Harper Rock Homeless Shelter (Open to ALL)
Posted: 21 Dec 2018, 03:17
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.
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.