<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i502.photobucket.com/albums/e423/Jay_Souza/Trapped%20inside/7b08e911-815c-4b1f-8240-b7adc3d55b82_zpsef683afa.png?t=1408801213">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Jenny Wallis - Kitchen</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">As usual, Jenny was out of bed early. For as long as she could remember, Jenny Wallis had been an early bird. And for as long as she had been in the mansion, she had taken upon herself to get up early daily to take care of the house. Cleaning, tidying up, cooking meals, doing laundry, ironing clothes, anything a household needed to work smoothly was happily taken up as a task. Anything to make everyone else's life easier and more comfortable in there.<br/><br/>That morning, Jenny smiled to herself and shook her head as she saw the boxes on her way in. Looking up at the camera, the girl smiled again. "Good morning. Thank you for that. I was beginning to worry about what I would cook for them today", she stated politely. After the quick interaction with the camera, Jenny set out to work, putting all the cans, jars and bags in the pantry and saving the boxes for Jack. He always had something to do with the wood they were made of.<br/><br/>With a sigh, Jenny shook her head. Poor Jack. Always wounded and battered, and never giving up. He would kill himself one of these days, as most of the other members of the Underground. They were lucky Jim was always willing to help. Had it not been for him, God knows if they would all be alive.<br/><br/>Shrugging her shoulders, Jenny focused on breakfast. People would soon start waking up, and she should get to work and make sure they would at least have coffee to entertain themselves while she cooked.</div>