Om Nom Nom - OTA

[watch_the_nails]

Victor was still having some trouble settling into the place. He'd never really had somewhere like this he could think of as a home before; he'd known army barracks, cheap flophouses, brothels and countless temporary shelters in the woods, but he'd never lived in a goddamn mansion before

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[pacifistninja]

Victor wasn't the only one on a kitchen raid. Ashley paused at the door seeing the man there, though she did enter. She went to the cabinet seeing the rice crackers she snagged them.

She added a bottle of water from the same cabinet, and walked over to the counter she cracked open the bottle.

"You know, if you want, there's lamb on the bottom shelf, made it this morning for sandwiches all day."

[watch_the_nails]

"Already found it," he murmured, chewing on a piece of cold lamb and wiping his clawed hands on his trousers as he turned to look at the girl. He'd spoken to her before, from what he could remember, and she seemed to think she was feisty. Lots of 'em did. "So what the hell are you doin' here, huh?"

[pacifistninja]

"Oh, well then I'm not helpful am I?" She nibbled on a cracker watching him.

"You mean in the kitchen?" She held up the crackers. "Needed a snack. If you mean this place... beats out there."

[watch_the_nails]

"Uh-huh."

He nodded. He had meant just what she was doing in the mansion in general, but her answer had explained that. Victor could appreciate full well what it was like to be a mutant surrounded by humans - not that it tended to bother him that much.

"What is it that y'do again...?"

[animalpriestess]

Crystal was walking through the house, her nose in a new book she found. She rounded the corner into the kitchen and looked up raising a brow.

"You're a charmer... Really."

[watch_the_nails]

"An' you're a spoilt little bitch."

He shrugged as he continued to shovel the food into his mouth, not really caring what the young woman thought of him. From what he'd seen of her, she was stuck-up, self-obsessed, and very, very irritating.

[animalpriestess]

"Feel better now that you've stated the obvious?" she asked coldly, and made another disgusted face, shuddering.

She wondered absently what she had done to deserved to see such a sight. She had been generally polite to everyone.

"Do you always eat like that, or is this just my lucky day?"

[watch_the_nails]

"Oh, if I wanted you t'see somethin' special, I'd do this."

Loving the attention - and never passing up the opportunity to disgust someone, particularly a female - he grabbed a fresh egg from the fridge door, snapping off the top with a claw and pouring the raw contents of the shell down his throat. It wouldn't have been the first time he'd eaten a raw egg; many times, when he was younger, he'd been so hungry that stealing from a hen house had been the only option.

[omegajeanetics]

It had been another restless night for Jean. Another set of nightmares and another set of voices that just refused to go away. She'd only had one or two full night's sleep since arriving at the mansion, and that was because she hadn't slept days before that she had been so tired she just collapsed onto her bed. Tonight, however, she had not been so lucky.

Jean rolled out of bed, careful not to rouse her roommate, and quickly slipped a sweatshirt over her tank top before exiting her room. She felt weary, exhausted, too old beyond her 25 years. So she went with what made her comfortable, and what had become her comfort in these sleepless nights was the cold, empty kitchen.

At least, it used to be empty.

She turned the corner and startled herself at the sight of the large man stuffing his face. "Oh!" she gasped lightly from the doorway. She'd seen him around (a friend of Scott's, she assumed), though had never actually met him before. "Sorry, didn't know anyone else was up."

[watch_the_nails]

Victor glanced up as the woman made her appearance, halfway through chewing a mouthful of chicken, flecks of pale meat clinging to the unkempt stubble on his cheeks. He raised an eyebrow and shrugged, swallowing down his food and indicating that she come closer.

"It ain't a private party, darlin'. You hungry, too?"

He'd seen the redhead around, but hadn't really spoken to her much. Since Scott seemed to have charged him with keeping he place safe, the least he could do would be to learn who all the younger mutants were and find out what they were capable of.

[omegajeanetics]

Jean watched him for a moment with curious interest. He seemed far more primal than the others in the house. Something about him seemed less concerned with how society dictated things and more about doing what made him comfortable, evident by the piece of turkey danging from his mouth. She couldn't help but smile as she stepped in to join him.

Jean tucked some hair behind an ear and hopped up onto one of the stools, shaking her head. "No, no, I just couldn't sleep. Just the moving jitters," she lied. 'I can't sleep because of the voices' made her sound a little crazier than she would have liked. "I'm Jean. Are you a friend of Scott's?"

[grows_rosesred]

"You know it is rather bad manners to not use a plate and contaminate food for others with your fingers. Dare I ask if you have even washed your hands?" Klara leant up against the counter, splaying her fingers against the cool surface and watching the man as he shovelled food into his mouth with the grace of a monkey in a zoo.

She had wrinkled her nose up in digust, chin propped up in one hand and nails drumming a beat out on the surface. Her English accent only serving to make her sound more like a snob as she spoke, not that Klara was a snob but she was a bit of a stickler for hygiene. Unlike this overgrown oaf.

[watch_the_nails]

Victor's first reaction was to try very, very hard not to spray half-chewed food from his mouth in laughter. The girl sounded so English, so proper, so affronted, it was like being chastised by Mary Poppins herself. He turned to grin at her, deliberately making sure that he had as much meat stuck between his teeth as possible, and wiping his claws on his coat for good measure.

"Darlin', before I started eatin', I made sure to wipe my ass with 'em for extra flavor."

[grows_rosesred]

Oh great a wannabe comedian. How delightful!

Klara frowns, forehead creasing in displeasure at the sight of the meat stuck between those rather sharp teeth. She wonders if perhaps she is 'Little Red Riding Hood' and this is the 'Big Bad Wolf' but instead of dressing up as a grandmother he's pretending to be a decent human... mutant being. She still had to get used to the idea of thinking of herself as a mutant and not a human!

"Thank you for that. Please tell me that you broke in here and aren't actually a resident." Klara was making a point of keeping the counter safely between her and this man.

[watch_the_nails]

The feral smirked at her question, taking his time in placing the plate of cold meats back down on the counter and wiping at his mouth with a sleeve before breaking into another smile - a smile which displayed his vicious, razor-sharp fangs in all their yellowing glory.

"A resident?" he grinned, his body language just oozing self-confidence and an air of arrogant authority. "Babe, you're lookin' at the head of Security around here."