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Post by Feliciano Vargas on Apr 23, 2012 17:16:53 GMT -5
Feliciano stares at his plastic plate in disgust, not even touching the plastic cutlery set beside it. Yet another comfort to miss about home- proper ways to eat your food.
However, there was a bigger problem.
The slop sitting in front of him isn't a meal at all. He's not sure what they've even tried to serve up this time, but Feliciano is sure it will taste as bad as it looks. All he wants is a nice meal, like the ones he and his family make at home.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Apr 25, 2012 18:14:46 GMT -5
To be blunt, Arthur's taste buds were nonexistent. However, if one were to tell him that, he might hurl the nearest object at that person. Still, he did know when food wasn't cooked to a perfection that he determined. He did know when food couldn't be considered food anymore and if one to ask for an example, haggis would always come to mind.
As Arthur stared at his plate, he couldn't help but wonder if anyone was just as disgusted as he was. Perhaps, he'd offer to cook and maybe make up some excuse involving it being therapeutic or something along those lines. Though, knowing his luck, it wouldn't quite work out.
He looked over to brunette, who was at the other end of the table. Judging from the untouched "food", Arthur figured the other was just as displeased as he was.
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Post by Yao Wang on Apr 25, 2012 19:09:40 GMT -5
Until after he had nearly inhaled everything on his tray, (even the very thin broth that posed for chicken soup) Yao realizes something. No one else is eating. What's up with these people? Yao asks himself. It dawns on him that maybe not all of them had parents that wouldn't give him anything to eat for days on end, or a drug habit he wasted all of his money on, but still. He makes a face in disgust at the guys not eating, not understanding how they could possibly waste food with a clear conscience. "You guys do know that if you have an eating problem or not, you're gonna have to eat anyway, right? They'll put down that you're displaying 'resistant behavior' or what-the-hell-ever on your chart." He eyes the people in his immediate area, not really expecting a response.
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Post by Feliciano Vargas on Apr 27, 2012 7:06:41 GMT -5
Feliciano looked down at the plate again, then back up to the others sitting near him. Considering food had always been one of his biggest passions, the things they're trying to get him to eat here come across as almost offensive.
"But... this isn't food!" he wailed.
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Apr 27, 2012 17:17:39 GMT -5
Alfred saunters over to the table, plate of food in hand. He takes a seat, taking care to settle himself right in the center of it all, near as many people as he can manage. Sitting down with a big grin, he glances around to see who's near him. Plenty of interesting looking people!! He shoves a huge bite of, er, something in his mouth, he isn't sure what, not that he minds, it all tastes alright to him, and throws himself into the conversation.
"If this isn't food, what is it? I don't think it's too bad, I mean, it sure ain't gourmet but I've never been the fancy type myself." His words are slightly muffled by the food in his mouth, a hint of a southern twang creeping in as he speaks.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Apr 27, 2012 20:19:07 GMT -5
As Arthur continued to eye his food, the more he realized he'd rather eat several plates of haggis or even fast food instead.
Resistant behavior. Arthur certainly did not want anything of the sort to be marked down. No, then he'd never get home. Ever. So, it seemed like he would just have to deal with the hospital food. Surely, it couldn't be all that bad; looks can just be deceiving.
He started to slowly eat his food, trying to decide between just chewing it slowly to make it seem like he was actually enjoying it, or just simply eating it as quickly as he could to not taste anything; in a gentleman-like way of course. To his surprise, Arthur found the food to be tasteless, but the way the food appeared still irked him.
As Arthur continued to eat slowly, he eyed the patient who seemed to be talking with him mouth full. The Englishman wasn't exactly sure what annoyed him more; the fact that the other patient, who happened to be his roommate, wasn't eating with proper manners or that Arthur was actually eating the food. He swallowed the food and gently wiped his mouth with the napkin.
He frowned as he stared at Alfred, "I know the food is simply atrocious, but could you at least attempt to have some sort of manners? You can start by not talking when there's food in your mouth".
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Apr 29, 2012 19:37:48 GMT -5
Alfred opens his mouth to protest but quickly stops himself, not wanting to be reproached again by the Englishman beside him. He swallows down the food, seemingly completely not bothered by the bland, empty taste of it, though he struggles a bit with the texture of it and chases it with a loud sip of juice. He takes a breath, smiling sheepishly. "Sorry, I didn't mean to bother you or anything!! My mama used to tell me all the time that I've got no manners, so instead I just try and be really nice to everyone and hope that it works out the same way, so far it kinda does." He leans back and tips his chair a bit, remaining still for a minute or so, impressive for the young man, before shrugging and dropping the chair back down to four legs. "Kinda." He shrugs again, laughing, before digging into another bite of the food. [ ooc; whooah sorry for being so late on replying! i ended up taking over 2 extra shifts this weekend cause someone quit and they needed a replacement asap ]
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Post by Tino Väinämöinen on Apr 29, 2012 21:47:58 GMT -5
Tino took his time finding his way to the cafeteria, happier to explore by himself than he'd been with the harried and disinterested nurse who'd shown him around before. He'd made mental notes of places to return to after eating, but now his stomach was growling, so it was time to brave the institutional diet.
The room was not crowded. Four diners, one untouched plate, one picked at, one empty and one being more-or-less enthusiastically shoveled away. Food was at least 50% edible, then, not too bad. The little guy with the untouched plate looked almost ready to cry at the offerings, though... maybe he was just sensitive?
Tino grabbed a tray and filled it with... what was it? Glop seemed to fit. Ok, glop. Smelled all right. He stuck a spork in it and carried the tray to the only occupied table. Two deep breaths, resist urge to sit at the opposite end of the room, okay. He took a seat next to a man with particularly prominent eyebrows.
"Hei," he said, and nodded at the table in general, smiling so they'd know he was harmless.
The glop wasn't bad, as it turned out. Bland and not much to look at, but edible.
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