Food fight [Open]

[FRANCIS BONNEFOY]

It was lunchtime. Francis walked down the cafetria his stomache was growling. Dieu- you get rather hungry when you flirt, non? He looked at the food. It was all so...strange. The Frenchman looked for one preticular thing; croissants. He looked for them, there had to be, right?

Ah finally he had found some, along with strawberry jam. He failed in finding som jus d'orange, so he had to go with tea. Pouring hot water in a class, finding all kinds of tastes. Hmn? Lemon tea, was nice. He decided to go for that.

Now came the hardest part of eating in the cafeteria. Where to sit? He could sit with those 3 first year girls, but he had chatted with them all morning, so it wouldn't be fair for others. Hmn? Then he noticed a cute person sitting entirely alone.

Francis smiled gently and approached this lovely figure. "Bonjour~ Mind if I-" But he was cut of as something hit him right in the face. It was something that was supposed to be a sandwhich. He whiped his face off and looked at the person who had thrown it.

Trying to look sorry, but obviously laughing at him. Even the person at the table was giggling. Francis frowned, he didn't like to be laughed at and next to that his hair was ruined. He did something, what he would normally had never done, grabbing a tomato and throwing it back at the person.

But as Francis is bad at aiming, he missed and the tomato hit another poor victim. "merde." He cursed.


[Ooc: everyone can just come in and throw random stuff to prevent chaos...a posting order please? D8]

[LOVINO VARGAS]

Today didn't seem any different from the rest.

Same stupid school. Same stupid lunch period. Same stupid cafeteria. Same stupid food. Lovino scowled at his tray of food as he set it down, taking a seat away from the other annoying students and wondering once again how he ended up here. The food wasn't even edible, for one. What he ended up getting was just a bowl of pasta (that tasted nothing like the stuff back home) and a few tomatoes (at least they didn't find a way to ruin that). For a few minutes the Italian just sat there, glaring at no one in particular and forcing himself to eat the crap they called food here with a rather apparent grimace. 'Affanculo..'`

That was when he was blindsided by a tomato.

Lovino's instinct at the first sign of danger would have been to jump up and run away, but fact that a tomato of all things had hit him made him pause and slowly turn in his chair, wiping off the fruit with a hesitant expression. Was the cafeteria itself taunting him now? It didn't take long for him to find the person who threw it, since they sat a few tables away with an obvious expression. "Tch. More dumbass foreigners.." he muttered angrily to himself. He promptly picked up one of the tomatoes he had and aimed it squarely at the blond before throwing it, not caring who saw or heard what he said. "Oi! This is for you, bastard!"

Whether it hit him, someone near him, or an unfortunate passer-by remained to be seen.

[FRANCIS BONNEFOY]

Francis looked at the person who he had missed. He was currently sticking out his tongue as he gathered his stuff, practically laughing at him and then made his way out of the Cafetaria. Francis made a mental note to find out who that had been and make him pay for it. No one makes fun of Francis just like that.

He watched the other leave before turning back to the unfortunate person who he had hit by accident. The Italian boy did look everything but amused. He really looked pissed. Well Francis couldn't blame him of course. Because he was exactly the same as the other, though this had been purely an accident.

The Italian boy looked back at him, merde, he had noticed him. "A-ah excuse moi, I didn't-" but then he noticed the other grabbing a tomato and aiming it back towards him. The first reaction of Francis was to duck away before the tomato hit him. He didn't know if it had hit someone else, but he didn't really care. Francis wasn't a person who liked foodfights and really didn't want to be involved in one right now. He looked for a way to sneak out.

[FELIKS ŁUKASIEWICZ]

So he was just sitting, trying to eat his lunch, minding his own business when thump! Something had hit him on the back of his head.

Lunch had seemed as usual. Feliks had been sitting by himself (feeling like a loser while doing so) and poking at the unappetizing-looking mashed potatoes with his plastic fork with a grumbling stomach. Twice he had attempted to raise a bite of the mushy substance to his mouth and twice he had failed and put it back.

Then suddenly, something had glanced off of his mid-neck length golden tresses. Feliks didn't have a clue as to what the unidentified flying object had been, but it had apparently smashed into him with such force that the juices from it were beginning to leak down the back of his pink camisole. He resisted shrieking in anger and simply froze, still holding a forkful of mashed potatoes. He took a deep breath and started counting to three to prevent from flipping a shit. Jeden, dwa, trzy. Jeden, dwa, trzy. Jeden, dwa--Ohmygod. What if it stains? This is my favorite shirt! OH MY GOD. Whoever did it is so dead!

The Polish teen lowered his utensil and turned in his chair, seeing the pulverized tomato lying on the ground behind him. He lifted his free hand to check the point of impact, making a face of disgust when he felt tomato guts in his hair. Feliks took in a sharp, furious breath and stood, turning around. His narrowed green eyes quickly scanned the cafeteria for the culprit and noticed a tanned boy with tomatoes on his plate.

"Like what the hell, dupek?" he snapped, and without thinking, grabbed a handful of mashed potatoes and attempted to fling it at the Italian. Feliks had never been good at throwing, however, and it hit some crouching blond guy.

Gówno... he cursed inwardly the moment it hit the wrong target. I'm totally screwed.

_{ooc;
Jeden, dwa, trzy - one, two three
Dupek - asshole
Gówno - shit}

[LOVINO VARGAS]

Lovino's eyes widened slightly at the other's accent, before giving the blond a glare. "I'm sure you are, you damn fro-" The Italian couldn't help but jump at a sudden shriek, turning to the source to find a very angry-looking girl standing and glowering at him. 'Shit.' That was just the opposite of what he wanted. If it had hit some other guy in the head, he wouldn't have cared, but a girl?

.. Or not.

"Che!?" he nearly shouted at hearing the voice. So.. it wasn't a girl!? He barely had time to let this sink in before he saw them fling what looked like mashed potatoes. Instinctively, the Italian ducked and covered his head for the impact, but after seeing that it instead hit the frog ahead of him, he let out a short laugh and smirked. "Ha! Serves you right for hitting me in the first place, bastard!" (Forget the fact that he had hit an innocent bystander as well, of course). After the seeing the Frenchman was unlucky enough to be hit mashed potatoes of all disgusting things, he turned his attention back to the girl other male. Not caring about other cultures, he had no idea where the blond's accent came from. He did know, that the last word couldn't have been pleasant.

"Yeah yeah, just shut up and eat already." After the first guy had been gotten back for what he did, Lovino didn't care about the situation anymore. Of course, if he wanted to diffuse it, he could have chosen better words. But, he didn't, and instead chose to rudely reply to the person he hit instead of apologizing. Why? Well he wasn't exactly intimidated by what the pink-shirted student..

[FRANCIS BONNEFOY]

Francis had ducked away in time. "How rude." He scwoled. He hahdn't even had time to apoligize to the Italian. Dieu- no manners at all. Though he was happy that the tomato hadn't hit him. That would've made some nasty stains to remove from his shirt, dieu- that would've been disastrous.

He looked at the person who had been hit by the tomato. It appeared to be a blonde girl. Francis felt slightly sorry for her. Maybe he could- but before he could make an attempt to help the girl she started swearing.

Or should he say he. It was clear to Francis now that the voice was a voice of a male. Though his looks were feminine. Even his clothes, at first sight even Francis couldn't tell it had been a boy. He decided that it was best to leave them alone and fight like barbarians with food.

The next moment he felt smashed patatoes rain down on him. His hair and shirt were no ruined for real. He heard the Italian laugh at him. Francis was mad now. It would take a lot to make the Frenchman angry at someone, but ruining his clothes and hair and also laughing at him, Dieu- zat Italian was dead.

On the table was a can with apple juice. Picking it up and withouth really thinking he threw it right towards the face of the Italian. He didn't quite know what to do with the other guy. It had been an accident but- Francis brushed the smashed patatoes out of his hair. Disgusting.

[ANTONIO CARRIEDO]

Antonio marvelled at the food placed in front of him on his tray. It was all so strange and even though it didn't look that appetizing it was amusing nonetheless. He poked his bread roll and watched it bounces back like jello. Funny, he didn't realize that American bread had jello-like qualities. Spanish bread was much better, but this bread had its own charm to it as well.

Glad he had brought a crate of his own tomatoes from home, even if it had been hard to get through customs for reasons he didn't understand why (It's just tomatoes, si? Why can't I bring tomatoes through customs, señor?), Antonio took one out and started to eat it. He knew his tomatoes wouldn't last forever, but he was hoping to plant his own here and grow them. He'd even brought the seeds from some of his old tomato plants so they'd be the same kind as the ones back home! They'd be his darling Tomato Jr.'s~

He was eating his tomato when suddenly he felt something hit the back of his head and explode in burst of juice causing his face to fall into his food getting the mysterious bread roll stuck to his forehead. Bewildered, he turned around and saw a strange scene that had been going on behind him the entire time. He saw a food-covered blond who was now gaping at him as well as two others. "Ahh, what's going on here? Is there something on my face?" Antonio asked curiously using his hand to reach up at his face somehow missing the bread roll.

[FELIKS ŁUKASIEWICZ]

"OhmigawdI'mlikesosorry!" he blurted out before covering his mouth with his clean hand. "I totally wasn't, like, aiming for you!"

Feliks tugged at his short, schoolgirl skirt and shuffled his feet awkwardly watching his unintended victim because of his hesitance to actually help. He felt guilty, but not bad enough to wipe the food from his clothes and hair. It's a shame...He's pretty well dressed (almost as fashionable as me) and his hair is totally silky looking--or it was. He clenched and unclenched his fists absentmindedly for a moment until he noticed the mushy texture of mashed potatoes between his fingers. The Polish teen made a repulsed face before wiping it off with a napkin.

"Why don't you just..." Feliks began, but stopped when he realized he didn't have a comeback. The crossdresser bit his lip, feeling his face heat up.

Oh my God...this is so embarrassing. Oh my God, is everyone looking at me? Shit, don't cry Feliks! That'd be even worse![/color] The blond held his breath in horror, praying that the tears threatening to roll down his pale cheeks would go away. Once he composed himself, he figured he may as well put up an effort to fight back--no one insulted Feliks Łukasiewicz and got away with it!

"...just...t-take that tomato and shove it!" he finished, though his voice wasn't as confident as he hoped it'd come out.

Feliks couldn't help but grin smugly when the other blond attempted to chuck something else at the Italian. His face fell, however, when it hit someone else entirely. When he turned to look, the innocent guy didn't really seem particularly bothered. The Polish boy couldn't help but notice the new person's perfect tan...and an object that may or may not have been food on his forehead.

"Uhm, you, like, have...something...like, right here." he answered, pointing at his own forehead with a pink painted fingernail.[/size]

[LOVINO VARGAS]

Lovino barely had time to duck before the can flew by, hitting yet another unfortunate student in the process. The Italian would have laughed again at the other's misfortune, but it felt like is luck would run out soon when it came to not being hit with an object not meant for him.

Then there was the girly-male who had just unsuccessfully taunted him. He did feel only a little bad, but that was because a little part of him still believed it could have been a girl with a deep voice.. or something. Dammit, why was he or she cross-dressing anyways? "Jeez, it's just mashed potatoes, even though they do taste like shit," he replied rolling his eyes. It took him a few moments to remember that another person had been unfortunate to have been added to the food fight, and turned to see who it was.

Apparently, a person with a strange attraction to bread. Lovino just scoffed and joined the other student in pointing out the obvious, taking a side glance to the Frenchman to ensure he didn't try to throw anything else in his direction.

[ANTONIO CARRIEDO]

Antonio heard the other blond one's response so he reached up and grabbed the bread roll from his forehead. As he put it back onto his plate he noticed that it once again bounced back into place, looking like it had never been tampered with at all. Amazed he was momentarily distracted and just looked at it for a couple of seconds starry-eyed. He decided he would keep it and would call it "Ferdinand". Realizing he had nearly forgotten about the person who had helped him he turned back and replied, grinning widely, "Ah, so I do. Gracias señorita! But then why am I covered in this juice?"

Looking down he noticed the can of apple juice so he picked up and set it on his table. He wondered to himself why someone would throw a can of juice at his head when suddenly he had the answer. He replied to the three "Ohhh~ Is this like the festival we have in Espagna? We have one that is a biiig tomato fight and it is so much fun to go to! If so then you are all doing it wrong. You need to do it like this!"

Setting his half eaten tomato aside he grabbed three more and quickly tossed them at the three with good aim. Apparently America was going to be more fun than he had first thought!

[FRANCIS BONNEFOY]

Francis had now hit two innocent bystanders. Though the Italian had deserved it, he thought as held his own sandwhich squeezing hard in anger. This Italian bastard. Where were his manners!

He took a deep breathe. Un...deux, trois, trying to calm himself down. He wasn't going to hit the Italian like this. Besides he had to apologise to the spaniard. Who seemed to hold weird interests. He would make the Italian pay for this sooner or later.

He chuckled lightly when the Spaniard stated the obvious. He rushed over to him, offering his handkerchief. "I am zo terribley sorry, mon cher. Zis my and his fault." He said glaring to the Italian.

What the Italian didn't know that Francis was holding orange juice behind his back. When he was done dealing with this funny Spaniard, some orange juice will surely pour down on Lovino. He wouldn't miss this time.

[FELIKS ŁUKASIEWICZ]

Feliks wasn't sure if he should be flattered or offended when referred to as the Spanish word for "miss." He was used to being mistaken for a girl, and until the other person realized he'd simply go along with it. He had already seen the slightly confused expressions of realization on the other two, finding it rather funny. The Polish teen noticed the Spaniard's carefree, unobservant, possibly even "ditsy" personality and just shrugged it off. If anything, it was a compliment; he was pretty enough to be a girl!

Now that the other blond had spoken, Feliks could tell that he was French. I thought French people were like, all snooty and stuff...And like, a food fight is totally one of the least civil, proper things someone can do. He did notice, though, that the Frenchman had apologized to the innocent bystander he'd hit unlike the person who nailed him with a tomato. The blond narrowed his eyes disapprovingly at the Italian before looking back at the Spanish teen.

He raised an eyebrow when the brunette mentioned his strange custom. They have a tomato throwing festival...like, what the hell is the point of that? I mean, like, we had Smigus-Dyngus in Poland, but that's just water! But tomatoes are totally disgusting and messy and--

Before he could finish his thought, though, a 'totally disgusting and messy' red fruit made contact with the front of his head this time. Feliks blinked, breathing evenly and deeply, and tried the counting method again to keep himself under control. Jeden, dwa, trzy. Jeden, dwa, trzy. Jeden, dwa, trzy. Jeden--AARGH! This is like, the second time I've had a tomato thrown at me today! Bóg wie, I effing hate tomatoes!

"Like, of course it, isn't you idiota!" he barked, wiping the innards of the tomato from his face onto the floor. "You can't, like, just throw food at strangers!"

Feliks, of course, totally dismissed the fact he'd also partaken in the food fight. But he hadn't started it, so it was perfectly fine in his book.

_{ooc;
Bóg wie : God knows
Smigus-Dyngus : Polish tradition on Easter Monday where you can throw water on people :3}
idiota : Idiot

[ANTONIO CARRIEDO]

After he had sacrificed three of his tomatoes to show them what a true tomato fight was like, he was slightly disappointed when he missed the Frenchman. And apparently, the blonde hadn't even realized he had thrown a tomato at him. How disappointing~. At least he had hit the other two so his little tomato's sacrifices had not been in vain!

Antonio was slightly surprised when he was offered a handkerchief from the French one. It was a little late since the juice was already starting to dry and get sticky, but he accepted it anyways and tried to at least get his face and hands cleaned off. While doing so he heard the exclamation from the girl who sounded a lot like a boy... Hmm. 'Ah!' he thought to himself, an imaginary lightbulb seeming to appear over his head, 'Perhaps this one is a boy after all!'

Conveniently missing the message of the words yelled at him though, he turned to the Frenchman and replied, "It's no problem! Just aim better next time, si?" After all, when one started something they had to finish it! He'd learned that lesson well enough.

[FELIKS ŁUKASIEWICZ]

Feliks became even more infuriated when the Spanish boy completely disregarded his outburst. If there was one thing that irked him above all else, it was being ignored. Because when you're ignored, what are you supposed to do? Other people already saw you say something and you can't pretend you hadn't, and if you say it again and you're ignored again, it's even more embarrassing. This was one of the things the blonde feared the most: being humiliated in front of everyone.

"H-hey, tomato freak! You can't, like, just ignore me!" he added, still in his usual whiny tone. The Polish boy folded his arms across his ruffly pink top (which was now sticky and disgusting, no thanks to that annoying Italian guy) and pouted, sticking his hip out cheekily.

Feliks half considered throwing something at the Mediterranean and his green eyes darted to his plate, checking for something else he could use. That would get that guy's attention! The idea became more and more appealing as the blonde thought about the idiotic expression he'd probably have.

[Selie Chelsie]

Selie was walking towards the cafeteria to buy something to eat as her stomach was growling.The minute she entered the cafeteria,she regretted to ever stepped in there.She saw a few people there,covered in food and drinks and god-knows-what-else.

'Wait a minute...aren't they...' Her train of thought was stopped when she decided to called out to the group of covered-with-liquids-and-stuff guys.

"Hey guys!What on earth is going on here?!Stop that right now!"