hunger

[hesapiranha.livejournal.com]

[anyone within the range of the kitchen would see a disturbing sight. there are blood drips leading inside it, and the main table is covered with red, the smell of iron in the air. there are bits of....something, and a Saix seems to be cooking.

....there's a crown necklace blood stained on one table.

...anyone want to say "what's cookin', doc?"]

[ooc: YES, I WENT THERE. cannibal!Saix from the fic The Blood Game. Warning, there's a chance that your characters might get eaten.

and oh hay guys, I have class. let's continue this blood game soon. gotta go for now.]

Comments

--wait what WAY TO READ, ME /wrists

[esperingly.livejournal.com]

[--walks into the kitchen and-- lol staring.]

[batofawesome.livejournal.com]

[something smells funny. have a curious little blond looking over at you.]

What'cha doooin'?

lol what is she doin' here.

[hesapiranha.livejournal.com]

[don't you just love the smell of cooked human flesh in the morning?]

[hesapiranha.livejournal.com]

You would have to wait.

[those...things floating in the pot looks a little too...erk.]

[batofawesome.livejournal.com]

[head..tilt.]

Wait for what? What's in there?

I was already logged in as her :|

[esperingly.livejournal.com]

[um. not really-- still staring, here]

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

And what are you cooking~?

[hesapiranha.livejournal.com]

Dinner.

[not looking up. don't step on the bits of flesh all around.]

[hesapiranha.livejournal.com]

Soup.

[do you really want to look in that pot, Anton?]

you horrible person. Cael is killing me now.

[hesapiranha.livejournal.com]

[he'll keep being oblivious then. don't step on that finger near your sandal now, dear.]

/pets Cael? ;_;

[esperingly.livejournal.com]

[oh ew-- that was a sick sick sound that just made.]

*brb getting maimed by my muse*

[hesapiranha.livejournal.com]

[oh, those ears heard that. hello. looking at you now.

...RUN.]

now you know how I usually feel. /watches Anastasia

[esperingly.livejournal.com]

[kind of rooted to the spot, here.]

[batofawesome.livejournal.com]

[yes he does. standing on tiptoe to squint into that pot now, thanks.]

What kiiiinda soup?

*dying/getting choked with a dentata Keyblade*

[hesapiranha.livejournal.com]

One of our guests, I remember? You would have to wait.

[knives near that table are awfully sharp, aren't they?]

[hesapiranha.livejournal.com]

Would you like to sample? [there's something in that grin.]

Esper says D:

[esperingly.livejournal.com]

[oh yes they are-- she'll just be staying away from that table.]

...What do you mean?

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

But who... ... would that be?

[batofawesome.livejournal.com]

[frowns at the soup.]

I dunno, it kinda smells funny.

[hesapiranha.livejournal.com]

[would that crown necklace be any indication, Saix? oddly enough, Saix is still busy cooking.]

[hesapiranha.livejournal.com]

I assure you it, it is palatable.

[and his eyes are discreetly eyeing those knives near his side.]

T_T

[hesapiranha.livejournal.com]

[turns away from her, leering]

The dish in not yet done. I advise you to wait at the table.

[do as he says, or else.....]

[silentinterror.livejournal.com]

...What are you doing?

[batofawesome.livejournal.com]

I dunnoooo. I don't like eating things that smell funny.

[pause.]

Actually I don't eat um, much. Oh hey! Do you know how to make juice?

[hesapiranha.livejournal.com]

Of course. [define 'juice' first, Anton. >:D ]