Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2012 23:28:31 GMT -5
"Oh, God, what is that smell?" gasped Remy. He gagged, turning an unseemly shade of green bordering on blue. This meant a dash toward the nearest wastebasket, wherein Remy deposited a good deal of what he fervently hoped was breakfast. He was hoping this because he was seriously starting to wonder if he hadn't maybe worked through breakfast and gone back to the point where he'd hit supper yesterday.
The ex-rat sat back down on the floor of the cafeteria kitchen, swallowing what he really hoped was his spit. Turning, Remy looked toward the source of his pain and agony. To the ignorant, it looked like a fridge. This was due in no small part to the fact that it was actually a fridge. It has also broken a few days ago, and nobody had thought to clean it out till now. Remy wasn't sure if it was because the island's equipment was a little... older or because it was newer and more faulty. He really didn't care. What he cared about was the smell.
the chef swallowed again. He attempted to rise to his feet. He took a deep breath, took several steps closer to the potent fridge, and then had to turn around and empty out the contents of his stomach again.
"Why did I volunteer for this job anyway?" he murmured. Well, the easy answer was that he didn't; this was sort of what he did, so naturally this is where they'd put him now that he'd arrived. The long answer... well, it involved some volunteering, a man in a white wizard's robe, a boat ride, and some other stuff. Let's focus on the broken fridge for the moment. Remy certainly was.
The ex-rat sat back down on the floor of the cafeteria kitchen, swallowing what he really hoped was his spit. Turning, Remy looked toward the source of his pain and agony. To the ignorant, it looked like a fridge. This was due in no small part to the fact that it was actually a fridge. It has also broken a few days ago, and nobody had thought to clean it out till now. Remy wasn't sure if it was because the island's equipment was a little... older or because it was newer and more faulty. He really didn't care. What he cared about was the smell.
the chef swallowed again. He attempted to rise to his feet. He took a deep breath, took several steps closer to the potent fridge, and then had to turn around and empty out the contents of his stomach again.
"Why did I volunteer for this job anyway?" he murmured. Well, the easy answer was that he didn't; this was sort of what he did, so naturally this is where they'd put him now that he'd arrived. The long answer... well, it involved some volunteering, a man in a white wizard's robe, a boat ride, and some other stuff. Let's focus on the broken fridge for the moment. Remy certainly was.