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Post by Rapunzel on Jan 15, 2011 20:05:24 GMT
She should feel strong, independent and resourceful. She had struck out on her own, saving herself from a cruel life in the care of her aunt, but the longer she tried to live on her own, the more Rapunzel realised that she had sacrificed more than her long, beautiful hair when she had run away. Every time she encountered a situation like laundry room, or stumbled across something that had always been done for her and that she had taken for granted, she just got more and more homesick.
She had barely been in The Town for twenty-four hours and already she was contemplating giving up and crawling back home to face whatever awaited her.
Searching the kitchen, Rapunzel’s frown deepened with each cupboard she checked. Everything was in boxes or cans or bags and all required preparation. Yes, at sixteen she had never had to fix a meal for herself, not even once. Anything she wanted was always prepared for her, anything she craved was promptly picked up. Now she didn’t have that. She had been living off of snacks she had brought with her and any meals she could buy until she had arrived here, and now... it was time to cook for herself.
It was even more intimidating than doing her own laundry. Sure, she had almost flooded the place, but surely that was better than burning it down. She didn’t even know where to start. With the cooking, not the burning of the place; she was pretty sure she could do that, though seeing how bad she was at everything else, chances were she wouldn’t even be able to that right if she tried.
With all the cupboard doors open around her, Rapunzel stood in the middle of the kitchen looking completely and utterly lost.
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Post by Rhiannon Elphame on Jan 15, 2011 20:20:30 GMT
Rhiannon's problem was less that she didn't know how to cook (although her knowledge was incredibly minimal) and more that she didn't think she should have to.
Cooking and other such menial tasks were things that other people did for her, she was far too important to have to do that sort of thing for herself, wasn't she?
Well, ok, technically there was no evidence she was any more important than anyone else here, but she wasn't the type of person to go around letting a little thing like a lack of evidence get in her way, she knew she should be treated... what was the best way to put it... oh yes, like a queen.
Unfortunately, there was only so far the attitude alone could take you, you needed other people to believe it too, or you'd go hungry. Right now she was having trouble finding somebody she could manipulate into cooking for her, and she didn't want to waste her minimal funds just yet on restaurant food.
So she stepped into the kitchen with a look of irritation on her face and looked around. Immediately, she noticed the girl stood there, and her face changed quickly into an innocent smile.
"Oh," She said sweetly, stepping over to the girl "Do you think you could help me? I'm afraid I'm not very good at cooking, but I'm ever so hungry..."
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Post by Rapunzel on Jan 15, 2011 20:38:55 GMT
Hearing a voice behind her, Rapunzel turned quickly to the other girl and smiled brightly at her. The girl had similarly blonde hair and blue eyes (though Rapunzel’s hair was still pinned up, as she was want to do with it since cutting it until it grew out sufficiently again), and was smiling quite pleasantly. Oh, what a relief! Someone to help! It was just like in the laundry room, only this girl had slightly better timing than Caz had.
Then the girl spoke, though, and Rapunzel’s face fell.
“I, um... well, actually...” Gosh, she hated explaining herself. It was ever so embarrassing, and it made her feel so completely useless. Sure, she could try to fake it, but if she did end up starting a fire that would really blow her cover. “My mother always did all the cooking in my house, so I’m not very good at it either.”
Well, not the complete truth, but then she didn’t really know how much of a lie it was either. Maybe she was good at cooking, or would be if she tried, she just didn’t know yet.
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Post by Rhiannon Elphame on Jan 16, 2011 16:40:43 GMT
For just a second, a look of irritation flashed across Rhiannon's face, but it was back to a perfectly sweet smile in no time. A badly made meal was better than no meal at all, right? Maybe they'd find something easy to make and it wouldn't turn out so bad.
The only problem with this situation was that she was going to at least have to pretend to help, there wasn't really any way to get her to do the cooking when their situations were, apparently, so similar.
"Well," She said with faux-brightness "Why don't we just work together, we can find something simple to make, I'm sure."
Maybe she'd be dim enough that Rhiannon could manipulate her into doing most of the work.
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Post by Rapunzel on Jan 17, 2011 0:49:41 GMT
Rapunzel wasn’t stupid. She was spoiled, sheltered and naive, but that didn’t mean she was completely unintelligent. What she wasn’t, though, was very observant, so she completely missed the change in the other girl’s expression. The smile was back so quickly it was almost as if it hadn’t been gone at all.
“That would be lovely!” the perky blonde exclaimed, beaming brightly. “A lot of the stuff in the refrigerator seems to have names on it, but most of the cupboards seem to be up for grabs.”
Walking over to one of said cupboards, she started pulling out random items and arranging them on the countertop. Certainly they could make something out of some of this. It couldn’t all be extremely difficult. In fact, a lot of the packages had “directions” listed right on them. How convenient was that?
“Oh, and speaking of names, I’m Rapunzel.” Turning back to the other girl, she stuck her hand out to shake. That was how mature adults greeted each other after all, right?
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Post by Rhiannon Elphame on Jan 26, 2011 13:47:21 GMT
That would have to do. Eugh, she hated manual labour. Maybe she could find some way of talking someone round here into doing her bidding, serving her or something, she felt like she deserved that sort of thing, even if she couldn't quite place into words why.
It was just a feeling she got, whenever anybody tried to tell her what to do.
"Rhiannon." She introduced herself, shaking the hand before quickly letting go of it. She had contemplated introducing herself, in the past, as 'Miss Elphame', but while that sounded better to her than Rhiannon, it still didn't quite sound right, and she was aware it would sound ridiculous and pompous to anybody else, so she had to stick with her given name.
Turning to the packaging and inspecting it, she pointed out some things.
"We should eat that." She said, her tone not really the usual one people used for suggestion.
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Post by Rapunzel on Feb 27, 2011 20:11:58 GMT
Rhiannon. It was a pretty name, almost as unusual as Rapunzel. So far, the people the latter had met all seemed to have more traditional names than her friends back home; it was a bit comforting in a way.
Personality-wise, Rhiannon was very abrupt, to the point, which didn’t bother Rapunzel one bit. She was naive, and a bit dim at times, so when people spoke in riddles instead of just saying exactly what they meant, she tended to get confused. Rhiannon certainly didn’t ‘beat around the bush’, so to speak. Like that. What did that even mean, anyway?
“Looks as good as anything,” Rapunzel agreed, gathering up the few items and moving over to the stove, her back to her companion now. “If you want to put the rest of that stuff away, I can get started with this.”
Setting them all down on the counter except the one box, she squinted at the instructions. It sounded simple enough. All it seemed to need was a pot of boiling water, and nobody could screw that up. It wasn’t like she could burn water... right?
Searching the lower cupboards until she found a large pot, she filled it with water from the sink and put it on one of the stove burners, turning it on full.
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Post by Rhiannon Elphame on Mar 7, 2011 16:48:26 GMT
Putting things away was still a sort of manual labour that Rhiannon was neither used to nor inclined to, but it was much better than doing the actual cooking she supposed, and she could easily decide that she was putting the things away because she wanted to, whereas Rapunzel was cooking for her. It might not have made a lot of sense, but it made Rhiannon feel much better about the state of the world.
"Sounds great." She said with a mock-cheerful tone, rolling her eyes behind Rapunzel's back, before turning to the remaining food and starting to place it back in the cupboards - taking as long as she could get away with so that Rapunzel did most of the cooking work.
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