Bland Food [open]

[SEAN FAUSTO LOWE]

Although Sean probably loved this place more then anybody else that was forced to come here, he came by his own choice after all compared to the others, after three years of doing this the one thing that was driving him really crazy was the food they served him. They had each of their experiments on a special diet and Sean had been on one that mostly consisted of carbs and protein but absolutely no fat or taste. This was to increase his muscle mass and make him even stronger as he trained every day in fighting. People that saw him thought his powers was strength because he usually wore a shirt to cover up his wings but strength was just a bonus.

His real power showed when he wore no shirt, such as in this case. Although he liked wearing a shirt to look more normal and human around others shirts really constrained his wings and sometimes it was nice to be free so often when coming from training in places such as the obstacle course at the gym and was short on time where he wore no shirt inside of the mess hall. With no shirt on his massive wings that were attached to his arms, neck, and back like some sort of cape covering most of his body. Like most students including the unfree ones that had to go alone to a cage after eating he sat alone at a table. Most sat alone because they didn't like talking to others though, embarrassed by their situation, where as with Sean nobody would sit with him because they'd be embarrassed to be associated with such a wacko and he was usually a jerk to those that did try to be nice to him.

Looking at the white food in front of him that he had been eating every single meal for years, he thought it was mostly bland oatmeal but wasn't to sure in the end, he lifted a bit of it up with his fork and although it was wet the whole thing came up on his fork in a large sticky clump before falling off his fork back onto the plate, making a smacking sound as it hit the plate. He laughed at the food the same way he laughed in his mean fashion at other students at Bellafields hoping it would go away like the other pupils did but the food just stayed there staring back at him.

[TYLER ELLIOT RHICKS]

tyler bounded into the cafeteria, a bright smile on his face to match his bright appearence. tyler was always happy. it didn't matter what you said to him, if you were mean, or spiteful, or even if you physically hurt him, the smile never dropped from his features. possibly the only time that you would see tyler upset is if he was in the darkness. after being locked in a basement for seven years, not seeing the light of day, the idea of being alone in the darkness again terrified him.

tyler was glowing especially brightly today, a warm, honey light radiating from deep within himself. he didn't know what caused this, but he was able to take the light particles from everything around him, and somehow make it emit from his body. his almost-translucent skin and brilliant white clothing just added to the effect. he picked up his food tray, running his fingertips over the smooth, blue plastic surface, and waited patiently in line for his meal.

tyler's diet didn't consist of much, most days, he would just eat pure sugar. the facility didn't care much what he ate, as it wouldn't really affect his abilities, so they supplied an endless amount of pixie sticks, flying saucers and sherbert dips. he was happy to live off a diet of sugar, he would eat properly when he got hungry, which wasn't often. this meant that he was stick-thin, and usually extremely hyper.

he collected his meal, which included a dozen pixie sticks, a twirly hard lolly and a slush puppy drink. the blue ice drink was his favourite, and he liked how it coloured his mouth. it was fun to look at in the mirror. he didn't notice the fact that as he walked past, all the other students shielded their eyes from the light. when tyler was happy, he didn't notice much. and that included his light intake. he only realised when he started to overheat, which only ever happened when he had too much of it in his body.

he looked around, smiling at everyone, hoping there would be a free seat somewhere, and he wouldn't have to eat in the garden again. a few sullen glances passed his way, and he knew he wasn't welcome at any of the tables. tyler had somewhat of a reputation for talking constantly, asking stupid questions, and just generally, being a complete social retard. he was overly forward and friendly, and after being locked in the basement for so long, he lacked any normal social conduct whatsoever.

most of the 'students' in the cafeteria had probably just got back from their experiments, which meant they wouldn't be in the mood for his hyperactive personality. tyler shrugged it off, and glanced around once more, immediately spotting an empty seat. the table was occupied by a boy, who looked about his age, with giant wings protruding from his bare back. the boy seemed to be completely distracted by his food, which looked like a rather disgusting bowl of cement. tyler took the oppertunity to quickly grab the seat, plonking his tray down on the table with a loud sound.

"hello!" he greeted the boy, a hapy smile on his face. he immediately opened the little tube at the end of his sugar stick, tilting his head back and letting the sweet, colourful sugar fall into his mouth. he poked his tounge out, and peered down the bridge of his nose at the sight of the coloured powder resting on his tounge. he grinned, and swallowed the sugar, repeating the process until he was finished with them all.

tyler fished about in his pocket, and found his sheet of paper that his language and writing therapist had given him from his earlier session. it contained the letters of the alphabet in capitals, with a line underneath so he could copy them. although tyler was seventeen, he never had the chance to go to proper school, which meant he was completely illiterite. he couldn't read or write anything. the doctors hadn't known this when he first arrived, and having spent most of his time in the cells, he had only just started to learn what he didn't have the chance to before.

he took out his pink glittery gel pen, and started shakily copying the letters, brow furrowed, his tounge poking out of the corner of his mouth in concentration. he unwrapped his lolly skillfully with his free hand, still focusing on his work, and popped it in his mouth, getting completely sticky while doing so. he didn't notice though, completely immersed in learning, loving the challenge it brought to him.

[SEAN FAUSTO LOWE]

Sean knew Tyler was approaching, he could sense it in his sonar radar in his ears that some kid from behind him was coming to him so when Tyler suddenly popped in front of Sean he was at first not surprised and turned his head slowly. He instead just took a bite out of his bland food and felt it stick to the roof of his mouth. Sean was very surprised though when he suddenly saw this bright glowing kid, holding bright glowing sticks of food in his hands when he had finally turned his head to look and see Tyler with his own eyes. Even if Sean had better vision and detention with his ears then his eyes he still liked to look at the people he was talking to so it didn't seem like he was ignoring them and get a true sense with colours of what they look like. "Woh, hello Glow-stick." He didn't know Tylers real name and was probably just going to call Tyler glow-stick from that point on. Sean thought it was clever because the guy was as thin as a stick but about as bright as one of those neon glow-sticks.

When he saw Tyler open those mysterious neon packages he couldn't help but to notice, and even smell, the sweet sugar that came out of them and he started to lick his lips. How he would KILL for one of those right now. "Wanna.. trade lunches?" He said that quietly so hopefully no angry mad scientist would hear, also hopefully no scientist or guard was watching and recording his every move he hated when they did that. It was hard to get away with anything at this place. After he asked that though he saw Tyler ignore him and just down all of his pixie sticks to himself one at a time as Sean watched with envy in his eyes. Noticing Tyler paid little attention to his surroundings in moments like this he quickly good his hand and grabbed a stick before putting the hand in his lap to hide when he just stole. He then opened it much like Tyler did below his lap and poured the sugar into his other hand. He then took that hand and flung the sugar into his mouth, almost having an orgasm the sugar felt so good.

He sank into his chair as he felt the fake citrus taste dissolve into his tongue and threw the stick onto the floor beside him, no longer caring if Tyler saw he stole one or not. What was done was done and there was no taking it back. And he knew Tyler wasn’t going to steal any of his food either, even if he did it was more punishment for Tyler then anything else eating that crap.

Finally swallowing the last of the sugar he went back to eating his bowl of whatever it was. The whole thing tasted better with artificial flavor surrounding his mouth so he ate it quickly. At the same time though he liked Tyler a lot more now, the kid had advantages after all that Sean hadn’t had for years… sweet foods. “I’m Sean, you can call me batman but nobody ever does.” Apparently Batman in the last year spiked in popularity with a new movie coming out. Sean hadn’t seen a movie for years and he certainly hadn’t seen the two new batmans so he didn’t understand how his name was perhaps a bit to fresh still to be taken seriously.

[TYLER ELLIOT RHICKS]

tyler was a messy eater. a very messy eater. by the time he had finished his alphabet worksheet, he had multicoloured sugar in his hair, down his front, his mouth was bright blue, from the dye in the slushie, and his hands and face were extremely sticky from the lolly, which currently, was stuck to the front of his white t-shirt, making sticky coloured patterns on the material.

he grinned brightly at the glow-stick remark, showing his full set of teeth, slightly tinged blue from his drink. "glow stick? thats a new one. i'm really called tyler, of course, cause everyone has a real name. unless you're called like, princess or cherry or something. cause those are real names, but they're a bit weird. i don't think anyone could legally be called glow-stick though. their parents would have to be very inventive," he rambled.

once you got tyler talking, he really didn't stop. he could talk for hours and hours on end about random topics, things that normal people usually wouldn't care about. but he just hated silence.

he watched in amusement as the boy stole his sugar sticks, not even vaguely annoyed. he found it slightly funny that the boy thought he was being secretive, as if tyler couldn't obviously see what he was doing. he let out a small laugh, a light, tinkly sound at his face when he ate the sweet. he looked like he hadn't had one in a long, long time. tyler was horrified at the thought. he wouldn't be able to live without his sugar. well, he probably would, but he wouldn't enjoy it very much.

"you could have just asked me for one, without going through that whole silly thing of secretiveness" he said, an amused tone in his voice, crossing with the childish tone. "i mean, i got enough of them here for a bit, and i could've just gone and got you some, if you like. the dinner ladies love me, they said they'd like to keep me as a pet" he grinned at him.

"s'nice to meet you, sean. are you a bat-man? is that what your wings are for? i saw them earlier, but i forgot to say anything. are your wings soft, like a birdie? molly has nice soft wings. and clay. dunno about raven though, but he probably does. can i touch your wings to see? i'll be careful, promise. i won't break them, nope" he said, more talking to himself than anything. tyler didn't know what Batman was, he had never watched movies, and when people referenced to popular culture things like that, he always got confused. he would often mistake common phrases and metaphors for their literal meanings, which in turn could confuse others.

he peered at sean's meal, frowning. "that looks yucky..like old porridge mixed with cement. why are you eating it? it can't taste nice. maybe some tomato ketchup would make it taste better? tomato ketchup makes everything taste better. even chocolate! thats my favourite combination. behind crisps and yogurt, of course.

he wiped his sticky cheeks with the back of his hand, licking some of the sweet substance off, only making even more of a mess. he folded his worksheet and stuffed it into his pocket again, finerprints all over the paper. at least it would smell good.

he leaned his elbows on the table, resting his chin in his hand, leg jittering under the table with the sugar rush. "how long have you been here? i've been here for eight months, i think. i can't remember though. well, not really. thats what the doctor said, and doctors don't lie, do they? well, at least i think they don't. if they lied, they could get put on santa's naughty list, and we don't want that, do we?" tyler smiled again, already day-dreaming about christmas. it was a rare thing for him, and he could only vaguely remember it from his early childhood, before he was locked in the basement. before he ended up in this dump.

[SEAN FAUSTO LOWE]

When Tyler started to rapidly talk to him very quickly about a number of random things Sean just looked at him giving him a mostly neutral expression. When Tyler took a breather to change his thought around Tyler got in quick answers to his questions. “Well you shine like a fuckin’ glow stick.” Sean then laughed from just looking and thinking about this guy and the way he glowed.

When he heard that Tyler could have an infinite amount of those pixie sticks though Sean stopped giving him a bored neutral expression, barley even listening to what Tyler was saying before Tyler blurted that out to him. This kid now meant something special to him so he was going to pretend to care about Tyler so Tyler could get him sugar. The first thing that came into his mind was preplanning. He knew that if he could befriend this that it was easy to ignore him because this entire guy needed for a friend was a mirror. After realizing this he looked over at Tyler who had been rambling to mostly himself for a while now. The whole time Tyler was talking to Sean who wasn’t paying a word attention the only time Tyler said anything was when Tyler asked to touch his wings. Sean did an automatic reaction of flicking his wrist and arm having the tail end of his wing smack Tylers hand. He then looked Tyler in the eye. “Don’t touch the wings” Probably not a good start to get Tyler on his side but he would rather give up sugar then have somebody like Tyler put his oily fingers on his wings.

He cut off Tyler by grabbing Tyler by his skinny shoulder; Sean could feel the bones on the kid. Damn this kid is skinny. Knowing Tyler would go right back to talking as soon as he stopped shaking he did it a bit more before getting into Tylers face with a serious look. “Listen light bulb, your fuckin’ annoying which is why nobody wants to sit with you but you can rant on about all this bullshit that’s coming out of your mouth all you want to me if you keep getting me these pixie sticks.” He then let the Tyler guy go. He was convinced this guy was pretty predictable and would just start talking again so as soon as Tyler even opened his mouth Sean yelled back at him pointing to the cafeteria before he could say anything and get on another field of random babble. “But with no more pixie sticks I’m just going to get rid of you alright? Now go get me pixie sticks!” He was going to try making a deal at first. Ignoring people was always one of Sean’s specialties and so long as Tyler just wanted a face to talk to and didn’t care about responses he could just ignore the guy as the guy babbled away. It would be just like listening to rap music.

Tyler sort of wondered if this was a good idea because Tyler would most probably lose his way and end up sitting with other random people who would get just as confused at him but there was no harm, he had already gotten a nice share of sugar that he hadn’t in a while. He was even feeling more hyperactive then usual not use to the sudden sugar intake. Sean looked at his bowl of guk and started to eat it quickly while waiting for Tyler to hopefully make it there, get pixie sticks, and come back.

[TYLER ELLIOT RHICKS]

tyler stopped talking for a moment to gaze at the boy sitting next to him. he seemed to be quite distant, detatched, even, and it was blatantly obvious that he wasn't even bothering to listen to a word he said, a bored expression donning his face, making it hard for tyler to see if he was annoyed with him or not. not that it would matter much anyway. if the boy was irritated with him, he could just walk away if he liked. tyler wouldn't be ecstatic if he did, but he wouldn't let it bother him too much.

tyler peeled the lolly off his shirt, leaving behind a colourful pattern of stickiness. he grinned at the colours, it sort of looked like a cool, graphic design on his shirt. well, thats what it looked like to tyler, anyways. to most other people? probably not so much. to be honest, tyler hadn't really expected to be allowed to touch his wings, not many people would let him. everyone seemed to distant here, so absorbed in themselves. of course, there were a few who weren't like that at all, but a lot of people tyler had come across were cold, and unfriendly. he didn't really understand that it was the constant experiments and radiation that irritated them, because the radiation didn't affect him one bit. he was like a walking nuclear power station anyway.

he laughed lightly at the boy contradicting himself. he had told tyler not to touch his wings, yet he hit him with them anyway. in tylers slightly warped, and simple mind, this was extremely amusing, and he disguised his laugh subtly with a cough, realising that sean probably wouldn't find it as funny.

tyler looked from his shoulder, then to sean's face as he grabbed his shoulder. he leaned back slightly as sean got in his face. he could smell the white gunk on his breath, and it wasn't particularly pleasant. plus, tyler didn't exactly want to be sprayed with saliva, so he chose the safe option and moved away. he listened to him rant at him, his smile faltering from his face slightly. not at the insults, but at the language sean used. he seemed to think it was perfectly okay to use the f-word, possibly the worst swear word in the english language. his eyes went slighty wide as the boy swore again, and he was too busy focusing on that than focusing on what sean was actually saying.

"you said a bad word.." he breathed, staring at him in disbelief. he wondered if he should be getting someone who cursed pixie sticks, but he thought that maybe if the boy was sweetened up with some sugar, it would help his surly personality. so he sacrificed the lecture he normally would've given to people, and wandered off to get some more sugar.

the old cafeteria worker smiled as she saw him, and he offered her a bright smile in return. he asked for about twenty more pixie sticks, and after some pouting and batting of his eyelashes, he was able to score what he wanted, plus another slushie and some chocolate biscuits.
he smiled at the armful of food he had, hoping it would make sean happier. he very nearly forgot what table he was sitting at, peering around them all, but as soon as he saw the big black wings and the broad, tanned torso of the boy, he made his way over.

on the way, somebody sitting in one of the seats thought it would be funny to stick their foot out into the aisle, much like could be seen in a teen high school movie, and trip tyler up. they succeeded, sending tyler flying down the aisle of the cafeteria, causing him to land hard on his front, spilling the slushie all over himself, and dropping most of the food. he ignored the loud laughter from the other kids, and pushed himself up, now bright blue and absolutely soaked. he started collecting the food again, and set it all on the table in front of sean, smiling brightly, still ignoring the loud whispers and giggles that surrounded him.

[SEAN FAUSTO LOWE]

When Tyler told him that he said a naughty word Sean at first wanted to burst out laughing but in the end all he wanted was more sugar so he didn't say anything and simply gave a blank expression to Tylers quirky personality, waiting for him to leave and hopefully get sugar. As Tyler left he finished up his bowl of guk quickly including licking the bowl. The food they gave him may have been disgusting but every day Sean had a gigantic appetite and every day he'd end up eating the food he hated simply to try to keep himself full. One side effect of his treatment was that he could never be fully full because he was programmed to whatever he ate go into muscle and barley ever come out of him, this consistently made him hungry wherever he was. Constant hunger was just a feeling he was use to but now but still whenever he had extra food he took advantage of it.

When he saw that Tyler was actually going to return and had a wide amount of sugar in his hands that was soon hopefully going to go into his mouth Sean started to drool at the thought of the taste and the fact that he could have more to eat. He liked this kid a lot more then all the other dumb experiments already. He lifted spirits up and brought him lots of sugar that he hadn't had in years! He even licked his lips when he suddenly noticed a foot stuck out in Tylers way on purpose. He wanted to warn Tyler but it was to late by the time he noticed and Tyler was flying across the room spilling his ice sugar drink all over himself. Sean himself stood up and Tyler walked up to Sean like nothing happened as those around him laughed at him.

Pissed off at the situation Sean looked over at Tyler. "You wait here." He knew that Tyler was so peace loving he wouldn't want Sean to do this for him but in a way it was for himself. He wanted his friends... friend, to always be treated with respect and wouldn't tolerate something like that happening to his friends even if his friend did.

Walking over to the table of the guy who tripped him, the guy at the time was looking the other way talking to his friend and laughing about the recent incident. "Hey buddy!" His shadow overpowered the guys light and he was so loud that the guy automatically looked over his other side to see what was up. By the time he looked over there he couldn't even get a word out as a fist was already flying hard towards his face knocking him off the chair and towards the ground. Before he could get to the ground though with the tip of his wing Sean grabbed the guy by his collar and held him up high from his feet and a fist looking at his face again. "You tripped my friend. Your going to apologize to him or I'm going to bash your head into the tiled ground, got it?"

There was no questioning Seans threats. He was the type of guy who kept to his word on such a thing if pissed off enough. He then flung the guy around with his wing to his back side so the guy was dangling in the air now facing Tyler to say he was sorry. After that Sean threw the guy hard onto the ground and looked down at him. "You mess with him again and I'll make sure they euthanize you because your completely useless with no kneecaps left over."

After doing that he walked back to Tyler and grabbed to pixie sticks, opening them and letting the sugar slide into his mouth. After he swallowed the sugar he looked over at Tyler. "Anybody else fucks with you again, let me know. I got your back around here." He didn't care if Tyler objected to the situation because he was all peace loving, that was how it was going to be.

Going for two more pixie sticks he suddenly felt something pinch his back leg. Looking down to the left side he saw a dart in his leg and then looking far back he saw a guard holding a tranq gun aimed at him. "Shit, I have about 10 seconds, I'll talk to you later."With the time he had left he swallowed two more pixie stick sugars. After that he collapsed to the ground asleep. That was the way the guards controlled him when he got out of hand, which wasn't rare, they put him to sleep because it was the most effective way in controlling him. After that 4 guards came by and picked him up by hands and feet to carry him away. His wings dragging along the dirty ground at the same time. They seemed to have a difficult time picking him up.