Post by Deleted on Oct 18, 2011 23:57:03 GMT -5
Carmine strolled into a little diner at the side of the road on the outskirts of Central City. He'd decided to take the Cyclone for a spin just before dawn, and decided he'd stop in for a couple of eggs before trying to find a fight for the evening.
He ordered two eggs scrambled with a side of bacon and hash browns, with a cup of coffee, black. He also asked for a glass of water and a newspaper. He smiled sweetly at the waitress when she nodded and went off to put in his order, and looked quietly out a window until his food arrived.
He flipped noncommittally through the newspaper, sipping slowly at the water. While he did not consume most food or drink, he found that it was a good idea to occasionally intake chilled water to assist his existing cooling systems. Whoever designed him had taken this into account, installing this secondary cooling system where a human's digestive tract would be. Easy, convenient, and handy for when he wanted to appear a little more human than normal.
Of course, Carmine wasn't nearly stupid enough to put actual food into that system, or any liquid more complicated than water. Even oils were meant for other systems. So, he read and he sipped and his food and coffee started to grow cold on the table. Soon, the waitress came and asked him if everything was all right.
"Oh! Oh, yeah everything's fine darlin'. Can I just get this wrapped up though? I'm just not as hungry as I thought, I guess."
The waitress smiled and nodded, and Carmine smiled back. Soon his food was in a styrofoam box and his coffee in a styrofoam cup, the check on the table. He left a few extra Zeni, grabbed the doggy bag and headed out.
He hopped onto the Cyclone and headed back into the city. He was in town for an unsanctioned tournament, which was being run in a sort of scavenger hunt style. Find an opponent, fight them, record your results. The winner gets some cash. His search this time around would take him past a man he'd seen the previous night. Old guy, down on his luck, with a friendly, shaggy dog and a soft smile. He'd looked hungry, and Carmine figured he could spare a bit of cash.
When he arrived at the spot he'd seen the man, he noticed that he was asleep, though the dog was wide awake and panting happily. Carmine bent over and pet the dog, placing the food and coffee down next to the man.
"Keep an eye on this stuff, okay boy? I'm sure he'll give you some of that bacon. Looks like he gives you more food that he eats himself."
He wrote a short note, Things are gonna be fine, and placed it next to the food. Carmine nodded, stood up, and got back on the Cyclone. He gave the dog one more happy look and took off down the road, in search of today's opponent or the next great adventure - whichever found him first.
He ordered two eggs scrambled with a side of bacon and hash browns, with a cup of coffee, black. He also asked for a glass of water and a newspaper. He smiled sweetly at the waitress when she nodded and went off to put in his order, and looked quietly out a window until his food arrived.
He flipped noncommittally through the newspaper, sipping slowly at the water. While he did not consume most food or drink, he found that it was a good idea to occasionally intake chilled water to assist his existing cooling systems. Whoever designed him had taken this into account, installing this secondary cooling system where a human's digestive tract would be. Easy, convenient, and handy for when he wanted to appear a little more human than normal.
Of course, Carmine wasn't nearly stupid enough to put actual food into that system, or any liquid more complicated than water. Even oils were meant for other systems. So, he read and he sipped and his food and coffee started to grow cold on the table. Soon, the waitress came and asked him if everything was all right.
"Oh! Oh, yeah everything's fine darlin'. Can I just get this wrapped up though? I'm just not as hungry as I thought, I guess."
The waitress smiled and nodded, and Carmine smiled back. Soon his food was in a styrofoam box and his coffee in a styrofoam cup, the check on the table. He left a few extra Zeni, grabbed the doggy bag and headed out.
He hopped onto the Cyclone and headed back into the city. He was in town for an unsanctioned tournament, which was being run in a sort of scavenger hunt style. Find an opponent, fight them, record your results. The winner gets some cash. His search this time around would take him past a man he'd seen the previous night. Old guy, down on his luck, with a friendly, shaggy dog and a soft smile. He'd looked hungry, and Carmine figured he could spare a bit of cash.
When he arrived at the spot he'd seen the man, he noticed that he was asleep, though the dog was wide awake and panting happily. Carmine bent over and pet the dog, placing the food and coffee down next to the man.
"Keep an eye on this stuff, okay boy? I'm sure he'll give you some of that bacon. Looks like he gives you more food that he eats himself."
He wrote a short note, Things are gonna be fine, and placed it next to the food. Carmine nodded, stood up, and got back on the Cyclone. He gave the dog one more happy look and took off down the road, in search of today's opponent or the next great adventure - whichever found him first.
