Captorvating

Mituna Sirius Captor, age 20, film and art student. || Closed Roleplay blog for Crocker Institute

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Oh Sh*t, What’s Burning?

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Once he got the fans going he let out a sigh of relief, he was half expecting to start some kind of garbage disposal. However the second the fans started up Mituna seemed far more relived.There was his fun for the day, maybe the next few days. Luckily all the excitement was enough to distract him from his mild headache instead of worsen it.

He ignored the other for a moment, checking the nearby cabinets for some small portable fans. He grinned when his search returned triumphant. It was then that he decided to lean against the cabinets fan still in hand. “I’d say you’re welcome…but thats kinda not a thank you…” He snickered a bit, but in a good natured way rather then malicious. “so..so I mean…you’re kinda welcome?”

He walked past him towards the windows, quickly plugging in the fan and pointing it towards the windows. He shoved his hands in his pockets for a moment, calling over his shoulder to him.“It’s Mituna Captor. Mind grabbing the other fan for me dude? I think there was at least one more in there.” Once he had finished setting up the fan he headed back towards his kitchen station.

“cookies were a bust, but I mean since you know what you’re doing want to help me here? make this not quite a bust..” Mituna pulled out the tray of sweets from the fridge and set it on the table. He followed this by pointing to a package of white chocolate.” it only needs to be melted…the back of it should say how to in the microwave. If you’re up for it that is..”

Go figure, he messed up again when it came to thanking the guy. Would he ever just be a functioning human being capable of normal human interactions? Probably not, he figured. He was doomed to be a fuck-up for the rest of his life. A fuck-up with no friends, apparently, because this situation was going downhill fast. Not that Cronus needed friends. He was plenty cool all by himself… right? It was a mild surprise when Mituna even kept talking to him, much less told Cronus his name. Snapping out of his admittedly depressing thoughts, he nodded and headed over to the cabinet to fetch the remaining fans. Turning up with two of them, he plugged them in at different angles from Mituna’s to help diffuse the smoke. With a sigh, he ran a hand over his hair, pouting slightly at the mess he’d made of his cookies. The way his expression lit up when Mituna offered to not only continue speaking to him, but to actually let him help with something, was full of pure childlike joy. It might have been cute, except that it only lasted for a fraction of a second before Cronus was clearing his throat and regaining his composure. One more time, he ran his hand over his hair and gave Mituna a kind of shrug. “I mean, since you asked so nicely, I guess I can help you out.”  It was easy for him to contain the positive feelings in his voice; he’d always been that way. Or at least, he had been that way since starting college. He was a master at projecting the aloof, too-cool-for-school image he worked so hard on maintaining. Picking up the white chocolate, he gave the instructions a read – a more thorough read than he’d given the instructions on baking the cookies – and nodded. “Yeah, this seems simple enough. I got your back.” Opening the package, he poured its contents into a bowl and stuck it in the microwave, double checking the time settings before hitting start.

[beeboytuna-blog]

Mituna checked over the rest of his things, all seemed to be in order. Cronus had the final piece. Once he was done, Tuna could sit back and ignore almost everyone. He started the conversation, might as well not ignore the poor sap.. Even if his hair was a bit more nerdy on the other then it should have been. Also he had to admit, that aloof air about the dude kinda pissed him off. He played it off as rich people. Rich people always act like they’re better then anyone else, even when they made them selves look like a fool not five minutes earlier.  In all honesty, Tuna didn’t really know if Cronus was rich or not. Cronus just had that feeling to him. That feeling of money. Tuna personally hated that feeling, which probably came from a long history in public school. Most who were in middle to lower class never made it out of public school without some hatred of those who got what they wanted and had the money to spare to do it. Tuna sighed, jumping out of his thoughts when he heard the microwave beep. When did he start to get so bitter about that whole thing? It was like his brain was trying to pick faults in something he didn’t even know to be true. It was like the room shifted for him, he went from being rather neutral to suddenly worried, insecure.  Without even realizing it he had slumped in his seat, almost as if he had curled up on himself. Not a good time for this. Really not a good time for this. In front of others, especially someone he didnt know. “Sorry....that was rude. To ask you for help.” 

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Oh Sh*t, What’s Burning?

It was Cronus’ first baking club meeting, and he was already screwing it up. Of course, half the members were dudes and the other half were chicks he’d already struck out with so there wasn’t much in the way of what he signed up for. Some small part of him just figured hey, what the hell, may as well bake something while he’s here. It could be fun. Boy, was he wrong. Whoever had let Cronus try to do anything involving an oven without supervision was going to be regretting it. It was assumed, of course, that people who had chosen to join a club specifically for baking would know what they were doing. That assumption was wrong. So, totally wrong. Cronus had absolutely no idea what he was doing, and if it weren’t for the cookbooks littered about the room he probably wouldn’t have even known the first thing to put into cookie dough. All things considered, the dough itself turned out alright. It was a little goopy, sure, and it could have used a few extra scoops of flour but it was certainly dough, and it would certainly produce cookies if baked correctly. Emphasis on the ‘if’. Sure, he’d read the instructions, but how hard could it really be from this point on? He would come to regret that line of thinking within the next hour. Cookies in the oven, he simply stood near it, half-watching, mostly playing on his phone. The scent of fresh-baked cookies would hit his nose when they were done, he figured. Unfortunately, he was wrong again. So very wrong. If the scent of fresh-baked cookies ever wafted from the oven, Cronus completely missed it, because the first thing he smelled after putting the cookies in the oven was the odor of burnt ash. Nearly dropping his phone, he shoved it in his pocket hastily and turned to the oven. From what he could see, his cookies were charcoal-black and oh no what if they caught fire? In a panic, Cronus opened the oven, only to be greeted with a billow of smoke and the smell of burnt baked goods, stronger than ever. Waving his hands, he tried to clear some of the smoke, grabbing an oven mitt to retrieve his completely ruined tray of cookies.

[beeboytuna-blog]

Mituna had baked before. He use to bake a lot when he was little so he wasn’t entirely unfamiliar with the kitchen. If anything he knew the basics, and as long as one knew the basics they could really get anywhere if they took the time to carefully read over a recipe. Mituna, even with his memory being a it spotty at times, could easily handle baking. However, Mituna hadn’t be feeling baking at all that day. If anything he showed up to meet people and get a feel for what he had gotten himself into. He did however, mostly so he wouldn’t look like a complete fool, bring stuff for some simple no bake recipe he had found on the internet. He had picked up the ingredients before showing up, oreos, creme cheese, and some white choclate. Simple enough. Only three ingredients. Something even he couldnt get frustrated at on a off day. Once he had been halfway done with his treat, letting it chill in the freezer, he decided to go around and meet a few of the other members. He was pretty terrible at introductions, but a quick hello and trading names never hurt anyone. It took about fifteen minuets before he had finally wandered to Cronus. He didn’t go up to the other at first, instead he leaned against the counter, watching him with a almost amused look. It really wasn’t often he saw someone so interested in their phone in front of a stove. Mituna didn’t really wanna interrupt him either, he was far to interested at how this was all going to play out. As long as whoever this was didn’t burn the room down, he saw no real harm in letting himself have some fun at the others misfortune. It wasn’t took much longer that the cookies started to burn. Man that was interesting, if Mituna wasn’t sure this dude could beat him up he would have started to laugh. He did his best concealing his snickers, watching the other with a rather amused face. Once he felt the other had suffered enough he finally stepped up. “cmon dude, We need to get the smoke out of here, or you might kill a few people and make this place smell like a war zone. “He hummed, moving to gently place a hand on his shoulder. “you get the windows, i’ll go turn on some fans, i’m sure this place has some, it is a kitchen after all.”  He didn’t bother to say much more, he turned his attention to the other side of the room, heading for some light switches. Hopefully one of them would be what he was looking for.

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His tray of burnt cookies set carefully on the top of the oven, Cronus groaned, not sure what to do next. Fortunately for him, some kind soul seemed to have wandered up who knew exactly what to do. Well, kind soul was relative; the stranger had a suspicious grin on his lips, as though he were gaining some sort of amusement out of Cronus’ failure. The guy could clearly not be trusted, based on that, but did he really have another option? When Mituna’s hand touched his shoulder, Cronus flinched back slightly, nowhere near used to people being touchy with him. It took him a moment to relax, but once he did, he nodded, looking toward the windows. “Yeah, uh. I’ll do that,” he answered almost timidly, wishing he had thought of that sooner. It was obvious, and yet he had just stood there like an idiot while someone else pointed it out to him. Making his way over to the windows, he struggled with them for a moment before realizing they needed to be unlocked. With a sigh of frustration, he unlocked the first window, pushing it open finally. He repeated this process with the other three windows in the room, watching as wafts of smoke started blowing outside. What a relief. With a quick glance over his shoulder to check the other dude’s progress, he spotted Mituna almost immediately. Instead of standing by the windows like a loser, he decided to go look like he was at least being useful, even if he wasn’t. He sidled over to the Captor, trying to get a good look at what he was doing. “Hey, uh, thanks for the save. Not that I needed your help. I had it totally under control.” No, Cronus, that’s not how you thank people. He cleared his throat and decided to try again. “I mean, it was cool of you to come help out.” Cronus paused, shoving his hands in his pockets awkwardly. While he had an easy time talking to women, at least he thought so, dudes were a whole different story. He never knew where to begin when it came to simple friendly interactions, and he wasn’t about to start hitting on this random guy. While he didn’t necessarily have anything against dating guys, he didn’t like starting off the situation on the defensive. “So, uh, what’s your name? I’m Cronus. I mean, we’re both in baking club, so we may as well get acquainted.” 

[beeboytuna-blog]

Once he got the fans going he let out a sigh of relief, he was half expecting to start some kind of garbage disposal. However the second the fans started up Mituna seemed far more relived.There was his fun for the day, maybe the next few days. Luckily all the excitement was enough to distract him from his mild headache instead of worsen it. He ignored the other for a moment, checking the nearby cabinets for some small portable fans. He grinned when his search returned triumphant. It was then that he decided to lean against the cabinets fan still in hand.  “I’d say you’re welcome...but thats kinda not a thank you...” He snickered a bit, but in a good natured way rather then malicious. “so..so I mean...you’re kinda welcome?” He walked past him towards the windows, quickly plugging in the fan and pointing it towards the windows. He shoved his hands in his pockets for a moment, calling over his shoulder to him.“It’s Mituna Captor. Mind grabbing the other fan for me dude? I think there was at least one more in there.” Once he had finished setting up the fan he headed back towards his kitchen station. “cookies were a bust, but I mean since you know what you’re doing want to help me here? make this not quite a bust..” Mituna pulled out the tray of sweets from the fridge and set it on the table. He followed this by pointing to a package of white chocolate.” it only needs to be melted...the back of it should say how to in the microwave. If you’re up for it that is..”

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Oh Sh*t, What’s Burning?

It was Cronus’ first baking club meeting, and he was already screwing it up. Of course, half the members were dudes and the other half were chicks he’d already struck out with so there wasn’t much in the way of what he signed up for. Some small part of him just figured hey, what the hell, may as well bake something while he’s here. It could be fun. Boy, was he wrong. Whoever had let Cronus try to do anything involving an oven without supervision was going to be regretting it. It was assumed, of course, that people who had chosen to join a club specifically for baking would know what they were doing. That assumption was wrong. So, totally wrong. Cronus had absolutely no idea what he was doing, and if it weren’t for the cookbooks littered about the room he probably wouldn’t have even known the first thing to put into cookie dough. All things considered, the dough itself turned out alright. It was a little goopy, sure, and it could have used a few extra scoops of flour but it was certainly dough, and it would certainly produce cookies if baked correctly. Emphasis on the ‘if’. Sure, he’d read the instructions, but how hard could it really be from this point on? He would come to regret that line of thinking within the next hour. Cookies in the oven, he simply stood near it, half-watching, mostly playing on his phone. The scent of fresh-baked cookies would hit his nose when they were done, he figured. Unfortunately, he was wrong again. So very wrong. If the scent of fresh-baked cookies ever wafted from the oven, Cronus completely missed it, because the first thing he smelled after putting the cookies in the oven was the odor of burnt ash. Nearly dropping his phone, he shoved it in his pocket hastily and turned to the oven. From what he could see, his cookies were charcoal-black and oh no what if they caught fire? In a panic, Cronus opened the oven, only to be greeted with a billow of smoke and the smell of burnt baked goods, stronger than ever. Waving his hands, he tried to clear some of the smoke, grabbing an oven mitt to retrieve his completely ruined tray of cookies.

[beeboytuna-blog]

Mituna had baked before. He use to bake a lot when he was little so he wasn’t entirely unfamiliar with the kitchen. If anything he knew the basics, and as long as one knew the basics they could really get anywhere if they took the time to carefully read over a recipe. Mituna, even with his memory being a it spotty at times, could easily handle baking. However, Mituna hadn’t be feeling baking at all that day. If anything he showed up to meet people and get a feel for what he had gotten himself into. He did however, mostly so he wouldn't look like a complete fool, bring stuff for some simple no bake recipe he had found on the internet. He had picked up the ingredients before showing up, oreos, creme cheese, and some white choclate. Simple enough. Only three ingredients. Something even he couldnt get frustrated at on a off day. Once he had been halfway done with his treat, letting it chill in the freezer, he decided to go around and meet a few of the other members. He was pretty terrible at introductions, but a quick hello and trading names never hurt anyone. It took about fifteen minuets before he had finally wandered to Cronus. He didn’t go up to the other at first, instead he leaned against the counter, watching him with a almost amused look. It really wasn’t often he saw someone so interested in their phone in front of a stove. Mituna didn’t really wanna interrupt him either, he was far to interested at how this was all going to play out. As long as whoever this was didn’t burn the room down, he saw no real harm in letting himself have some fun at the others misfortune. It wasn’t took much longer that the cookies started to burn. Man that was interesting, if Mituna wasn’t sure this dude could beat him up he would have started to laugh. He did his best concealing his snickers, watching the other with a rather amused face. Once he felt the other had suffered enough he finally stepped up. “cmon dude, We need to get the smoke out of here, or you might kill a few people and make this place smell like a war zone. “He hummed, moving to gently place a hand on his shoulder. "you get the windows, i’ll go turn on some fans, i’m sure this place has some, it is a kitchen after all.”  He didn’t bother to say much more, he turned his attention to the other side of the room, heading for some light switches. Hopefully one of them would be what he was looking for.

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Sewing Troubles

There was no one worse then Mituna at sewing. Perhaps that was a gross overstatement, but to Mituna it didn’t matter. In his mind he was the worse at sewing and it frustrated him. It never worked, no matter how hard he tried. Hand sewing proved entirely useless to him. He was far better at it then machine sewing, but it always ended with the stitches looking wrong and breaking so easily no one could possibly wear it.  So then he tried to machine sew. He had borrowed a friends machine, threaded it, with a bit of frustrations at the vague instructions on how too, and finally started sewing. That was until he realized the foot pedal was extremely touchy and the string kept bunching and breaking no matter how hard he tried. It ended with him almost sewing his shirt to the cloth and ending up having to stop or risk causing a migraine.  His frustration with the art of sewing only got worse when he joined the cosplay club. Why did he join a club about playing as a character, in costume, if he couldn't make a costume? He had to learn how to do something, mostly because he felt stupid that he couldn't, he was sure others at least had a more basic understanding then him. The only really safe bet he had was asking someone who knew better then him. So he arranged a meeting with someone he knew, someone he could at least trust not to be to frustrated with him. Most people tended to be.  So there he was, in his dorm with his fingers going a mile a minute on his keyboard as he waited. Running to his computer was always his first choice when his nerves were getting to him. It was either his laptop or some other probably far more destructive habit. He wanted to make a good first impression. It had been so extremely long since he talked to her that, well he practically was sure she had nearly forgotten him. If anyone could help him, she could.