Post by michel delafere on Jan 4, 2015 5:53:19 GMT
The familiar scent of overripe fruit greeted Michel as he swung the wide oak doors to M. Truls house open. House was, perhaps, a bit of an understatement, as the villa was larger than any house Michel had ever lived in. Truls was predictably absent; Michel had only met the man a handful of times, each giving him a worse impression. That mattered little. You didn’t have to particularly like a guy to clean his house, it turned out. Not that Michel planned on doing an outstanding job of it in the first place. He was being paid mediocrely, and it was only fitting that he did mediocre work.
Several others were to assist in the cleaning, though they had either yet to arrive or were already deep inside the house. There was theoretically a supervisor, who would guarantee the quality of the work, and generally such individuals parked themselves either in the library or kitchen, wherever they would do the most damage. Normally Michel would be annoyed by such a lackluster system, but honestly, he was just grateful to work without someone breathing down his back, criticizing his every move.
Taking off at a brisk pace, Michel headed for the stairs. He’d been cleaning for Truls for the past two months, and thus had a relatively good idea of the house’s layout. Since the cleaners lacked structure, rooms were divvied out on a first come first serve basis. Michel, of course, desired Truls’ office, or possibly one of the spare bedrooms.
Clanging could be heard even halfway up the stairs, which ruled out the nearby office. Slightly disheartened, Michel quickened his pace, turning for the left wing, which contained the majority of the bedrooms.
“Blast.”
One glance down the hall told him all he had to know. As a general rule, an obnoxiously wide open door meant that someone was already or on their way to working on a room. Though Truls’ bathrooms were hardly dirty, Michel hated the principle of having the clean the room where others cleansed themselves.
He opened the master bathroom door with perhaps more force than was necessary, then stopped in his tracks, face pale. The lighting was dim, only a few rays of sunlight peeking through slats of stained glass overhead. This was enough to illuminate the overfull bath, and within, a woman’s floating body.
notes: feel free to choose method of death if u want
Several others were to assist in the cleaning, though they had either yet to arrive or were already deep inside the house. There was theoretically a supervisor, who would guarantee the quality of the work, and generally such individuals parked themselves either in the library or kitchen, wherever they would do the most damage. Normally Michel would be annoyed by such a lackluster system, but honestly, he was just grateful to work without someone breathing down his back, criticizing his every move.
Taking off at a brisk pace, Michel headed for the stairs. He’d been cleaning for Truls for the past two months, and thus had a relatively good idea of the house’s layout. Since the cleaners lacked structure, rooms were divvied out on a first come first serve basis. Michel, of course, desired Truls’ office, or possibly one of the spare bedrooms.
Clanging could be heard even halfway up the stairs, which ruled out the nearby office. Slightly disheartened, Michel quickened his pace, turning for the left wing, which contained the majority of the bedrooms.
“Blast.”
One glance down the hall told him all he had to know. As a general rule, an obnoxiously wide open door meant that someone was already or on their way to working on a room. Though Truls’ bathrooms were hardly dirty, Michel hated the principle of having the clean the room where others cleansed themselves.
He opened the master bathroom door with perhaps more force than was necessary, then stopped in his tracks, face pale. The lighting was dim, only a few rays of sunlight peeking through slats of stained glass overhead. This was enough to illuminate the overfull bath, and within, a woman’s floating body.
notes: feel free to choose method of death if u want