The Washroom -- Showers

[Prince]

The hot water will run out eventually, so get their quick and try and make 'em short.

[nukima]

Nuke walked out of the showers with a towl wrapped around her, and wringing the water from her hair. She threw on the same clothes she had on earlier. She only had two shirts and one pair of pants and it was so cold out that she had to wear both shirts. The dirty clothes felt stiff and heavy on her clean skin. She hated the feel, but pushed it in the back of her mind. What else could she do?

[rhawk]

Hawk stumbled out of her bunk and nearly tripped on the pair of shoes she had fallen asleep wearing last night. Rubbing blearily at her eyes, she walked slowly to the showers, trying not to trip over anything else while her eyes were adjusting to the dimly-lighted room.

She knew she had failed miserably when she bumped into something large and solid. Probably a person.

"Whoops, sohry." She muttered bad-humoredly, and making herself remember that it was her own fault, and not the other person's, said politely "Cold out deah, ain't it? I'se only buyin' 20 papes today."

[fibs]

[NEW DAY]

Anyone who said the showers had hot water was a liar--and Fibs knew a thing or two about liars. Icy water beating on her back, Fibs hurridely scrubbed her body, knowing prolonged exposure might result in hypothermia. Clean and very cold, Fibs quickly turned the faucet and ended the sprays assault on her bare skin.

Grabbing her frayed towel, Fibs wrapped it around her lanky frame and walked across the bathroom to the scratched mirrors, wet footmarks in her wake. Raking her fingers through her long, sun-bleached hair, Fibs gathered it into three pieces and began to braid it to the side. The humid heat of the dying day was far preferable to the frigid showers. Fibs had always preferred the heat, though--which explained the heavy trench coat she insisted on donning, even during the hottest months of summer.

Glancing about the vacant bathroom, Fibs sighed. Things had been quiet--at least as far as Fibs' social circle was concerned. This was unsurprising, though, as Fibs was not known for her ability to keep friends. Still, she had a fondness for Dodger: he'd taken her in at her most mangy and least honest. He was one of the closest thing to family she had, after the Guild dismantled.

Even so, Fibs could not remember the last time she had seen the Bronx's fearless leader. Then again, Fibs seldom kept to the lodging house. She would sleep on a fire escape just as soon as she would sleep in her assigned bunk. She was flighty and discontent, more so now than ever before.

[Alexandreia Halliway]

Lexi walked into the washroom, needing to clean herself up a little since she'd bypassed doing that when she'd gotten up today. She'd tossed and turned all night, her mind running rampant with thoughts of her younger brother. On the inside Lexi felt like she was dying, not knowing what was going on with her brother, but on the outside she was keeping herself in check. For now, at least.

The moment the sun had started peaking through the clouds that morning Lexi had jumped out of bed and thrown on some clothes so that she could renew her search for Perry. She had spent the entire morning combing the city for her brother but hadn't found hide nor hair of him. Around lunch she had started to feel as though her actions were futile and decided to wash up and get something to eat before continuing.

When Lexi noticed Fibs, she nodded toward the girl. She couldn't remember her name but she did remember seeing her around before just not recently. Although Lexi wasn't sure if that was because she spent most of her time away from the house or because maybe Fibs did.