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Post by Edgar Pointdexter on Oct 20, 2016 19:43:01 GMT -7
Being in this new place is quite strange for him at first, but Edgar has a feeling he can get used to this eventually. After all, considering how his old apartment building got completely wreck from that last dragon’s attack, there’s not much choice for him to pick. Beside, staying here might actually help him with his work on his stories, from all the peace and quiet around here. He hasn’t met all of his fellow occupants yet other than the old woman who owned the place, so he thought of a way to meet them all.
So in the early morning, he got himself out of bed before anyone would before making his way toward the kitchen. He isn’t much good with cooking, but at the very least he knew how to make a decent breakfast considering he has to live by himself all this time. After all, since the woman allowed him to live here without paying rent, he should at least do something to earn his stay.
He checked the cupboard and the fridge to find the pancake flour, milk, eggs and anything he need to make pancake for about seven people. Any left-over eggs he got he planned to use them to make omelet for them.
“Well,” he said to himself as he cracked his knuckle, “this should be easy; just need to do what I do for myself and just increase the amount, how hard can it be?”
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After about thirty minutes, the kitchen is in quite a mess with flour spilled everywhere on the counter. Some of the eggs are slightly overcooked, and a few of the pancake are quite browner than the other, while some might actually be undercooked somewhat. At the very least, he didn’t set the kitchen on fire. However, the amount of smoke in the kitchen is still enough to trigger the fire alarm.
Edgar quickly opened the window and fanned the smoke out of the kitchen in order to stop the alarm from keep going. It will be quite a miracle if no one in the boarding house got awaken by the commotion. He just hope no one in here would mind being woken up like this, but at least he would be able to finally meet with the occupants.
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Post by Samantha Lobo on Oct 20, 2016 19:57:05 GMT -7
The smell was the first alarm. The actual alarm being the second.
Samantha's eyes shot open, allowing some light to pierce her eyes before covering her face with a pillow, "Damn, damn, fuck you bastard." She mumbled into the pillow, finishing up as her stomach let out a sound more likely to come from a monster than an organ.
The following mess of the kitchen didn't bother her one bit, her own room was worse than any of this. It was the audaciously horrible smell that gave her pause, "Hey man." She chocked out, "Next time you wanna meet, you don't have to smoke us out, 'k?"
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Post by Edgar Pointdexter on Oct 21, 2016 15:12:48 GMT -7
Edgar finished fanning the smoke when he heard the voice of a girl behind him. He expected someone would wake up cranky from his morning attempt of cooking. From the sound of her tone, he can easily guess she wasn't a morning person and the mess he made have interrupted her sleep schedule.
“Sorry,” he coughed a little from the smoke, “I was just trying to make breakfast to you guy.”
He turned around only to see a familiar face that he has seen before. Seeing her here is quite surprise him, considering the odd of meeting her a third time in a city is quite low, not to mention the fact that she’s actually an occupant in this boarding house.
“Hey, it’s you, the girl with a bunch of doggy chew toys. I didn’t expect to see you here.”
It took him some moment to realize that the stove is still on, which is the cause of the smoke in the kitchen. He quickly turned it off before the situation become worse than before. He wiped the flour off his face and hand with a towel before he started to set up the breakfast at the table before starting to clean up the mess that he made in the kitchen.
“Pardon the mess; I used to cook for myself so this is the first time I’ve ever attempted to make something for a group of people.”
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Post by Samantha Lobo on Oct 21, 2016 15:41:29 GMT -7
Samantha blinked through the smoke, eyes lighting up with interest as she vaguely recognized the man, "Oh hey its you." She snapped toward her head and few times, "Information guy, right!?" She smiled confidently at managing to remember correctly.
She plunged her nose, practically tasting the smoke. Part of them wanted to explode, it would be really easy to growl and snarl...but people didn't do that. "Ugh, it's fine, What're you whipping up?
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Post by Edgar Pointdexter on Oct 23, 2016 0:50:29 GMT -7
Edgar blew the smoke away before placing the first dish on the table for her to see. The dish have about three pancakes layers with a small slice of butter on top and the scramble egg on the side. Out of the three pancakes, the one in the middle look rather more burnt than the other two, and the scramble egg turned out slightly browner than usual.
“Um…pancakes and eggs?” Edgar said to the girl, “I figured it’s a nice way to greet you guy a good morning. I mean, who doesn’t like pancakes, am I right?”
He then looked at the dish, rather disappointed at his very own creation:
“Though in hindsight, I might have bitten off more than I can swallow since this is the first time I think of making pancake. I usually in a hurry in my morning so I just grab whatever I can find in the fridge: either just two plain pieces of bread or some left-over if I’m lucky.”
It is quite embarrassing: Edgar usual morning routine always consist of him going to one small specific coffee shop and get his breakfast there. Now that his favorite downtown shop is currently underneath a ton of rubble, it just isn’t the same when he goes to the other shop for breakfast anymore. He looked at the pancake he made before looking at her:
“So…you think the other like eating pancake? I mean, I know it doesn’t look appealing right now, but I’m sure it’s quite tasty.”
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Post by Samantha Lobo on Oct 24, 2016 16:15:38 GMT -7
Samantha studied the pancakes for only a moment, completely silent until she shrugged indifferently, shoving one into her mouth as if she was starving. She didn't bother with the eggs, being too gooey to shovel it into her mouth without a problem.
"It's fine." She mumbled, "You eat better than I can fucking do, I'd eat garbage if I had no choice." Immediately, she changed the subject, "When did you get here anyway...dragon?"
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Post by Edgar Pointdexter on Oct 27, 2016 19:05:07 GMT -7
Edgar let out a small smile on his face when she decided to get a mouthful of the pancake he made. Her egg is a bit undercook, which is probably the reason why she didn’t touch it at all.
“Must be rough,” he said to her before returning back to cleaning, “about not having much to eat. But you shouldn’t eat stuff out of the trash like that; I do sometime work for the homeless shelter now and then, so if you’re hungry I can bring back something. That’s how I usually got my food stock anyway, considering some moron decided to wreck the supermarket and the food price gone quite through the roof lately.”
He turned to her when she decided to change the subject; the topic must be a bit sensitive subject:
“Yeah; I was lucky when the news station called me in for something that day, so I managed to dodge the bullet there. Once I got back, my apartment was missing half of the building; luckily I don’t have much important possession, so I didn’t lost much from that. It was the owner of this boarding house who called me when I was looking for a place to stay, and that’s why I’m here today.”
He finished rinsing the cookware and dry his hand before making his way to the table. He looked around for a moment before return his attention back to the girl:
“Speaking of, where is the other occupant? I figured the other would have gotten woke up by that alarm already. I didn’t miss them, did I?”
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Post by Amy Doherty on Oct 28, 2016 19:38:22 GMT -7
A soft pattering heralded a pair of small feet rapidly coming down the stairs. The footsteps paused for a moment as they reached the ground floor, before heading towards the kitchen and stopping in the doorway as the small, ginger-haired girl they belonged to stared with wide eyes at the mess.
She blinked- or rather, scrunched up her eyes as if to banish the sight, before opening them again, a little less frightened. Her plain white pajamas were still wrinkled in places, as if she'd only just gotten up, but her stare was sharp and focused as she looked back and forth between the two older residents and crossed her arms.
"Morning." Her voice was high, and might have sounded chirpy if her tone weren't so flat. "Is this usually how you people start the day, or do you only ruin the kitchen on special occasions?" Her words were slightly accented, and bore the exaggerated, somewhat biting inflections of one who has just recently discovered sarcasm.
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Post by Samantha Lobo on Oct 29, 2016 17:17:18 GMT -7
Samantha blinked heavily at the mention of the destroyed supermarket, swallowing another mouth full as she tapped on the table energetically, "...Sure...maybe man..." Quite frankly, she completely doubted it'd be enough, right now the pancakes felt like eating air...it was never enough!
She listened silently to how he made it here, tilting her head curiously, "Lucky you." She commented, sincere despite her flat tone, "Friends of mine live here, they put me here after the first dragon...we must have the Devils luck huh?"
She heard the girl long before she saw her, someone different from anyone else she knew, "It's your lucky day, here they come." She announced just before the girl peered around the corner, Samantha couldn't hide the smirk that split her face at the vision of surprise that jumped onto her face. The following words however, instantly her somewhat pleasant mood plummeted into a phase that she usually reserved for school...not that she went to school anymore.
Her eyes seemingly flashed red a moment before she stood abruptly, face dropping into a wall. "Yeah? What's it to you?" She growled, unconcerned with the fact that her target was a child, "He's new, got it? Cut him some damn slack! He's trying to cook for us!" She leaned slightly over and forward, in front of the man.
A swirling anger started to form including her mind, she couldn't help the irritated clenching of her jaws as she waited for another smart reply.
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Post by Edgar Pointdexter on Oct 30, 2016 16:11:20 GMT -7
Well at least she understands about eating trash, he guessed he can bring back whatever left over at the homeless shelter. She finished the pancake rather quickly; she must have been starving. Edgar wonders why she would be starving despite being in the boarding house, where the fridge is quite fully stocks, but he decided not to ask her since it looks like it was a rather touchy subject.
“Wow, what are the odd?” he quite amaze at the similar circumstances that this girl have to lose her home, “You would think people who live in this city should’ve expected that by now. I guess this whole city is curse.”
Before he stood up to get more pancake for her, the sound of footstep interrupted him from doing so. Soon another girl emerged from the door; she looks like she just woke up a second ago, base on how messy her pajama is. Her annoyance is quite understandable, considering he probably interrupted her sleep. It was when the other girl’s suddenly snap that took him by surprise. The hungry girl looked almost like she’s about to lunge out at the red-head and tore her to pieces.
“It’s quite alright, it is my fault after all.” he tried to calm her down before turning to the red-head, “Pardon about the mess; making breakfast for multiple people is something I’ve never done before. I’ll clean the mess up shortly.”
He approached the red-head and reached out his hand:
“Hi, I’m Edgar; it’s nice to meet you. What's your name?” he then realized something before turning his head to the hungry girl, "I don't believe I catch your name either."
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Post by Amy Doherty on Nov 3, 2016 23:13:09 GMT -7
Samantha's sudden outburst drew a curious glance from Amy, but she didn't rise to the challenge, instead looking back to Edgar, who was already making an effort to calm the older girl down. "See? He doesn't mind. No need to put up such a fuss." With that, she strode past the young man, taking a brief but careful look at the kitchen, even those parts that hadn't been affected by the mess. It wasn't so bad, a few minutes work would see it good as new again. "No need to be so polite, it's Aunt Nora who deserves your pardons. This kitchen is hers, and you owe her a full and sincere apology- if she actually wakes up before mid-afternoon. Honestly, the things some people sleep through..." She smiled a little, feeling more comfortable now that Edgar had admitted to his accident.
Briskly, she grabbed a cloth, already taking stock of the work it would take to get everything sorted out and cleaned up. She hated messes, hated the disorder and the smells and the stains covering all the pure, plain surfaces. "I'll help clean. Faster we get this tidied away the better, right?" Others might come seeking breakfast, and it'd be best to have everything in order before they arrived. With swift, deliberate efficiency, she pulled a small garbage bin over towards the countertop and began sweeping away the last remnants of the spilled flour, taking care not to let so much as a single white grain slip through her systematic purge.
She stopped only briefly to give Edgar's hand a warm and gentle shake. "My pleasure, Edgar. I'm Amy, just... moved in recently." She wore a polite smile, but there was a slight hint of uneasiness in that last sentence. Her eyes quickly moved to the other girl in the room, who had yet to introduce herself.
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Post by Samantha Lobo on Nov 5, 2016 18:56:26 GMT -7
Samantha huffed as the man didn't get angry, he should be, he really should be! She forced her lips back over her teeth, pulses of pain running under her flesh as the muscles reacted too quickly. Incidently, this just served to make her mood even worse, it felt like a cloud was pushing down on her.
She tilted her head and gasped at Edgar's name, "Damn! The world is small!" She blurted to herself, smile quirking her features briefly before she wiped it off, "I'm Sam, remember?" Regardless of his answer, she would be glad at the connection.
She deflated at Amy's cleanness, God, she wasn't one of those annoying people, was she? She snorted at the handshake, plopping her plate in the sink before sitting right back down, staring at the girl, "Huh, let me guess, did a dragon fuck up your home too?"
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Post by Edgar Pointdexter on Nov 6, 2016 4:11:48 GMT -7
Edgar was about to suggest to Amy that since he was the one making the mess, he should clean it. However, she already got ahead of him and started to clean the kitchen; he let out a soft sigh before helping her with the dishes. The fact that she said Aunt Nora is quite interesting; he didn’t expected to meet with a family member of the owner.
He then turned toward Sam, the girl with a little temper; guess she must have introduced herself sometime before when they met; from where, however, he couldn’t quite remember. The only thing he can recall about the girl is that she bought a lot of chew-toy for dog, and that she accidentally picked up his USB.
As soon as he remembered that, he looked around him, yet he couldn’t find or hear any sound of dog barking at all. Guess she must be working at an animal shelter; it would make sense as to why a girl bought so much dog toys just for one dog.
He looked back at Amy when she shook his hand; he wasn’t work as a journalist just for show. He can detect Amy’s uneasiness tone when she said she just recently move in. If he can make a guess, something must have happen when the dragon attack; she might have lost more than just her home. It is quite a common issue when disaster strikes: people sometime lost their love one to the tragedy, he has seen it way too many time. Whether it be a hurricane hit or a dragon attack, the face of grief are always the same.
“It’s alright if you don’t want to talk about it,” he said to her when Sam asked the girl so bluntly. He turned toward Sam with a slightly stern look on his face; if she’s smart, she would be able to take a hint:
“You still hungry? Maybe once we done cleaning, Amy and I can actually cooks something edible for everyone.”
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Post by Amy Doherty on Nov 12, 2016 1:32:52 GMT -7
As annoyed as Samantha sounded, Amy didn't seem fazed at all by her sudden question. "Good guess, but no." She glanced at Edgar. "And I know that. I'll share when I'm ready to share." Part of her doubted that she ever would be, but it let her move past the topic and would hopefully keep either of these two from asking about where she came from.
Even as she carefully chose her words, however, her focus wasn't entirely on the conversation. She looked carefully across the counter-top, rubbing a few spots before smiling, finally satisfied. Not a single blemish remained. There were still some implements to be tidied away, and some stuff on the floor that could do with sweeping up, but that wouldn't take long, especially with Edgar helping out. They'd have the kitchen spick and span within a couple of minutes at this rate.
No longer quite so disturbed by the mess, she tuned back in to what people were saying, catching a mention of cooking. Her eyes lit up with barely restrained excitement, and she half-stepped, half-hopped towards Edgar. "Can we try pancakes? Please? I've never had pancakes before." A tiny voice in the back of her head reminded her that cooking now might only get everything dirty again, but the prospect of a delicious breakfast quickly overruled it. She'd be here to keep an eye on things this time, what could go wrong?
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Post by Samantha Lobo on Nov 12, 2016 20:38:46 GMT -7
Samantha seemed like she was going to comment on the fact Amy didn't want to say anything about how she got here, but finally shrugged, "Fine by me, you don't need to say anything...'k?" She shot a look that seemed to say, I'm not an idiot, to Edgar, frowning deeply.
She tapped the table impatiently, eyes flickering around at the two before standing, nose twitching doggedly. She quickly shuffled toward a cupboard before glaring at all the food and snatching out pancake batter, "Here...it's gonna be hard without this, huh?" She hovered around the counter after setting it down, as if unsure what to do next.
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