Food For the Strong
Characters: Viper, Duo
Content: Finding herself in Unreal, Viper seeks solace by stuffing her face on cake. Duo is suitably disturbed.
Where: Cafeteria
When: Afternoon after the challenge
Warnings: Viper being her crazy cannibal self.
Viper was understandably upset about finding herself in a new place. However, unlike most of the other contestants, she got over it pretty fast. Because this place was new. And it had air conditioning. Viper was pretty sure she liked air conditioning. It was a myth of the books Sol read for hours and got angry and hit people when they disturbed him. She had never been inside a building like this before, a building that was new and shiny and air-conditioned.
The walls were steel and gleaming, but there were no sharp edges. Viper was disappointed in that. She liked edges. They were good for fighting, and that was what her mother and so many others had told her, use the scenery to your advantage. Edges were good to have in a fight, especially when her pinking-shear swords were gone, along with the little knife she had taken from a dead man.
It was harder to fight without blades, but Viper was a scavenger, and not prone to disappearing over the minor details. And that was a very minor one.
No one would touch Viper without losing something important to him or her.
She was not a fair-fighter.
Right now, Viper wasn’t thinking about fighting. She was thinking about the most important thing in life-food. Food was life and life consisted of a perpetual adventure in finding, defending, and of course eating it. Viper knew a great deal of food, though her culinary tastes were by anyone’s standards rather thin. Mostly it consisted of meat, meat, and potatoes.
Potatoes were rather hardy back in Glasgow. Not much else was.
Heels clacking against the shiny floor, Viper rounded one of the compound’s many corners and discovered the cafeteria. She sniffed the air, and then her face twisted into a wide smile, baring strong teeth.
Food.
There was a table with something she knew from books stacked on it. Cake. Viper had never had cake in her life. None of the scavengers knew how to cook it. They had tried a few times, and occasionally it had been edible, but they never got the frosting right. This looked perfectly delicious, though. Viper could nearly taste the sugar as she stalked up to it. A few pieces were missing, and she gladly helped herself to several, piling them on a greed plastic place.
She was not a slob.
Immensely pleased with herself, Viper sat down on the floor and began to eat, getting blue and white frosting on her face, fingers, and hair. She didn’t appear to care.
It was good food.
Content: Finding herself in Unreal, Viper seeks solace by stuffing her face on cake. Duo is suitably disturbed.
Where: Cafeteria
When: Afternoon after the challenge
Warnings: Viper being her crazy cannibal self.
Viper was understandably upset about finding herself in a new place. However, unlike most of the other contestants, she got over it pretty fast. Because this place was new. And it had air conditioning. Viper was pretty sure she liked air conditioning. It was a myth of the books Sol read for hours and got angry and hit people when they disturbed him. She had never been inside a building like this before, a building that was new and shiny and air-conditioned.
The walls were steel and gleaming, but there were no sharp edges. Viper was disappointed in that. She liked edges. They were good for fighting, and that was what her mother and so many others had told her, use the scenery to your advantage. Edges were good to have in a fight, especially when her pinking-shear swords were gone, along with the little knife she had taken from a dead man.
It was harder to fight without blades, but Viper was a scavenger, and not prone to disappearing over the minor details. And that was a very minor one.
No one would touch Viper without losing something important to him or her.
She was not a fair-fighter.
Right now, Viper wasn’t thinking about fighting. She was thinking about the most important thing in life-food. Food was life and life consisted of a perpetual adventure in finding, defending, and of course eating it. Viper knew a great deal of food, though her culinary tastes were by anyone’s standards rather thin. Mostly it consisted of meat, meat, and potatoes.
Potatoes were rather hardy back in Glasgow. Not much else was.
Heels clacking against the shiny floor, Viper rounded one of the compound’s many corners and discovered the cafeteria. She sniffed the air, and then her face twisted into a wide smile, baring strong teeth.
Food.
There was a table with something she knew from books stacked on it. Cake. Viper had never had cake in her life. None of the scavengers knew how to cook it. They had tried a few times, and occasionally it had been edible, but they never got the frosting right. This looked perfectly delicious, though. Viper could nearly taste the sugar as she stalked up to it. A few pieces were missing, and she gladly helped herself to several, piling them on a greed plastic place.
She was not a slob.
Immensely pleased with herself, Viper sat down on the floor and began to eat, getting blue and white frosting on her face, fingers, and hair. She didn’t appear to care.
It was good food.