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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2013 11:42 am
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Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2013 3:35 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2013 6:31 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2013 7:30 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2013 1:23 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2013 4:48 pm
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Fara went gazed around the room once more and saw one of the other girls hide behind lily. Seeing as she was shy Fara decided to not pursue the other girls name but instead decided to wait for her to get comfortable enough to tell her without prompt. She then turned and entered the kitchen. Seeing as Cece was washing dishes she decided to first clean the floor of its fine layer of dust with a broom and dust pan. Once she was finished she searched around and found an old bucket and mop. she then started on the floor. After about 15 minutes the floor looked good enough that she went tentatively to the fridge.
Holding a hand in front of her face she proceeded to open the fridge door. As soon as the door open Fara was hit with a mixture of relief, disgust and then disappointment. Relief at finding the fridge relatively clean, disgust at the smell that seemed to come from the curdled milk and disappointment at the relatively empty shelves. She then used her fore fingers to gingerly lift the milk out of the fridge and walking fast paced to the trash can, careful not to spill a drop. There she unceremoniously disposed of the offending item.
So gross she thought to herself with a slight shiver, sometimes I dislike my sensitive nose. Remembering the smell once again her throat closed up in a slight gagging action. Pushing the memory far away, though it only happened moments ago she walked briskly away and went back to the fridge.
Taking inventory she found some eggs that didn't seem spoiled just yet and a few other wilted vegetable that were beyond saving. Into the trash they go she thought with a slight bit of amusement.Closing the fridge door she then proceed to dump the vegetables into the trash. Once again she went back to the fridge and opened up the freezer. There she found some frozen meats. Some freezer burned and others not along with some frozen vegetable. Peas, carrots and corn she rattled of in her head.
After serving the freezer she then moved onto the cabinets. She searched and found a couple spices lining the bottom of one shelf and in another found an unopened bag of rice. Perfect she thought to herself and now if only there was some..."Oh" she exclaimed in surprised delight. She had found some tea packets shoved behind a half full bag of sugar.
Undoubtedly there would be other items around but what she found she would be able to make a meal. She paused long enough to ponder if the owner would mind the use of her kitchen she shook her head and decided, this house seems to be abandoned so I'll just think of it that way. Nodding her head in silent confirmation of her own inner battle of misgivings. Nervously she then walked up to Cece and asked "Would you mind giving me a teapot and another pot, maybe a spoon of some sort" . Hopeing she didn't sound to pushy she then asked "And a frying pan, please" she ended with a smile.
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2013 6:00 pm
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Cece watched Fara with an amused expression. After taking inventory, she walked up to her. "Sure, I can find those. I've been in an old house designed like this. If I remember..." her voice trailed off as she kneeled on the ground, mini-hoping over to cabinets around the fridge. Opening one gingerly, as though it would turn to dust if moved to quickly, she stuck her hand deep into the open area and pulled out a teapot. "One done," she mumbled, searching again. She pulled out a frying pan, blowing away the dust bunnies. She placed it on the floor, sticking her head in this time to see. There was a small pot inside, but no matching lid. She brought it out anyways, putting it on top of the frying pan.
Standing up, she swiftly moved to the other side of the kitchen and pulled on a small drawer. Inside were wonderfully crafted silver silverware. She simply pointed to the spoon section. "Take your pick," she smiled.
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2013 7:36 pm
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