Prepare for Battle! [Open]

[Matthew Williams]

The Cafeteria was always one of Matthew's favorite places. The food served at World W was delicious and always well prepared with the nutrition of students in mind. The room itself was beautifully decorated and always lively with students.

...If that was a good or bad thing, the Canadian was very unsure about.

As the school was known for it's diversity and beauty, it was also known for something else: It's rowdy food fights. It was almost a spectacle with all these students from different backgrounds shouting in their mother-tongue and throwing food at one another. Pictures would appear on Facebook, it would be tweeted about by some students, and it would even be video-taped and put on Youtube.

One Million views and counting was nothing to sniff at.

Soon enough, the first potato was flung across the room and hit a poor unsuspecting student on the head. While that student was too busy doubling over in a fit of laughter, his friends were applauding his skill and nice shot. Only to be taken back when he was met with spaghetti sauce in his face.

That was how it started...

"FOOD FIGHT!" someone yelled.

All at once, a bunch of students got up, grabbing the nearest thing on their trays and flinging it at one another. The cries of laughter and even some frustration by those being hit filled the air. Those who were accustomed to this practice quickly got underneath the tables and just swore under their breath, hoping that it would be over soon.

Matthew, didn't do either of those things.

Instead, the blond just stayed put and continued to eat the meal he had bought. This was nothing new, he'd been through this before so there was no reason to hide (they would start throwing stuff under the table momentarily anyway.)

As he was mid bite, the kid sitting with him at the table suddenly gave him a mischievous look. Matt did not notice this, and was met with a bit of gravy flung at his face. He just sighed and continued to eat, 'Don't give him the light of day, that's what he wants.

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Soon enough, the kid flung a few more things at Matt's head. It was after about the sixth projectile that Matthew stood up and glared at the boy. Picking up his bowl of beef-pot pie and throwing it at him. 'THAT'S IT!

The kid ducked out of the way quickly, yelping at the sudden change in the normally timid Matt's behavior. The bowl continued hurling towards the door... whoever would walk through that entrance would be met with a lovely greeting.[/size][/blockquote]

Note: Since food fights are unpredictable, there will be no posting order. Just go about and have fun~!

[Alfred F. Jones]

The day had, overall, been long and annoying, but thankfully, it was finally time for lunch, Alfred’s favorite class period. It wasn’t actually a class, obviously, but that’s what he always said whenever anyone inquired him about his favorite. It was the only time of the day he could goof off with his friends without getting scolded or yelled at, namely his upperclassmen friends. On occasion, he’d even get together with Arthur, so long as it wasn’t one of those days where he was spending his time in the library studying or busying himself with student council like matters. Try as he may, he could never understand why his boyfriend wouldn’t loosen up a bit and take a load off once in a while.

Regardless, today was one of those days, the American figured, since he’d scouted about and couldn’t find him. Instead, he sat down with some of his friends from the basketball team and settled for a ‘your face’ war while he enjoyed his daily dose of burgers and fries.

The blond was having a grand old time for himself in this way, that is, until he caught sight of a potato soaring across the room. He couldn’t help but laugh when it hit a student who clearly didn’t see it coming right in the head. Elsewhere, another student, presumably the one who had thrown the potato, had spaghetti thrown in their face.

Food fights were common at World W. Academy, so this was no shocker for anyone, especially for Alfred. He loved food fights. They never failed to be the highlight of his day. Nothing really gave him that excited rush he occasionally yearned for like flopping a piece of pizza down in some girl’s hair, or maybe flinging corn and mashed potatoes and hitting someone square in the forehead, set aside battling shadows, of course. Food fights were an excellent and much less dangerous time for him to let his more impulsive side take the stage.

Not that he wasn’t already impulsive as he was. He was plenty of that, but at times like this, he was plenty more of that.

Grinning his trademark grin, unable to contain himself, the American jumped to his feet, taking the responsibility upon himself to make things official. He held his hands up to his mouth to enhance his volume and, not so much as bothering to clear his throat, hollered out, fully aware of the results that would come about.

“Food fight!”

In a matter of seconds, a handful of students were on their feet as well, throwing food every which direction; hot dogs flew through the air, milk and soda splattered against tables and floors.

Alfred immediately went on the offensive, reaching for the useless, inedible vegetables on his tray to chuck first when he suddenly and unexpectedly made acquaintance with an emptying pudding cup. It actually didn’t mar so much of his face, more so his clothes. Not that he cared. In fact, he smiled broadly in response, quickly finding the beaming student who had thrown said pudding cup in his line of vision. Challenge accepted. Overly excited, the blond thumbed a stray bit that had been caked against his cheek and sucked the digit clean—you can’t waste something like chocolate pudding, after all—afterward picking up his weapon, his only weapon, his plastic spork, and flinging mashed potatoes in the student’s general direction.

[tino]

After a long and energetic first day even crappy school food sounded like a meal fit for a king. Tino knew the drill, get in line, buy lunch, get your slop, sit and eat. He had gone through the ritual many times when he was in public school and remembered always seeming to leave the lunch room feeling more hungry than before whether he actually ate the food or not.

So, imagine his surprise when he walked into the cafeteria and actually saw good food. Still, none of it seemed to appeal to his tastes - not much did, however, his tastes were rather strange - but he knew it would at least be a much higher quality than most other schools. And so he picked out what sounded nice as well as things he had never heard of. Not only did the food look and smell delicious, the variety was amazing as well. With all the different cultures and backgrounds that ended up at the school it was really no surprise to have such a variety on the menu as well.

Very satisfied with his choices he finally headed over to a table, where he soon ran into an obstacle - he knew almost no one. That wouldn't stop him from finding a seat, of course, but there was no way of knowing how he would be seen if he just randomly sat down at a table and started talking with people. Before he would have done just that with no fear, but after incidents at his old school, well, he learned to be a little more wary. That didn't mean he wouldn't forget every once and a while, though.

And so he chose the table closest to the door, it being one of the only ones left since he was one of the last in line. It had its advantages, for example he could take more time eating and enjoy his food instead of shoveling it into his mouth in five seconds. A smile came to Tino's face as he took the first bite of what he considered a contradiction before, delicious cafeteria food.

That was when he heard those two horrible words.

"FOOD FIGHT!"

His immediate reaction was a yelp then a quick reach for the napkins so he could keep them as clean as possible. Plenty of people were going to need those later. Besides that Tino still tried to enjoy his food amidst the chaos, dodging what he could and blocking other food from hitting his plate. He was doing a pretty good job of it...that is until an unseen bowl of beef-pot pie barreled straight towards him. It fell just short of hitting the door and instead hit Tino smack in the face, causing him to fall back onto the hard, dirty floor.