Soup for the Hungry Soul [[OPEN]]

cassandrine
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Soup for the Hungry Soul [[OPEN]] Nov 17, 2012 21:19:00 GMT -5

Post by cassandrine on Nov 17, 2012 21:19:00 GMT -5

Cassandrine was starving. Not literally starving - not as she had seen some of the children doing in other parts of the district, not as she heard almost everyone in some of the poorer districts suffered- no, just feeling slightly faint after a long long day with little on her stomach. The smells from the center of town were churning her stomach, "Eat me, eat me!" each of the foods in the windows seemed to be crying. Funny, because now she could smell the food even over the constant smog of the nearby factories.
Soup- a delicious bowl of soup with fresh bread at the bakery. That seemed splendid. But wait, wait - porridge with a bit of fruit chopped up into it. Fruit - such an expensive luxury, but so worth it! Choices, choices. Staring around blankly, trying to give a thought as to what she might possibly want, Cassandrine rattled the coins in her hand. 'Well if I get the soup now, I should have enough money for a half loaf to bring home.' Thinking how her sisters, particularly Kiri, would enjoy a fresh loaf of bread - particularly if it was that one with cheese and herbs- Cassandrine entered the bakery, already impatient to get started on her meal.
"I'll have whatever smells so good," she announced to the owner upon entering, and within seconds the steaming bowl of soup was hers. It was a bit runny for her taste- but sausage and a bit of peas! Oh, it smelled to die for! Gladly, she forked over the money, gathered the bowl and the half loaf, and took a seat in one of the small tables by the window.
Dipping the bread - some sort of honey wheat, shame the cheese loaves were out- into the soup, she stared thoughtfully out at the people passing by, wondering what each of them was doing today. It was too pretty to be just heading off to work.

Wispy
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It's a perfectly healthy obsession *hides shrine*

Soup for the Hungry Soul [[OPEN]] Jan 9, 2013 18:47:34 GMT -5

Post by Wispy on Jan 9, 2013 18:47:34 GMT -5

Linden Hemens

This place, these people, he knew he didn't belong here. He didn't belong in this picture of Peacekeepers rambling on to one another, shoveling food in their mouths. Or with the nicely clothed couple deciding what patiently, detailed designed cake to choose for their wedding. He was like a scratch, a smudge, the stain that the painter never meant to make. It was who he was. No matter what he did or where he went, he couldn't change that.

"Can I help you boy?"

Linden looked up at the raspy voiced man. Discreetly wiping his grease stained hands on his pants. God, he hated the very smell of the stuff and his work didn't exactly help his phobia.

"Er, yeah. I'll take two loaves, please," He said, fumbling with the money in his pocket.

The Baker just looked at him through squinted eyes. His mouth carved into a frown and his overly bushy eyebrows screwed together. Almost as if openly saying 'There's no way someone like you could afford that.' Linden tensed. "Let it go man," He urged himself. Through gritted teeth he roughly slammed the money onto the counter.

"Two loaves, please,"

The Baker eyed the money like it was a poison of some sort. Like the smallest touch would render him dead or some other unspeakable horror. It took every bit of self control Linden had left in him to not just reach across the counter and strangle the man. Oh, one of these days he knew he would snap and not care who was in his way. But for now, he had to smother what he felt.

Surely enough, the Baker pulled out a bag of two freshly baked loaves from under the counter. All the while mumbling something about stolen money. Linden snatched the bag from him. Like his action would prove some kind of stupid point in his stupid brain.

"Thank you,"

Charries:
Fawn Lockens D10~ Linden Hemens D9~ ~~Ashby Twillken D8~~~ Joelle Grayce D6~ Auden Ryder D4~ Luella Kingsley D8~ Citrine Hale D1~ Jarrah Galvon D12~

mara0107
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Soup for the Hungry Soul [[OPEN]] Jan 31, 2013 17:08:21 GMT -5

Post by mara0107 on Jan 31, 2013 17:08:21 GMT -5

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Luckily her parents were not at home as Kiara stopped by their house to grab some money and clean clothes. She left a bag of dirty clothes in her room knowing that they would be washed, dried and ironed next time she returned. Even though her mother always yelled at her not to leave her dirty stuff at home and told her that it was the last time she cleaned them for her, her clothes were always washed when she returned. Her mom was so predictable and inconsequent. When she walked through the kitchen, Kiara stopped at the fridge. She opened the heavy door and smiled. Her parents must have just filled it up because the shelves were full of wrapped cheese, ham and other delicious things. Great, the others from the Pride would love a good meal. Kiara stuffed as much as she could into her backpack and closed the fridge again before digging through the other cupboards for bread or other food. She found a bar of chocolate and smiled as she let it slip into her backpack. That was a rare treat! Her parents for sure wouldn’t be happy when they returned and found the fridge almost empty but Kiara couldn’t care less. She was already a pure disappointment for her parents and they didn’t grew tired of telling her.

She left the house with a backpack full of food, a bag full of clean clothes, one of her favorite lipsticks and a pocket full of money. Kiara intended to stop by the bakery to grab some fresh bread, because that was the only thing she didn’t find in her parents kitchen. She entered the small shop and the smell of fresh bread and soup greeted her. Her mouth started watering. With a pocket full of money and the perspective of being able to go back to her parents house to get more, she walked straight to the counter and ordered two loafs of dark bread. While she waited for the man behind the counter to pack the loafs into a bag, she looked around and caught sight of a girl dipping bread into a bowl of soup. “I’ll have a soup as well. And I’ll take one of those bread roll.” , she said as the man handed her the bread. She counted a few coins in his hands and waited for him to hand her the soup. It was a pea and sausage soup. Simple but good. Balancing the bowl in her hand, she made her way towards the girl sitting at the table and almost bumped into a boy who seemed to be in a hurry to get out of the bakery. “Oops. Careful!” , she said while saving her soup from spilling all over the floor.

Than she made her way to the table and sat down on the chair across from the girl. She didn’t ask if it was ok for her to sit down. Kiara was arrogant and ignorant enough to think that whatever she did was fine for others. She ripped her bread roll into two halves and started to dip it as well. The soup lacked a bit of salt but over all it was good and it warmed from the inside. “Not bad.” , she commented half for herself and half directed at the other girl before eating another spoonful of soup.