Post by kytazy on Aug 15, 2012 16:51:45 GMT -5
Back behind the kitchen doors was a catastrophe just waiting to happen. What is this catastrophe you ask? Zane... Zane Kuro.
"Cut damn you." Knife in hand a dark figure stood alone in front of a counter attempting to cut an apple in half, the core proving to apparently be more resistant than originally thought. As pressure was increased the knife suddenly glided cleanly through, followed by a loud stream of cursing as the blade also sliced through skin. It might have been the middle of the day but since it was Sunday, and not quite time for lunch yet, most kids weren't at the Dining Hall so there didn't seem to be anyone around curious enough to find out what happened.
Luckily he had experience with such things already and brought bandages for the inescapable situation that he never seemed to learn from. About once a month ever since he came to Ashford five years ago Zane would come here to work on his cooking skills and about once every month he would sustain minor injuries from having the hand holding whatever he was cutting too close to the knife. It wasn't like he could tell how long the thing was or how close it would be to the delicate pale skin- he was a little bit blind in both eyes. Why the continued torture? Because he enjoyed cooking more than he disliked pain. It was just that simple.
The apple, in his mind, was actually suppose to be an orange. For some reason he would always get those two mixed up.. But! After he finished wrapping up the wound he cleaned the "orange" in case any blood got on it and finished cutting it without another incident. Putting it in a large bowl that contained an assortment of other strange things like some pickles cut up like carrots, the oddest item in the bowl would probably have to be a few sets of shoe strings. Adding the "orange" slices to the bowl he opened up the pre-heated oven, set it in, closed it, then stood by to wait.
After just a few minutes he started to smell smoke and the fire detector soon followed with an annoying series of shrieks. 'ugh stupid machine.' he thought and chucked the knife at it, silencing it. Why did they even bother to keep replacing them? Well, at least it gave him practice with being able to tell where something was by sound alone. 'now back to the oven..'
Upon opening the oven a pillar of smoke billowed out along with a wave of heat that told of the small fire that had started in his strange concoction. A slow hissing sound also came from the pot, as if on the verge of exploding, "Well Shit..." Crossing his arms Zane just stood there and seemed to be glaring at the stove, "Now what..?"
"Cut damn you." Knife in hand a dark figure stood alone in front of a counter attempting to cut an apple in half, the core proving to apparently be more resistant than originally thought. As pressure was increased the knife suddenly glided cleanly through, followed by a loud stream of cursing as the blade also sliced through skin. It might have been the middle of the day but since it was Sunday, and not quite time for lunch yet, most kids weren't at the Dining Hall so there didn't seem to be anyone around curious enough to find out what happened.
Luckily he had experience with such things already and brought bandages for the inescapable situation that he never seemed to learn from. About once a month ever since he came to Ashford five years ago Zane would come here to work on his cooking skills and about once every month he would sustain minor injuries from having the hand holding whatever he was cutting too close to the knife. It wasn't like he could tell how long the thing was or how close it would be to the delicate pale skin- he was a little bit blind in both eyes. Why the continued torture? Because he enjoyed cooking more than he disliked pain. It was just that simple.
The apple, in his mind, was actually suppose to be an orange. For some reason he would always get those two mixed up.. But! After he finished wrapping up the wound he cleaned the "orange" in case any blood got on it and finished cutting it without another incident. Putting it in a large bowl that contained an assortment of other strange things like some pickles cut up like carrots, the oddest item in the bowl would probably have to be a few sets of shoe strings. Adding the "orange" slices to the bowl he opened up the pre-heated oven, set it in, closed it, then stood by to wait.
After just a few minutes he started to smell smoke and the fire detector soon followed with an annoying series of shrieks. 'ugh stupid machine.' he thought and chucked the knife at it, silencing it. Why did they even bother to keep replacing them? Well, at least it gave him practice with being able to tell where something was by sound alone. 'now back to the oven..'
Upon opening the oven a pillar of smoke billowed out along with a wave of heat that told of the small fire that had started in his strange concoction. A slow hissing sound also came from the pot, as if on the verge of exploding, "Well Shit..." Crossing his arms Zane just stood there and seemed to be glaring at the stove, "Now what..?"