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Post by Beast Boy on Apr 10, 2011 13:36:11 GMT -5
The so-called ‘food’ the thing dubbed a ‘cafeteria’ in school sold was pure trash. There was nothing else to it. Not only did it look, taste and smell disgusting, there weren’t many choices for the vegan boy. In fact, while there were a couple of meat or vegetarian choices, there really was only one vegan dish: the salad. Though it wasn’t exactly filling, Beast Boy had originally assumed that it would at least taste ok. After all, how can anyone go wrong with a salad? Apparently, the cafeteria can. He didn’t know what they did, but the salad was goddamn awful. It just was. So to clarify, he was forced to eat a mere bowl of nauseating salad for lunch every single school day, despite his school and hero life draining a great deal of energy. Do you know how hungry a superhero attending school gets? A hell of a lot, let me tell you. Oh and have I mentioned that the place sold no tofu? It was just another thing he didn’t like about school. Stupid, pointless, tofu-less school.
Of course, the cafeteria place had forgotten one thing: Beast Boy’s creativity. If anything, the green changeling was creative. He wasn’t the type to moan about, hating life. He was the type to think of a quick solution [key word being ‘quick’ here] to his problems and, if failed, ignore them. Currently, however, he had one of his “bright” [notice the sarcasm] ideas. What would that be, you ask? Simple. He couldn’t believe that nobody had thought of this before. He was under the belief that these school kids were fairly smart—or some of them, anyways. He was going to cook a couple of delicious [and vegan] dishes, smuggle them to the school, and eat some while selling the rest. Think of the profit he could be attaining! The students already pay good money for the shit the cafeteria provides because it’s the only thing they can eat. So when they suddenly get another option—and a vegan one with tofu, at that—they’ll be lining-up to pay to him. He could even charge more! How cool would that be?
The thing was that money was never something Beast Boy really had. The only exception was when he got a job, which he really rather not recall. Yet, it was something he always wanted. Why? Simple. It meant independence. It meant being able to buy whatever he wanted with his own money. There was something uplifting about that—especially to a boy who’s been forever treated like a young kid, always dependent on his friends and family. So he was off cooking as soon as the idea had hit him. Well, not that immediately, actually. He couldn’t risk his friends finding out. Either they would want a snippet of his profits or ramble on about how it was breaking the school rules and [even worse] try to stop him. It was breaking the rules, right? Beast Boy couldn’t be sure seeing as it wasn’t written anywhere [not that he would read it if it was], but it made sense. How else did the cafeteria expect to remain open?
Therefore, he’d waited for the right moment to secretly cook the food [aka when the Titans all left the tower]. They should have probably suspected something when, for once, the green boy refused to come with. It was extremely out of character for him and, if he’d thought this over, he might have realized that, but that was out of character for him too. At any case, as soon as they were gone, he was off, cooking the tofu as quickly as possible so he’ll be finished before they arrived. You know something else that he hadn’t fully thought of? Where he was going to keep the food and the mess that was to follow his cooking. Sure enough, however, after the first hour, the kitchen was almost as disgusting as his room and smelled as bad too.
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Post by robin on Apr 10, 2011 15:00:27 GMT -5
Robin had been thinking that today he would buy a few new things, since things with Star had been going so well and with them at school now it was pretty clear that his wardrobe needed expanding. The idea had been toyed with for a few days now and had even been discussed with Alfred once over the phone to get some ideas.
Where Dick would be without the guidance of Alfred was beyond him, the man was like that grandfather figure that you turn to for the simple things in life and the difficult though having to hear the old gentleman say how pleased he was that Master Dick had found himself a lady friend a few times over the course of the conversation was starting to get a little grating. Though it was probably just due to the fact that the old man didn't see it happening. Alfred had high hopes that Bruce would find someone so perhaps he was shifting that onto Dick now since it was more likely.
With everyone having their own things to do Robin had decided that he would take the opportunity to drive into the city and pick up some things. Could be nice and a nice surprise for Starfire later on and a good exercise for himself in being normal. So with his helmet in hand he had made his way down to the garage, even did the safety checks on the bike and sat on it, helmet placed on his head when something sparked in his head.
Raven had things to do, Starfire had things to do and Cyborg was going to meet his girlfriend at the arcade but Beast Boy had nothing except play games. Cy had even asked the green teen if he had wanted to tag along as some of the kids under Sarah's care would be there too and they did enjoy seeing BB. Yet Garth had refused. Refused to spend time with some kids who adored him and mess about in the arcade. That wasn't right, Beast Boy didn't do that.
So off came the helmet and put on the seat he had now vacated. Robin began the trek back up to the main room. If Garth was going through another monster phase Robin was going to go mental, after the last time you'd think BB would say something. As the boy wonder approached the main room the smell hit him and almost made him turn back. If Garth had......no he was sure that the green shape shifter wouldn't use the meeting room as a toilet. Was he building some sort of stink bomb?
Entering the room Robin was sure that his eyes had started watering, perhaps whatever the green kid was up to could be used as a replacement for tear gas. Standing not far from Beast Boy now, but behind him as the mad genius did whatever it was. Robin crossed his arms over and waited for Beast Boy to notice him. That at least gave himself time to ponder just what he was going to say and how the hell they would get that smell out the building.
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Post by Beast Boy on Apr 10, 2011 16:59:11 GMT -5
The smell, surprisingly enough, had barely affected Beast Boy. He was used to bad smells, forced to sleep in his room every night and all. Plus, he was too busy concentrating on his cooking to really notice. Preheat the oven, drain the noodles—the instructions played in his head and his body obeyed them. Eventually, however, he lost his concentration. Although he was still subconsciously moving about and cooking, his mind was somewhere else. After all, there was a limited amount of time a kid like him could concentrate on a task. In any case, at the current time, he was busy thinking about what he would do once he turned rich. What would he buy with all that money? Perhaps an even cooler ride than Cyborg’s? That’ll show him and his “no you can’t drive my car”. Girls liked money, right? Haha he should have done something like this long ago.
While whistling, Beast Boy turned to grab the spatula behind him and—well—that was when he noticed Robin. Just sanding there. With his arms crossed over his chest. Robin. Robin. Robin? Shit. “AHH!” his whistling stopped and, instead, a high-pitched screech filled the room. His mouth was agape; eyebrows arched high above his abnormally round and small eyes. This was so not good. He saw his dreams of a rich Beast Boy—with the hot girls, rides and overall awesomemegafoxyhot stuff—whisk away. Awww…this was so unfair! Robin was going to ruin it all, he was sure. He was going to be his typical serious self and scorn him—or, even worse, force him to clean the kitchen. A shiver almost ran down his spine at that thought. He didn’t mind making the mess, but cleaning it up? Hell no. Why do you think his room is so messy? He hadn’t cleaned it. Ever.
His mouth closed and eyebrows turned back to normal. “Uh…aren’t you supposed to be—I donno—somewhere else?” You know, somewhere—ANYWHERE—besides the kitchen at the current time. In fact, hadn’t he left pretty recently? That shouldn’t have been enough time for him to do—whatever it was that he wanted to do. In fact, he barely had time to leave the house. He must have changed his mind about leaving. Figures. Still, maybe there was hope left? Yeah! Beast Boy just had to play it cool and act innocent. How hard could it be?
[ooc: Sorry! I know this post sucks and I didn't give you much to respond to. The next one shall be a whole lot better!]
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Post by robin on Apr 11, 2011 9:27:17 GMT -5
If it wasn't for the mess and the stink Robin would probably have found the animated green kids attempt at cooking amusing but as it was all the boy wonder could think of was that this bomb site was going to be left for someone else to deal with. Beast Boy was like a younger brother to Dick, someone he cared for and at times was a key part of strategies for taking down bad guys but then days like this happened and Robin was reminded of just how immature Garth could be.
Raising an eyebrow when BB screamed Robin waited for the the boy to calm down a little, even giving him the chance to give an excuse or reason for whatever he was doing. Dick decided that if the first few words were sorry I'll clean it up, sorry about the smell or something similar then he would forgive the kid and let it slide but nope seemed the first thing was an attempt at an excuse and a rubbish one at that.
"I was supposed to be getting new clothes."Robin stated sharply "Then I realized you never give up the chance to get out and about. Almost died from the smell on the way in here. Now I've found you and the mess that is our kitchen. You are cleaning this up" there was a huge emphasis on the You Are part "What were you thinking?" Robin was about to launch into a full on rant but instead caught himself. Garth was lucky that it was him that found him, the others reactions might not have been so calm.
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