Reiner waved with a smile at the orderly who was walking away and had finally gathered his papers. But Reiniers smile was forged, either the orderly knew something and he lied or no one really could say what the hell was going on in this sinister place. Reinier thought about it, if he
was involved in something he probably wouldn't have said it to the patient of an insane asylum, especially during their first conversation. He felt more awake now and had his mind set on cleaning his new living quarters, one speck of filth at a time. He first wanted to make the furniture set-up impeccable, he would do this by lining up the beds on opposite sides of the room so when someone entered,
me, they would appreciate the mirroring corners facing each other.
Yes that'd be nice.
He picked up his sheets and backpack and walked a short length through the dull hallway, no one was really walking around, he had to have been either early or late, hopefully early,
I can get started on the room and have it tweaked to perfection before my new roomie even gets the chance to step inside. He thought he should try to have a good attitude about the roommate situation.
Maybe he has OCD too! Reinier thought gleefully. He began imagining them having hygiene contests and fighting over who gets to clean what. Reinier stepped up to the door, his name, beside a 'Mr bouley' were printed one above the other.
" Room 50 " An even number, Reinier smirked.
Could this hour get any better?
He reached into the side pocket of his backpack and pulled out a tiny, moist tissue that smelled faintly of cleaning products, most weren't fans of the smell but it gave Reinier a slight rush. He wiped the knob, circling around it, digging into its small crevices, and cleansing it of dirt specks. Finally he turned the knob and stepped inside.He scanned the room.
Another project, just as I expected. He carefully began to make his bed, tucking every loose end in, making every ruffle flat, matching every corner of the sheet with extreme precision. Although this cot-making was rushed, it took him half an hour, he had to be 'lazy' today if he was going to have time to get to the rest of the cleaning. He laid his back pack ever so gently on the stiff compilation of rigid cloth that he called a bed, and unzipped the top. Reinier spread its contents out, his 'personal' belongings consisted of:
- A Few Sponges [Mint Condition]
- A Roll of Paper Towels
- An Extra Set or Two of the Wayward-Issued Uniform [Optional to Wear, Thin White Pants and Shirt)
- About a Dozen Unused Rubber Toothbrushes [Bendy so They Cannot be Broken and Used as Weapons]
- A Small Hand-Held Brush and Dust Pan [Set]
- Toothpaste
- Undergarments [I Shalt Describe Them]
- A Bag of Blue Rubber Gloves
- An Apron, Along with a Bandanna Featuring Symmetrical Symbols [His Personal Cleaning Uniform]
- A Crap Ton of Floss
- A Poster of his Role Model [Mr.Clean]
- And a Few Other Sponge Variations
The things Reinier had mysteriously acquired were mostly stolen from custodial carts and found under the bathroom sinks spread across the asylum. When Reinier felt it was necessary he would scavenge below the sinks, although they never had a whole lot to offer. He had gotten all of his supplies from the two previously described places, that is, everything except for the poster. Staff usually knew exactly who the culprit was yet rarely said anything or penalized him. How did they know...? Well, when Reinier rummaged under the sinks he would steal, then rearrange the remaining bottles and supplies in flawless organization. Renier at last commenced the room-refining. He began with an intense sweep of the room and bathroom then continued with scrubbing the grimy floor corners of the rest of his chamber.
So much to do. He knelt down, his face was very near to the wall. He started with tiny vigorous strokes using one of his many toothbrushes fragile tips, they were getting more tarnished by the second. While cleaning he imagined himself honing Mr.Clean's many skills.