Post by nora renee randall on Aug 24, 2011 9:08:55 GMT -5
| [atrb= border,0,true][atrb= style, background: #e0e0e0; border: 1px dashed #808080; border-top: 7px solid #8c5555; border-bottom: 7px solid #8c5555;][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,4,true][atrb=style, background, true] Nora Randall had been back in Chaucer just over a week and she already managed to stir up a bit of trouble at home. Well, not necessarily trouble but definitely some tension. She hadn't seen or spoken to her mother in years and suddenly shows up back home? Yeah, she'd have some issues with that too if the roles were reversed. But, Pine Hollow had been her last resort. Her very last resort. Her bedroom was now being occupied by her cousin, Emma, and she didn't feel she had the right to tell her to leave even though her cousin was insisting on it. Nora and Emma were once really close, until Nora's accident that sent her to New York. Besides, her younger cousin deserved a real bedroom, not the converted closet Nora now resided. For the time being, that was okay with her since she didn't have many belongings. All she needed was a bed and dresser and that was pretty much all that fit in the tiny spare bedroom. Additionally, she had a grand view of the backyard, which consisted off an above-ground pool, deck, and a handful of pieces of playground equipment which were probably never used but still looked good as new. It was a view she preferred to the one from her old bedroom, the one of the farm. Ever since her accident, Nora never went near a horse. She crossed the street when she passed the city's carriages and never ventured near Central Park's stables or the bridle paths. Since she no longer had a future in the equine world, and that was all that Pine Hollow revolved around, she was on her own to find a place of employment. Her first stops were the easiest, restaurants, since most could always use wait staff. Unfortunately, Chaucer wasn't that big of a town and her mother Regina Randall was quite well known because of Pine Hollow, so no matter where she went people would know who she was. Nora entered her first potential place of employment of the day, a breakfast and lunch diner tucked in a back corner of town. If you didn't know it was there, you'd never stop. Thus making it the perfect local hotspot. "By Jesus, is that Nora Randall walking into my diner?!" Nora cringed, but was sure to put on her best smile as she looked around for Roberta. "Yeah, it's me. How are you Roberta?" Nora propped herself at the counter and filled her mother's friend in on her life, as discreetly as possible. She wasn't ready to let the whole town know how badly she screwed up just yet. "So, what can I do for ya sweetheart?" Nora was half expecting people to be guarded around her, knowing how much she hurt her mother, but was pleasantly surprised to find the opposite. "Well, I was wondering if you were looking for any new employees." "Well, I could always use some help in the morning before we open, prepping and such. But, why not work over at the farm, I'm sure your mother could use the help." "Actually, she has too much of it. I don't want to be taking away work from the paid employees." Which was partially true, she avoided the fact that she had no intention of ever setting foot back in the barn. After Roberta hired her, Nora ordered some breakfast of an omelet and home fries. After eating, she figured it would be a good start to bus her own dishes. Taking them back to the kitchen, she found the tub normally used for larger parties and grabbed it, hoping to make a better impression by starting work early. It was starting to get busier and the waitresses were occupied, so Nora cleared as many tables as she could fit in the tub. Heading back to the kitchen to put the dishes on the wash rack, she didn't notice the wet floor sign and felt herself start to slip. Instinctively, she reached out to grab the counter with one hand, leaving the tub lopsided. It didn't matter anyway because she was a few inches too short and the dishes were already spilling onto the floor as she crashed among them. Covering her face, she lay on her back waiting for the shattering to stop. Once it did, the entire diner was eerily quiet. She didn't want to remove her hands, knowing every pair of eyes was going to be on her, but she did anyway to assess the damage. She was covered in leftovers, as was the floor. Thankfully, not many dishes broke. Shifting around in the slop, Nora managed to get to her hands and knees. She avoided eye contact with anyone as she grabbed the tub and drug it toward her to clean up the dishes a second time. tag: open |
