Open for Dinner (open)

[Demeter Carr]

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CAN WE PRETEND THAT AIRPLANES IN THE
_{NIGHT SKY ARE LIKE SHOOTING STARS CAUSE I COULD REALLY USE A WISH RIGHT NOW}
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Demeter stood in the kitchen of her two bedroom flat. At times she felt greedy for asking for two bedrooms, but at least this way she would have a spare room should her mother or brother come over to visit, and it gave her an office while she was by herself. It also gave her a room to store all of her cook books.

Reaching over the bowl that was on the bench in front of her, she grabbed the bottle of oil and poured some into the bowl before she put the bottle back and shoved her hands into the bowl and began to mix the chicken mince mixture that she was putting together. She then began to shape the mixture into patties which she set aside on a plate until she was ready to start frying them up.

With the patties done, and the bowl rinsed out and put in the dishwasher, she grabbed another bowl out of the cupboard and went to the fridge to gather the ingredients that she needed to make her mango salad. The book that she had originally found the recipe in, said to use tinned mango slices, but she had adapted the recipe and only ever used fresh mango - which was the way she cooked with any kind of fruit or vegetable - and because she only used fresh produce, what she didn't grow herself, she always got from the local farmer's market. Once the salad had been tossed together in the bowl, she drizzled a good amount of lemon juice and vinegar over the top and placed a lid on the bowl and then placed it in the fridge until it was needed.

She had left a note in the staff room to say that she was making chicken burgers and salad for dinner and anyone was welcome to turn up.

Next, she moved on to making a strawberry and white chocolate cheesecake for dessert. First off she made the base by crushing Graham Crackers, pressed it into the tin and popped it into the oven to cook. While the base was in the oven she began to mix together the cream cheese mixture, blending fresh strawberries into the cream. Taking the base from the oven, she finished off the cream mixture and placed into the tin when the base was cooled. She then put the cheesecake into the oven to cook.

Once the dessert was finished, and sitting in the fridge so that the cream, chocolate and strawberry topping could set, she whisked a tablecloth out of the linen cupboard and carefully set the table, hoping that at least one other staff member would turn up - otherwise she had cooked enough to feed herself for the next few days.

Checking the time, she pulled a frying pan out of the cupboard and began to cook the chicken patties.

"This would be your character speaking."
"This would be your thoughts."
"This would be someone else talking."

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_{TAGGED: OpEn
WORDS: 479
LYRICS: B.O.B. & Hayley Williams
NOTES: Anyone want to come for dinner?
CREDITS: Thanks to BUNNYA! at Caution 2.0}

[Rochelle Z. Jacobs]

Rochelle had moved in a few days ago, the College the same as it always had been for her. In the end of her schooling career, she had seen the place as a prison, an end of her life, because she had left someone that she had loved behind. People to be more exact. Now, five years on, and Rochelle almost loathed being back. There was still that horrible Burlesque club, the alley where she had tried to kill herself, the hospital in which Jake had told her he loved her and then where she had given birth to a beautiful little girl. The same girl she had only seen a glimpse of before she was taken away.

Frodo, her Japanese Akita, was also settling in well in the apartment. The dog was fast asleep in his basket, as he usually did after they had gone on their run. Rochelle, dressed in a pair of black skinny jeans and a simple long sleeved shirt with Converse trainers, had seen the message on the staff board. Chicken Burgers at another staff members house. The name seemed familiar, but she couldn't place it, but alone in her apartment was not the way that Rochelle wanted to spend her evenings. So had gone on her run, showered and changed, now making her way to the apartment.

Knocking on the door, she smiled, hoping that this was really a fresh start for her. She had arrived in Park Town to a flood of memories, mostly of Ethan, because no matter that they haven't seen each other in years, she missed him terribly. She still loved him, but she hated him as well. He was the father of her child and the one who all but ruined her life. If she ever saw the bastard again, she wouldn't hesitate in hitting him.

Hi, she greeted the woman who opened the door. Rochelle Jacobs, she said with a smile, holding out a hand.

TALK TALK TALK
THINK THINK THINK

Who for :Tagged:
Inspiration :Muse:
Anything to say :Notes:
CREDIT TO ONZY AND KATY PERRY!

[Demeter Carr]

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CAN WE PRETEND THAT AIRPLANES IN THE
_{NIGHT SKY ARE LIKE SHOOTING STARS CAUSE I COULD REALLY USE A WISH RIGHT NOW}
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While the patties cooked, the instructor walked into her bedroom where she changed out of the yoga pants and tee she was wearing, and into a pink Indian silk skirt and white blouse that had three quarter sleeves. She then went back to the patties, transferring the cooked ones onto a plate that she placed into the heated oven.

At the sound of a knock on the door, Demeter lifted the frying pan off the gas element and placed it to the side, knowing the patties would continuing cooking in the hot pan, but there was no chance of them burning while off the heat. The others that were already cooked were in the oven staying warm.

Wiping her hands on a clean towel, she opened the door with a ready smile.

Hi, Rochelle Jacobs

Her smile deepened as the woman on the other side of the door introduced herself. "Come on in, Rochelle." She said as she stepped back, giving the female entrance into the room. "I'm Demeter Carr, though everyone around here calls me Demi." She gestured to the dining table and the sofa in the living area that was to the right of her. "Would you like something to drink?" She had a range of non-alcholoic drinks in her fridge and she had a few wine coolers as well - which she kept for nights like these as she didn't touch anything with alcohol in it.

"If you will excuse me, I need to finish cooking the patties." she said as she turned back to the gas-hob and returned the pan to the heat to finish off the last of the patties. She then put them on the plate with the others and brought them to the table. She then quickly gathered the rest of the hamburger ingredients to the table, each of the items on platters. She then also brought the salad out of the fridge and removing the lid she placed a set of salad tongs into the bowl and carefully placed it on the table. "Shall we get started, or wait and see if anyone else is going to arrive?"

"This would be your character speaking."
"This would be your thoughts."
"This would be someone else talking."

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_{TAGGED: Rochelle, OpEn
WORDS: 376
LYRICS: B.O.B. & Hayley Williams
NOTES: Anyone want to come for dinner?
CREDITS: Thanks to BUNNYA! at Caution 2.0}

[Rochelle Z. Jacobs]

Rochelle entered the apartment, shaking her head at the offer of something to drink. No thanks. Maybe later, she said, smiling at Demi. Everything about Park was putting memories in her head. Of Ethan and Jacob. Both who she had loved a lot, and neither one working out. She missed Ethan the most. She had loved him. Truly loved him. She had been left with her own thoughts was dangerous, because she fell into that melancholy mood that she had acquired over the last five years.

She went to where she thought the table would be, and seated herself, smiling easily at Demi. I actually think that we should wait a few more minutes, she answered, hoping that more people would come. I'm not exactly sure how many people would come though, she said. Her training as a gymnast had forced her to eat healthy. She had struggled with bulimia as a teen, but now, she was healthy enough. She ate a controlled diet, but when needed, she would eat some chocolate. Her metabolism sometimes worked over time.

It does look great though, Rochelle said honestly. She wasn't a big fan of the red meats, so she mostly just ate chicken and fish. It made the fact of chicken burgers so much more appetising. Why did you decide to come to Park? she asked. Her own answer was going to emit a lot of truths, but she had to. When she had been at Park, she had had an affair with a staff member. She had fallen head over heels for Ethan, but why wouldn't she? He was a great guy once you got past the glaring things about him that would make a person hate him.

TALK TALK TALK

THINK THINK THINK

Cara :Tagged:
Robin Hood :Muse:
Meh :Notes:
CREDIT TO ONZY AND KATY PERRY!

[Demeter Carr]

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She nodded as the other woman declined a drink and she poured herself a glass of sparkling water, she knew she could have gone for something more fancy like grape-juice, but right now she just wanted water with a bit of zing.

She nodded to the suggestion of waiting a little longer, as she did hope that at least another person would arrive, possibly a male but she wasn't going to hold her breath - cause no one wanted her passing out. She looked at Rochelle's slim figure, slightly envious even though there was nothing wrong with her own slimness, and wondered what the woman did for fun outside teaching. "Do you ride?" She asked over she shoulder as she walked to the bench and began to prepare a platter of fresh fruit fruit slices, cheese and crackers which she placed on the table, and then went back to the bench and sliced a fresh baguette and lay it tastefully on a platter and put neat bowls of hummus and dipping oil in the middle, this too she placed on the table - thankful to the fact that she had a large round dining table so that it didn't look over crowded with all of the food, and the lazy susan made it so much easier for when she had dinner parties.

She placed the patties back into the oven to keep the warm and smiled at Rochelle as she sat down a couple of seats away from the other woman. "Help yourself to the fruit and bread. I'm sure we don't have to wait on ceremony for everything." She picked up a slice of melon from the fruit plate and bit into it, savouring the tart flavour of the sweet fruit. Her brow furrowed a little as she wondered if she should have bought a pineapple and made cheese and pineapple sticks.

It does look great though, Why did you decide to come to Park?

"Thank you." She said, the frown instantly melting to be replaced by a warm smile. She chuckled at the next question. "In all honesty?" She asked, crinkling her nose with a smile. "I came here to escape my mother." She laughed. "Mom is wonderful, don't get me wrong, but she's all business. I got tired of riding everyone else's horses - Mom is the manager of a barn in the States. I wanted to move along in my career, so I studied veterinary science, went for a holiday and here I am, working with rehabilitation horses." It was the ad libbed version of how she ended up at Park.

"This would be your character speaking."
"This would be your thoughts."
"This would be someone else talking."

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_{TAGGED: Onzy, Open, Anyone?
WORDS: 443
LYRICS: B.O.B. & Hayley Williams
NOTES: Second-guessing herself
CREDITS: Thanks to BUNNYA! at Caution 2.0}