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Tweak says, "Somebody help me!"

virgil hawkins (static_shower) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2010-01-04 22:12:00

Who: Virgil and open
What: raiding the fridge.
When: Early evening
Where:the apartment complex
Warnings: TBA. but probably none.

Virgil was hungry. No. Virgil was ravenous. Accidental world traveling did that to a guy he supposed. He was staring at the refrigerator and hovering like a moth to a flame. He looked right. Then left. It wasn't dinner time, nobody else was in the kitchen. Would this get him in trouble? Was their a certain "meal time" etiquette he'd be breaking if he dove into everything? He decided it was worth the risk. He heard there was pizza. And where there was pizza there should always be a teenage boy at the end of it. He saw none so in this case he would gladly volunteer to be that boy. Finally deciding that he wasn't being watched or monitored with a careful look around at the room he yanked open the door and began hunting. It was an impressive hunt. Why did it always have to be a hunt to find the last piece? It was even worse than with Richie or Bart.

His stomach growled as he dug deeper into the food supply and tilted his head curiously. "this is whack. Where is it? I know it's here somewhere." He muttered to no one in particular and pushed things aside, rummaging. He was still pretty new to the complex so he didn't know all the rules, but hey he fought the demon thingys he figured pizza was a good payment plan. He'd accept that. Virgil pouted as he couldn't find it. Sitting back on his knees, he looked back at the table behind him. "...I think I'm almost hungry enough to eat Sharon's cooking. Nah.." He smirked at his own jab and sighed. The place was quiet, nothing like home. Sharon was always yelling at him, three Virgil's later he listened, Pops was on the phones talking about the center to some cooperation or another. Trying to keep the funding. He missed that. He even missed Richie, his best friend who was really more like a brother. Sure he had Bart who treated him like the little brother, but that didn't stop him from missing his blood family too. When things were to quiet he got to thinking of them. Virgil shook his head and stood, foodless and sulking. "No more pizza?"

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silentstar
2010-01-05 07:42 pm UTC (link)

So far as Star knew, the pizza hadn't happened yet, after all, she was bringing the tomatoes and pizza couldn't happen without tomatoes, at least as far as she knew.

She had quite a selection of other produce as well, as she backed into the kitchen, she liked working at a market, back home food hadn't just been scarce it had been nigh-on nonexistent, especially produce. She always got the urge to hoard it when she brought it in, but she knew it would spoil before she could eat it all, and if there was something else she'd learned growing up in a war zone it was to share what you had to keep everyone going.

She had an apple in her teeth, grocery bag in her arms, turning once she was in the kitchen and starting, not having expected to see anyone in the kitchen, she was startled enough that she almost dropped the bag, but held it steady a moment later, shaking her head and smiling in relief, giving Virgil a wave.

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static_shower
2010-01-06 08:38 am UTC (link)

Virgil wouldn't even have noticed the girl if he hadn't been watching the kitchen door with quite possibly the longest sulk in the history of sulks on his face. But he did, and he saw her almost drop the bag. With a small frown he moved forward to help, but it seemed she had it anyway. "Sorry." He didn't mean to scare her, or anyone but he waved back. Watching her curiously.

"Need a hand?" He said as he stood up from his childish pouting. He was being a bit of a brat and he knew it, but he couldn't help it. He was scared. He'd never admit it out loud but the idea of demons terrified him. Meta humans, super freaks, all fine and dandy but he understood those and what made most of them tick. It wasn't hellfire and whatever else. Demons were from the unknown, and naturally he was worried about it.

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silentstar
2010-01-06 08:47 am UTC (link)

She smiled at the offer, nodding once as she set the bag on the edge of the table, pointing to a mixing bowl on the counter near the sink, it was what she usually used as a fruit bowl, and she'd brought a lot of fruit back today, summer apples mostly, but also some peaches and a whole mess of strawberries.

Apple still in her teeth she took the tomatoes off the top of the bag, finding a post it so that she could write: 'for Elliot' on it, leaving it stuck to one of the tomatoes on the top shelf of the fridge.

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static_shower
2010-01-06 09:07 am UTC (link)

She hadn't said a word. But she obviously understood him. She was writing things down, and he had to wonder why. Why didn't she speak? But it was probably personal, so he didn't ask. He just gave her the help he offered and washed his hands off in the sink. "The guy with the pizza?" Features instantly brightening. Maybe he hadn't missed it at all. One of the worst things in teenage boyhood was missing pizza. So that it hadn't come yet meant there was still hope. "You got alot of stuff here. How about a fruit salad?"

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silentstar
2010-01-06 09:18 am UTC (link)

She tugged the magnetic whiteboard off of the refrigerator door, writing out: I usually just leave it out for whoever, but fruit salad sounds like a better idea. Her writing was a tidy block print, under this first line she added: I'm Star, are you new?.

She knew she didn't know everyone, but she was fairly sure she hadn't even seen him in passing before like she had with a few of the others.

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