Edward cared too much. His friends would kick the asses of anyone they caught saying that s**t, but no one was stupid enough to say it to his face.
When the teacher ushered them to their stoves he stood up and walked over to it. Muffins.....why muffins? They were excessively girly! Plus he liked cupcakes better...
(....the emo Asian and the black pot head......*is prepared to get trolled SO hard* >>;;;;;;; xD)
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2011 12:02 am
"True... I'd call it 'Narcissism', but you've clearly develped a healthy respect for beauty... At least you acknowledge that other people could dare compare to such...er... whatever your definition of 'slamming hotty' is. " The fit of girl giggles was met with a sigh and the roll of the eye. Honestly! Utter player! Vain! . . . Sense of humor was good though so Jasper could deal...for now...ugh what a talker!
He snickered, "Helps me remember names. And really...who'd want to be called a boring language all the time? Seems rather...boring and you really don't seem the type that'd want to be called boring or Brittish. " Jasper nodded to himself... that wasn't a creative reason, but hell, it at least was a plausible one. Man he sucked at making stuff up as he went along thing.
An eyebrow rose at the mention of kites and height. The 'Gay Asian Emo' snickered, " Nice. Must be some damn good stuff then. " Truthfully, the guy didn't seem like the type to do that silly and unhealthy habit of smoking, let alone the disgusting smelly stuff. Another comment was gonna be made when assignments were told.
Muffins? Really? At least they weren't cupcakes. Those would have been outright too effeminate. At least they had the option of making savory muffins instead of the fruit filled kind. Grabbing the recipe presented, Jasper followed his Rasta-Man partner and handed the paper to him. "Dry into liquid. Got it? And don't touch the oven. Its not that I don't trust you, I have perfect faith you won't screw this up; just as long as you don't give the oven a reason to hate you ~ heart " he managed to make it sound so sweet... Even the infliction of his voice was a bit too swingy. Holy cow, the Asian had a sense of humor. And he acted too, but that's another chapter of how to bother the amusing English.
(( Oh don't worry. I've got the ROFLCOPTER ready with the FLAMINGSAGE missiles locked and loaded... We can take them. cool ...maybe. >.>;; ))
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2011 7:33 pm
Oh ho....no interest in females....agrees that Edward was sexy....yup, gay. Not that there was anything wrong with that. He would still be friendly, just so long as the other didn't get the wrong idea, Edward didn't like leading anyone on.
"Hey, English is better than Edward," he said, sticking out his tongue unhappily. He much preferred his last name, plus he'd had several classes with at least three other Edwards, thus he wound up just going by his last name to make things simpler. Frankly he thought it sounded kind of cool any way. He did wish he held up to the last name though and had a British accent....accents were hot. Especially on cute girls that were shy about it. But he shrugged finally. "s**t man, I'm not really the type to care that much. You give me way too much credit," he laughed.
"Oh come on, the last fire wasn't even that bad," he said, perhaps sulking just a little. Working with the oven was less girly than the measuring s**t....measuring was more detail-oriented, girls were better at that. "Besides, thought you weren't any better," he added, shoving Jasper a little with his shoulder. He smirked at that and began pulling out measuring cups and ingredients.
(Ohhhhh, so now Edward belongs to Jasper? B3 mrawr~ *puts a collar on Edward for convenience-sake* o uo)
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Posted: Tue May 24, 2011 4:28 pm
"I see. You're right. Too many Edwards about anyways. " The tongue was unessecary and Jasper shrugged it off. "Sounds better than Edward anyways. Though it makes you sound kinda wishy-washy if you ask me. Better than being asked ' Oy! Jasper, where's Horus! Are you gonna steal the puppies for Cruellla and make a puppy coat?" It was standard male machoism to one-up the other in bad names. Then again, his was more from being teased as a kid about his name than getting confused over which Ed was which. With a quirk of a brow and a smirk, Jasper shrugged, and laughed. " You wouldn't have pointed out that you prefer to be called English over Edward. Obviously you care enough. It's not my place to judge. "
The Asian grumbled , "Baking is different than cooking. Its Alchemy opposed to throwing whatever looks good in a pot of boiling water. " The shove didn't do much, just shift Jasper a couple inches the direction he was shoved it. But that was enough for him to let out a small yelp, grab ...a potholder and raise the object above his head ready to attack whatever had just shoved him. Oh. It was just English. Threat: Harmless. The potholder was placed back down like nothing happened.
"And muffins are gay. I'd rather like, make something else. Something that isn't ... ugh. muffins. " And apparently someone forgot to turn their oven on to the proper temp. "A roast would be awesome. Maybe BBQ. But noooo Fire hazard. Hrmph... " The bowls, mixer and Eggs were grabbed with little thought. So was the supplements.... or well...not yet. "What type of muffins do you think you can stomach or gift away to the girls? "
Jasper had already pulled out some ham, a wedge of cheddar, and chives. Oh and an orange for the rind. What? Jasper can cook. He just really doesn't like doing it. He hates getting startled and everyone in his family likes to sneak up on him and startle him when he's cooking. There was this one time when he was mixing a salad.... Lets just say that Jasper doesn't go near the kitchen anymore when at home when anyone is around. Ever.
But enough of that. Jasper, after a moment's thought decided to make the choice simpler for the ... Rasta-Man. The fridge was closed and milk and butter was grabbed. Needed those. "So... English Rasta-man.... can you really not cook? " No teasing at all was meant when Jasper spoke this time. He was curious and mildly concerned. What person couldn't cook? Hell! By now he pretty much had to fend for himself ( within reason for the whole easily startled thing.)
(( Oh-ho-ho~ Is that an offer? I'm sorely tempted to accept. ninja ))
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Posted: Sat May 28, 2011 5:12 am
He laughed a little at Jasper. He honestly wouldn't have thought of that one....it was kinda funny though. "You can call me whatever you want, I just respond best to English. I'll even respond to Shnookums just for you," he added, giving Jasper's cheek a rather mocking pinch. Yes, he was a man very secure in his sexuality. He even had a couple friends that called him whatever silly nicknames they could think up, so long as he knew they were talking to him he would respond.
"Hey, could be worse. Could be cookies with rainbow icing." However, the idea of a BBQ did sound good....plus BBQ just screamed manly! But...that was more fire...which meant more likely for him to set something else on fire. Honestly he wasn't allowed anywhere near the kitchen at home...his sisters were less than impressed by his lack of skills. "Iunno...isn't like, blueberry the traditional?" he asked, dumping everything for the batter into the mixer and turning it on. Edward jumped in surprise when the mixer replied appropriately; sending flour out in every direction.....but mostly straight into his face.
Quickly he shut it off and coughed out some of the flour that had been eager to fly into his mouth. "Er.." he coughed again. "It's not that I can't....absolutely can't cook...." he said a little awkwardly. Actually no; that was it exactly. He had less than no skills whatsoever. "Kay....usually my mom and sisters handle the cooking..." Honestly everyone in his family could cook...it was just him. Maybe he got his lack of skills from his father's side, but no one knew anything about them. "I mean c'mon, it's not like I'm the only one that can't..." He DID try.....it was just.....he didn't get why the flour wouldn't stay in the mixing bowl if you put it all in at once, didn't get why you couldn't mix biscuits by hand, didn't get why things wouldn't simply cook faster if the heat was turned up. In his mind it made no sense.
Edward glowered at the mixer rather accusingly, flushing just a little. Why was it that it just wouldn't do as he told it to?
(Rawr, ditto here B3
Edwards: lol...waitwut?)
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2011 4:39 pm
"Snookiums? Okay, Muppet boy." Jasper snickered, though winced as his cheek was pinched. For a straight guy, this English bloke was sure borderline. Or really secure. Thankfully, the asian hadn't bothered to pick up the knife to chop up the ham and onions yet. That would have been a bloody mess, not to mention an embarrassing trip to the hospital.
The mention of cookies with delicious frosting was noted. Rainbow, unfortunately, would be dealt with. " Mix them together and you get gray. Rainbow cookies can be dealt with effectively. " he nodded, beginning the chopping of the ham and chives. And he had fingers afterwards too. Oh happy day! With a few blinks and a shrug, he had to concede that berry muffins were traditional. They were also either too sweet or too tart. He probably should have been paying attention to what 'Snookums' was doing.
He opened his mouth to answer the question about the tradition of blueberry muffins, " Yes... but I don't Li---- ! " The wave of flour seemed to coat everything in the kitchen. Jasper just stood there with half his face covered in the flour/milk substance coming to grip with his early paper-mached state. He spat out the flour that got into his mouth and counted to three mentally. He heard laughter from other stations and even the instructors barking and roaring laughter. Well that just wasn't very nice! Not everyone could work a mixer... or knew what to do with one. Sympathetically ( and a few barking coughs to get the flour that lodged in his nose out), Jasper slid the 'aggressive' mixer away from English. " I see why they don't let you cook. Here...."
Quickly and oddly calm for just getting partially battered, Jasper grabbed a kitchen cloth, ran it under the warm tap for a few seconds, wrung it out before pretty much deciding that English will not cook. " Sit, and stay still. " It was motioned to the nearby table. It was up to English if he sat on the table or in a chair, but he had no choice in the matter of flour removal. Jasper pretty much attacked him with the wet towel to remove the nasty icky flour bits from the other's face.
Man-handling even at times since there was bound to be a struggle. "Hold still. " Jasper couldn't help but start to laugh. " You really are a menace in the kitchen! Why on earth are you taking this class? " The flushed face was a curious thing... He supposed that it was only natural after something blew up in ones face. "Cheer up. I'll buy you that rainbow cookie after school to cheer you up, shnookums" With a wink and a little hair ruffling, " And a balloon too. "
( Jasper: -likes this idea a lot- )
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2011 11:56 pm
Edward joined in the laughed, a little sheepishly and embarrassed. So much for entering the class partly to actually learn to cook. It seemed like every person he worked with would rather keep him out of the kitchen than actually help him learn. But he wasn't thin-skinned, he could just laugh it off with only a small blush. It wasn't terribly noticeable under his dark complexion any way.
"You're kind of like a mother hen, huh?" he asked, laughing again. He meant nothing mean by it, he just thought it a little amusing. Jasper certainly didn't look the type to like to mother others. But Edward didn't seem to mind terrible, instead just let Jasper clean him up. Honestly it wasn't the first time someone wanted to look after him, his sisters frequently babied him (Possibly because he was the youngest), as well as whomever he partnered with in cooking classes. Perhaps he had some quality about him that made others want to take care of him. Well, whatever it was....it certainly was a little funny to see the sarcastic Asian taking up the task....hell he could practically feel a couple of the girls that were interested in him glaring daggers at poor Jasper...heh, then again the emo may not have cared about them.
He did look a little downtrodden that he wasn't allowed to try again but just kicked the look aside to replace it with a small smile. He could just sit and watch....even if it made him feel rather guilty about not helping. If Jasper needed his help he'd probably say something.
"Heh, well my sisters say I'm not allowed in the kitchen at home so I don't really have anywhere else to practice or learn," he said, grinning slightly. "Mom and them usually do all the cooking and if I offer to help they just kick me out or I guess try to make me feel better by asking me to buy groceries," he laughed. He could tell when someone was trying to make him feel useful, it didn't really bother him though.
(Edward: ......*not entirely sold on this idea if only because of how Pocky is portraying him* ._.;;;;;
Shhh sweety, uke doesn't get a say o uo Plus come on, Stephy is a seme and he couldn't be cutesier.....we don't need to play by the typical role-appearance looks = u=)
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2011 12:30 pm
The mother hen comment was ignored. Yes, Jasper could be kind. Just as kind as any other person who was sympathetic to folks that were disasters. But he wasn't going to be all bent out of shape over it. Instead he grinned and clucked flapping his elbows like wings. " The place could use a mess. Its a kitchen. Can't trust clean kitchens. " The wet cloth he had used to clean English off was tossed into the sink but not after some failed, half hearted attempt at getting the flour off of his own face and clothes. The dagger glares were ignored simply because he wasn't aware there were freak fan-girls around to glare at him.
Without really thinking, and listening, Jasper pulled down large mixing bowl and grabbed a wooden spoon, the later was held out for the other to take. Maybe power tools would be a bad idea until this one learned the basics. It'd take longer, but thank god this was his last class of the day. " Well, with so many siblings, one of them wasn't gonna get taught how to cook. And you've got a good idea how to go about it... No more electrical appliances to you until you learn the basics."
The dry ingredients were measured and poured into the mixing bowl. The bowl was sat next to Rasta-Man. The asian pointed to the bowl, " You stir, you learn. And if Kelly keeps glaring at me so help me I'm gonna throw this spatula and hit her square on the forehead! " His voice raised just enough to be overheard by the others in the room. A yelp from one of the other stations meant his threat had been heard, the giggles following probably meant the girl was bright red at being called out. Meh... not worth the effort anyways. He cleared his throat and grinned at English, " Shopping? Eh... I always screw up that part. "
Ah. Right. Directions. " Wet into dry, okay? So stir slowly while I add the milk and sugar. " The partially flour coated savories would be added later. And the oven was on, right? Right. Of course it was. It totally was. Though the tin hadn't been.... Bah!
" My father taught me how to cook years ago. Used to go fishing all the time with him and my mother. We'd catch all sorts of things in the rivers and cook them up right there. Course, with everything, we can't fish anymore. Not enough time. The weekends I have free, my parents don't and the weekdays just never work out. Archery, Gym, Gaming... And the cooking when I come home so... "
He really had no idea where he was going with that statement. It just kinda came out. Probably meant to distract English from thinking too damn much about what he was doing. Yeah, that was it. " I could teach you some basics. Only if you promise not to blow up my father's kitchen. "
( Jasper: ?! -clings to Edward....grrs pathetically at Pocky- >: C mine )
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