Post by Eleanora Scarlett on Apr 25, 2014 6:48:42 GMT
A long drawn out sigh was what could be said for the messy kitchen. She hadn't touched it for days, and thought it would be best that the kitchen staff do their job for once, but like always she was left with a shit-hole. Dirty dishes were piled high, and the fire stone oven looked like it hadn't been scraped in ages. Not only that, the burner was still on. It was a wonder that this place hadn't burnt down already.
So, with a determined face, and a look at the clock, she prepped herself for at least a few hours of cleaning. Rolling her sleeves, and tying her loose T-shirt up along with her hair, she grabbed the cleaning supplies and started her mass of a work load. Putting all the dishes on the small counter, and then cleaning, scrubbing, and wiping down all the food and mold infested counters, before moving to the floors. This took a while, because she had OCD with the floors having a little stain on it, so the scrubbing would last till her hands would go numb or that rotten stain would come out.
Now that the main kitchen area was finished, Eleanora finally moved onto the dishes, scrubbing and cleaning every one of them by hand. It was a little pet peeve of hers when it came to sticking them in the dishwasher. No way, no how, because in her world nothing could clean a plate better than her own working hands. Sweat started to roll down her neck, and the concentration was evident in her swift and agile movements.
Getting about halfway done, she decided to take a small break, but didn't let herself get stopped there, so she decided to make a small fruit plate. Going to the refrigerator and pulling out strawberries, banana's, mango's, peaches, and kiwi, she sliced them with care, and placed them like a decorator would perfectly on the plate. Food styling had always been a simple mindless task to get her anger and frustration out, and it was needed in a time such as hour less cleaning upon cleaning up after everyone else's messes. Putting all the fruit back when she was finished, she then dug into her small plate. The fresh juices of the fruit awakening her tired and overworked body. It was a wonder why she didn't just pass out.
Either way, she seemed to be the only one that cared about the well-being of this place, and didn't ever seem to mind doing just that. The only issue was when the master or any other person decided to barge themselves into her life. Problems would arise quickly, since she had been a slave in the past, it was how she would act towards them that always caused the problems. If she didn't do it properly and silently be obedient, then she would get punished, and the punishment wasn't something she dared even test.
