April Nichols (lostlittlelamb) wrote in immune_ic, @ 2013-01-16 01:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2013 [01] january, april, dillon |
WHO: April & DJ
WHEN: January 16th, 2020; Late morning
WHAT: A run in, awkwardness & showers.
WHERE: Outside the shower rooms
RATING: Medium, maybe?
This. This was why she needed as shower bag. April had had her arms full as she had made her way to the shower room, towel thrown over her shoulder while she clutched both clothing and bottles to her chest. She wasn’t a person who dropped things, so the bag had seemed pointless, just another step she would need to take, a time waster in her mind. Said time waster bag, well, it was looking a lot more appealing now as she surveyed everything in the heap of items she had brought with her into the changing area of the women’s shower room. Sweater, check, jeans, check, underwear, check, bra...missing. You dropped it. The thought was matter of fact, and she rolled her eyes at her own obvious statement. “Clearly,” she muttered as she shimmed into her jeans and pulled her sweater over her head, the neck of it wide enough that it slipped off one shoulder. Her hair was still damp and she was barefoot as she ducked out of the women’s shower room and into the hall, her eyes scanning around for her missing item. Part of her even wondered if it was worth searching for, because with so many people coming and going, it may have already been picked up. Her face screwed up into a look akin to disgust at the idea that maybe some creeper – like the old rocker who everyone avoided – may have picked it up and planned on keeping it. It’s nothing special. The thought made her giggle, like she was already trying to convince someone to return the item they may not have even taken. “Maybe I am crazy,” she mused, though those words were followed by another round of giggling. If she was crazy, well, April rather thought it was better than being sane. You’re caught up in your own world again. She pointed out to herself just as she brought her gaze up from the floor of the hallway, searching for anyone who may be privy to this little search and rescue adventure she was on. |