|
|
Post by Marnie Turner on Apr 6, 2012 19:19:18 GMT -5
  Marnie glanced up from the food, taking time to soak up the image of the disastrous kitchen. It was covered in powdered sugar, flower, batter, and all types of liquid she wouldn’t be able to name at this point. She was a wreck. Batter stuck to her hair topped with icing, her clothes were dinged with the powders and dripped with the liquid mixture. Not like it mattered much, she had just stuck on some old clothes. It had been a while since she had made a cake. Usually the little warrior just made cookies or cupcakes, never a cake. The smell of baking cake overcome her taste buds and send them to ultimate heaven. Marnie adored sweet things. She smiled and shook her head at the sight; it would have been hilarious for any onlooker. By now the scent of baking cake had lingered off slightly as it was now cooled and being iced. After she finished with the vanilla ice cream she left it sitting on the middle of the table to finish setting.
She knew she wasn't supposed to be in the kitchen to begin with and could very well get in trouble. She didn't care at this point in time- all she cared about was this sweetness that was filling the room with an amazing aruma.
A small giggle at the sight of the kitchen... Her feet bounced up with her hands pushing on the counter-top. She slide her butt onto the counter to sit for a moment.
Place: The kitchen. Skipping class.
Word Count: 308.
|
|
Darci Webb
New Member
Night Alpha
Call me Salacious, or "Sally"
Posts: 27
|
Post by Darci Webb on Apr 7, 2012 23:20:15 GMT -5
********************
KISSES & CURSES
----------------------------------- Darci was already regretting this. She followed along in her mother's wake as Erika chattered happily with Mrs. Durham, the head administrator. Erika had always been involved in the activities of Greenbriar, ever since Terrence's junior year; even after Darci graduated Erika continued to volunteer whenever her warrior duties allowed her too. She had made friends with many of the staff members of the high school, and Darci suspected volunteering had also become a way for Erika to keep Terrence close. As the two older women chattered and laughed, Darci sighed and pulled a face; she was carrying three tupperware containers of cookies Erika had baked for a bake sale or something, and they were getting heavy. She thought for the fifth time how stupid she'd been for wearing stilettos today, but when she'd put them on, she hadn't expected to be carrying things around her old high school. She didn't often wear heels, she prefered more practical shoes, but she'd been feeling girly today. Ahead of her, the talk died down a bit, and Darci took her chance.
"Mom, I have places I need to be, how much longer are we gonna be here?" Erika turned to look at her daughter with an exasperated sigh. "Darci, relax, the world doesn't revolve around you. We won't be long, but this is important to me, all right?" Darci nodded and looked away, partly frustrated, and partly ashamed for whining. She was the freaking alpha of the Night pack, she had no right to behave like a child. But she really didn't want to be here, especially when she knew Jaime was waiting for her at the park. The conversation continued ahead of her, and she followed quietly. After a few minutes they came to an area of the school she remembered well; they were near the cafeteria, which meant they were near the kitchen. Finally, she could put the stupid cookies down. She was looking around for the kitchen when Mrs. Durham out her hand on the small of her back, and pointed to a door halfway down the hall. "That's the kitchen there, hun. Your mom and I are going to go down to the art room for a bit, go ahead and put the cookies in the kitchen. It was great seeing you again Darci." Darci smiled at her, "Nice seeing you again too Mrs. Durham."
As Erika and Mrs. Durham strode companionably down the hall, Darci turned and headed the opposite way, toward the kitchen doorway. The door was closed, and Darci had to shift the tupperware containers before leaning against the door and twisting the handle. She didn't really know what to expect, she'd never been inside the school kitchen before, but it certainly wasn't what was waiting for her. She swung the door open and froze, gaping in surprise. It looked like pastry chefs had gone to war inside the tiny room. Her eyes slowly took in the whole room, and the smell of baking cake filled her nose and made her mouth water. Finally, she spied a young woman sitting on the counter, with cake batter in her hair a flour all over her clothes. She looked like a student, and Darci assumed it was her who'd made the mess. She laughed a little, and strode into the room, dropping her cookie containers onto the counter. She leaned against the refridgerator and smiled at the girl; she was a werewolf, Darci could smell it. "Skipping class sister? Or are you here legitimately? If so, judging by this mess I don't think you'll be back."
status.complete.count.599.tag.marnieturner.notes.none.
|
|
