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The Kitchen/Dining Room
By: Raijuta Date: July 25, 2013, 8:56 am
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Re: The Kitchen/Dining Room
By: Keo Date: August 12, 2013, 1:41 am
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Sitting on the island counter top, Natalia listens to the sounds
of the other cast members as they wander into the house and meet
each other. Yes, she did want to get to know who else had
entered the house but she didn't feel like moving from her comfy
not chair. Biting into an apple, blue eyes look around for a
second before shrugging softly. The voices matched cast members
from shows she had seen but none that caught her attention at
that current moment in time. "Hey Nan, what do you say for a
quick game of fetch in the backyard?"
Looking down at the Shiba Inu/Husky mix, a smile finally crosses
her lips before dropping her apple core to the waiting dog, the
two of them make their way into the backyard through a sliding
glass door in hopes to avoid the other cast members.
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Re: The Kitchen/Dining Room
By: Scout Date: August 12, 2013, 7:07 pm
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Aoife entered the kitchen just as the sliding door to the yard
was closed, luckily avoiding contact with another person. The
rest of the now cold tea was dumped in the sink and the tea bag
deposited in the trash. In an attempt to distract her mind she
filled it up with scalding hot water and a drop of dish cleaning
soap, hoping that washing away the bits of leftover tea would
clean away her pained emotions. It only took her a few minutes
to clean the mug to usable standards, but she continued to scrub
it with her fingers under the water, her hands turning pink from
the heat. When the hot water was finally unbearable she turned
off the faucet and left the mug in the sink as she searched
around for a clean dish towel to dry it off. Her
unsuccessfulness only mounted her frustration so she settled on
drying the dish with a wad of paper towels that were placed out
on the counter before returning the mug in its rightful cupboard
in the exact place she picked it out from. After that she leaned
her hip against the counter, a long breath leaving her in an
attempt to keep the tears from falling and to calm her nerves.
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Re: The Kitchen/Dining Room
By: Scout Date: August 18, 2013, 9:41 pm
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It had become easy over the years to keep the tears at bay, so
with the help of her controlled breathing she got over her
mini-meltdown, and her stomach twisted in pains of hunger. She
hadn't eaten anything all day, having been at a hotel hours
before arriving re-packing her things to make sure she had
everything she needed, so she skipped any and all meals in
between. And right now the feeling of hunger hit her like a
freight train. Absentmindedly she placed a hand on her slim
stomach and rubbed it like a child would do if they had a tummy
ache, chewing on the inside of her cheek as she rummaged through
the kitchen for food. Aoife settled on a simple frozen pepperoni
pizza, glancing at the box for cook time and temperature before
tossing it on the counter next to her paperback. In order to
cook it she'd need to preheat the oven, so she made her way over
to it lazily and began to press buttons until the text box said
'preheat 350' as instructed on the box. She waited in thought,
deciding it would best to cook two pizzas incase the others
wandered in and wanted some too, although she’d most likely eat
more than half of the first one herself.
With that she meandered her way back to the freezer and took out
a second pizza, sliding it across the counter next to the other
one. Her movements were fluid, instincts taking over as she kept
her mind blank. Slender hands tore open the boxes to leave the
pizzas in their plastic-wrapped glory, awaiting patiently on the
counter until it was their time to be popped into the oven --
which wouldn’t be too long as the quality of the oven was
impeccable compared to the ones Aoife was used to. As if on cue
the oven beeped, the annoying sound continuing until she
inserted the pizzas and pressed the timer button, setting it for
fifteen minutes. While she waited a hip was leaned against the
edge of the counter once more, hands picking up the book and
flipping through until she found her page. With her eyes eating
up every word they trailed over, her finger smoothed out the
folded corner. Soon, the smell of pizza was wafting throughout
the house.
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Re: The Kitchen/Dining Room
By: Dems Darkfire Date: September 7, 2013, 1:35 pm
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Stefan drudged himself through the halls from the room, his hand
stinging from a few failed attempts at a new move. His fingers
lazed and clenched with every burst the burns sent through his
arms. His mouth remained steady though, his tongue grasped
between his sharpened teeth as he strolled through the door of
the kitchen, taking an alternative route in order to avoid the
mass of people in the living room. Stefan walked to the sink and
turned on the cold tap, placing his hands under the running
water and letting the crisp feel of the cool water wash over the
burns themselves. He let out a long sigh, leaning forward
against the sink as he flipped his hands through the liquid.
"Ahhh... SO much better..."
|Confessional: Fuck this place already. It's filled with too
many people already. All of them are famous, all of us are from
some sort of show. I feel like I am back on the set of a film.
Ehh. At least the women are something to look at, though I may
have to toss around a few of the other assholes.|
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Re: The Kitchen/Dining Room
By: Dems Darkfire Date: September 21, 2013, 8:51 am
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Stefan heard the door squeak, his hands instantly pulling from
the water into his body on a subconscious level, instantly ready
to strike at whatever he turned toward. Finding a woman gracing
him with her presence, Stefan's tension instantly released as he
placed his hands back under the cool water. "Heh, Thank ya, I'll
be fine in a few minutes, tho." Turning into the water he barely
heard the woman leave before he spoke out "Them people aren't
exactly my type of crowd. But I'll be headin' back to my room in
a few minutes if ya would like to give me some company?"
Turning to look over his shoulder, he noticed that no one was
there anymore. Scoffing, Stefan turned off the water "Well,
damn. Unlucky me." Drying off his hands in the dishtowel. He
threw it on the counter as he was walking back towards his own
room. "Keh, People..." He looked out of the window as he walked
by, noticing a group. "I'll stick with me self."
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Re: The Kitchen/Dining Room
By: Scout Date: October 5, 2013, 3:32 pm
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The kitchen was on the first floor, so it would be a bit of a
trek to get there, but going down stairs was definitely easier
than getting up them. During the journey, Aoife would reach
behind her to make sure Jasper was following, brushing her hand
against his arm or his chest. She found her hand lingering there
longer than it should have been, but shrugged it off, hoping he
didn’t notice.
When the passed the game room, Aoife took a quick peek inside.
Most of the group seemed to be in there, and she even saw a few
people she hadn’t seen before. She quickly ducked out of the
room, not wanting to be seen. Surely if they saw her they would
invite her in, but she didn’t want to keep Jasper waiting. They
were at the last few steps when Aoife got eager. She decided to
jump down from the second stair, but managed to trip over her
own foot and stumbled into the wall. Her forehead and foot
managed to bang into the wall, and she let out a yelp in
response. A blush was immediately on her cheeks when she righted
herself. Taking a look over her shoulder, Aoife hoped Jasper
hadn’t seen. She giggled embarrassedly and rubbed her forehead.
“Ow.”
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Re: The Kitchen/Dining Room
By: Renegade Date: October 5, 2013, 6:50 pm
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Jasper had broken his fair share of promises in his day, but he
did intend to keep this one. He took the woman's hand and shook
it in agreement. "I look forward to it." And with that, the two
were on their way downstairs. Along the way, he was surprised
when the woman reached back, allowing her hand to simply rest on
his chest for what seemed like an unnatural amount of time. With
a mischievous smile on his face, his hand grazed over hers. "I'm
still here, I promise." He said with a laugh, continuing to walk
behind her.
He noticed when she peeked into the room where he had heard the
voices earlier. He stopped for a moment, wondering if she
intended to go in. He was hoping to avoid a crowd that night, so
a sigh of relief escaped his lips when she continued along their
chosen path. As they made it to the bottom, Jasper saw that
Aoife wasn't going to land as she planned based on the position
of her body. Rushing behind to catch her, he let out a quick
"Whoa!" He made it to her before she reached the ground, his
arms extended to catch her. His left hand made it's way to the
woman's waist, while his right hand gripped her shoulder,
however, he was unable to stop the woman from making contact
with the wall. He hesitated for a moment before removing himself
from her person, laughing a bit. "Guess I was too slow." He said
with a chuckle. "Are you alright?"
It didn't take long after that for the two to actually arrive at
their destination, which was far better equipped than he had
expected. He looked around at the different utensils and
equipment. He really wasn't very good in the kitchen, but he was
able to maintain the basics. "So what are we making?" He asked,
looking around in the drawers and cabinets to see what was
available. At the end of the day, cooking was Aoife's idea, so
he would leave the decision to her.
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Re: The Kitchen/Dining Room
By: Scout Date: October 5, 2013, 7:48 pm
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Aoife’s eyes closed when she rammed into Jasper’s body. His body
was hard, much like the wall, but there was a softness to it
that didn’t hurt her as much if she were to have fallen into the
wall instead. When he pulled away she began to rub at the spot
on her forehead that hit the wall, wrinkling her nose with
distaste – there was definitely going to be a lump there in the
morning. Aoife looked up to him, taking a moment to assess the
now red color of his irises as she smiled at him, pink tinting
her cheeks. “Way too slow. If you were faster I wouldn’t have
this lump on my head,” She said playfully, wincing when her
fingers ran over a sensitive spot. With a nod of her head she
exhaled loudly, “I’m fine; just don’t be surprised if there’s a
bruise in the morning.” Once more her face screwed up; she
definitely wasn’t looking forward to a bruise. Even now she was
starting to get a little headache.
When they were finally in the kitchen, Aoife leaned against the
counter as she watched Jasper explore. Like her, he must have
been expecting something different, but it was still a nice
kitchen. “We?” She questioned with a raised brow, shaking her
head as she made her way over to him, bumping her hip against
his to scoot him out of the kitchen. “Why don’t you leave the
cooking to me? You don’t look too confident here.” Her eyes
sparkled with the laughter she was holding back and she turned
to the refrigerator to look through it. “I’ll make whatever you
want. Just not pizza. I’ve already made pizza and ended up
dumping it all over myself,” She shivered as she recalled what
happened just hours ago, one of her hands moving to touch the
part of her leg the pizza sauce burned. “But, if you feel the
need to help out, you can get us some drinks?”
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Re: The Kitchen/Dining Room
By: Renegade Date: October 5, 2013, 9:08 pm
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Jasper looked down at the woman with a slight concern as she
pulled away from him. This moment brought way to yet another
change in his eye color, as they shifted to a deep brown color.
They were accented by an orange ring, that circled it's way
around the outside of the iris. He couldn't help but laugh,
however, when the woman mentioned there being a "lump" on hyer
head, which he was sure there wasn't. "Tell you what." He said,
running his fingers along the spot on her forehead, just to be
sure. "If a bruise, or a lump appears. Let me know. I'll take
care of it."
He didn't know what to expect, considering that he didn't know
much about Aoife's cooking style. But he hadn't expected her to
kick him out of the kitchen. A dark purple hue hinted into his
eyes as he looked back at the woman. "Anything you want is fine.
Just nothing too heavy." He said. He wasn't allowed to gain any
weight for his next role. He shrugged when the woman suggested
he get the drinks for them. Nodding his head he walked over to a
counter. In less than ten seconds, he turned around with two
glasses filled with fancy looking drinks. "Anything else?" He
asked, with a grin on his face.
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