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thecapitol2014-04-05 12:16 am
thisonetime_withkeith) wrote in thecapitol2014-04-05 12:16 am
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It ain't cracker barrel but it'll do
Who| Ellis and YOU
What| Ellis is hungry and finds the kitchen
Where| The kitchen
When| Presently
Warnings/Notes| Nah
Some people, after showing up at a place and being told that they would have to go off and kill people in an arena, would be in shock. Maybe even upset. Some might even try and rebel, or at least cause a scene. Especially when the signs were everywhere- the small arena that had happened so recently, the people watching in excitement as other people died.
But not Ellis. Of course for a while he'd wandered around confused and wondering when he would get the results of his American Idol audition- because obviously that was the thing in front of the Gamemakers. He'd be a star, he just knew it. He didn't pay much attention to what was going on beyond that.
Until he found the kitchen.
It happened by chance, as he wandered around the building. When he made his way into it, he wasn't expecting much. Back home, most of the stores and houses had been raided, or all of the food had spoiled. He hadn't expected to find much. So when he opened a cabinet and found food- lots and lots of food, his mouth dropped open.
"Ho. ly. Shiiit."
His words were enunciated dramatically, his tone full of awe. He hadn't ever seen so much food. Or, well. He had! Before the zombie apocalypse and stuff. But even then, nothing quite like this. A quick jog over to the fridge showed that yes, it too was full of food.
"I'm in heaven," he said, and it sounded like he might be about to cry. "I ain't got rescued, I died and went to heaven. Oh my god."
What happened next was a blur to Ellis. It was a flurry of food, an explosion of taste. Within a half hour, he had pasta cooking, he had some soup heating in a separate pot. He had some hot pockets cooking in the microwave. Several packs of cookies open and half eaten.
Anyone who happened to find him at that moment would see him reaching into a box of cereal, before cramming a handful of it into his mouth. He seemed, for the moment, to have forgotten about all of the things he had cooking on the stove or in the microwave, as he let out what sounded like the most content groan as he chewed his mouth of cereal.
"Mffmg thsishthe besht," he said through his mouthful, his eyes closed in bliss as he crammed more into his mouth.
What| Ellis is hungry and finds the kitchen
Where| The kitchen
When| Presently
Warnings/Notes| Nah
Some people, after showing up at a place and being told that they would have to go off and kill people in an arena, would be in shock. Maybe even upset. Some might even try and rebel, or at least cause a scene. Especially when the signs were everywhere- the small arena that had happened so recently, the people watching in excitement as other people died.
But not Ellis. Of course for a while he'd wandered around confused and wondering when he would get the results of his American Idol audition- because obviously that was the thing in front of the Gamemakers. He'd be a star, he just knew it. He didn't pay much attention to what was going on beyond that.
Until he found the kitchen.
It happened by chance, as he wandered around the building. When he made his way into it, he wasn't expecting much. Back home, most of the stores and houses had been raided, or all of the food had spoiled. He hadn't expected to find much. So when he opened a cabinet and found food- lots and lots of food, his mouth dropped open.
"Ho. ly. Shiiit."
His words were enunciated dramatically, his tone full of awe. He hadn't ever seen so much food. Or, well. He had! Before the zombie apocalypse and stuff. But even then, nothing quite like this. A quick jog over to the fridge showed that yes, it too was full of food.
"I'm in heaven," he said, and it sounded like he might be about to cry. "I ain't got rescued, I died and went to heaven. Oh my god."
What happened next was a blur to Ellis. It was a flurry of food, an explosion of taste. Within a half hour, he had pasta cooking, he had some soup heating in a separate pot. He had some hot pockets cooking in the microwave. Several packs of cookies open and half eaten.
Anyone who happened to find him at that moment would see him reaching into a box of cereal, before cramming a handful of it into his mouth. He seemed, for the moment, to have forgotten about all of the things he had cooking on the stove or in the microwave, as he let out what sounded like the most content groan as he chewed his mouth of cereal.
"Mffmg thsishthe besht," he said through his mouthful, his eyes closed in bliss as he crammed more into his mouth.