Meant to be broken.

[Ami Hawthorne]

Rules were meant to be broken.

And Ami knew that being here was against the rules. Of course it was though, after all, the kitchens had a lot of potentially dangerous things. You could start a fire on the stove, cut people - or yourself - with the knives, the list could go on and on. But Ami wasn't about to do anything destructive. She just wanted to bake. And she hoped beyond hope that anyone that might catch her would understand that. That being said she hoped nobody would catch her. Being cute could only get her so far, especially in a facility like this.
Her luck however was holding as she hadn't run into anyone on her way here, nor was anyone in the kitchen. A quick look around confirmed that there was nobody in there, hiding out to catch rule breaking students. She wouldn't have put it past somebody to have hidden in one of the cabinets to scare the hell out of whoever came in. but she had looked in most of them, and they were empty of all humans, animals, or visible cameras.

She tucked a stray lock of hair back into one of her many sparkly blue butterfly clips and straightened out her shirt. This one was one of her favorites, as the phrase on it described the way she wanted to live perfectly. And a lot of people said it fitted her perfectly as well. She was a big fan of unconditional love, and laughter. Laughing was one of her favorite things to do. It was the best medicine after all.

It was then that she settled in for her task of the day. That task was to create enough sweets to make and keep her little circle happy for a very long time. Though, she knew that she'd probably wind up eating most of it herself. Instead of just one sweet tooth, she had a mouth of them. That little fact always amused her father. And he handled that amusement by bringing her sweets almost daily. Thank goodness she had a very high metabolism then, and she was so thankful that it was holding through her teens.

Slowly she set down the cookbook she was carrying on one of the counters, before flipping through to the pages she wanted, mentally taking tallies of what she'd need. The book itself was in French, which would bother most people, but not her. She knew French better than English, not that most people knew that little snippet of information.

Being as quiet as she could she gathered up everything that she'd need to make chocolate chip cookies, save for one crucial ingredient. The chocolate chips. She had searched through every part of the cupboard and pantry that she could reach, which left only the top shelf of a cabinet left unturned. Pausing and looking around the room again there were very few options. The first would be to drag a small stool over and climb up on that, but there was no guarantee that that particular way would be effective or as silent as she'd like, or she could just climb up onto the empty counter and get it that way. But again, there was no guarantee that that particular way would be safe.

But it was the quietest way to get up there and search for the chocolate so she decided to risk it. She put both hands on the countertop and gave a small hop, using that to help her get her knees on the surface, before using the cabinet itself to aid in balancing as she slowly rose to her feet. It was times like this especially that she thanked the fact that she had ages of ballet to help her not fall and accidentally hurt herself.

As she reached into the top shelf on the cabinet, groping along the back, her fingers finally closed on the sought after bag. Ami issued a small exclamation of joy at her find before freezing when she realized that her whole aim was to be quiet, not to make unnecessary noise by squealing happily every time she 'accomplished' something silly.

She closed her eyes and held her breath to try and hear if she had attracted anyone by her utterance, but it was no use, every little noise sounded too loud to be normal, even though she knew that the building would settle and her heart would keep beating. But it just sounded too loud to be normal. However, after several agonizing moments, she decided the coast was clear and hopped quietly off of the countertop, bracing herself with her hands and standing there to again make sure that she hadn't attracted anyone by the noise that she had made, even minute as it was.

TAGG? For Jack <3
WORDS? 800
NOTES? other than the shirt and clips (which are linked in the post) she's just wearing jeans and sneakers
CREDIT? hey it's SHMEY ! @ caution 2.0

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In today's ever changing society, most people would consider the kitchen one of the last places to get away from all the everyday hustle and bustle. After all, the kitchen was usually considered a place of frustration and labor, and simply was not an area most could consider "peaceful." For Jack, however, it would be absolute heaven. He had been desperately searching for a quiet place to read his book, a copy of "Alice in Wonderland" that he had found in the library. The place was well-lit, free of noise, but most importantly...food was just an arm's reach away. He chuckled quietly as he entered. Sure it was against the rules to be here, but he was in a real jam...and maybe he needed a snack.

His cheerful demeanor soon took a more cautious tone as sounds came from the bowels of the kitchen. Nervous, he quickly dropped out of sight, hiding behind an outer wall. A sense of worry filled him as he feared of what he might have gotten himself into. Carefully, he scooted to the doorway of another part of the kitchen, peering ever so carefully into the room to see who the unexpected visitor was. Little did he know the interesting sight that would befall his eyes.

And what an unexpected sight it was. Fortunately, the other patron of the kitchen was not staff, but another "student", currently perched precariously on top of the counter, her arm buried deep into one of the cabinets. His brow raised slightly in curiosity. Scanning the counter he noticed several other ingredients scattered about, letting him deduce that this young lady had at least some grasp of the culinary arts. No longer sensing any danger, he relaxed a little. However, he didn't want to be labeled as a Peeping Tom either. He figured it was best if he made his presence known.

Jack calmly leaned against the frame of the entryway, his typical friendly grin plastered on his face. "Now...I do hope you were intending on making plenty of delicious goodies for everyone, love..." he said with a chuckle while thumbing through random pages in his book. "After all, it's not very fun to nibble on treats by yourself. Makes for a rather boring time, so I've heard." he continued, brushing a loose bang from his face, a smile still beaming on his face. "Perhaps you could use some pleasant company, or an extra pair of hands, perchance?" he asked as he sat his book down on a nearby table.

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[Ami Hawthorne]

She had to be looking very silly right about now. Just all of a sudden pausing and freezing, as if she were trying to trick a cat. Everyone had to know that 'if you stand still a cat can't see you' myth. it was more likely that the cat just got bored, not that it actually couldn't see you. She knew she was a very ridiculous person, but it amused her, so to hell with everyone else.

She almost giggled. And she would have, had a voice made her jump so badly that she was sure she almost hit the ceiling. Even though she knew that too was a ridiculous idea. She spun around, cleanly pirouetting to see who it was that had startled her so, hands clasping the chocolate chips to her chest eyes wide. "Mon Dieu! Tu as peur de l'enfer hors de moi!" Her voice was airy and breathless, the shock having switched her reflexively back to French as she leaned back against the counter, a few locks of hair straying from their clips to fall across her face and shoulders.

As she calmed down her eyes slowly surveyed the male who had stumbled across her. He wasn't an adult, so he had to be one of her peers. But that left the question of why he was here begging to be answered, yet she knew it wasn't something that she should ask, so she'd wait for him to bring it up, if it was to be brought up at all.

"It's not polite to scare people like that." She eventually said after taking one last calming breath, shifting to lean more casually against the counter. A smile betraying the reproach that she was intending to give him. "Especially in a place like this. You never know who's gonna grab something and poke your eyes out." Turning her head slightly with a giggle she gently tossed the bag of chocolate chips to where the rest of her ingredients were.

"And I was planning on making enough for all of my friends. I'd leave them out for everyone, but I wouldn't put it past someone to poison them or something." She could name one or two people that would put something semi toxic on the cookies just for kicks. However she wouldn't because that wouldn't be very nice, and Ami did try very hard to be nice. But sometimes facts were facts. However, she did believe that everyone did have a bit of good down deep inside them. They just had to want to find it.

"I could manage it okay by myself, but if you're offering to help, I'm not going to turn you down if you can read the cookbook." She gave him a light smile, signaling that she wasn’t completely serious as she motioned to the book with a hand. Ami knew that not everyone could read French, and she'd let him help even if he couldn't. This was just her way of being nosy as to whether or not he knew her first language. If he didn't it wouldn't be any real problem, as she could translate it for him pretty quickly, but if he could, that would make the cookies that much easier to make.

"But if you'd rather sit here and read your book I won't mind at all." She figured that if she put that out there she wouldn't be trapping him into being chivalrous with something that was not only potentially messy but time consuming as well. To tell the truth though, she wouldn't mind working with him so long as he remained nice, after all, it was very rare to find a guy here that wasn't a jerk.

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WORDS? 619
NOTES? nada
CREDIT? hey it's SHMEY ! @ caution 2.0