Midnight Snack; Open

[Tricia Carlington]

Tricia tip toed down the hall hoping that she could find what she was looking for. Yes, many nights were like this and it was always there but every time she snuck down to the kitchen she feared it wouldn’t be there. For some strange reason she wondered if the kitchen would just up and go one night. Up and go because she loved to snack every night. Yawning she lifted her arms above her head and entwined her fingers together. Her phone gave a small vibrate. Her hands whipped down to grab it. Are you up? -John Of course she was up! She giggled at her brother’s text and flipped open her phone. Uh-duh, why wouldn’t I be up, I’m eating! The distance was killing the two siblings. They had always been the best of friends, but then Tricia had moved to Peck Mansion where she could just be herself, and be normal.

The Junior glanced up to see the door to the kitchen in sight. She smiled as she sprinted across the hall. Opening the door she took a deep breath smelling the remains of the kitchen they had eaten earlier that evening. Another buzz. Can’t sleep. -John Tricia smiled. When they had been younger they always talked to each other in the kitchen when they couldn’t sleep. Sometimes they would bake cookies and eat them all that night. John was the best baker the world would ever see and Tricia envied that. Bake something. Without being there for her younger brother the girl felt helpless. There was no way to talk unless they wanted to talk over the phone but it wasn’t the same… And there was no way to share those cookies.

Tricia glanced up from her phone to see a large fridge before her. Opening it she was blasted with some cold air, but not enough to make her freeze, that’s what freezers were for. Reaching in her hand flipped back out and grabbed her phone. I did last night and we still have cookies left over. Mom thinks I’m gay because of it. Lol -John Tricia flipped her phone and began to text back while reaching in the fridge and grabbing a container of Jell-o. Maybe she has a right to be suspicious. Lol jk, but guess what I’m eating right now? She grabbed a spoon and pulled herself up onto a counter top. Staring blankly at her phone and mindlessly eating her snack it was a surprise to hear a noise coming from near-by. Tricia jumped down and glanced around hoping to catch something but nothing happened like it normally did when something was off. “Hello?”

[/color] she called out wondering if this person or thing was outside of the kitchen. [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

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[Jeannie O'Leary]

Jean wasn't the type to eat in the middle of the night. But she had skipped supper the day before...in demonstration against pot roast...and she was starving. A good snack of jello would hit the spot. She remembered leaving one for her the other day. And, if anybody knew what was good for them, which they usually did, it would still be sitting there waiting for her.

However, it seemed the world decided to say 'f you Jeannie' because as soon as she walked into the kitchen, there was some blond bimbo eating her jello.

Jean stormed up to the counter where the girl was sitting. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

[Tricia Carlington]

Tricia jumped back in suprise at the girl barging in. She remembered that face. "VEGAN ROOMIE!" She shouted out attempting to hug the girl who she shared her room with. She had completely forgotten what the girl had said until she went to take another bite of Jell-o. "Oh, I'm eating Jell-o..." She paused and thought for a moment before slowly saying, "Is it yours?" She held out the half eaten Jell-o and gave a sheepish smile. A loud thrumming noise grabbed her attention. She flicked her gaze over to her Samsung and picked it up. Guessing some sort of cake? -John

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Tricia giggled at the text and flipped open her phone to text back. No pudding, but as my vegan roomie is now yelling at me, i think it was hers. :][/b][/i] The junior smiled up at the other girl. "Sorry if that's your Jell-o, but you really should label it. And I think there's some pie in the fridge." Pie... Such wanna-be cake. No wonder she had grabbed the Jell-o, pie was stinking up the fridge. Who likes pie anyway? Tricia shook the thoughts out of ehr head, sometimes she was such a ditz. She decided it would be better if she paid attention to the girl and less attention to her stomach which did most of the thinking. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

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[Jeannie O'Leary]

Jean's backed up quickly before the strange girl could touch her. Her eyes grew large in disbelief and her mouth hung open for just a moment. Finally she made a slap for the Jell-o attempting to knock it out of the girls hand and splash it onto the floor.

"Yes its mine!" She growled. "And I shouldn't have to label a damn thing! You shouldn't eat shit you didn't put in the fridge yourself! Do you make it a common practice sneaking down here in the middle of the night and stealing other people's food?!"

Jean was fuming, her fists clenched, her chest heaving as she breathed heavily. She'd call this chick a pig, but she'd be afraid of offending her animal friends. And just like that, the conversation was interrupted by a text message. This girl had the attention span of a goldfish.

[Gage Briody]

Sighing loudly, Gage walked down the empty halls to the kitchens. He had finally finished up working. His red button-down flannel was hanging half-open and he was drenched in sweat. Not very attractive. Since he was just getting finished, he decided to grab a bite to eat before going home. Normally, students weren't in the kitchen this late. Of course, he wasn't normally at the school this late. The motor in the lawnmower has blown and he had been up all night replacing it. The school would have bought a new one, but he needed the hours, and it was no big deal. Hard work, but nothing he couldn't handle. Due to his work, his hands and clothes had dark spots from the grease.

Upon walking into the kitchen, he caught the last words. Were these two girls honestly fighting over something left in the fridge? It wasn't really his business. He nodded to them and found his way to the refrigerator, himself. Upon looking inside, all sorts of smells hit him. Some pie, leftover soup, pot roast, chicken, milk. It was almost enough to make someone sick. Right now, it was just tantalizing. He grabbed a platte rplate from the cabinet and loaded it up with a slice of pot roast, a chicken leg, some mashed potatoes, green beans, two biscuits, and a piece of pie to end with. It all went in the microwave. He set the timer for two minutes and turned around, leaning on the counter.

He looked the two girls over. They were pretty, but still young. That didn't mean he couldn't talk to them, though. "So, what are you two doing up so late? Let me guess....can't sleep?" he chuckled lightly, remembering his own excuses when he was still attending the school. The microwave beeped and Gage turned around to extract the hot plate from it. He made one last trip to the refrigerator to add whip cream to the pie. Suddenly, he realized it looked as if he were eating like a pregnant woman. At least he was around other gifteds, though. Sure, not werewolves, he could tell by the scent, but they were still more understanding of his condition than other humans.

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[Acadia Memphis]

Acadia woke, realizing two things. One: It was a little after Midnight. and Two: she forgot to take her meds. Which she needed to do ASAP. She fumbled around quietly in her bag and grabbed the container with her several pills. Quietly she opened the door. She was getting a little more weaker every day. She was going to check into the hospital in about two days time. That way her parents can be here when she goes through all the tests and chemo rounds. She had a splitting headache. She walked to the kitchen when she heard loud voices. great........ this is really helping my headache Walking into the kitchen, she looked at the two fighting over Jello from the looks of it, with tired eyes. It was Jeannie and Tricia. Kind of surprised her considering Gelatin in Jello is made with the hooves of animals. "Uh... you do know the gelatin in Jello is made out of the hooves of animals.?'' she said in a weakish voice. She nodded at Gage, who was eating a huge meal. She rubbed her forehead, with a grimace on her face.

Grabbing a glass, she opened the fridge door, she grabbed the chocolate Milk with her name on it. Poured herself a huge glass. Taking out her medications she slowly started popping the pills in one at a time. Gagging a few times on a few of the pills. After she downed all the pill required for supposedly keeping her leukemia in check, she stood there, holding her hand in front of her mouth. It was quite common with her to vomit after a while. As the meds while working on killing the disease, made you sick to your stomach. After a minute or two. She looked up to see all three pairs of eyes one her. "Sorry... If I don't take the bloody meds I'll just get sicker. Hell... I've been getting weaker and weaker every day. Why the fuck- I'm shutting up'' Slowly Acadia slid down the wall she was leaning on, sitting on the ground. Not really caring if the ground was dirty. She needed to get off her feet. Staring at the wall in front of her with a blank look on her pale face, her knees bent, forearms dangling over her knees. Not feeling like getting up to get her pill case, using her telekinesis, her pill case floated to her hands. She struggled to get up. She managed to do so. Putting her chocolate milk in the fridge, she closed the fridge door.

[Jeannie O'Leary]

With the sudden appearance of two night intruders...correction...as soon as Gage walked into the room, Jeannie's attitude diminished and her evil glares were replace with a sweet smile. Normally Jeannie was against males being at the school. In fact, she and her protesting posse had led several demonstrations against the male species in the school trying to turn Peck Mansion into a boarding school for girls. However, according the Jeannie, the only thing wrong with Gage was that he wasn't younger.

"Something like that..." She answered him sweetly. "Ti and I were protesting against the pot roast this evening and I was a little hungry so I came to eat my jell-o." Then, due to Acadia's remark she added, "I made it myself. It's made with cornstarch, water, cherry juice, and agar-agar...not animal hooves."

She ignored the inevitable vomiting display from Acadia. It wasn't that she wanted to be rude...she just didn't want to puke herself. She didn't really know Acadia that well. Every time she turned around, the girl was gone into the hospital again.

Jean scooted down the counter a little closer to Gage. She liked him, and it wasn't just because of his looks...which were very nice. But it was also because he was more animal than human. Because of this he plucked away at her heartstrings like no other man could. And she felt more connected to him, considering he was one of the only men she could communicate telepathically to.

She looked down at his overly full plate. It was full of meat. But she supposed a wolf's got to eat something and greenery didn't work well with their stomachs. "Hard day at work?" She asked her eyes scaling his food and his 'dirty' demeanor.

[Acadia Memphis]

Acadia merely stated "Ahh. Then I can see why you are possessive of your jello.'' at Jeannie's statement that she made her own Jello. She she started to walk to the door. With a sigh, she opened the door and said a weak, ''Night'' and a wave over her shoulder, she walked out the door. Acadia started the long walk back to her dorm. Stopping, she rushed into the nearest bathroom and vomited. Dry heaving a few times before it stopped completely. Stepping out of bathroom stall, she wiped her face. Sighing she frowned, sighing again, she washed her hands and face. She stepped out into the hall again and started up the stairs to the dorms. Outside, it suddenly started to rain, wind howling.

Gently opening the door to her dorm, she stepped inside. she heard one of her roommates ask is she were ok. ''I'm Ok.'' she said softly, not wanting to wake up the other. ''Forgot to take my meds is all.'' She got back into bed. Once she fell asleep, the rain outside stopped, the moon peaking out from behind the clouds.

[Tricia Carlington]

A guy unknown to Tricia walked in after listening to a minute of their yelling he began to get food. For a while Jeannie dropped her attitude and went towards him. You know you shouldn't just eat what you want from the fridge -John. The girl glanced up as someone else came in. Her attention didn't change long though soon she was back to her phone. REALLY? This is a school, I can't help it when people leave food in the fridge unlabelled! I label all of my pizza boxes. Tricia glanced up as the girl who had walked in slid to the floor. Wasn't her name Acadia? She half listened to the conversation going on but mainly shut it out. She was thinking about the pepperoni pizza she had left in the fridge jsut the other day... Maybe it was still there.

As Acadia left Tricia remembered the words just said. 'Sorry... If I don't take the bloody meds I'll just get sicker. Hell... I've been getting weaker and weaker every day. Why the fuck- I'm shutting up' Tricia jumped up into the air and sprinted down the hall. "Acadia? Acadia? I might be able to help you!" Running down the dorm wing she didn't see the sick girl anywhere. Saddened she stopped and glanced at her phone. Why didn't you just eat some pizza then? -John. Tricia rolled her eyes and moved to her dorm room. Because I've had pizza for the past couple of days... Jell-o sounded good and there wasn't a leftover cake anywhere. ;P

Tricia began to walk back to the kitchen wanting more food but unsure what to eat with the cranky vegan still in the room. Maybe she left on the juniors erupt exit. What a suprise to ehr that Tricia would be returning. She pulled out her phone reading the most recent text. Mom's here. -John. A few words made her heart twist. Their mother was always wanting them to take sleeping pills and stop baking in the middle of the night and pigging out. She thought it was abnormal, but just look at the schools kitchen, filled with students. Tell her I said leave my brother the fuck alone. Love ya, good luck! Tricia reached out for the kitchen door and stopped while she was pushing it open. What if the people in the kitchen didn't want her to return?

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[Jeannie O'Leary]

Jeannie glanced up at the girl who had snatched her Jell-o, no longer mad about it.

"You find her?" She asked sort of nonchalantly. She couldn't say that it actually bothered her that Acadia left. But she wasn't going to say that she didn't feel sorry for her. There were just some things people shouldn't have to go through. Leukemia was one of them. Jean's mom had always told her though that it doesn't matter what happens, fate only dishes out what you can handle even if it seems like you can't at the time. You just have to take it day by day and hope for the best. Jean half wondered if Acadia liked vegan food...she may make her a dish.

[Gage Briody]

Always the strong, silent type, Gage remained mostly silent. He couldn't help but laugh a couple times at the girl's exchange. Then a girl came in, looking sick. She even smelled sick. It was just something he could tell. The smell of her blood was slightly different. Gage wasn't sure how to react to the girl almost vomiting, so he kept quiet about it. He didn't want to be rude, but he also didn't want to say something stupid. He had a habit of trying to comfort people only to make them mad. Also, high school girls were a tough crowd. He didn't blame them. He could smell the pheromones rolling off of the redhead. He knew her name was Jeannie. They had talked once while he was in his wolf form. Still, gage tried not to be too social with the girls in the school. There was no set rule about it, but he was sure it wouldn't look good if he were to date a sixteen year old.

Gage had just taken a bite of his pot roast, along with a heap of mashed potatoes. His mouth was stuffed when Acadia ran out of the room looking upset. That was on of the reasons hgih school girls were dangerous. Of course, he couldn't really blame her for being moody, but it was generally just a girl thing form what he had learned. The blonde girl ran after the sick girl, leaving Gage with Jeannie for a minute. He was half-expecting her to talk his ear off, and the blonde came back in. Jeannie's voice was suddenly sweet and he wondered what exactly the dark-haired one had, or was going through. From the concerned tones, he figured it was more serious than just PMS. There was only one way to find out.

After chewing his food and swallowing, he opened his mouth to talk while wiping it with a napkin. "What's wrong with your friend? Not to be rude, just wondering." His voice was even tired. This time, he went back to his plate for a smaller bite, finding that most of the plate was gone already. Gage ate extremely fast when he wasn't the one talking. Plus, his appetite was a little more than above average. Sometimes he swore he grew another stomach.

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[Jeannie O'Leary]

Jeannie turned her head toward Gage keeping her eyes fixed on the counter. She wasn't one to feel nervous when talking about other people behind their back. But Acadia was different. She figured it was probably the fact that she might die that made her so queasy. It was as if anything she said about her could be permanent and she wouldn't have a chance to take it back. Jean realized she really shouldn't think that way. She was supposed to look at life positively. But, facing facts, the girl was sick all the time...

"Leukemia." She said shortly. She tried to occupy her attention to Gage's plate. It was amazing how fast some animals could eat. Hell, it took her nearly forty-five minutes to munch down a stupid celery stick. This guy had eaten half the refrigerator in a matter of seconds.

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[Tricia Carlington]

Tricia looked at Jean who had changed her attitude completely since she had left. She shook her head no. Acadia hadn't been found, and nor had her brother text back. The mechanic asked what was wrong with Acadia. Really Tricia had no clue but still she wanted to help ease the pain. Luckily the vegan answered something about cancer. Terrible. She knew the fate of cancer, and in fact her father had lung cancer. She could really connect with the girl now... If only she could be found. Maybe later she would find Acadia wandering around the school and she could help her then. Tricia followed Jean's gaze to the guy's plate. Didn't he just fill it up? Holy shit! And she thought she ate fast. Moving over to grab a plate and some extra pizza the junior filled with hunger. Watching someone else eat just made her stomach ache for food. Grabbing the pizza from the fridge she lazily walked over to the microwave where she punched random numbers and started it.

Tricia smiled as the microwave heated her pizza. Most of the time when she heated something up it was just pressing random numbers and hoping nothing happened to the food inside. Everytime it was piping hot and often needed to cool down. Only once had her food exploded because of the heat, and that was nachos when she was fifteen... Just the year before it had been another lonely night when she had put her snack in for an extra minute or two. While texting a large pop wzas heard all over the building and inside the microwave there was cheese all over. She felt sorry for whoever had to clean up that. She smiled at the memory. That was when she learned nothing was to be put into the microwave for more than five minutes.

Tricia heard the beeping noise from the machine and pulled out her plate. Setting it down she glanced at her phone. She says to stop texting that bitch who left us. -John Tricia giggled. That hadn't lasted as long as last time. The time before thier mother had given John a twenty minute lecture and grounded him from his phone for weeks just because he had been texting her. Lol, is she drunk or something? Mom's not one to cuss. Tricia picked up her plate that was hot to the touch and moved over to where she had been sitting before. "So, ummm..." she said deciding that some small talk was needed, "What's your name?" Her question was directed to the mechanic standing in the kitchen and she hoped he knew that.

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[Gage Briody]

The word hung in the air like some sort of show-stopping number. Gage immediately frowned, still chewing. He swallowed and said the only thing he could. There wasn't much to say about the fact, because Leukemia wasn't exactly the easiest thing to talk about. It was also just there. There were treatments, but it was all just a shot in the dark most of the time. Nothing was solid. "That's too bad." His words were quiet, almost a whisper. In that moment, he had felt truly sorry for not taking more notice of her, or helping her get back to her room. Maybe.

Even if he had offered help, there was a chance she wouldn't take it. He made a mental note to apologize to her sometime, hopefully in a non-threatening manner. The last thing he wanted to do was make her feel worse than she already did. When she had come into the kitchen, she didn't look like she was feeling a hundred percent at all. She looked like she was going to get sick, actually.

He heard one of the girls say something, though he hadn't really been paying attention. It got abnormally quiet, and he got the feeling that all eyes were on him. He looked up to find just that. Gage swallowed a mouthful of food and answered, "Oh, I'm Gage. I guess you could say I'm the fix-it guy. I graduated here a couple years ago. Don't really have anywhere to go. So, I just stayed. In all that time, I've seen the headmaster twice. Once when I came here...once when I asked for a job." He stopped and took a small bite, nearly inhaling it. "That guy is a total mystery."

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[Zane Darvo]

Zane was walking quietly thought the halls. His footfalls barely audible. His ipod Touch headphones in his ears. Listening to a playlist his sister made for him. He still loved all those songs. His tall 6ft 4in frame, on the skinny side, his legs making huge strides. His sweat pants hanging a bit low on his hips. his wife beater clung to is torso. His hand unconsciously went to the tattoo on his bicep, running his hand over his sisters name. His lackluster eyes fulled with sadness. On his way down the kitchen, he saw Acadia walking by him. She had waved, giving her a faint smile he waved back. She was a gorgeous girl. Not even he would deny it. With a sigh he silently entered the kitchen. Seeing Tricia, Jeannie and a guy named Gage sitting there talking. He said a quite 'Hello', he sighed and opened the refrigerator. He looked at what was in it. Running a hand through his short shaggy hair. He grabbed an assortment of fruits from his bin. An apple, banana, Grapes, peach.

Grabbing the cutting board he brought from home, small knife, and bowl. Pulling out his earbuds, he stared a bit to long at the knife before cutting up the fruit. Cutting the fruit, his mind drifting. He was cutting the last fruit when he didn't really notice when he cut his finger. He felt a slight pain. Looking down, he saw a small cut on his finger. Lifting it to his mouth, he sucked on the small cut. Dannati, merda, Fuck, Bit- Er... Sorry'' he said softly cursing in Italian, his Italian accent clear. He sometimes had the tendency to name every curse he knew when he got annoyed or cut himself by accident. Even after all the years in the USA, he still had an heavy Italian accent. Throwing the contaminated fruit in the trash. He ran the cut under cold water, for a few minutes, after thoroughly rinsing the board and knife. It stopped bleeding. He still grabbed a small piece of paper towel and wrapped it around the cut. Getting out another banana, he proceeded to cut it up and add it to the fruit salad he was making. Walking back to the fridge, he opened the door again, grabbed the Maple syrup. Closing it again he poured out a large amount of syrup over the fruit. Grabbing a fork he leaned his tall frame against the wall, he started eating. Having before placed those earbuds in his ears again, he let out another sigh. He had the sudden urge to paint. He frowned. He knew it would have to wait until tomorrow. He kept eying the others, somewhat warily.