Those Bad News Blues [Closed Play]
Despite the steamy warmth of the washroom and the post-shower heat that radiates from her body in waves Eleven shivers. There is no logical reason for her to be cold: she isn’t feverish, the water had been blissfully hot and she is dressed in the warmest clothes she has. Still it is hard to ignore the trembling of her hand as she wipes the mirror down with a damp washcloth and stares at her reflection. Dull, haunted eyes tinted a faint red from recently shed tears look back and she turns away with a heavy sigh. Exhaustion has once again claimed a portion of her emotions and the control she has over them for the second time in less than a week. The resulting breakdown was smaller than the meltdown several days ago and had been easily drowned out by the sound of running water, but the fact that it happened at all has left her shaken and feeling hollow. Numbly wandering away from the sink and its mirror she collects the damp towels from the floor and deposits them in front of the washer and dryer hidden behind a half wall; she’ll tend to the laundry later, tomorrow morning perhaps. Pausing only long enough to transfer the salvaged clothes she’d worn turning the paint fight from the washer to the dryer she trudges towards the door leading from the room, flipping off the lights before heading down the hallway, heading for the common room to join the rest of the crew for the evening social hour.
Making her usual near silent entrance she lingers just inside the doorway, glancing at the walls that less than two hours ago had been splattered with neon paint and noting that all evidence of the spontaneous fight had been cleaned up, except for the pictures on Sari’s camera of course. Looks like the drones had gotten everything scrubbed down before the ‘bots on patrol returned from their rounds in the city. This assumption is based purely on the lack of fuming Optimus Prime since Eleven had been in the shower when the rest had returned and missed what if any reaction there might’ve been. Shoving all thoughts of yet another disturbing Nexus visit the girl darts across the room and casually vaults over the back of the couch, plopping down onto a free spot, thoroughly startling Bulkhead with her sudden appearance near him.
“Gosh Eleven, don’t do that!” He admonishes her with a slight flail. Giving him a half hearted smile she murmurs an apology, not quite able to keep the weariness out of her voice. Leaning closer to her he arches an optic ridge, frowning when she meekly shies away from him. “Hey, are you okay?”
“I’m fine Bulkhead. Just… just a little tired, that’s all.” She grumbles hesitantly, the smile fading. The look Bulkhead gives her lets her know that the green mech doesn’t believe her in the least bit, but he has enough tact not to push for more information just yet.
Making her usual near silent entrance she lingers just inside the doorway, glancing at the walls that less than two hours ago had been splattered with neon paint and noting that all evidence of the spontaneous fight had been cleaned up, except for the pictures on Sari’s camera of course. Looks like the drones had gotten everything scrubbed down before the ‘bots on patrol returned from their rounds in the city. This assumption is based purely on the lack of fuming Optimus Prime since Eleven had been in the shower when the rest had returned and missed what if any reaction there might’ve been. Shoving all thoughts of yet another disturbing Nexus visit the girl darts across the room and casually vaults over the back of the couch, plopping down onto a free spot, thoroughly startling Bulkhead with her sudden appearance near him.
“Gosh Eleven, don’t do that!” He admonishes her with a slight flail. Giving him a half hearted smile she murmurs an apology, not quite able to keep the weariness out of her voice. Leaning closer to her he arches an optic ridge, frowning when she meekly shies away from him. “Hey, are you okay?”
“I’m fine Bulkhead. Just… just a little tired, that’s all.” She grumbles hesitantly, the smile fading. The look Bulkhead gives her lets her know that the green mech doesn’t believe her in the least bit, but he has enough tact not to push for more information just yet.