Return to Hell’s Kitchen (Open post)
He did it. He accepted to serve in the kitchen, again, and he’s not excited. But there are needs and reasons - and possible advantages to be gained. In a time where food becomes a desirable commodity, he figures being in a strategic place is more than a brilliant plan, and so he is now considering duties to be done - or rather, preparing to confront himself with a rather unpleasant past, to say the least.
To that effect, Steerpike is now sneaking around the kitchen, trying to have an idea of the tools he’ll have to work with, much to his dismay. He’s never seen an electrical stove in his life, and is finding the collection of knives to be more than depressing in its scantiness. More importantly, he can’t seem to find a place where to… steer a pike. Hey, where do you think he got his name from?
The worst part, though, is completely unrelated to the kitchen itself. Steerpike remembers. He remembers Swelter, and the nightly aggressions. He remembers the touches, the muffled cries. He remembers wanting to be taken elsewhere, anywhere than the kitchen and it’s hellish, sweating heat.
Yet there he is. He prays Laurel will come about, and witness how noble he is being, even if it is a very deluded nobility which he is displaying - though in truth, any distraction will be most welcome.
T: Note that even if it is not mentioned in the post, SP is still wearing the half-mask.
To that effect, Steerpike is now sneaking around the kitchen, trying to have an idea of the tools he’ll have to work with, much to his dismay. He’s never seen an electrical stove in his life, and is finding the collection of knives to be more than depressing in its scantiness. More importantly, he can’t seem to find a place where to… steer a pike. Hey, where do you think he got his name from?
The worst part, though, is completely unrelated to the kitchen itself. Steerpike remembers. He remembers Swelter, and the nightly aggressions. He remembers the touches, the muffled cries. He remembers wanting to be taken elsewhere, anywhere than the kitchen and it’s hellish, sweating heat.
Yet there he is. He prays Laurel will come about, and witness how noble he is being, even if it is a very deluded nobility which he is displaying - though in truth, any distraction will be most welcome.
T: Note that even if it is not mentioned in the post, SP is still wearing the half-mask.