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Post by Fel on Oct 9, 2011 21:12:31 GMT -5
Black gathers up all of her shower stuff and dumps it in a bag so she can carry it to the shower rooms. Each dorm has it's own bathroom but somehow the one that she and Tyler share has suffered from pipe damage. It had been un-fixable for the last two days and since the she had kept forgetting to tell someone to call a plumber she hadn't taken a shower in a few days. Even though she isn't one of those people who dreads being dirty she has to admit that she really needs a shower. Dressed in her normal attire, baggy jeans to hide her slim curves and a grey metallic shirt on top of the bandages that press her chest down so she's as flat as any boy. It's eleven o'clock, after curfew, so she shouldn't run into any one. It's lucky that Castle has communal showers in addition to private ones.
Black runs down to the boys showers, trying to be as quiet as possible, but when she pulls on the door it's locked. "Damn." She mumbles, unsure of what to do now. Taking a shower in the morning will be useless, the showers are to crowded, and she can't go another day like this and smelling really terrible. In the corner of her eye she sees the door to the girl's shower and she tries to decide whether it's worth it. I am a girl... after all... She thinks, and then sprints inside the unlocked girl's showers as fast as she can. Since everyone her thinks that she's a boy she'll probably get into a lot of trouble if she's seen.
There's no one inside the bathroom so she takes the time to enjoy the shower. In the last few years of this, she'd come to really appreciate how clean girl's bathrooms are compared to the guy's tiled pit. She sighs, relaxing into the hot water and scrubbing all over with soap before turning off the shower. Feeling a lot better, she musses up her soaking black hair with her towel and then wraps it around her body before pulling aside the curtain and walking out and over to the shelf where she'd left her clothes. Marble walls and gold frames around the mirrors, these bathrooms really are fancy... jeesh. For a moment she catches her face in the mirror and stops to look.
She'd never been a vain person, Black doesn't really care three pebbles for make up or anything like that. It's evident, her short hair, normally flat and straight, is sticking up everywhere, half dried and tangled together. She isn't sure how such short hair can get so tangled. Her icy blue eyes are large in her pale face and she looks skinny enough for her collarbones to stick out. The short girl swallows and sees her throat move to accomplish the motion. Even without her boyish clothes Black thinks that she still looks like a guy. A very short guy, but a guy nonetheless.
When she sighs a piece of hair that was sticking to her forehead is blown upward. She shouldn't worry about things like this, it only makes life compacted. Who cares if she's attractive enough to make Tyler like her? Unless he's into guys he probably doesn't think twice about her. Black checks her cell phone, somehow she'd forgotten about time and she'd been in the shower for a whole 45 minutes, and then sees something move in her peripheral vision.
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Post by waterfall on Oct 10, 2011 19:05:57 GMT -5
Brooke sauntered into the shower, wearing an over sized t-shirt, long plaid pajama pants, and her hair up in a messy bun with a curl hanging down the side of her face. Her mind was empty except for the music that always sang through her brain. As she was humming along, she realized that someone was already in the shower. Her face turned as red as a rose. She was frozen, not knowing how to handle this situation. Before she knew it, someone came out. She stayed frozen for a minute, but didn't want to terrify the girl. She slowly approached the person. "I'm so sorry, The door was locked!". She then looked at who she was talking to. Her big, innocent, blue eyes widen as she sees Tyler's room-mate, but a feminine version. She thinks really hard, trying to find the name in her brain which was archived somewhere. "Oh...my..... goodness.... You're Black, Tyler's room mate... Am I wrong?" Recalling that girls couldn't room with guys, she couldn't believe her eyes. "I'm sorry" She start giggling, "I must be wrong!" She figured her eyes were playing a trick on her, but the resemblance was appalling. She stared at the figure once more. "YOU ARE HIM!!!!!" She shouts, realizing it couldn't be anyone else. She then covers her mouth with her hand. "I'm so so so sorry.... Maybe I'm just going mad! Maybe you're just a figment of my imagination" Brooke shut her eyes closed as tight as she could, and opened them exactly 3 seconds later. She was somewhat disappointed to see that the seemingly 'Black' was still there. She starts to get frustrated with confusion. "I-I-I-.......wha???"
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Post by Fel on Oct 11, 2011 21:56:55 GMT -5
Instead of panicking and starting to scream bloody murder like she wants to, Black takes a deep breath and forces herself to stay calm and face the boogie man head-on. Like a man, right? She's supposed to be a boy, so she needs to act like it, only, it's a bit hard to be a boy when she's wearing nothing but a towel. Very slowly, Black turns around and then nearly drops her towel. "Brooke! Ah... ah, Brooke." Black coughs to get her voice back down to a lower pitch. Her blue eyes widen and she shakes her head rapidly, little drops of water flying off.
"No, no, I'm not Black. You've totally got me wrong!" She holds up both her hands in an 'I'm innocent, calm down!' gesture. In her haste she realizes that she's dropped her uniform on the ground, and that Brooke would have to be either blind or very stupid not to notice that it's a boys' uniform. From there she'll either 1. assume that Black is a perverted boy with boobs who likes to use the girls bathroom or 2. know that Black's a girl.
Defeated, she sighs. "Okay, yeah. I'm Black." Her face darkens into an ugly expression, this is so inconvenient for her. It was difficult enough working for Tyler and Flock non-stop while doing schoolwork and now she's got to deal with this gaping hole in her secret. Wonderful. "Look, don't tell, okay? Please?" That word, the please makes her feel a little sick. Black can barely believe that she's reduced to begging.
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Post by waterfall on Oct 12, 2011 19:42:57 GMT -5
Brooke was astounded, but then she smiled at Black. "Don't worry. You must have a reason..." She was very understanding of everyone and everything. From listening to Black's panicked song, she could tell that she was somewhat suffering. She was just glad Black was honest with her instead of some random lie, which Brooke was likely to believe. "Look, Black. Calm down. I won't tell a soul. I'll just forget about it! See? Who are you again?"she winked reassuringly to Black. She would try anything to let Black know how she treasured secrets, even though her curliosity and nosiness were begging and pleading on their knees to know. "But if you need someone to talk to, like a gal pal, I'm always here for you." she smiled at her new friend. But then again, she had just met this stranger. "but if you don't trust me then we can just hang out casually and stuff.... Like what's your favourite coluor? Mine's blue. What's your gift? Mine is music. See? Baby steps!"
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Post by Fel on Oct 14, 2011 16:50:59 GMT -5
Black takes a few steps backwards, her blue eyes wide and panicked. She's relieved to find that Brooke probably won't rat her out, she really seems like one of those honest girls who's so naive it's almost a little painful. However... he's not sure if it's good to be relying on someone like that, what if some sneaky irritating idiot tries to get information out of her? It doesn't seem feasible, Brooke resisting that kind of pressure. Then... there's that overly-friendly attitude, Brooke's so enthusiastic that Black is a little scared. Is it... maybe Brooke's only pretending to be friendly so Black will let down her guard... and then Brooke will metaphorically stab her in the back? It sounds ridiculous, but it's not impossible. "Oh, um, it's okay. I think I'm fine. My favorite color is, uh... red. And my gift is that I don't miss. It's uh, like, if I throw something then I'll always hit my target." She shrugs, not knowing how else to explain it.
(heh. Sorry Black's so mean)
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Post by waterfall on Oct 15, 2011 16:10:39 GMT -5
"that's cool..... I have terrible aim." Brooke could hear the distrust in Black, which made it awkward. "well...... Thennnnnnn.......... I gotta go....." it was apparent that she needed to give Black some time. She walked towards the door. Right before she stepped out, she turned back and said "if you wanna talk, my dorm, from here is on the right hall. It's the last one on the left." she then just left, straight to her dorm. She jumped onto her bed and sighed, laying her head down on her pillow. She felt like she was falling asleep on a cloud. Uncomfortable situations made her exhausted. If Black wanted nothing to do with her, then she would pretend nothing happened. Brooke truly knew though, that living a lie was a lonely path to walk. [do u want Darren to come in and find out too? Cuz brooke and black don't rlly mix.... But that could make for an interesting situation, but so would Darren. Idk, I understand if u want just one person to kno  ] |
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Post by Fel on Nov 4, 2011 21:35:26 GMT -5
<whatever you want is fine, but you're right, Black is so kind of a jerk so she's not a good friend for Brooke. Maybe... Darren could threaten to tell Tyler unless she does something for him? Black is better at dealing with hard situations than with friendly people. Also, sorry this is short.>
Black nods slowly. "Yeah, if I ever need any help I'll let you know." She says, knowing that she will never ask this person for help. A quick image of herself begging Tyler for help flashes through her mind, just the thought of that makes her flinch. "Bye Brooke, thanks for being so understanding." She says to Brooke's retreating figure. As soon as she's alone in the bathroom she sighs in relief and gathers up her clothes. To her dismay, she had dropped her shirt and the bandages that she uses to keep her chest flat into a puddle of water. They had been there for so long that they were completely soaked through, worse, the water had been cold and soapy. The idea of putting on the shirt disgusts her so she decides to run more risks and run through the hallways in her towel. Tyler and everyone else should be asleep.... She rolls her soaked clothes into a ball and slips out of the bathroom with her towel wrapped securely around her. Black only gets a few steps before she runs into someone. Her wet feet slip on the floor and she falls flat on her butt. Luckily she manages to keep the towel wrapped around herself, but she's not so lucky with the clothes, which go flying everywhere.
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Post by waterfall on Nov 4, 2011 21:51:08 GMT -5
Darren strolled through the halls, a rock song on full blast in his ears. He couldnt sleep amd decided to wander the halls. Suddenly, a shirt flew past his face. At first he was like "what the f...." He peered down the hall, towards the direction the shirt flew from. It was some clumsy chick. He went back, picked up the shirt, and walked it to the girl. To his surprise, she was in a towel. The situation suddenly got incredibly awkward. "Uhh... Here." He said bluntly. "Be more careful, there are some really creepy people in this school.... It's not safe wandering around in uh towel..." He might've sounded fidgety but he didn't really care. People are only human and she should have a reason for her situation. He looked at her face,her blue eyes were.... Nice. He shook his head, messed with his hair, and walked away. Her face seemed extremely familiar and curiosity struck him. He stopped, mid-stride. That girl looked exactly like Tyler's roommate! Who was a dude! Now, he needed some good reason to let this slide. He spun around on his heal and looked at the suspicious stranger. "Wait. Do I knoooow you?"
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