Hell's Smitten | By : WhatItShouldveBeen Category: Celebrities - Misc > Het - Male/Female Views: 3173 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Thursday, June 27th, 2013
The girls all file in and sit down in the common room area. A new kind of nervous energy courses through the group.
Gina is the first to break the silence,
"Well, we know what Chef will do if we don't put up the people he thinks deserve to be up there. We have to be sure we choose right, even if it hurts."
Gail stands up from one of the lounge chairs.
"Our issues were with the appetizers and the fish station. That's Kalyani, myself, Bella, Cindy, Taylor and (Y/N). Now let's think on the weakest chefs out of that group."
Bella huffs.
"just because we brought up the wrong number of fish doesn't mean any of us deserve to be upped. The only real issue we had was the risottos. I am voting for (Y/N) and Kalyani."
Cindy then adds,
"Yeah, but I don't think (Y/N) is the weakest, honestly. She was cooking scallops while Kalyani rushed ahead of her," she tapped her foot on the ground then continued, "my votes are for Kalyani and Taylor. Kalyani because she should have waited for (Y/N) and Taylor because I never once heard her say anything the entire kitchen service."
I am honestly surprised that Cindy is standing up for me, then I remember how she had said she would repay me after I'd saved her on scallops. Even though Cindy is annoying and whiny, she does stick to her word.
Kalyani crosses her arms.
"I'm certainly not the weakest chef. We should drop Mary."
Red gasps, her eyes shifting to Kalyani. She doesn't seem like she expected that at all, especially considering she didn't even get a chance to make anything today.
Kalyani went on to explain her reasoning,
"Mary obviously is struggling. We all saw her at prep today. She just got lucky that she wasn't on one of the early stations, or she would have crashed and burned. I think she's the weakest chef, honestly. No offense, Mary, but I don't think you were cut out for Hell's Kitchen."
Red's face goes... well, red. However this time it isn't from embarrassment, it is from anger.
"You all have no idea what I had to go through to be here." Her small hands ball into fists, "My fiance and I had a huge fight just before I left for Hell's Kitchen! He told me he didn't want me on the screens for everyone to look at. I tried to explain that this show isn't about showing off looks, it's about cooking, which is my dream. He just thought I was fishing for attention, but I'm not."
She pauses for breath between her outburst, her fists shaking with pent up rage,
"I have more passion than half of you combined! I didn't even get to cook today, so don't you dare try to up me! I've been struggling emotionally for a while. I don't even know if my fiance will still want to be with me, especially after how Garrett put his arm around me in the limo, but I'm still here! Chef Ramsay offered me the door and I didn't take it! I deserve to be here!" Her dedication is apparent as she finally cools off and takes her seat on the couch again, her arms folded protectively over her chest while rage tears prick at her eyes.
Everyone is silent for a moment before I decide to say something,
"in my opinion, none of us really deserve to be up there, but something tells me the blue kitchen fucked up even worse than we did. So I don't think that anyone we up will be eliminated this time. Chef Ramsay will likely be gunning for whoever wasted a full pile of scallops. We just need to put two people up. I vote for..." I paused, thinking, "Kalyani and..." the name 'Taylor' paused on my lips. I couldn't just up my closest friend. Besides, if her issue was talking then she could fix that easily. Sighing, I continue,
"Gail. Gail, being that you are obviously so assertive, I can't believe that you'd let the fish stations fail as they did. I'm only voting you because I expected more out of you."
She shoots me a malicious look,
"Alright then, I'm voting for (Y/N) and Kalyani. Besides, as you said, you're likely safe anyways." she shrugs.
Kalyani pipes up with her vote,
"I'm voting for (Y/N) and Mary. Sorry, Mary, I do appreciate your speech, but I still think you should go."
Gina sighs before voting,
"Kalyani and Taylor. Sorry girls, I love you both, but we need more discussion in the kitchen or we're all going to fail and you two are not cutting it."
Taylor squints before sighing,
"I really don't like this. I'm voting up Kalyani.... and Gail. For the reasons (Y/N) stated. I hope we're all still friends."
Last to vote is Red. She had calmed down considerably after not being brought up more than once and speaks up,
"I'm voting for Kalyani and Taylor, both because they didn't speak as often as they should have."
Gina muttered,
"You know that ties (Y/N) and Taylor. We have to pick only two. Who's going up?"
I glance at Taylor, who is looking worriedly at me.
"It's fine guys. I'll go up," I find myself saying almost against my will. I can't stand to have Taylor go in my place, and I know that we are likely safe... but the fact that I self-nominated to the stand on only our second dinner service burns in my conscience. I know of the previous winners of Hell's Kitchen, they were hardly ever on the stand. This will be a strike against me that I will have to work tirelessly to wipe away.
The phone rings. Gail gets up and answers. After a short while, she responds,
"yes, Chef," and hangs up the phone.
"Come on guys, all of us need to go down. The boys as well."
We solemnly walk down the stairs and line up for the elimination process. The men follow shortly after, joining us on the lineup.
Chef Ramsay stands in front of us, shaking his head.
"I am bitterly, bitterly disappointed. In all of you. Red team," his eyes scanned us, "I asked you during the last elimination to take a stand, speak to each other and make my job just a bit easier. I couldn't have gotten a service further from what I'd been asking for."
We hang our heads as he continues,
"You blue team fucks are really starting to piss me off, you know that right? Trying to hide a full plate of wasted scallops in the cupboard! You're like children who broke a vase and tried to pretend there never was one in the first place! Absolutely unbelievable."
Ramsay stands there with his hands on his hips for a moment, before he blows the breath he was holding out as he watches us all.
"I hope everyone managed to come to a consensus. Gail, please, who is your first nominee and why?" he sighs, his blue eyes clouded over and bleak like they are foretelling an incoming storm.
"Chef, our first nominee is Kalyani. She was too quick to the pass with her risottos and didn't communicate properly with her teammates," Gail responds.
"Right, OK. The second nominee?" he asks.
"Chef, our second nominee is..." Gail pauses uncertainly, "(Y/N), Chef."
"Really? Why?" Ramsay probes, his head cocked to the side.
"She was on the station with Kalyani and both of them should have been better coordinated. We really struggled from lack of communication, Chef." Gail stiffens up and clasps her hands behind her back.
Ramsay sighs again as the two of us step forward.
"You know, you are right. Your two nominees were lacking in communication. But I can think of four others that also struggled with the same issue. Gail, Taylor, Cindy, and Bella, get your sorry asses up here," Ramsay says as he jabs his finger at the floor in front of him.
Soon enough more than half of the red team is standing on the chopping block. I quickly glance at the women around me. Bella is looking haughty, Cindy looks like she is about to burst with the desire to defend herself, Taylor is looking at her feet and Gail is standing stiffly, staring straight ahead.
"Now, the blue team. Jay. Who is your first nominee and why?" Ramsay asks, popping up on his toes for a moment before settling back down.
"Uh, Chef... Our first nominee is Dylan. Our reasons are obvious. He tried to hide his failed scallops from you and denied it when you confronted him."
"Alright Jay, your second nominee and why?" Ramsay inquires.
"Our last nominee is Garrett, Chef. He doesn't listen to instruction well and thinks whatever he has in mind is more important than listening to the team," Jay concludes.
"Fine then. Step forward you two." Chef Ramsay waits for them to approach, "Now, this service was the worst service so far. I sincerely hope I will not have to deal with anything close to this in the future. I might have a fucking stroke if you all keep dithering about like completely mute dimwits in the kitchen."
The lineup of up-for-elimination chefs mumble apologies.
"Honestly, I've half a mind to eliminate all of the red team standing in front of me right now. You all said you'd speak to one another and I heard next to nothing coming from your side of the kitchen."
His gaze locks onto mine and holds there for a moment. "When I ask you for something and you agree, you do not disappoint me."
I can feel a deeper meaning in his words and respond by nodding subtly.
"But I think today's elimination is obvious. Truthfully, they don't even deserve to make a plea for themselves." Gordon's burning look moves off of me and onto Dylan.
"Dylan, give me your jacket and get the fuck out of here. I've no space for liars in 'Gordon Ramsay's London Cuisine'," Ramsay barks, swiftly pointing his thumb over his shoulder towards the exit.
Dylan looks broken, his shoulders slump as he steps forward, removing his jacket.
"Hopefully you learn from this and own up to your mistakes. I might have given you a chance if you had. Now, get out," Ramsay snarls.
The distraught chef tears up as he exits the building, a quiet "thank you for the opportunity, Chef," is all that he says before the doors close behind him.
Ramsay turns to the rest of us.
"This is your wake up call, got it?"
"Yes, Chef!" we shout.
"Good. I need to hear more communication. Your problems would be solved if you just spoke to one another. I'm going to need each of you to promise to communicate better. Trust me, breaking a promise to me is not something you want to do," he asserts.
"I promise, Chef!" we exclaim.
"Don't break that promise, or you will be very, very sorry," he urges. "Now go get some rest before tomorrow. Piss off."
Gordon turns his back to us and walks back to his office, closing the door behind him.
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