Freak Experimentals

[Flamebird]

A third serving was placed in front of her.

Chocolate pudding, cheesecake, chocolate and peanut butter mousse, snickerdoodle cookies, and marshmallow fruit salad. Felicity shook, taking a fork and immediately digging in, despite her stomach's protesting.

Felicity was in a bar, trying to find escape. She vowed to never drink again, but binge eating was still on the table. The warmth of the fireplace nearby offered a sense of physical pleasure as she gorged herself. She had so many regrets, too many regrets. She needed escape. She was already halfway done with her plate. There were seldom few people in the bar. Good thing, for Felicity was on the verge of tears. It all started when she found her old home in ruins, then the regrets never stopped.

Felicity shook her head, forcing herself to swallow the sweets. The aromas of food and drink swirled around her. The bar, despite having only one or two guests, had people cooking as if expecting a feast.

Felicity sniffed the air. Was that strawberry shortcake she smelled? She would need some of that.

Slumped in her chair, Felicity continued on her gluttonous rampage. She needed escape from her sins, and this was currently her best option. She shoveled some of the mousse into her protesting mouth.

[Reytac]

Sugar after sugar vanished into what Evian was coming to believe was actually a portal to a bottomless pit that was masquerading as a redheaded girl. It was actually kind of interesting, in a macabre, disturbing way.

The redheaded girl had come in, and if she hadn't been projecting an air of depression that made it hard to see her as anything other than sad, he would have said she had come storming in. As it was, though, she had all but collapsed into her seat and started ordering anything and everything that the bar and attached restaurant had that had kind of high sugar content in it. He supposed it was a good thing that he'd heard one of the waiters mentioning that the chefs were experimenting with new things for the menu today.

She hadn't seemed to even register that he was nearby when she took her seat, and started ordering. So he had an almost front row seat to watching the sugar-laden foods vanishing past thin lips cracked by chapping, where the food apparently ceased to exist for all it was doing to her. He was disturbed, and a bit impressed that she was managing to eat so much. Still, it looked like she was starting to struggle, her three-fingered - and he wondered where her pinky went - hand quivering slightly as she kept forcing food into her system. Evian caught a waiter's gaze and beckoned him over.

"Might want to bring a bucket soon. And a mug of water." He inclined his head towards the girl, who paid the two no heed. The waiter, a gangly boy who looked to be not much younger than the girl in question, took a look at the redhead then nodded rapidly. He scurried away, avoiding another waitress who was bringing out yet another dessert.

Evian had seen plenty of people drinking to forget their woes. This was the first time he had ever seen someone literally gorging themselves to accomplish the same. He sat back and sipped on his mead, waiting for the eventual spectacle that was sure to come after this much force feeding.