Sneaky Snack [Balba/invite]

[Chamuel]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #FAFAFA;] [STYLE=height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: -10px; border: 3px solid #98B2BC; margin-left: 150px; background-image: url(http://i1237.photobucket.com/albums/ff473/meniphicons/FaiYuui/Faiab.jpg); border-radius: 100px;][/style] [STYLE=height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-left: 255px; border: 3px solid #98B2BC; margin-top: -106px; background-image: url(http://i1237.photobucket.com/albums/ff473/meniphicons/FaiYuui/Faiab.jpg); border-radius: 100px;][/style][STYLE=margin-left: 10px; margin-top: -27px; text-align: left; font-size: 23px; font-family: times new roman; text-transform: lowercase; color: #8BA4AE;]AND EVERY HEART[/style][STYLE=margin-top: -7px; text-align: justify; font-size: 33px; font-family: times new roman; text-transform: lowercase; color: #8BA4AE; letter-spacing: 1px; background-color: #EEEFF1; text-align: right; border-top: 1px dotted #98B2BC; border-bottom: 1px dotted #98B2BC; padding-right: 10px; line-height: 25px;]DRAGS ME AWAY.[/style][STYLE= margin: 15px; background-color: #EFF3F5; padding: 15px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #233339; text-align: justify;]It was a little bit after hours. No one really should of been in the school's cafeteria. After all, the students and even the faculty knew the rules. No food unless it was something from one of those machines they had or it was time for a meal. Despite the rules a few slight noises came from just within the kitchen. A small form moved quickly avoiding the sight of the few camera's. A very hungry theater teacher was withing the walls of the school's cafeteria. He was glad at least that there weren't sound detectors in the place, otherwise his stomach would be picked up he was quite sure. He had stayed after one of his classes to help a student with a project for his class and had found very soon that he had missed the meal time. Of course the student who stayed behind had eaten earlier, so only the blonde was left hungry. At least he had tried talking to the cafeteria staff. It just hadn't worked. He had pleaded and pleaded and even his stomach had as well. They just wouldn't budge saying something about students doing the same if they let him. He had of course just whined a bit. Okay, so he would be honest, he had tried to just let the feeling of hunger go. He couldn't help it. He was just to hungry. So here he was going through the kitchen. The blonde let a low sigh out as he opened the fridge. " Man.. i don't like feeling like the bad guy... but i'm just starving." he mumbled to himself. He looked through the fridge and got something small not wanting to take anything expensive and just enough to make the hunger pass. "I just hope no one see's me." he said to himself.[/style][STYLE=margin-top: -15px; letter-spacing: 2px; color: #98B2BC; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]made by kiwii at btn![/style]

[Beelzebub]

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[atrb=style, background-image: url('http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/grey-parchment.jpg'); border-right: 1px dotted #1C1C1C; border-top: 3px solid #1C1C1C; border-left: 1px dotted #1C1C1C; border-bottom: 3px solid #1C1C1C; border-bottom-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-right-radius: 50px;] [STYLE=float: right; border: 4px solid #1C1C1C; width: 90px; height: 90px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: -60px;][/style] [STYLE=float: right; border: 4px solid #1C1C1C; width: 90px; height: 90px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: -60px;][/style][STYLE= margin-top: -57px; margin-right: 200px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 23px; color: #FFFFFF; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #151515; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: left;]I AM NOT IMMUNE,[/style] [STYLE=float: left; text-align: justify; margin-top: -64px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 214px; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; color: #1C1C1C; opacity: 0.7; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 10px; letter-spacing: -1px;]I ONLY WANNA BE LOVED, BUT I FEEL SAFE BEHIND THE FIREWALL. CAN I LOSE MY NEED TO IMPRESS? IF YOU WANT THE TRUTH, I NEED TO CONFESS: I AM NOT ALRIGHT, I'M BROKEN INSIDE, BROKEN INSIDE. AND ALL I'VE GONE THROUGH, IT LEADS ME TO YOU.[/style] [STYLE=width: 330px; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; background-color: #F7F7F7; color: #1C1C1C; padding: 18px; text-align: justify; border-top: 3px solid #1C1C1C; margin-top: 42px; border-bottom-left-radius: 30px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px;]As one might imagine, being the Archdemon of Gluttony assured that said person was going to be quite hungry. That and it just gave Beelzebub a pretty good darn excuse -- to himself at least -- to go out and get food. Of course he knew the rules. No late hours, no wandering around after dark, stay in your dorm, miss a meal and you're screwed, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera, blah blah blah blah blah. He pretty much stopped listening at this point. Bad for a teacher, he knew, but he didn't care. If it came to food -- if it came to rules in general, but particularly food -- he wasn't bound to listen unless it benefited him. And it didn't; So he wasn't going to listen. If someone asked him to quote the rules he would be at a loss. So it turned out that Chamuel wouldn't be the only person sneaking around the halls this night. In fact, it was rather a hobby of the blackette's. Mark down the locations of the cameras, determine the best path to the cafeteria, pick hiding places along that path, wait until late at night and leave the teacher dorms, make sure no one was awake, creep out into the hallway, avoid cameras, avoid people, get to cafeteria, get the food. It always worked, he never encountered anyone. And if he did, he would just tell them that he thought he heard something so he came to investigate to make sure no students were causing trouble. Perfect. And so he crept through the dark halls tonight, silent as a ninja, stealthy, careful, unseen. He made no noise. And this is how he made his way to the cafeteria the entire time. No one noticed him, no one woke up, no one was in the hallways. He gave a small chuckle as he walked into the kitchen, only to see. . . Only to see. . . "Oi, what the hell are you doing up?" he demanded. Of course he would run into him. . . When didn't he? he thought bitterly. [/style]

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[Chamuel]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #FAFAFA;] [STYLE=height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: -10px; border: 3px solid #98B2BC; margin-left: 150px; background-image: url(http://i1237.photobucket.com/albums/ff473/meniphicons/FaiYuui/Faiab.jpg); border-radius: 100px;][/style] [STYLE=height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-left: 255px; border: 3px solid #98B2BC; margin-top: -106px; background-image: url(http://i1237.photobucket.com/albums/ff473/meniphicons/FaiYuui/Faiab.jpg); border-radius: 100px;][/style][STYLE=margin-left: 10px; margin-top: -27px; text-align: left; font-size: 23px; font-family: times new roman; text-transform: lowercase; color: #8BA4AE;]AND EVERY HEART[/style][STYLE=margin-top: -7px; text-align: justify; font-size: 33px; font-family: times new roman; text-transform: lowercase; color: #8BA4AE; letter-spacing: 1px; background-color: #EEEFF1; text-align: right; border-top: 1px dotted #98B2BC; border-bottom: 1px dotted #98B2BC; padding-right: 10px; line-height: 25px;]DRAGS ME AWAY.[/style][STYLE= margin: 15px; background-color: #EFF3F5; padding: 15px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #233339; text-align: justify;]Well so far, everything was running rather smoothly he had to admit. He wasn't really used to this sort of thing. After all he was supposed to be setting the example. He couldn't help it though.. he was so hungry. What was he to do? Go and starve in his room? Of course that would be the right thing to do. But, he had heard that he had gotten a new roommate and he didn't think they would be up to listening to his stomach complain at him all night, so he might as well get it over with right? He kept giving himself reasons, plans that made what he was doing okay. He knew it wasn't but still, there it went again, the list of reasons. He frowned a bit at his own carelessness. He should of helped his student but he should of also thought ahead, then he wouldn't be in this situation at all. Well, things were for certain, he wasn't going to be making this mistake again. He didn't like the feeling of doing this, it felt like he was stealing which technically he was. That wasn't the worst part about it though. The theatre teacher couldn't help but feel someone was watching him... The words hit him like someone dragging a baseball bat at his face. He completely flipped out. First off he didn't expect it, and second.. he didn't want to get caught! The blonde yelped out of fear and unfortunately the game he had gotten from the fridge went flying as well. Right at.... the other male. Oh goodness sakes, could this get any worse? The angel should of known better than that. He.. forgot that he had opened the pudding cup that was flying at the man now. No doubt it would be all over him. His blue hues flickered a bit and he turned to him. "I-I'm sorry! I-I didn't meant to! I was just hungry cause i missed the meal to help a student. Aieeeee! Sorry about that cup." he continued on his small rant and finished a bit away from him. After all the blonde hadn't realized just who the male in front of him was yet. Just another staff member was all he thought of him. Though, he couldn't help but notice the guy blended into the darkness pretty well. It made him wonder... would he possibly join his production of dracula? [/style][STYLE=margin-top: -15px; letter-spacing: 2px; color: #98B2BC; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]made by kiwii at btn![/style]

[Beelzebub]

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[atrb=style, background-image: url('http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/grey-parchment.jpg'); border-right: 1px dotted #1C1C1C; border-top: 3px solid #1C1C1C; border-left: 1px dotted #1C1C1C; border-bottom: 3px solid #1C1C1C; border-bottom-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-right-radius: 50px;] [STYLE=float: right; border: 4px solid #1C1C1C; width: 90px; height: 90px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: -60px;][/style] [STYLE=float: right; border: 4px solid #1C1C1C; width: 90px; height: 90px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: -60px;][/style][STYLE= margin-top: -57px; margin-right: 200px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 23px; color: #FFFFFF; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #151515; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: left;]I AM NOT IMMUNE,[/style] [STYLE=float: left; text-align: justify; margin-top: -64px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 214px; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; color: #1C1C1C; opacity: 0.7; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 10px; letter-spacing: -1px;]I ONLY WANNA BE LOVED, BUT I FEEL SAFE BEHIND THE FIREWALL. CAN I LOSE MY NEED TO IMPRESS? IF YOU WANT THE TRUTH, I NEED TO CONFESS: I AM NOT ALRIGHT, I'M BROKEN INSIDE, BROKEN INSIDE. AND ALL I'VE GONE THROUGH, IT LEADS ME TO YOU.[/style] [STYLE=width: 330px; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; background-color: #F7F7F7; color: #1C1C1C; padding: 18px; text-align: justify; border-top: 3px solid #1C1C1C; margin-top: 42px; border-bottom-left-radius: 30px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px;]He couldn't believe that the angel would break school rules! Of all the things, all the indecencies. . . He was in direct violation of the code of conduct! Why he should report him! At least, that's something he would say aloud. He was also kind of out of the dorm section, wandering around, for the same reason as him it seemed. So reporting him would be overly stupid -- not that he was going to but threatening him with reporting sounded quite entertaining, to annoy him. Though with his luck it would probably just upset him, and then the angel would cling to him or go sulk in a corner or something. And for some strange reason he could never quite place that made his heart sink. He wasn't sure it was healthy. He was going to drop the whole matter, in fact. He was going to be polite, get food, and stalk back to his dorm. But that seemed to change when apparently his words startled the theatre teacher. A dark, fuming look settled over the man as the pudding cup that flew out of the blonde's hand connected with the side of his head. He gave the man a look that said he was completely unamused. He wiped a bit of the pudding off his face with a sleeve before slowly creeping forward. He moved liked a predator who had its prey stuck in a corner with no escape -- as menacing as he could possibly look. "For the love of... You stupid... Do you even remember who I..." he growled, so annoyed that his words didn't come out straight. "I'll give you something to worry about!" He lifted a plate off a counter and hurled it at him. He fully expected him to dodge it. It wasn't like this was anything new or something. Occurrences like these were quite frequent with the two. They acted like a cat and dog, one teasing the other wanting to bite the other's head off. Yet the next second anyone knew they seemed to be best friends and go hand in hand. Of course he would refuse the best friends part if it ever came up.[/style]

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[Chamuel]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #FAFAFA;] [STYLE=height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: -10px; border: 3px solid #98B2BC; margin-left: 150px; background-image: url(http://i1237.photobucket.com/albums/ff473/meniphicons/FaiYuui/Faiab.jpg); border-radius: 100px;][/style] [STYLE=height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-left: 255px; border: 3px solid #98B2BC; margin-top: -106px; background-image: url(http://i1237.photobucket.com/albums/ff473/meniphicons/FaiYuui/Faiab.jpg); border-radius: 100px;][/style][STYLE=margin-left: 10px; margin-top: -27px; text-align: left; font-size: 23px; font-family: times new roman; text-transform: lowercase; color: #8BA4AE;]AND EVERY HEART[/style][STYLE=margin-top: -7px; text-align: justify; font-size: 33px; font-family: times new roman; text-transform: lowercase; color: #8BA4AE; letter-spacing: 1px; background-color: #EEEFF1; text-align: right; border-top: 1px dotted #98B2BC; border-bottom: 1px dotted #98B2BC; padding-right: 10px; line-height: 25px;]DRAGS ME AWAY.[/style][STYLE= margin: 15px; background-color: #EFF3F5; padding: 15px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #233339; text-align: justify;]Chamuel all ready knew that he should be in deep trouble. But, but he was hungggrryy. He couldn't help it that a student had needed him and that he had forgotten about food. That was something wasn't it? I mean, he did pay for the meal after all, he should at least get to eat it. So, it wasn't really bad to him. Since he hadn't gotten to eat it in the first place right? Then everything started to turn out for worse. He had gotten frightened and a small piece of his dinner replacement had gone flying. He had never expected it to actually hit the man. He hadn't meant for it at all. Sure, the blonde was a tease half the time. He just couldn't help it though. He adored what he did and just what he was. The male smiled a bit in fear, though he wasn't sure why he was smiling if he was afraid. A small sweetdrop formed on the side of his face. He knew he had done wrong when the sound came to his ears. The cup had hit the man indeed. Then he came forward, something of a dark and cruel feeling came over the angel and he backpedaled quickly. There wasn't really anywhere to go and he was indeed trapped. He let out a small whine that assured he was afraid. Mostly because he still couldn't see the man since it was dark in the kitchen. "P-PLEASE! I REALLY DIDNT MEAN IT!" he whined in his defense. The man's words were harsh and critical. But they were familiar and the blonde started to remember who he was. It was funny when you could remember by voice alone wasn't it? What did that mean about them then? Was this man someone that Chamuel cared about? It only took a second but he knew the answer to that. Yes, he did and he would probably do anything for the man if he really did need it. His next words had the blonde moving though. He had moved just enough so that the male's chucked plate crashed into the wall. The glass broke and shattered bringing with it a giveaway that they were in the kitchen. The blue eyes of the teacher instantly looked up. "B-BALBA! YOUR GONNA GET US CAUGHT!" the nickname sort of slipped since he hadn't had enough time to exactly remember what his name was. After all they hadn't seen each other in a while and it started with a b right? [/style][STYLE=margin-top: -15px; letter-spacing: 2px; color: #98B2BC; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]made by kiwii at btn![/style]