Day 48: Women's Showers (4th Shift)

[number1smiley]

With her torso wrapped once again to hide the disfigurement left behind from her hybridization, Teresa found she was the first in the showers. It figured that the handlers would take care of her and her... unsightly mark before anyone else had a chance to catch a glimpse. It wasn't as if Teresa cared, unless it was someone she knew personally,

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[vitale]

Ah, the showers. Truth be told, Bella was thankful for the shower - it gave her a few minutes to think and to be by herself, simply alone in her thoughts. The warmth of the shower also allowed her to relax sore muscles - especially her shoulder, which was still sore from the night before. She hadn't told Edward about that because he honestly didn't need to know. It wasn't like she had drawn blood or anything of the sort.

Sadly, her time went by quickly, and soon the eighteen year older was being led out of the showers and back into the glow of the Sun Room.

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[36_24_35]

Tifa's nurse ran right into her when the brunette stopped abruptly in the women's changing room

[madeinthehrl]

It was unusual for Soma to take this long in the showers, but she wasn't normally this badly injured. The cut she had received last night had thankfully stopped bleeding, but the water and soap that ran into it still stung unbelievably and it hurt to raise her arms to wash her hair. Gritting her teeth, she shrugged off her nurse's attempt to help her and finished washing herself. The last thing she wanted was assistance from a woman who was working for the man responsible for everything that had happened last night.

She accepted a clean bandage with poor grace and dressed as quickly as possible, grabbing a towel to dry her still-wet hair and stepping outside.

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[she_is_ruin]

Lunch time had ended on an inconclusive note, which might not have bothered someone who enjoyed pleasant conversation with pleasant people. Yomi was not that kind of someone. It meant her day had been pretty much wasted as seemed to be the general way of things in the Institute; it nonetheless left her less inclined to schlep along like the others when it came time to take her shower.

Pretending to be something she wasn’t for an extended period of time was tiringAside from one perverted old geezer trying to worm his way inside, the showers were just as humdrum as before. Without compunction, Yomi stripped down in the changing room and left her uniform to be cared for while she made her way into the actual shower area. In her past life, Yomi had been almost religious about her bathing, but there wasn’t as strong a need now. In the four days since her last shower, there really wasn’t much to clean off her body, anyway. As far as Landel’s went, she was practically spotless

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[finalwitch]

Ange and showers rarely meshed.

The charming pranks of adolescent girls were wounds too close to surface skin. Steam alone sent prickly shards into her every nerve, knowing her possessions held the ever present danger of vanishing from another's whims. Her brother's precious gift was (always) kept safe--nearest and dearest to heart and reminiscent of home now lost--but she had others. She was not her cousin Maria in breathing life into the inanimate. But what was the worth of mementos to one without much else? To allow the prospect of loss without agitation was a thoughtless gesture.

Even here, when most no longer mattered, Ange returned to that fear. As such, she wasted no time going through the routines, her hair still dripping when she finally managed out. Thankfully, no one actually cared here. Thankfully.

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