Shopping for a new frying pan~?

(First time RPing here, don't judge me xD )

The early morning was relatively dreary, not counting all the rain and such. Overall it was uncomfortable, but Elizabeta has already decided that this was the day to get herself a shiny new frying pan. The last one was starting to rust a bit, that was never good. Unless of-course she somehow gave some rust-poisoning and killed them. That was good, sometimes. Elizabeta stretched her hand out as far as possible, reaching towards her alarm clock that just went off. The buzzing sound was annoying as hell but it worked. After 7 attempts at hitting the Sleep button, she just decided to pick up the damn thing and throw it against a wall. She let out a small groan flipping over, and propping herself up in bed. After rubbing her eye some she took another look out the window, glaring at the rain. ''F*ck you, mother nature...'' Liz threw back her covers and slid out onto the wooden panels beneath her bed, shivering slightly because it was a bit cold.

Dressing took a lot less time than usual, because it was so damn cold. She did a single stretch and pulled her nightgown up over her head, her breasts immediately becoming taught because of the temperature. She shivered again and sat down on her bed to pull on a pair of stockings, and to slip on her dress quickly. Liz tied a ribbon her customary apron around her midsection, which co-incidentally, showed of her hour-glass figure. She stood in front of her full-body mirror and admired her appearance fixing up her hair a bit before slipping on her clogs and heading out into the hallway. It was relatively quiet, but the smell of tea and sausage came from the kitchen. Elizabeta's stomach gurgled slightly, but she ignored it and passed through the Great Hall, to the front door. Her exit was quiet, as to not wake the other house-guests in the mansion. She picked up an umbrella from a box outside the door and popped it open, stepping into the rain. The sound of it against the fabric of the umbrella was rather pleasing and improved her mood a little.

It took a little while to get to the hardware shop a few blocks over, but considering the fact that Elizabeta had walked there, it wasn't that long. Once under the protection of the deck outside the shop, she folded her umbrella and set it outside the door. The door was attached to a little bell that jingled whenever someone entered. She had grown familiar to the sound and rather enjoyed it upon occasion. She gave a little nod to Jeff, the counter salesmen, and made her way to the kitchenware isle.

It was better stocked than before, as she could tell. Perhaps about 2 sections of the isle had brand new frying pans in stock. Her eyes sparkled as she clasped her hands together in glee. ''Sparkly...!'' Liz almost skipped down the isle to the designated section, running her hand over a rather large chrome frying pan. It wasn't very expensive either, with brought a smile to her face. There was another too, that was nice... It had a copper finish, with a clover engraved into the center. She gave a little gasp and reached her hand out to grab the clover one, blinking as she saw her reflection. She bit her lip and held it to her chest as she practically ran to the front desk, taking her wallet out before hand. She set it up on the counter, beaming pleasantly at Jeff.

The charge came out to be about 20 pounds, around 10 USD, if she wasn't mistaken. She handed over her coins, and asked for a plastic bag as to carry the pan in. She also picked up a pack of cherry-flavored gummy worms she intended to give to someone... though she wouldn't mention whom, just yet. She gave a friendly nod to Jeff and turned around with the plastic bag swinging around to the front. The door jingled again before she got to it, and smiled pleasantly to Marie, who often came her once a week to flirt with Jeff. She snickered slightly as she exited the store, listening to the love-fest going on behind her. She bent slightly, and picked up her umbrella, popping it open again, stepping into a puddle before making her way to the sidewalk. The town was starting to come to life, as she watched a mail-man and a milk-man deliver on their daily rounds. A few of the early risers were jogging, or walking to their place of business. It was a nice place, she rather liked it. Hopefully she wouldn't have to go back home anytime soon.

She let out a small sigh as she walked back to the quaint Victorian mansion she was staying at. It was a nice place... There were gardens outside, a fountain in the front, and the kitchen and hallways always smelled a bit like cinnamon and fresh bread. The Great Hall just smelled like books and ink, which she enjoyed too, because she liked to read adventure novels. She recalled the kitchen too, and Ukraine and France making breakfast in the morning. She drooled a little at the scent that invaded her memories. It was a large country style kitchen, a bit like the one back home. There were strings of dried garlic and apples handing by the pantry, and it always smelled like something delicious. Elizabeta had hung a sun-catcher in the window, which made the sunlight turn into beautiful colors that sparkled around the kitchen. Occasionally she woke up early just to site at the kitchen table and watch. It was peaceful...

Her reverie of the kitchen was immediately interrupted by running into a rather random person who should have been paying attention, but she wasn't one to talk. Elizabeta flailed slightly with widened eyes and fell backwards onto her ass, and... into a dirty puddle. She grumbled furiously and opened her mouth to spit something venomous at the person who had knocked her over, when she got a good look. The person there... was probably the most beautiful girl she'd ever seen. Her mouth went slack as she stared, slightly mesmerized by the sight. She scrambled up from the puddle and pulled the back of her skirt around, staring at it in dismay. She let out a grumble and rushed past the girl, leaving her probably confused and lost for words. She turned her head and stuck her tongue out before continuing on her way up the hill to the mansion. ''Stupid ass people...''

She let out a puff and pursed her lips slightly as she finally reached the door. Elizabeta was a bit short of breathe and stood there for a moment, breathing in and out in large gasps. Eventually she would figure out that sprinting up hill was never a good idea. Before she entered the house, she untied her apron, and adjusted it to cover the puddle stain on the the front. It didn't cover it however, and she was forced to move the skirt to the right to the wet spot was on the site. She pulled the hem up to her waist line and pinned it in place with a hairpin she had in her wallet. The hem was a bit too high for her liking, because it showed the straps to her thigh-high stockings. It wasn't a big deal, because no one was awake at the moment. She folded her umbrella, shaking off the excess water, before placing it back into the bin. An event to the shop which should have been more calm turned out to be a total disaster. She would remember to bring an extra skirt with her just in case...

As she opened the door, the smell from the kitchen was a bit dimmer than before, but she could still pick up traces of fresh-baked bread and sausage still. Elizabeta took in a deep breathe and kicked off her shoes to the mat that was next to the door. Her stockings were still dry thankfully, but her dress would suffer through the day. She might change it later on though. Holding back a late yawn she walked slowly and carefully to the kitchen, attempting to avoid the creaky floor-boards in the Great Hall. Fortunately the kitchen was connected to the living room through an open arch and not another squeaky door. The smell was almost unbearable as she got closer. Her head tipped to catch the site of a sunrise out the window. It made her smile a bit, as she leaned her hand against the wall, forgetting about the food for just a moment...

(In case you want tah know, this topic is open. ;D )