Food Wars [Event]

Orion stared blank faced at his phone. He had just received a message from a few of his friends about something going down in the high school cafeteria. Further investigation (IE texting them back and asking) revealed what exactly was going on: A food fight, between burgers and sushi. Orion slowly blinked at the messages asking him to help. He dimly recalled a similar thing happening within the past year or two, but it was undecided who won.  He considered it... Looked at his phone... Considered it.

"Screw it. Might as well have some fun."

Orion calmly texted back one of his friends and pocketed his phone, whistling calmly as he started walking towards where the food trucks were set up, considering how best to go about his plan to aid his chosen side. Well, there was a food truck for each, so he would have to deal with one while taking the other. As he approached, his eyes lit up as he noticed that a few members of the football team were already there eating burgers. Oh good. He approached the group that were sitting down, standing so as to be framed by the sunlight.

"Afternoon gentleman. I assume none of you have checked your text messages?"

Orion's words sparked curiosity among the bulky young men, a few of whom began pulling out their phones and checking. Slowly, whispering and covert glances were tossed among one another before attention shifted to Orion as he coughed to get their attention.

"Now that you have been properly informed... It seems our comrades are in need of supplies. And we need to deny our opponents supplies, no?"

A few nods, more glances. Orion pointed at the assembled food trucks.

"Well... as it happens, I can drive. And there is a target of opportunity right over there."

A heartbeat. Then, the young men began to rapidly devour their meals as Orion walked calmly past, a few who had already finished eating standing up from their table and lining up in front of the table, a few still following him. Orion stopped next to the burger truck, who had the only man on shift standing outside taking a smoke break. Orion patted him on the shoulder calmly.

"Hey there. I'm borrowing your truck."
"Oh sure... Wait, what?"
"Boys? Occupy him."

The two of the three football players who accompanied him grabbed the unfortunate worker and began manhandling him away. Orion and his final companion shut down the truck's window and cooking gear before climbing into the cab, Orion in the driver seat. Orion snickered as he grabbed the keys off the dashboard.

"Seriously, who leaves their keys in the vehicle anymore? Especially at a school filled with delinquents."

Orion inserted the keys and turned the ignition, the vehicle's engine sounding out. At the same time, a roar was heard from the rest of the football team as they all bum-rushed the sushi truck.

"FOR BUUURGEEEERRRSSS!!!!!"

And with that, the truck didn't stand a chance, and was sent toppling by the tackle of hardened jock delinquents, to a resounding cheer from the players. Orion popped his head out the window of his co-opted truck and thrust a fist out.

"Come my comrades! WE JOIN THE FIGHT FOR OUR BRETHREN!"

And with that, the truck drove off, accompanied by it's honor guard of football players, all ready for the war, all heading to aid their comrades at the high school cafeteria.

((Cause football players? Sushi? Nononononono. So, Orion has co-opted allies! AND A BURGER TRUCK! AND HAS BROUGHT ABOUT THE DOWNFALL OF A SUSHI TRUCK!))

The heat of the moment is a crazy thing---such as hurling condiment-drenched foodstuffs at people. It all started with Kevin picking up his books and getting oriented with the lay of the land when he passed by a couple of his fellow students, hurrying along. He didn't catch all of the conversation they had, but the words "food", "fight", "burgers" and "sushi" made his ears perk up as if he were a dog that just heard a sudden noise. There was a moment of pause as he considered this: as intriguing as this all was, Kevin had to remind himself it was his first day at this school...hell, it was the first day he had been to a school period, after having to do home study to catch up on what he missed. Kevin hadn't even received his class schedules or even a syllabus. On top of that, there was a voice in the back of his head that spoke on behalf of his mother, berating him for even thinking of being so filthy and wasteful. Did he really want to do this?

Of course!

Which brings us to the current moment: Kevin made his way to the cafeteria, which happened to be right at the moment that the burger truck pulled up. On one side of him, he had the fight. On another, the truck. There was a moment of confusion about the vehicle barreling its way to the war zone...and then he had one simple question to ask: wait, where's all the fuckin' pizza? Sure, burgers were always an American staple. And sushi was a nice, elegant change in pace...probably healthier, too. Kevin really liked a good Lion King Roll...but pepperoni. Sausage. Cheese. That tomato sauce that never failed to absolutely ruin his stomach and purge his insides---it was sacred. A decision was made. It wasn't popular, it wasn't wise, but it was his. Kevin took a full sprint towards what he assumed would be a kitchen area, hoping for the best. What he found didn't disappoint him in the least. Not long after, both sides would watch a lone fool emerge from around the corner, one oven-mitted hand hoisting several whole pizzas stacked atop each other above his head on an aluminum tray. The other hand was ripping off slices and chucking them at high velocity at anyone who was unlucky enough to step in the line of fire. His war cry could be heard throughout the vicinity, one that affirmed his stance and let everyone firmly know what he believed:

"IT'S PIZZA TIME, YOU BEEEEEEIIIIIIIITCH!"

Then she probably LOATHED the concept of pepperoni.

Kevin's stance on the war was brave, but foolhardy. He was unfortunately outnumbered on both sides---easy to do when you're by yourself. Go figure! However, getting pelted with rice like it was buckshot, alongside the discomfort of mayonnaise being plastered along his cheek and neck (let's face it, he was an easy target both ways), Kevin was hard pressed on fighting for the principle of pie. Kevin took a quick survey of the room, made a judgement call and flung a combination slice right at Elliot's head, a triangle of sausage, pepperoni, mushrooms, olive, green peppers, red sauce and five different kinds of cheese soaring through the air like a delectable discus.

Cardes sat right in the center the Burger Brigade, not knowing how he got in this mess. All he wanted was to sit somewhere and have a nice lunch, he even brought blueberries. But suddenly some wasabi and ginger got onto the precious blueberries, ruining them. So Cardes would do what most teenagers his age would do; try and get revenge using extreme violence, and love, cannot ever forget love. Though he had tried sushi and it wasn't that bad, he definitely preferred burgers, the beef really got him going. So there he sat in the middle of the conflict, comfortably sitting right next to the Catapults, wearing a little burger patty beret he had acquired. With a snap of his fingers, the catapults started to fire away, launching their ketchup mayo burger mixture across the air onto the other side of the battlefield. Still not satisfied with all of the firepower, The little devil looked around at all the spare parts and fries laying on the ground, and a few ideas came into his head. Sitting down after firing the catapults a few more times, Cardes began to assemble the spare parts with a mischievous look in his eye.