Post by Joshua Strasser on May 9, 2015 0:27:41 GMT -5
Ah, home sweet home: the kitchen.
Josh carefully maneuvered across the clear white tiles, making a huge amount of effort to remain quiet as he was still unsure if he was supposed to be in there, no matter how many times he popped in after dinner. It seemed like a closed-off area reserved for the staff, but no one had ever pointed out or questioned the missing food that was a result of Josh coming in there every night for a quick snack. Maybe more than one quick snack, but that was irrelevant. The fridge was always stocked with leftovers anyways, and Josh was sure they would probably just throw most of it out if he didn't eat it. Regardless, Josh always left the lights off when he entered the kitchen and let the moon light the heavenly path towards the refrigerator, towards the food, just in case he wasn't actually allowed. He had even made sure to clean his shoes before entering the kitchen so that he left no traces behind, and had also turned invisible while walking through the dining hall so late after dinner to prevent others from noticing his eating habits.
The young adult very slowly approached the white treasure chest, eyeing with awe the glint of the silver door handle, placed seemingly intentionally to tempt any one who ventured near it to take a peak inside. Josh expected only high things of the compartment's contents, and he was everything but disappointed when he swept open the door of the humming refrigerator. The bright light inside of the fridge flickered on in reaction to the open door, and cold air flowed around the teenager. It illuminated the area within, revealing all the vegetables, left-over meats, and fishes that Josh could ever have hoped for. If you can imagine anything related to cooking, it was probably in the wondrous, cold shelves of the cooker's glorified treasure chest. Unless you imagined utensils. That would just be a stupid thing to put in a fridge.
After staring in awe for probably two minutes at the contents of the refrigerator, Josh snapped out of his phase and began stocking up his snack pile, getting remains of a shepherd's pie, microwaveable meats, granola bars from drawers, and other seemingly absurd things for his late night snacks. He simply stuff them all into either his shirt or, if they were granola bars, his mouth, fully aware that he would appear probably rather ridiculous to anyone else that might appear. Josh had never seen anyone else down in the kitchen though, so he didn't care much for manners at this point in time. All he could think about was how much food he would need just for the night. He had already got a microwave for his dorm so he had no concerns about the heatable foods, and besides, if he really was that hungry he didn't need to microwave. That was just a suggestion, not a stupid rule to follow. He was so engrossed in his snacks that a Prefect could easily have just walked up to him and slapped him with a fish, and he probably wouldn't have noticed unless they yelled in his ear.
Josh carefully maneuvered across the clear white tiles, making a huge amount of effort to remain quiet as he was still unsure if he was supposed to be in there, no matter how many times he popped in after dinner. It seemed like a closed-off area reserved for the staff, but no one had ever pointed out or questioned the missing food that was a result of Josh coming in there every night for a quick snack. Maybe more than one quick snack, but that was irrelevant. The fridge was always stocked with leftovers anyways, and Josh was sure they would probably just throw most of it out if he didn't eat it. Regardless, Josh always left the lights off when he entered the kitchen and let the moon light the heavenly path towards the refrigerator, towards the food, just in case he wasn't actually allowed. He had even made sure to clean his shoes before entering the kitchen so that he left no traces behind, and had also turned invisible while walking through the dining hall so late after dinner to prevent others from noticing his eating habits.
The young adult very slowly approached the white treasure chest, eyeing with awe the glint of the silver door handle, placed seemingly intentionally to tempt any one who ventured near it to take a peak inside. Josh expected only high things of the compartment's contents, and he was everything but disappointed when he swept open the door of the humming refrigerator. The bright light inside of the fridge flickered on in reaction to the open door, and cold air flowed around the teenager. It illuminated the area within, revealing all the vegetables, left-over meats, and fishes that Josh could ever have hoped for. If you can imagine anything related to cooking, it was probably in the wondrous, cold shelves of the cooker's glorified treasure chest. Unless you imagined utensils. That would just be a stupid thing to put in a fridge.
After staring in awe for probably two minutes at the contents of the refrigerator, Josh snapped out of his phase and began stocking up his snack pile, getting remains of a shepherd's pie, microwaveable meats, granola bars from drawers, and other seemingly absurd things for his late night snacks. He simply stuff them all into either his shirt or, if they were granola bars, his mouth, fully aware that he would appear probably rather ridiculous to anyone else that might appear. Josh had never seen anyone else down in the kitchen though, so he didn't care much for manners at this point in time. All he could think about was how much food he would need just for the night. He had already got a microwave for his dorm so he had no concerns about the heatable foods, and besides, if he really was that hungry he didn't need to microwave. That was just a suggestion, not a stupid rule to follow. He was so engrossed in his snacks that a Prefect could easily have just walked up to him and slapped him with a fish, and he probably wouldn't have noticed unless they yelled in his ear.
