Post by "Casimiro" on Jul 31, 2012 21:29:27 GMT -5
Ho boy! Look at 'em go! Not bad for a shirtless guy!"
At the moment Casimiro was, almost literally, face-deep in a comically large bowl of noodles and meat, scarfing down anything and everything in it. He almost seemed to be making loud slurping, chomping noises on purpose and was eshewing utensils of any kind. Off to the side, there were two other equally large but empty bowls. It wasn't just Casimiro stuffing his face hole by himself though. There was a crowd of people gathered around him in that particular part of the "food court" of the Festival, hooting and cheering him on his gastro-nomical endeavor.
"C'mon, kid! I got yuans riding on you!"
The strangely engrossing(pun intended) sight all started when Casi had wandered onto the Fairgrounds, curious as to what all the commotion was about. Since the young man basically lived on the street, he had no idea that this was going on until it was actually happening. His child-like sense of curiosity and amusement kicked-in and he was immediately drawn-in by all the colors and sounds and the prospect of drunk women.
What caught his eyes, and nose, the most, however, was the long line of food vendors and tents. Again, since Casimiro basically lived on the street, he was never exactly privy to a regular source of, at least non-stolen, food. It wasn't something he was sad about or anything, like many other things Casimiro just blew it off and did whatever he wanted. But all this food was making him hungry, and there were too many people to try and steal anything substantial.
Then he caught sight of an interesting. The festival vendor of a local restaurant was holding a bit of a challenge. Whomever could successfully eat three Ba Sing Se-Sized bowl of noodles got all of them free. Suffice it to say, Casimiro took them up on the challenge and, after an announcement by the chef, Casimiro was going strong with a crowd of people waiting to see if he went all the way. Or if he would pass out in the process.
"He! Could! Go! All! The! Way!"
As for Casimiro, he was honestly enjoying the food way to much to care if he was getting full or not, or if he was making a complete mess of himself either. Between the noodles in his hair and the broth dripping down his chest, it was evident that Casimiro could not have cared less about his looks.
At the moment Casimiro was, almost literally, face-deep in a comically large bowl of noodles and meat, scarfing down anything and everything in it. He almost seemed to be making loud slurping, chomping noises on purpose and was eshewing utensils of any kind. Off to the side, there were two other equally large but empty bowls. It wasn't just Casimiro stuffing his face hole by himself though. There was a crowd of people gathered around him in that particular part of the "food court" of the Festival, hooting and cheering him on his gastro-nomical endeavor.
"C'mon, kid! I got yuans riding on you!"
The strangely engrossing(pun intended) sight all started when Casi had wandered onto the Fairgrounds, curious as to what all the commotion was about. Since the young man basically lived on the street, he had no idea that this was going on until it was actually happening. His child-like sense of curiosity and amusement kicked-in and he was immediately drawn-in by all the colors and sounds and the prospect of drunk women.
What caught his eyes, and nose, the most, however, was the long line of food vendors and tents. Again, since Casimiro basically lived on the street, he was never exactly privy to a regular source of, at least non-stolen, food. It wasn't something he was sad about or anything, like many other things Casimiro just blew it off and did whatever he wanted. But all this food was making him hungry, and there were too many people to try and steal anything substantial.
Then he caught sight of an interesting. The festival vendor of a local restaurant was holding a bit of a challenge. Whomever could successfully eat three Ba Sing Se-Sized bowl of noodles got all of them free. Suffice it to say, Casimiro took them up on the challenge and, after an announcement by the chef, Casimiro was going strong with a crowd of people waiting to see if he went all the way. Or if he would pass out in the process.
"He! Could! Go! All! The! Way!"
As for Casimiro, he was honestly enjoying the food way to much to care if he was getting full or not, or if he was making a complete mess of himself either. Between the noodles in his hair and the broth dripping down his chest, it was evident that Casimiro could not have cared less about his looks.
