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pixie__dust (pixie__dust) wrote in athinblackline,
@ 2009-04-01 00:35:00

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evermore, extacy

Who: Pixie OT Female members of the White Block
When: Wed, April 1, around 10:30 am
Where: White block female showers
What: Pixie isn't a happy girl. And sometimes you just have to have a bit of a cry. Maybe someone can bring the ice cream. :P

Pixie was not a morning person. Not at all. And yet, she was up this morning a full hour earlier than usual. Maybe she really was a morning person, but her usual late nights made it hard for her body to wake up before noon? Or maybe ten in the morning didn't really make her a morning person. Even if it felt like it.

She hadn't really gone to bed any earlier last night, but maybe the simple fact that she could have, that she'd slept in her own bed, and that she hadn't been sore and tired and used so that she slept well was what made the difference.

She didn't know what was wrong with her, she really didn't, but even though she'd slept well, even though she'd woken on her own, and earlier than she had to, she still didn't feel so good. Tired, dragging, and, not to put too fine a point on it, depressed. Usually she managed to shrug it off when she went through a down phase. Usually it passed with no one the wiser. But this one wasn't. This one only was getting worse.

And so she'd come in here where no one was likely to look for her, ostensibly to take a shower, but in truth to try and let the water beat her into submission. It was Wednesday. Watanabe-sama would be returning to the island tonight and she would have to go back to work. A thought that made her cringe. Not that she had a choice. Not that she'd ever had a choice.

She'd already washed her hair and conditioned it, now she was sitting slumped on the floor, her arms wrapped around her knees as the shower beat down on her wings. At least it didn't get cold here. It wasn't hygienic, sitting on the shower floor like this. But then, neither was fucking strange men with no protection. She wasn't going to quibble about mold.

She was trying to forget, and trying harder not to cry since she didn't want to deal with a stuffy nose and sore eyes on top of already feeling like crap, when she heard the door open. She wasn't being too successful at keeping the tears back, though, and they splashed onto her knees to mix with the shower water, hoping that at least they wouldn't be heard over the shower. Biting her lip, she waited to see who it was, and whether they'd bother her. Too bad she didn't think to stand, or think about how odd it would look to see someone's foot under the shower stall as they sat on the floor. Especially since her wings were trailing in the water as she sat there, too.

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everandever
2009-04-01 12:38 am UTC (link)

Mornings weren't particularly Forever's favorite time of day either, but she often woke up, her internal clock must be set that way, that was what she figured. She used mornings for thinking, trying to make sense of what was usually a very nonsense-ical situation. After her daily musings her routine was to come and take a shower to 'wash' away whatever the thinking session might have caused her to begin worrying about, so here she was.

She was wearing a pair of black flipflops, she never cared for going barefoot in the shower, and a black robe that went to about her knees and tied at the waist. She was humming softly, but stopped when she heard the sound of water splashing down in the showers as she stepped inside. Perhaps she should be quiet, she didn't want to disturb others. She was surprised there was someone else in here, usually at this time of day the showers tended to be unoccupied.

Then there was..something else going on besides the sounds of the water. It was hard to really hear what it was, just that someone was doing something more then showering.. She stopped at the particular stall where she could see by glancing down that someone was sitting down. She knew it was really none of her business and whoever it was surely didn't want to be bothered so she should simply go about her day, but now she was curious, and slightly concerned as well. Though it seemed to be a popular concensus from what she could gather that one should only care about one's self on Revolve, a Healer tended to find it hard to do that. Well, at least she did, she wasn't sure about others.

So finally, after her inner debate settled down a bit, she cleared her throat and announced in her clear, slightly low tone of voice, "Hello? Are you okay in there?"

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desiree_extacy_
2009-04-02 11:20 pm UTC (link)

Mornings. Man, she fucking hated mornings. Why did moronic old men have to have company for their ritzy brunch just before noon? Why couldn't it have been an early lunch instead? Just another hour would have been great. Too bad that wasn't an option. Brynn had peeled herself out of her bed with a groan, her legs feeling very sore from the last man she was forced to ride, and pushed herself to grab a robe for over her pjs as she wandered down the hall to the showers. Perhaps the smell of one of her favorite scents during a good soak with sugar scrub would make it all worth getting out of bed at such an ungodly hour.

The hallways were empty as she wandered, rubbing the sleep out from her eyes. Nothing seemed to phase her this morning, and blessedly, the guards must have been just as sleepy as the blonde girl was because they left her alone for once. She pushed the door in and slid into it's space as it swung before her, before realizing that she was walking into the tone of someone talking. A pair of feet were on the floor, the other girl naked under the jets. To those who worked for the white block nakedness was a fact of life, and in her profession, there was zero reason to be body shy. Curious as she always was, and noticing the concern written in the woman's posture before her, Brynn decided to investigate as well. "Is everything alright?" She paused half way in, angling to move back out the door and call for some help if someone had been hurt.

Irrationality struck her for a moment and anger flashed across her mind. If someone had raped this poor girl in their shower, that someone was going to get their ass handed to them quite quickly. The Seductress wasn't a fighter by nature, but she would take up the cause if someone else had been pushed into the same situation she had experienced. Blood swam before her eyes and it took a few moments to clear her mind of what all had as well as hadn't actually happened here. "Did someone hurt you?"

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