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[cumcrapula]

Who: Haymitch and OPEN
Where: Class 1-3, the stairwell and various other slacker locales
When: Throughtout the event
Rating: PG
Summary: Haymitch thinks this whole thing is a stupid idea.
The Story:

Haymitch thinks this whole thing is a stupid idea and he doesn't contribute to the ideas for what the class can do. It's no surprise that they come up with something completely stupid and when they do, he has no interest in participating. Really, most of his classmates are grade A morons.

Of course, he has to keep up appearances of doing the bare minimum required, so he's sure to have people catch him making some onigiri a few times, but in the end, he keeps them all for himself and sneaks off to eat them in the stairwell. Why should he make food for anyone else?

Comments

[sorta_cinderella]

Hey, you know that unbelievably weird girl in your class who rarely blinks, dresses all in black, speaks in a monotone voice, and talks about "punishing" people?

Guess who's at the bottom of the stairwell, glaring at you! Someone's not happy about that onigiri.

"Haymitch."

[cumcrapula]

"Saki."

His face doesn't budge in its complete lack of emotional investment in the situation at hand, save for a slight twitch that's more from annoyance than anything.

"There something you wanted?"

[sorta_cinderella]

"You know exactly what I came for, and what I want to leave with."

Of course, her threat contains no visible malice - her voice stays the same as always. But she gazes at him very intensely, annoyed as well.

[cumcrapula]

"What? I made plenty of snacks. You watched me!"

Of course he took them all and more, but that's not his problem. They should have been watching the food more closely if they didn't want him nabbing a bunch of it. He's a growing boy!

[sorta_cinderella]

"And I watched you take them."

Nice try, Haymitch. Now she crosses her arms, lightly tapping with her black fingernails. It's obvious she's not going to budge an inch.

[cumcrapula]

"And I already ate them, so you're shit outta luck."

He leans forward, elbows on his knees.

[sorta_cinderella]

"Is that so."

She then began to advance toward him, taking slow, steady steps on the staircase.

[cumcrapula]

"Mmmmmmyup."

He leans back as she moves closer, looking more self-satisfied than anything.

[sorta_cinderella]

"Because... I sincerely doubt it."

And when she finally does reach him, what does she do? For a good, long, ten seconds, she leans over him, eyes boring into his face. Then, without warning, her arm lashes out -

And she pokes his forehead.

"Don't do it again."

[cumcrapula]

It only takes a moment for him to cover his surprise and then he stares back at her, unmoving.

"You have my word."

Which is worth very little, if he's honest, but he's decidedly not.

[sorta_cinderella]

"I'll keep you to it, Haymitch. I'm a keeper of words..."

With that strangeness hanging in the air, she turns around, and begins to walk down the steps, the only sound the clicking of her shoes.

[cumcrapula]

He rolls his eyes and watches her go. Someone has to take the stick out of her ass, because she clearly doesn't plan to do it herself.