Cooking in the kitchen [Open]

[Lucy]

A pink haired woman shuffled from one side of the kitchen to the other just grabbing various items off the shelves. The only thing that made her happy in the whole place was the kitchen because it gave her the opportunity to cook since it was about the only thing she knew how to do. Slowly her hand stirred the wooden spoon in the pot as she smiled to herself. The scent of the pasta sauce filled the room, "Mmm..." The only thing that she could possibly get out, "I ought to add some pepper." She finally said as she removed the spoon from her mouth.

Lucy went over to one of the shelves and grabbed the pepper. Just holding her breath in, she sprinkled some into the hot pot just smiling to herself. If she didn't get herself dumped in the mansion then she could of been a cook. Though of course, the girl was just as dumb as a blond (no offense). "Now, it should be perfect!" She exclaimed happily, "Now for the noodles." The female opened the box of noodles as she dropped it into a boiling pot of water. At the moment, she was at the state of pure bliss. Cooking was her passion and her life and there wasn't anyone who could steal that from her.

[Jinx]

Jinx yawned and stretched, having just work up despite that it was only evening. He was like that though; with his sensitive eyes, he had to only come out at night. Not that he minded, it was actually quite nice, what with the moon and all. He stumbled out of bed and threw on his dark gray cloak, pulling the hood over his bed ridden hair. Rubbing his eyes, he lazily pulled on his pants and then trotted down the hallway towards the kitchen, not bothering to wear a shirt tonight.

To his surprise, someone else was there already, and... talking to themselves. Well, that part wasn't surprising---there were a lot of nut heads in this house. Jinx treated everyone nicely, and since he was one of the chefs of the mansion he kindly approached the woman and told her, "Oh, you don't have to do that. My apologies, madame, I just woke up. What would you like me to cook for you?" He gently reached for the ladle to take from her; he was, after all, somewhat of a maid, therefore meant to serve the others of the house hold. If she was a master, she was meant to boss around the slaves; if she was a slave, she was meant to be bossed around by the masters. Jinx was the one who cooked; it was his duty, and passion, after all.

[Lucy]

Her head turned slightly to the new voice that had interrupted her thoughts. She saw a male standing there, but could already point out that he wasn't master. A frown slide down her beautiful face the moment the ladle was taken from her hands. She didn't really want anything to eat, at the moment she only felt the need to cook something. The female shook her head slightly as the pink curled hair bounced on her shoulders.

"Ah, well there really isn't anything that I want." Lucy spoke quietly as her cheeks flushed, "I just like cooking...if I wasn't stuck in this place, I would have gone to culinary school." She had no idea why her lips let so much slip out. Now getting a better view of him, she noticed the dark gray cloak that he had worn. She wasn't going to question why he wore it because seeing him wear it didn't seem as weird as master claiming that his mask was his face.

[Jinx]

Jinx blinked. Hearing what other people had planned on doing if it hadn't been for this mansion always made him sad; like when a child says he wants to a superhero. You can humor them, but you both know it'll never happen; no matter how many bathroom-towel capes you ever wear, Leaf Man will never be able float his way through the city helping criminals turn over "a new leaf".

Ah, childhood.

Besides, why do people always say 'stuck in this place'? That's like saying the sky is keeping us from visiting space. No, its just protecting us from asteroids and alien poop. But what if we want the asteroids, and the alien poop, huh? Then death will be very close a foot, assholes. Asteroids may be rocks, but they don't actually rock. And alien poop is like acid, only worse because, well, its poop; 'nuff said.

Then Jinx realized he'd been staring at her. Crap. Now he was going to be called a creeper again, no doubt. Quite frankly he preferred the term 'lurker'. There's a big difference, really. At least this pink haired girl didn't look like the type to deck him. That'd happened before; the chick was crazy. He'd asked if she wanted salt and she'd flat out punched him in the face. Society never ceases to scare him.

People always told him that he looked sad, and he blamed his blue eyes. He considered getting red contacts, but then his green hair would make him look christmasy. And having green eyes with green hair was just redundant. So he was stuck. Thus when he asked, "Then would you like me to leave?" to her, his usual look on his face made him look like he'd said 'Then would you like me to hang myself?' It wasn't on purpose. It just happened; like shit. Shit happens.

Good ol' Forrest Gump. How your wisdom influences us all, Jinx thought to himself, his expression ever so serious.