Post by ch00beh on Dec 15, 2017 14:39:00 GMT -5
Franky shuffled forward, tray in hand, in the middle of the line of Terminer students getting lunch. On the other side of the counter, Vieve stood with her arms, dozens of shadowy tentacles reaching out of the ground around her. The tentacles each had a ladle or tongs or other serving instruments, and they simply plopped food onto plates whenever one of the students even made the slightest gesture with their plate. Franky made the mistake of stopping a moment too long in front of the macaroni salad and was served with a plop. Is that thing even sanitary?
The gaggle of four chatty students were behind Franky, yammering away. Carlos, Jay, Evelyn, Mel. That was their names. They were the one clear clique in this school so far, but Franky was sure others would form. They always did. And factions, that was where you made your friends.
Franky looked at the hotdog and mess of macaroni on his plate. He briefly froze time and turned around to see that Carlos had also been on the receiving end of an entirely too large pile of mashed potatoes. He seemed to be actively eating it though, his mouth hanging open both to eat and to say something that was most likely incredibly dumb to jay. Franky turned to face forward, staring at the back of Alma's head. A thought occurred to Franky. What about a little... acceleration?
The boy stopped time again to take stock of the situation. Yeah. This might work. He'd set the clique up against the rest of the students, and see where lines got drawn. Maybe nothing would come of it, but at least it would be some harmless fun. After all, it would only be some light beef he'd start. Franky chuckled to himself. Great joke.
Franky took Carlos' shoelaces and tied them together. He was extremely careful to touch the laces and only the laces; he knew if he got a more solid grasp on the other boy, he might end up unfreezing time for him, which would be bad for this little prank. After he was done, Franky got back to his spot in line but stood a step to his left before unfreezing.
The scene played out how he wanted it to go just about perfectly. Carlos took a step forward and stumbled, his plate of potatoes flying into the air. Prepared, Franky stepped to the side while feigning surprise, and the potatoes—plus the plate—landed squarely on Almudena's back, and some bits even flung a bit farther forward. Franky quickly paused time to untie Carlos' shoes. Before unpausing, he threw his hands in the air.
"Oi," Alma said as she reached behind herself, smacking the bits of mash that clung to her uniform. "No otra vez..." she mumbled as she slowly turned around. As soon as she saw Carlos and the gaggle, her eyes narrowed. "You again?"
The girl dropped her own tray, fruit salad splashing all over Franky's shoes, so she could grab an orange from a nearby basket. She tossed it up in her hand a few times. "No more playing nice, this time!"
Alma's force punch created a shotgun spray of fresh orange juice, blasting pretty much everyone in line, Franky included. The boy licked the citrus from his lips. This is going to be juicy.
The gaggle of four chatty students were behind Franky, yammering away. Carlos, Jay, Evelyn, Mel. That was their names. They were the one clear clique in this school so far, but Franky was sure others would form. They always did. And factions, that was where you made your friends.
Franky looked at the hotdog and mess of macaroni on his plate. He briefly froze time and turned around to see that Carlos had also been on the receiving end of an entirely too large pile of mashed potatoes. He seemed to be actively eating it though, his mouth hanging open both to eat and to say something that was most likely incredibly dumb to jay. Franky turned to face forward, staring at the back of Alma's head. A thought occurred to Franky. What about a little... acceleration?
The boy stopped time again to take stock of the situation. Yeah. This might work. He'd set the clique up against the rest of the students, and see where lines got drawn. Maybe nothing would come of it, but at least it would be some harmless fun. After all, it would only be some light beef he'd start. Franky chuckled to himself. Great joke.
Franky took Carlos' shoelaces and tied them together. He was extremely careful to touch the laces and only the laces; he knew if he got a more solid grasp on the other boy, he might end up unfreezing time for him, which would be bad for this little prank. After he was done, Franky got back to his spot in line but stood a step to his left before unfreezing.
The scene played out how he wanted it to go just about perfectly. Carlos took a step forward and stumbled, his plate of potatoes flying into the air. Prepared, Franky stepped to the side while feigning surprise, and the potatoes—plus the plate—landed squarely on Almudena's back, and some bits even flung a bit farther forward. Franky quickly paused time to untie Carlos' shoes. Before unpausing, he threw his hands in the air.
"Oi," Alma said as she reached behind herself, smacking the bits of mash that clung to her uniform. "No otra vez..." she mumbled as she slowly turned around. As soon as she saw Carlos and the gaggle, her eyes narrowed. "You again?"
The girl dropped her own tray, fruit salad splashing all over Franky's shoes, so she could grab an orange from a nearby basket. She tossed it up in her hand a few times. "No more playing nice, this time!"
Alma's force punch created a shotgun spray of fresh orange juice, blasting pretty much everyone in line, Franky included. The boy licked the citrus from his lips. This is going to be juicy.