Harper Rock Homeless Shelter (Open to ALL)

[Cristiana]

Cristiana sent Becky and Mindy a few days ahead of her, to the homeless shelter. They needed to get things prepared, estimate just how many people would be there and get the place cleaned up for her. If she wanted to get other involved, there had to be a certain standard before some would walk into the place. Not to mention, not many vampires cared for or even remembered how to cook anymore. Unlike them, Cristiana cooked fairly often. It did help she could still eat and enjoy food. Now that didn’t happen easily.

There was a time when a grape had her puking for an hour or more. Then chocolate, blessed chocolate that melts in the mouth like a liquid. That helped a lot! After one candy bar didn’t make her vomit, she went for some soup. It was a process. Now, she could eat a whole meal when she chose to eat.

Most people didn’t know she was even a vampire. Even though it had slipped out years ago that she was a vampire, there was still few who believed it. Her skin was toned like a human. She cast a shadow. Her aura matched that of a human. It was tough to pick her from a crowd especially when she was smoking or eating. The only tell-tale sign was her alcoholic abuse that she kept for the most part in check at the bar. As she walked down the street, most people thought she was just another human among the monsters… fools.

Now she wanted those humans, who were the real monsters, to be fed and checked on for diseases. It was the humanitarian thing to do. They had enough bad publicity against them.

She had called and paid for a few doctors to come and tend to people with a makeshift mobile bus turned into a mini hospital for people. Those were sent out a few days ago to help the people. Now she sat cooking in 3 apartments taking advantage of the cameras she had set up and the ovens. She’d rented a minivan to help haul the food she was cooking, on the side of everything. She’d also hired several chef’s to cater the event, not that feeding the homeless was an event. Cristiana was baking extra treats.

It wasn’t just homeless, but lower income and single people as well. Anyone who walked through the door would be given a hot meal, a doctor if they needed it, clothes, blankets and toiletries, plus as a bonus, christmas gifts. She had bought or well over bought enough gifts to probably supply the city. Because if there was one thing, she knew how to do and do well, it was over kill an event.

Becky and Mindy had been helping with the cooking, cleaning and decorating. The staff was also given extra hands with Becky hiring extra people. She said think of maybe 500-1000 people showing. This was Crissy, and she thought on a larger scale. She didn’t do anything small. The place was scrubbed beyond clean. It was so spotless you could see yourself in the floor, let alone eat off it.

All the metal bed had been replaced just in case there was any sort of bed bug or lice issue. This was all handled. All the locker rooms were cleaned, fixed and well polished off as if the building were brand spanking new. She didn’t think anyone would actually show up so she did above and beyond to make up for it. If they did actually show up, Becky had a line waiting for people to take over serving the food. Instead of a line where people walked down, it was like being a waitress. They would place orders and the people who came to volunteer would take the orders to the tables. A pretty simple task. No more than 4-8 people per table simply if there was a family.

The people coming to get some hot food would rotate in and out of the place. It seemed like a service that made it easier for everyone. Mindy was playing host. While Crissy when she finally arrived, with a truck filled with more food, would be waiting from table to table. Something she was quite use to doing since she did it at least once a week at The Metronome Club.

From table to table she strolled taking orders, and delivering the food on trays held above her head. She didn’t care if anyone else showed, there was a warmth spread through her chest knowing she was doing the right thing. It brought a smile to her face. Since she owned several businesses, if she seen a family, she would tell the father or mother about one of them and to come put in an application. The look on their faces was thanks enough for all the hard work that was put in. She looked to her assistants and mouthed, “Thank you.” They were use to her wild ideas by now, but this one they really put their all into.

[Kira]

Kira wasn't sure if her offer of help and music was wanted or not. The Queen ***** had kind of ruined the thread. So she figured she would just show up. First problem was what to wear. "How did I end up with the same dress in three different colors?" She had it in green, red, and purple.

"You liked it so much you stole it in three different colors?" Tessa mused.

Kira tilted her head, "I honestly don't remember. What color should I wear though?"

"The red or green would fit the season, I vote for green. It will bring out your eyes."

Kira rolled her eyes, like she cared about that but she picked the green over the red anyway. She changed, did her hair up in loose curls. Picking some black boots to go with the dress and grabbed her violin before heading out the door. She sent a message to her lead worker to see if they were ready to head over. She got a message back that they were on their way over.

She got there before them, pulling up in Dave's purple van to get them all here at once.

"This van is pretty sweet." Cody said as he jumped out.

"It was made with me in mind." Kira said simply, it had been used to travel and to hide her from the sun.
She had seven workers, well plus Dave made 8. The males were wearing tuxedos, the two females wore black dresses.

Kira looked up at the homeless shelter. This was one of the places that got the donations from their charity concert. She headed inside with them, she could smell the food. "I'm guessing all that needs to be done is help serving," she said, eyeing the layout of people sitting down and their orders being taken.

Her workers went off to see what they could do and start taking orders and bringing out food. She found a spot out of the way, Dave by her side. He had a folding stool with him which he unfolded and sat it down before walking off to help out as well.

Kira took her violin out from its case and set the case aside. She sat down on the stool, running through a quick warm up before she started to play various holiday music. Some she left as just the music, some she sang the words to. Even though she was pagan, she still enjoyed Christmas songs. Of course, What child is this was nothing more than Greensleeves, a song she knew well.

Dress
Shoes
Some Samples of songs played

[Cristiana]

It was a welcomed surprise when Kira showed up, and rather most shocking since she thought Kira couldn’t stand her presence but this was for the people and not them, blessed be the more people that showed the better off they were. She’d even brought people with her to help! Becky was directing them all about the room with the clipboard in hand checking off all the P’s and Q’s as it were.

Being as busy as it were, she didn’t pay much attention to what was going on around her aside from waiting the tables. She’d just gotten done clearing a table and wiping it down, when the violin began to play. Crissy turned wide eyed at Kira playing. As she turned the tray tipped, to save it from falling on the guests of the party, she adjusted her hand and it all came tumbling inward, or more importantly on her. She was wearing the leftover plates of food that crashed, loudly, echoing the room. With Mashed potatoes and gravy in her hair, leftover chunks of half eaten turkey and ham bits coming from the neckline of the top. She had done a doozy spilling the whole tray on herself. Mindy and Becky both scrambled over to help her immediately. With a dismissive wave of her hand she sent them back to what they were doing.

After ducking out to the bathroom, and a fresh change of clothes, she was still washing and brushing out the mashed potatoes and gravy from her hair leaning over the sink. When she rose she looked in the mirror and frowned thinking of her ex-husband. He’d won her over by playing the violin. He didn’t know it, she had been secretly listening to him before they had officially met by hanging out on his fire escape. When Kira began to play it flashed in her mind, being back on the fire escape in the cold night listening to him play from the heart.

She flushed out the last of the food, gathered all her will and strength and went back out smiling. It was what women did. Suck it up and drive on. She went with whatever dignity she could, and endured the jokes and laughter from people who had seen the spill. But it was all okay, she could take it. After some time she was laughing and joking with them as she took orders. Most of it was jokes of was she going to deliver the food or wear more of it. … who knows!