[Open] Iron chef takes on a whole new meaning

[distinctive_guy]

CHARACTERS: distinctive_guy and OPEN
DATE: Aug 16 (Backdated Day 6, afternoon)
RATING: PG due to sharp knives
SUMMARY: Eliot had enough canned food and lets his inner gourmet chef out.

Comments

god this kid is SO weird

[whitestlie]

(ooc: Timeskip to sometime after Eliot makes nom-noms and offers food delivery to Near etc etc. whee! \o/)After the conversation with Eliot, Near immediately went back to his construction project. Working on something with his hands facilitated thinking and offered comfort. Due to the lack of building blocks around here, however, the boy had taken it upon himself to produce his own

[distinctive_guy]

Eliot had called sometime after entering the mall, so it took him another half an hour of walking before he got to the east dorm entrances. Once there, it was easy enough to navigate the structure, from both his previous visit and similar architecture, to find his way to Alan's room.

It was easy reaching the door, although he casually glanced around in anti-surveillance moves to make sure he wasn't followed. He remembered what Alan told him of his neighbors, and the hallway was empty when Eliot finally knocked on the door for 214.

"'Ey, you in there?"

[whitestlie]

As soon as Near heard that voice, he got up and headed for the door, but he didn't open it just yet.

Instead, Near slipped a piece of paper underneath the door to Eliot. "Check your phone. I've sent you a message" was written on it. Only the real Eliot would know how to access the secure line Near had established for them and them alone when they first made contact. He had to make sure the man wasn't and imposter or being controlled, by the killer notebook or other supernatural means. This wasn't a foolproof method, but it was the best he could do for now.

(ooc: When Eliot checks his phone, he should see the text "Are you alone? Do you see any cameras?")

[distinctive_guy]

Eliot rolled his eyes, but did as he was told. He knew there was nothing as overly cautious, and given what the kid explained to him, the boy had a reason to be. Still, it was hard to juggle the bags of food and pull out his phone to tap on the little buttons, such that by the time he retrieved the message, he was scowling audibly through the door.

"Hallway's empty. Ya want me to run an RFID scan too?" Growling sarcasm aside, he stuffed his phone back into his belt and knocked again. "Open up."

poor eliot xD

[whitestlie]

Near systematically classified Eliot's tone under the category "arguably pissed off," but what's more important was that he had responded to the message, and that was good enough for Near. The boy opened the door, smiling in the only cheeky way he knew how

He's always grumpy.

[distinctive_guy]

The opening door revealed a grumpy hitter who answered with a deep rumbling growl. He gave the boy an annoyed glare for taking so long, but quickly stepped in and to the side as to allow Alan to secure the door again. It didn't escape his notice that the boy's eyes hadn't left his bags of styrofoam containers

[whitestlie]

Near had fully intended to lock the door as soon as Eliot stepped inside. He knew very well where his weaknesses lay, knew very well that without constant attention to security, one misstep could ruin everything. Though he didn't say a word to Eliot's comment. He simply closed and locked the door.

He paced over to the chair the man left open for him and took a seat, drawing one knee up as he did. He picked up the utensils and began with the pasta. "Tasted good" was a bit of an understatement here. Near never really had any preference for food, but when you've been living on nothing but stale chips and bread for weeks, some things do get put into perspective.

He didn't rush it, taking his sweet time as always, but it was clear the food was welcomed. For a full minute, Near didn't say a word, just ate.

Finally, he answered Eliot's question. "About 4 hours after the last sunset," he said so matter-of-factly, as though this were perfectly normal, "but I kept myself hydrated."

[distinctive_guy]

That certainly explained why the kid ate like this was his first meal in days. It pretty much was. For a half starved boy, Eliot had to give Alan credit for not making the mistake of eating too quickly, but that didn't stop the hitter from frowning anyway.

"Hydrated's good, but it ain't enough for your body." His frown continued as he continued his glance around the room, but whatever he didn't find the first time hadn't magically appeared now. The place was still empty of food source.

"Here, take these too." Eliot lifted one of the bags and placed it on the table across from Alan. It held enough cans to last a few days, food choices that covered both meat and vegetables of what Eliot considered to be the slightly more healthy variety. "I can grab more later if I need it."