Maria Bright | Manager | M : William, Eleni

The scorching morning sun of eastern Greece, Maria Bright would work tirelessly to run the not so bustling farm for the elderly owner, of whom she was yet to converse fully with. She was given a brief lecture months ago, that they were not to allow additional workers about them. They were not to allow tress passers, she was not to allow too many loud gatherings. That would have been an issue, if she was too concerned about the party scene. The ruckus that came with them weren't much to her liking. An old soul, you might say; if she wasn't so completely and utterly driven.

There was but one more worker on the ever shrinking farm, and he must have been about as young as Eleni herself. There was a time, not long ago, that it had been a busy and bustling clime, with rooms filled and acres and acres of land. However, in the years passed, those very same rooms had emptied, acre by acre had been sold, along with the animals and clients that had once had so much trust in the settlement. The care and love that had once been put into the now miniature farm had diminished to an occasional painting of the old house that the two workers resided in.

Maria did what she could to the old place, to freshen it up and make sure it was swept to perfection morning by morning, the olive trees would be trimmed and stable doors would be repainted once a year. Every residing animal would look no different to any kind of shown royal after what seemed like endless hours, no help to the hand, Eugene, who simply hadn't been laid off due to being old friends with the elderly owner. There were only a few people that had come and gone, but the young woman found that she didn't particularly care about any of these things. She had her schedule, her routine. She could do everything the way she saw fit, without the interference of lazy 'workers'.

Despite all of this, she was grateful to find that her boss had allowed yet one more person to step foot on the yard. Having been hired here at the young age of nine-teen, Mari had a clear idea of what the day should look like day by day. She had a list of chores and plans, so she could pawn the simple ones off on the newbie. She didn't care too much. She'd been pre-warned that they were currently in a wheelchair, and she wasn't sure how limited that would make them, but she was more than happy to give them little jobs. She also wasn't sure if they were actually here to work at all, or if it was just to relax and heal from whatever had happened, of which she wasn't quite sure about, but she wasn't overly bothered. She could continue to work either way, and just make small improvisations if it was overly important.

The farm itself was built up by two small barns, of course the house and a selection of relatively large and well maintained fields. There was a little round pen, along with a larger outdoor arena. The olive trees adorned the road up to the estate, with daisy covered grass and a small round about leading to the house. It was pretty, however, at some point it had been simply gorgeous. Paint chipped off the higher parts of the two barns, and the once beautifully smoothed out road was now filled with potholes and stagnant puddles that the scorching weather was yet to draw up. The decent dosing of rain was enough to keep the plants green and healthy, however it also fed the weeds that Maria worked tirelessly fight down, the ones that one woman couldn't afford to stretch herself for. That wasn't to say that she would not try, for it seemed that she was forever trying to keep the place looking pristine and perfectly cared for. The hand was often sent to pull the ivy from the walls, or clear the ragwort from the fields and overgrown bush that gripped onto the white railing every few months.

Although there was not more than twelve stables filled, it seemed like there was an awful lot of work to be done. Maria woke at six in the morning, and often didn't make it back to her housing until about eight in the evening. Technically, she didn't have to work such heinous hours, however, Maria liked to have everything perfect on the odd chance they'd have someone snoop about. If the owner had a random checkup, then she wouldn't have to rush every morning to clear up the mess she'd made the day prior.

Like this fine morning, for example. It wasn't simply a normal day. They had a new arrival, and the woman was sure to make them comfortable. A bed had been made and toiletries had been laid out in the bathrooms to assure their guest had been welcomed. This meant more than an early waking, and of course regular chores went on in the estate.

Much to the young woman's disappointment, their guest, who she was told went by William Blue, had not arrived until later in the evening, so she would not see the gratitude for the efforts, if there would have been any at all anyway. Food had been ordered to the house by the owner, as both a thank you and a welcome to the two residents, as the hand had a family to reside with. Maria was more than thankful for this, so when she heard banging on the front door to deliver the small feast filled with light and traditionally Greek meat skewers and the most wonderful looking feta and olive salad, she found that the almost sprint she made from her 'apartment' to the door rattled the old house until she finally made it, more than thrilled to set everything out. She may have to deliver the food to the door of the new resident, as she wasn't sure if he had gotten the message, or if he was comfortable coming out to meet anyone new just yet.

Maria Bright | Manager | M : William

Maria, when she had been young, had at some point attended a boarding school. She recalled hating those years, the constant back and fourthing between her home town in Patras to Thessaloniki and the complete and utter lack of control she had in her youth had been horrendous and crippling at the time. Perhaps that was why she enjoyed her position here so much; not only was it adoringly beautiful, and of course working with about the only creatures that would put up with her. She had control here; things were done a certain way, and of course, they were done her way. The right way.

There was but one thing here that reminded her of that god forsaken youth. It was not the lack of things to do, and it was not that she was trapped here, because that was not the case. She could in theory leave whenever she so felt like it, and she was never out of things to do or achieve. That one thing, though, would be the awful building they as workers and guests could reside in. Again, this was not forced, but it would be preferred by most of the people staying that it would be updated. She didn't mind the cold that came with it, or wind that occasionally rattled the old window frame, but rather the thin walls. She could hear full conversations from down the stairs, and every step seemed to rattle the entire frame of the house. However, she could live with it. She only resided here to eat and get herself to sleep.

Mari soon finished her small meal, and had readied a thankful text to the barn owner, he hadn't had to order food for them. She took it their new guest had something to do with it, though. She was yet to meet this William, but she took it that he may not emerge from the safety of his room until the next day. She hadn't when she'd first arrived. She briefly wonder what kind of horrific accident could cause someone so much pain... to have them delicate and in a wheel chair the way this man was. She assumed he were to be old. He must have tripped and fallen down a curb or something similar to that. She couldn't think of an incident that would put someone in their prime into such and unfortunate position. She didn't want to think of it, for with her luck she'd be the next person it'd happen to. Perhaps this old man had lost his pride due to the accident. Perhaps that was why he had come out here, to the middle of nowhere, to hide until he was brave enough again. Well, that was fine. She knew better than most what it was like to have your confidence stripped away from you.

The young woman pattered around the kitchen, packing away the remainder of the unwanted food into the small plastic tubs that had come with the food. She'd made sure they were all coordinated, so that the same foods were in the same boxes. Well, she'd done that with all but one. The last one just had a bit of everything in it, as she had every intention to hand it to the new comer. She was not yet sure if he had eaten, so the least she could do was introduce herself and offer some food to the man. It might make him less intimidated by the idea of coming out to more people, if that happened to be the issue, and she sincerely hoped he would come out.

She had been practicing English since she was little. Her father had been American, however she only really picked up on the extra language around the age of four. She studied it until the age of fifteen, but miraculously she still remembered a portion of it. She was truly thrilled to practice her old pass time with someone who was fluent in the language. If he'd let her, of course. He was British, far as she was aware, which was absolutely exciting to her.

Maria made sure to clean up the kitchen once she shoved the food into the fridge, a twinge of a smile across her face as the golden light washed over the space around her. She wasn't sure if she'd ever get over the sheer beauty of the place that she lived and worked... she'd have to get bored of it at some point though.

Once decidedly finished with her cleaning, the young madam took the box along with some cutlery to hand over to their guest. She was leisurely, a bit of as swing in her step as she practiced her classically British greetings... though, Maria soon picked up the pace when she heard a rather large thump coming from the room. She wasn't too worried, but worried enough to speed up a little bit. She was not aware exactly of how disabled this person was, but she didn't want to leave him be if something was wrong. She tapped her knuckles on the door after a few moments. "Mr Blue?" Despite all of her readying for more of an informal greeting, all the woman could do was talk as though this person was a client. He was, to some extent, as she'd taken it upon herself to ensure the comfort of the people staying here. She did hope everything was well in there, because she couldn't afford any slip ups so early into someone's stay.