No Event | BYOA
Either there were no telephone towers in the vicinity, or the hotel blocked all telecommunications being transmitted and received. He stood in the empty change rooms, the scent of chlorine stagnant in the air. He had not been able to find a decent signal throughout the entire hotel, even when he stepped out its confines or escaped to its only roof access. Something, or someone, was behind this, but right now all Dick Grayson could think about was his guilt. He really wanted to speak to Barbara, to confess, to explain, but he was alone. Again.
"Jesus," Dick muttered, yanking a towel from a pigeon hole and bare-footing it to the main aquatic centre. It was deserted at this time of night, and perhaps one of very few rooms in the hotel that were not red. The room was vast, his soft foot falls sending of little resonance, it looked almost cerulean in the diffused light illuminating the Olympic standard swimming pool, its surface brimming with steam generated by the central heating. Dick tossed the towel over a nearby bench, followed a little more gently by his smart phone, and without any further hesitance, jumped into the pool. The break of the water washed away his every thought, nothing but instinct to occupy the space in his feuding mind. His breath tore jets of bubbles past his ears, his chest hot with the exertion of his heart and muscles.
When he broke the surface after the fourth repetition, a figure was looming above. Dick wiped his face of the excess water, his breath misting in front of him amidst the heat from the pool. Slightly disorientated by his own issues, and aided by a biochemical fight or flight response, he drifted away from the edge of the pool to better take in his guest.
(Back from a hiatus, replying may be slow. No bathroom stuff, please, but pretty open for anything else; i.e. CR/Smut incl.)
"Jesus," Dick muttered, yanking a towel from a pigeon hole and bare-footing it to the main aquatic centre. It was deserted at this time of night, and perhaps one of very few rooms in the hotel that were not red. The room was vast, his soft foot falls sending of little resonance, it looked almost cerulean in the diffused light illuminating the Olympic standard swimming pool, its surface brimming with steam generated by the central heating. Dick tossed the towel over a nearby bench, followed a little more gently by his smart phone, and without any further hesitance, jumped into the pool. The break of the water washed away his every thought, nothing but instinct to occupy the space in his feuding mind. His breath tore jets of bubbles past his ears, his chest hot with the exertion of his heart and muscles.
When he broke the surface after the fourth repetition, a figure was looming above. Dick wiped his face of the excess water, his breath misting in front of him amidst the heat from the pool. Slightly disorientated by his own issues, and aided by a biochemical fight or flight response, he drifted away from the edge of the pool to better take in his guest.
(Back from a hiatus, replying may be slow. No bathroom stuff, please, but pretty open for anything else; i.e. CR/Smut incl.)