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Tweak says, "tell me how bad I am!"

Illyana Nicolievna Rasputina (ex_darkchyld899) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-09-17 22:10:00

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!active, andy gallagher, day 23, illyana rasputin, location: gym, open

Day 23, Early Afternoon
Who: Illyana Rasputin and Andy Gallagher
What: Trying to feel clean
When: Day 23, early afternoon
Where: The Gym
Rating: um...PG-13, just in case.
Status: Complete

Illyana had waited until Gambit had collected Jay's burned and bloated corpse before she decided to head toward the gym. The idea of a shower, no matter how cold the water might be, was keeping her going at the moment. She had an overwhelming need to feel clean. At least, as clean as she could in a place like this. When was the last time she'd done more than splash water on her face? The fact that she couldn't remember disturbed her.

She summoned a Stepping Disc to get to the gym. After her run-in with the zombified Wolverine the day before, she didn't want to be anywhere out in the open. And she had run around the gym enough the day she'd been six that she had a good idea of where she could end up and not be in anyone's line of sight. She skirted around the areas people were hanging out, not wanting to get in anyone's way, and headed for the showers.

Ice cold water was never fun to shower in, but it wasn't as bad as it could have been today, thanks to the heat. Still, it stung a little on her exposed skin. Illyana kept her bikini on while she showered. She didn't want to accidentally give anyone a show, and given the number of people who'd found bodies when they'd woken up, she assumed there'd be a lot of people wanting showers today. Once she'd scrubbed herself down as best she could with just her hands, she turned the water off, then stepped out of the shower-area. It was hot enough that she'd dry pretty quickly without a towel. She found a spare bench to sit on, and, plopping her jeans and shirt in a pile beside her, made herself comfortable while she waited for the water to evaporate.

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brain_ninja
2009-10-18 02:49 am UTC (link)

Andy looked back at Illyana and pulled a face. "Yeah, yeah, fair enough," he replied. She did have a point after all. He'd told her not to apologize right after apologizing to her for her loss. Sometimes apologies were too reflexive to stop from giving.

"Dude, I wouldn't suggest it if the packages were opened; that's just nasty," he laughed in response. Illyana went on to mention that she'd go commando in the mean time and Andy cleared his throat, shifting slightly in place from one foot to the other. She probably should've kept that little tidbit of information to herself, Andy thought, because it brought all kinds of mental pictures to him that he had no right to be secretly enjoying. "Yeah, no problem, take your time," he replied as Illyana slipped away.

Andy tapped out a random Jimi Hendrix tune on his thigh as he stood and waited for Illyana to change out of her bathing suit. It was, at best, fairly awkward standing there knowing that there was a hot, barely legal chick a few feet away getting naked. Cut it out. Gay porn, gay porn, gay porn, he thought at himself. No way. No way was he going to let himself go there thinking like that about Illyana. She was fucking hot and she was cool as hell, but Andy had enough on his plate already and, never mind that; she made him feel pretty emasculated most of the time, even if he knew it wasn't her fault.

After what seemed like forever and a day even though Andy knew it hadn't been more than a few minutes, Illyana came back out. He smirked and nodded, holding up his hands, all his fingers crossed. "I'm sure there'll be a pack left for ya," he teased. Then, he canted his head toward the door leading back out to the main area in the gym. "Shall we?"

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