I don't know why I decided to make sub headings like soul eater anime, but hey, let's have some fun with this! I own nothing but the words, but then again they still aren't my property because I didn't create words, I suppose cavemen did. I own the story not the words…continue
Hotel Matto! The pink hairs hard work?
Crona sighed as she continued to sweep the kitchen floor. She had already completed most of her chores and it was only 11:30 am. She had tidied the dining rooms and lobby, she was cleaning the kitchen now, all she had left to do was the 80 or so rooms in the hotel. Crona worked damn hard compared to all her co workers, and if she didn't, she'd no doubt earn a beating from her boss. Crona was probably the only thing keeping the tropical hotel getaway afloat.
Eureka the frog witch did all the cooking for breakfasts, lunch and dinners in the small, open Restaurant, along with the Mizune sisters who served as waitresses. But Eureka and the Mizunes used their magic to do all their work, something Crona didn't have, despite being a witch.
Across the restaurant, overlooking the pool was the bar where Giriko resided. Giriko was scary man, who usually drove customers away, rather than bring them in. The only person who sat at the bar was usually Justin, or Boss to Crona. He was the manager of the hotel. He disappeared quite often, returning every few weeks or so to sit by the bar and argue with Giriko. Crona found it strange that they would just sit there for ages and quietly argue. Her brother once called it flirting. Crona in her spare time had research the word in a dictionary, along with the word Gay, something else her brother had said.
Her brother, Ragnorok was always getting into sorts of trouble. He fancied himself a bad-boy. He usually hauled customer's luggage to their rooms, but considering the small amount of customers, he had a lot of spare time to make mischief. Ragnorok was always planning on how he was going to run away, escape this craphole as he put it. That word was not in her dictionary. She would always tell him how they could not run away, because of their boss, whom actually owned 's mother, medusa sold her and Ragnorok to Justin a long time ago, whether she needed the money, or just hated her children was still unconfirmed. That was when she was eight, and Ragnorok was ten. Now Crona was eighteen, which sounded pretty old, and still didn't know what craphole meant.
Crona was usually exhausted after her day of work, which consisted of cleaning every room in the hotel, plus the kitchen, restaurant and pool. Thank god this place was not a popular holiday destination. It usually provided safety for those on the dark side for a little rest and vacation. Her brother constantly tried to explain to Crona that they were evil.
In her dictionary being evil meant being wicked. Crona never felt wicked, but maybe on some level she was? She never had the urge to steal or murder, like everyone else at hotel Matto, which by the way in Italian translates to hotel crazy.
Crona did however feel crazy sometimes when she was alone for too long, or when her brother locked her in the supplies closet, which happens at least once every three weeks.
Crona finally finished sweeping the kitchen floors and quickly got to work in the hotel rooms.