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 Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2005 9:03 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2005 10:41 pm
:::a window is slid open and a cloaked figure slips in silently:::
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2005 7:12 pm
*walks in wearing a little maids outfit. Kneels and starts scrubing the bathroom floor.
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2005 9:17 pm
Myyth strolled in, a mop in one hand, and a bucket in the other. Looking around the bathroom, she can't help but groan. "Does no one ever see to this room?" She wondered aloud, even as she dipped the mop into the bucket. It would take an age to even give the room a half a** cleaning.......unless she employed magic, of course.
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2005 2:50 pm
Having been given a bucket and a cart of cleaning supplies Gadien made his way down through the hall. It was a rather errie place, creepy and the noises the place made as he wheeled the cart bordered on spooky...at least him. It was a rather dark night a Saturday night to be exact and it was rather cold ouside, the harsh winds blowing through the naked tree branches, Fall almost over, and Winter approaching.
He was given the simple task of cleaning the toilets, wondering how bad it could be he pushed the cart forward to his task. Little did he know how wrong he would be. Slowly the cart squeaed to a halt as he pushed it up the the bathroom door. He stepped closer and examined the old wooden frame of the door. He looked at the golden name plate on the door, it was written in black ink, the title "Lavatory" and in a fancy font. He took his hand and reached for the door knob noting its age, it was at least twenty years older than him. It has branch like designs for a grip, the center of the knob smooth though if one felt it, it would feel a little grimy. He began to turn the door and slowly it squeeked open, a light creek as the door started to open, and became a low groan as he stopped pushing the door open. He looked through his cart trying to find the right tools for the job, the cart wasn't his...some janitors and it was rather overfilled with cleaning suppiles and brushes for any occasion, weither it was the bathroom like now, or perhaps in the living room and there was a giant stain on the carpet from perhaps someone unable to keep ahold of his wine glass.
He selected from the choices a large steel pail with a long white brush. It was at least white when it was first bought, it now seemed rather grey and brown from all the cleanings it had indured. Sighing he took a half empty bottle of toilet cleaner and placed the brush and the bottle in the pail and walked into the bathroom, grabbing a rather dingy dirty rag from the cart as well stuffing it in his back pocket. He went to the sink looking at the plumbing. It seemed old fashioned, classy, and rather old, the theme of the house it seemed. The tap was a silver and it was not as grimy as everything else, which was a nice suprise. Turning the knobs of the facuet a gurgle and a stall on the pipes indicated that the water system was perhaps a bit shot to. After about ten seconds of waiting a large stream of rushing water came pouring out the nozzle, steam filling the air over the sink, the hot water going down the drain. Taking his brush he took the rag and cleaned it off the best it could placing it on the old wooden counter above the sink. He then took the pail in his hands the other one turning off the hot water. The sink was far to small and dainty to place a bucket under it.
He lifted the curtains back and to his suprise a horror befell upon him worse than death its self....to a Janitor. He looked in fear as he saw first hand the messiness of the previous oocupants. He peered down eyes barley able to keep open as he looked down at the bottom of the tub. He glanced moving his eyes forward at....soap scum at the bottom of the bathtub ring. He sighed and realized that he didnt have to clean it so he was ok now. He simply turned back the silver handle of the shower and placed the bucket under the silver nozzle. It quickly filled the bucket within thirty seconds and he turned it off. Closing the shower curtain he looked at it and gulped, he had never faced a bathroom this dirty before. He put the hot bucket of water down near the toilet and took out the bottle. Squeezing furiously, finnaly the dark green soap going into the bucket, mixing with the water and creating the cleaning solution.
He took the now clean...well cleaner brush head and dipped it slowly into the solution. He did so for a good minute swishing it around cleaning the head yet again. He then took it out and sighed, the tough part was coming up, the actual cleaning. He looked at the toilet and his face made a grimace. It was a old toilet with a bare lid and seat, the wood seemed rather old and perhaps rotted but he ignored this quickly opening it and wanting to get the job done. He started to clean the toliet his brush slowly wipping the inside of it. Scrubbing harder and harder he worked with all his might the scum and dirt hardly coming off. But soon he was finished and was about to poor the cleaner down the toliet when he heard a strange gurgle.
He decided to put the bucket of cleaner aside and bend over on his knees placing his head near the toilets bowl. He heard another louder girggle and then nothing. He sighed and pushed himself up to get up, or at least he was in the middle of doign this when a slimy tentacle grabbed him from the toilets exit. A long, slithery and slimy tentacle reached from the now cleaner waters and wrapped itself around his neck and hosited him into the air knocking his head on the wall and then throwing him to the ground, the tentacle however still wrapped around his neck.
He was now being chocked, the tentacle wrapping itself harder around his neck cutting off his air supply. Chocking he didn't know what to do, he was losing air and the panic in him was becoming worse. He tried clawing at it, or hitting it, but nothing seemed work on it, impervious to his physical attacks. He was fading fast and everything seemed to get a bit darker and blurry. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw the bucket. He didnt know if it would help but he decided it was better than nothing. With one last attempt of desperation he reached for the bucket, his hands luckily long enough and grabbed it. He struggled and poured the water of the tentacle creature planning on us ing the bucket as a weapon. And with his last bit of strength he raised the bucket determined to end the creatures strangle hold...but he didnt have to do anything. The water and cleaning solution were its achiles heel and it started to bubble and blister, it seemed to be its one big weakness at least. It started to writh in pain and it scurried back to its hole.
With no more than one last sound of its sliterhing tentacle body grabbing the lid slamming the lid down shutting its "door" on Gadien it was gone. He sighed and sat back catching his breath taking in long deep precious breaths. He looked at the toilet and shook his head. Using the Showers tub as leverage he pushed himself off the ground and wipped the slime off him and hopefully some wetness. Fixing up his shirt he grabbed the pail, the brush and the rag that had fallen on the ground and walking out shut the door. He placed them back where he found them on the trolley and began walking back go the service counter where he was supposed to leave it for the next guest. As he walked down the hall hoping that he never had to face a creature as wierd and disguting as that again.
But even as he wished this, behind the closed door of the bathroom there was a slinking, a small purple tentacle slithering around the floor. Sensing no one's presence it slid back into the toilet dissappearing leaving only a small bit bit of slime at the bottom of the lid. It sank back into the sewers where the beast once again rested, perhaps waiting for another cleaner of the bathrooms to come to test his cleaning prowess. All that Gadien knew as he left the cart at the front desk as that as God as his witness he'd never clean another dirty bathroom again. He walked out of the room taking one look back at the cart remembering his experince. He turned and walked out of the room thinking that at least it was over. What Gadien didnt realize that it wasnt over, it was just the begining!
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2005 4:03 am
Ah yes the joys of cleaning a bathroom. Most enjoyable with a mop or a broom and some grade A soap. Who are you kidding? Cleaning is horrible and a waste of time. At least to Rayne it is. The soap bubbles got into her black and red tipped hair and into her cold dark blue orbs that pass for eyes as they leave a wet mark on her cheek where a red mark under her eyes are. They go from the corner of each eye and down to a point(i will do a picture) and the water made it look as though the tough warrior was crying. Yet she never cried. Only once when HE was killed but she hated to dwell upon painful memories but instead, bask in pain of her enemies and she thrusted a sword deep within their already bleeing bodies and she would rip and tear...
"I said clean" her voice whispered as she remembered her orders that snapped her back to reality. "Oh the joy" Rayne smiled sarcastically, grabbing the mop and went back and forth on the dirty room floor, the sound of her coat was heaven to her ears as it moved with every step the young woman made, which was better then the swish and the cruch of the mop as it cleaned up and did its job.
After doing the floor, Rayne procceeded to the mirrors and then the baths and the steel bars which held the towls and shower curtains.
It was painstacking and Rayne got annoyed several times but after a few long hours, Rayne stood and admired her work. It was cleaner then it had been. Such a wonderful defeat. And Rayne never let herself get beaten.
(sorry it was all i could come up with at this late hour)
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2005 8:51 am
*She walked down the hallway, still perplexed at the request she had just been given. The door awaited her, and has her cybernetic hand moved forth to open the door, she peared in.
She then looked at her escorts, a slight bit of confusion briefly washed over her face. Her mind raced accessing computer protocols on how best to clean a bathroom. Things that had come up was sterilization and sanitizing.
A red beam lept from her cybernetic eye, and from her shoulder a strange device popped up and fired a crimson ball of energy.
Suddenly the bathroom erupted in an explosion, and the smell of smoke could be detected. Flames danced in and out of the small confines. The woman merely turned an looked at her escorts again.*
"Your bathroom has been cleaned."
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2005 11:48 am
Alexander had been drinking a large glass of vodka downstairs when a pressure in his lower abdomen began to annoy him. He of course knew that it could only mean one thing...he needed to go to the bathroom. He walked at a steady pace down the hallway and looked in to see a fair number of peopel all seeming to clean the bathroom all at once. His eyes held confusion for a moment and one of his eyebrows raised up ever so slightly in supprise at this strange occurance. None the less he still needed to go so he though about the layout of the area for a moment and remebered there was another bathroom. He walked pass the unusual assortment of peopel cleaning the same bathroom and walked down the halls. It only took a short moment but Alexander found the stairway none the less. His brisk stride took two steps at a time and in a flash he was upstairs and using the other bathroom. The only sound coming from the closed door was the sound of flushing and running water.
(Not one of my better post because...ive never had to rp a char going to the bathroom O.o)
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Psychotic Maniacal Sanity
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2005 8:28 am
(Okay, this probably won't be one of my best posts, seeing as I've never had to RP about cleaning a bathroom before... I'll give it my best shot though...)
I entered the room slowly, my warm hand closing around the cold doorknob in digust. I hated this job, bathrooms weren't the nicest places to egin with, but when you had to clean them... That was just starting to take the piss.
"Oh well." I thought to myself, "Better get it over with." I stepped into the cool room, and took in the wide array of things that had to be done. The toilets had to be scrubbed, and the black and white checked floor had to be cleaned.
I grimaced as I noticed the grim state of the two sinks, the white pot was cracked and the plugholes were stuffed with dark coloured dirt. Sighing to myself, I pulled in the cart and got to work, starting with the toilets.
Not long after bending over the third and last toilet in the darkest cubicle my back began to ache. I cursed inwardly and leaned backwards against the cubicle walls, letting the cold seep into my skin. Just one more to go...
I grabbed the disinfectant from by my leather clad feet and squirted it around the rim of the bowl. Then kneeled up and began to run the brush along the thing green line of dripping liquid.
The time passed rather slowly, my hands began to ache as well as my back after the floor was clean. The floor was wet and glistened as the bright lights gleamed down on it. Running my hands along the clod, wet tiles made me shuddered, but the icy water felt good on my calloused hands.
"I hate this job." I just couldn't wait to be done. By the time it came to clean the sinks and mirrors I was ready to throw the cloth and cleaner at the next person to walk in the room. But I knew I had to get it done, else I would be in more trouble than it was worth.
Finally, an hour after I'd entered the room, I exited. My back hurt, and my hands were sore, but I was pleased that I'd finished. Hopefully, I wouldn't have to do it again for a while.
{Again, I'm sorry for the poor state of this post...}
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2005 3:42 pm
Eve and the other two enter the bathroom area, and a blush flushes over her face. "This, Elder Dagda, is where human beings...well...relieve themselves of their bile."
Elder Dagda giggles slightly, then takes her away so she does not have to show him the rest of the room. Cain grunts slightly, snorting from the stench. "Thank God."
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2005 2:18 am
Sanna looked first at the doorknob, then down on her dark silk dress. Her lips were pressed into a pale, thin line as she reached back and braided her long black hair with fast, practiced movements. Her deep blue eyes were flashing with anger as she reached for the doorknob and stepped in the dimly lit bathroom.
Oh, how she hated her hosts for doing this to her! She was an aristocrat, a three hundred year old vampire for heaven's sake! Did they seriously think she's going to get on her knees and clean their dirty bathroom floor?
Sanna slowly smiled then closed her eyes and concentrated on the whispers of the night. Thousands of voices answered her command and in a minute the bathroom was full of creatures no mortal has ever seen.
The vampire's smile widened as she looked at her slaves. Well, the matter of the cleaning was solved. Sanna leaned back, crossed her arms in front of her chest and watched with satisfaction as the small creatures worked around her.
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Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2006 7:59 pm
'WHY ME!' Amara thought as she looked around the bathroom.
'Don't they ever clean?' Amara grimanced as she hoisted the bucket of soapy water up and entered the grimy godforsaken room.
"I guess I have no choice..."
Amara got onto her hands and knees. She grabbed her rag and began to scrub. She scrubbed a spot and looked. the dirt was still there. Amara scrubbed harder, still dirty. Amara began to scrub the floor so hard, her elbows banged into it.
After countless hours and sore bruised elbows, Amara had finally cleaned the bathroom, well as clean as it was going to be...
"FINALLY! Now I can get out of this EVIL room!
With that, Amara picked up her bucket and left the room...
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2006 10:18 pm
Dhakkia stretched and yawned as her stony skin shattered and crumbled around her, unaware of how much time had passed since she fell asleep. All she was aware of was she needed to go to the bathroom. She crawled across the roof and down the side of the house, until she came to a window that was part of a bathroom. She pries open the window and hops thru and goes to a stall and does her business. When she is done, she takes a gander around.
"This ol' bathroom is a mess! Dun' peoples clean this place?" Dhakkia exclaims with moderate disgust at the bathrooms condition.
"Wel' I think I can give it a quick cleanin'. B'fore I properly annunce mayself." Dhakkia grumbles aloud, and spots a bucket and mop in a corner, and proceeds to fill the bucket with hot water, and drops a bar of soap in the pail, to let it dissolve. When the soapy water is ready, she cleans the whole place as best she could, even though there were spots where the dirt refused to budge, even with her rough persuasion. She even got the rafters dusted, chasing out a few wayward, but friendly bats that made the bathroom their home.
"Thas better. Now off to make mayself known teh the lord of this mansion." Dhakkia said satisfactorily, and left the way she came, closing the window behind her, then crawling alongside the house until the main entrance came to view.
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Posted: Fri Mar 24, 2006 10:12 pm
Arianna sighed and walked down the hallway towards the bathroom she had been given a chore to clean the bathroom and had been given all the equipment to do so. Her long black hair had been put back in a long black braid that went down past her hips and she was dressed casual not in her usual baggy black pants and red corset but a pair of denim jeans and a red tee shirt with a faux motif on it saying got blood with a pair of dripping fangs. She always loved that shirt it made her laugh at the humans that designed it. Her eyes were a deep purple and her porcelain skin glowed she wore a plain pair of sneakers with her casual clothing. Her tatoo was obvious of a triple moon but it didn't bother her that much.
She pushed open the door to the bathroom and sighed the grime and the smell hit her outside the door. She pushed in her cart of supplies and stood in the middle of the room she took a deep breath and looked down at the water with a little cleaning liquid in it. She dipped her mop in and started to clean the floor. She made it easy work she was strong enough and she cast a little magic into the water before she used it so that the cleaning detergent would be stronger. She cleaned the floor with ease before putting the mop in the bucket and grabbing a rag going to the sink. She looked in the mirror and smiled she could see herself she was one of the few vampires that could. Her ruby red lips seemed to shine as though she had fed. However she hadn't.
Arianna went to work and cleaned off the sinks and mirror before looking about she stood in the middle of the room and mumbled something latin under her breath. After she had the room seemed to sparkle even more. She had enchanted it made it so that the mirror would be clean almost always until the next person was assigned to clean this room.
She took her bucket and detergents and left the room smiling and humming to herself as she went down the hallway.
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