Seek and ye shall find

[evelit]

Evelit was not pleased. With one hand on her hip and the other tugging with disbelief at her hair, she stared at the mess before her. Footprints--mud footprints--had defiled her freshly cleaned floor. Hours of laboring with that dreaded mop and replacing dirtied water flashed before her eyes, shocking her into a stunned silence. And then she groaned, her hand crawling in front of her face as she came to a slow and unexpected realization. She would have to do it all over again.

Anger swept through her then, her hand curling into a fist as she looked suddenly over her shoulder and then rapidly over the other. Who did it?! Poor unfortunate souls...her stare held nothing but an intense glare. There would be no warmth, no humor, within those icy green orbs this day. People found themselves hastily looking away and starting pointless chatter with whomever was near. It didn't matter about what. So long as they were no longer under such a menacing stare, someone could have started a conversation about the missing children and it would have been welcomed.

Noticing this, Evelit gave a long (not to mention loud) sigh, her hand returning once more to her forehead to pull back her hair. "Heartless beast," she hissed to the perpetrator. Though she did not know who had done it, whoever had had gotten smart. Her eyes followed the trail left behind then narrowed slightly when it was abruptly cut off. He'd taken off his shoes.

The observation created a small feeling of satisfaction. But she was caught between finding out who had done it, and making him regret being such a slob, or cleaning up the mess. It was, after all, her turn to clean the floors and should the mess be spotted while it was her shift...she shook her head before the thought turned too grim for even her to overcome. No. The floors would get cleaned.

The corners of her lips curved into a small smile. Now, where are you hiding?

[Invisible]

The kitchen had been less than pleased to see Genet if only because, well, she had no attention for careful work and grew bored of the tedious things anyone could do. After spilling an entire bowl of flour the head cook had growled at Genet to get out and not come back. Really, how rude. She was supposed to be helping in the kitchen today, but, well, if she wasn’t wanted she would just take her time finding something else to do. Absconding with a muffin she headed out to wander around before making her way back to the office and getting some other dull assignment.

A few crumbs dribbled down to her blouse and a couple more made their way onto the floor, but Genet paid them little mind. Instead she was distracted by the trail of muddy footprints. After looking at them she turned her attention to Evelit. Wow, she looked mad. “Wow. That sucks,” Genet commented by way of a conversational starter. “If it were me I’d roll whomever was responsible for that in the mud. Or at least their clothes.” She is so helpful. Always.

[evelit]

Decision made, Evelit's mind suddenly raced with ideas. Having spent most of her day doing chores this was the only thing to provide any kind of entertainment for her. Her mind paused as a disappointed look swept momentarily across her face. If this is fun for me..., her head snapped to look suspiciously at a boy that had curiously looked at her, then I'm getting old. But Evelit couldn't help herself. If she was good at anything, it was at humiliating people.

A playful (almost cruel) smirk played at her lips as she silently made her way to where the trail ended, her eyes scanning the faces she passed in search of clues. Her detective work, however, came to a sudden halt as her eyes landed on Genet coming out of the kitchen. With a muffin. Muffins were messy. My floor!

She watched, anger only seeming to grow, as crumbs fell in what seemed like slow motion to the floor. Her eyes narrowed slowly. If she concentrated hard enough, she could almost hear the impact of the crumbs on the floor. She watched, nearly seething, as Genet approached. Oh, she better watch what she says about my floor.

And then Genet spoke, and Evelit found herself wanting to take the girl by the collar and scream, "Do you think so?!" Of course, all Evelit did was release an exasperated sigh in an attempt to control herself. "Whoever did it would be lucky to get off that easy," Evelit said instead, annoyance flooding through her voice. She was choosing her words carefully. The last thing she wanted was the girl to spit muffin in her direction.

[Invisible]

Unaware that she was committing a capital offense Genet wiped crumbs from her blouse onto the floor. No sense not looking tidy when one could. Another bite of muffin was consumed before she spoke again. It’s not like the other girl had said much. Shoulders shrugging she grinned. “Can’t do too much. Besides, if you do the other person just gets back at you and you have to get back at them and so on and so on until you’re so sick of it you want to puke.” Genet has always been a girl with a vivid imagination or at least pretty visuals to use in conversation. Holding out a hand she pulls it back when realizing there are muffin crumbs on it.

She wipes her hand on her skirt, letting crumbs fall to the floor. “I’m Genet. I don’t think we’ve met have we?” All said without spitting muffin. Although once she’d spoke the last of said muffin got shoved into her mouth which kept her from talking for a bit. After brushing the last of her crumbs onto the floor she said, “Did you have to clean the floors? Wow. That’s worse than what I had to do. I need to go get some other dull and pointless chore to do, but I am taking a break first. I think I hurt my finger.” She holds out her hand again to display a perfectly healthy looking hand.

[evelit]

Distracted by the crumbs descending from the girl's clothes and onto the floor, Evelit caught only snippets of Genet's attempt to make conversation. Based on what she heard though, Evelit didn't feel the least bit guilty for completely disregarding Genet's observation. Obviously she was not aware of Evelit's history with her foster brother. The two of them were basically living a never ending rivalry, always discovering new ways to make the other miserable but...

Her eyes watched the last of the crumbs fall before she set her eyes back on Genet's face. She had to admit, she was half expecting to see whatever was left of her muffin to be on her face. Was she disappointed? And why was this person such a sloppy eater? Lips pursed with annoyance at the Genet's obvious cluelessness to her slobbery, Evelit suppressed her urge to tackle her and show her how much of a mess she had made. Her eyes began to wander, finding Genet too frustrating to even bother with.

"I highly doubt I'd end up puking from the experience," Evelit found herself saying a little sourly. "If things get that bad, I could always just take a dive." A pause gave the girl an opening to get the introductions over with. From the corner of her eye, Evelit saw Genet stretch out her hand then hastily clean it off on her skirt, earning a quiet sigh from the woman. Really now...this person did nothing but make her feel older than she really was.

"No, we haven't," Evelit responded, deciding to give Genet her full attention for the moment. "I'm--" she paused, watching with a little disgust as the remnants of the muffin disappeared within Genet's mouth, "Evelit." Though not her intention, she found herself looking away. She'd seen worse, of course, but it was absolute torture to watch Genet add more work to her chore. Why must this person test her so much?

She blinked, realizing that a hand had been thrust in her direction. She stared at it for a moment before looking back at Genet. "You...hurt it?" She repeated, putting emphasis on each word to show that she didn't believe a single word the girl had just said. She stepped closer to Genet now, nearly over her limit in patience, and held out her own hands. Blistered and calloused, they were far more worn than Genet's. "Kitchen duty is a gift compared to what I had to do. You need a new chore? Grab a mop. Unless you think someone such as yourself, who can't even help in the kitchen, is up for a little hard labor..." she stretched out one of her hands and gingerly picked off a crumb Genet had missed on her shoulder, "stop making a mess on my floor."

[Invisible]

If she’d known what the girl was thinking Genet would have been quite offended. Muffins produced crumbs, but she was hardly a slob. One couldn’t expect to eat a good muffin and not get crumbs. She chewed with her mouth closed and everything! Luckily she was quite unaware of what was said so didn’t have to take offense and do anything about it.

“Revenge over and over gets old. There’s better things to do with one’s time. I mean, if that’s not your opinion you are clearly just not as easily bored as me,” she answers with a grin. The grin faded some as she noticed how the girl was looking at her. She was just eating after all. People ate by putting food into their mouth. What a weirdo this girl was. Maybe she was just jealous because Genet had a muffin. That must be it because she was actually quite a proper eater. As good and proper as any Lady Holder.

When her hand was dismissed so she snorted. “Just because it’s not gashed open and bleeding doesn’t mean it’s not hurt. It got smashed I’ll have you know. Don’t be such a bore.” Looking at Evelit’s hands she wrinkled her nose. “Well, it’s not my fault you don’t know how to take care of them. There’s all sorts of things you can do to make them look better.” She wiggled her own fingers again as she held out her hands. They were not soft like some Lady’s, but certainly they looked better than the girl washing the floor. “I’d be happy to give you some advice.” She’s just that helpful.

The helpfulness faded as Evelit went off on her. When she didn’t deserve it at all. “What is your problem?” she asked with a puzzled tone. “You act like you’re the only one here who’s ever done any work. I’ve worked near every day of my life thank you very much. I doubt you’ve had it as rough as I have had. But, no, you just want to try to make me feel bad. Well, I tell you right now it won’t work. You go on with your scrubbing and feeling sorry for yourself. I refuse to get involved in such a mess.” Tossing her head she turned on her heel and marched off. What a horrid girl she thought to herself.