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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Jun 20, 2012 14:49:17 GMT -5
 Nell pulled down her shirt, scrunching her nose when it decided that it would stay up above the hem-line of her jeans, revealing her skin. It was a little paler than usual thanks to the sun hiding out during the winter months, but she was naturally tanned anyway. "Need some new shirts..." she mumbled as she stood in the stall, bag next to her feet. She didn't go clothes shopping too often, only when she got her paycheck, and even then it was at a thrift store. The girl was fine with whatever clothes she had, she didn't see the purpose in going out and constantly buying clothes. If something ripped, she could just hem it. Or superglue it, depending on what kind of garment it was. But judging by the fact this Molly Hatchet shirt was definitely shorter than it had been before, she figured it was time to get some new clothes. Wait...does this mean I'm growing? Butterflies floated around in her stomach. She would have to remember to measure herself, to pull out the height chart and find out if she was just imagining this or if mother nature decided to have mercy and add on an inch to her height. Her arms and legs tingled as she reached for the bag. She had gone to the washrooms to change after playing soccer on the grounds and--
Her thoughts were interrupted by a peculiar rumbling sound as she stood up and looked around the stall, the small trash can for feminine products, the toilet paper holder, the toilet... With a whoosh sound, a spray of water launched out of the toilet and up to the ceiling, as if all the water from the pipes had been launched. "Uh..." was all she could say before she was hit with the spray of water. She flailed her arms in front of her to try and deflect it, but her shirt ended up drenched, as well as anything else the water hit. It died down after a moment, leaving her shivering from the cold and the disgust. Ew, ew, toilet water. She stood there for a moment trying to dissect what had just happened to her. Going to an Academy for Elementals, she'd seen many a strange thing, but... Oh. It came to her in a flash of inspiration what may have been the culprit here. Water elementals had a habit of getting up to no good, and it was right up their alley. She opened the stall door and walked out, tilting her head when she saw a couple of boys in the entrance of the bathroom. "I will get you back," she warned in monotone, holding two fingers to her eyes before pointing them at them. They snickered before opening the door and walking out as she shook her head. She didn't even want to try wiping herself off, or touching herself for that matter. She was not a priss by any means, but being covered in toilet water was pretty high up there on the meter of disgusting.
Nell opened the flap of her messenger bag, sighing when she saw that her books and folders had gotten wet. Of course. It looked like she would be explaining to her professors that she was the unfortunate victim of a Water student prank. If she were in another element, she might have chased down those guys, beat them up, and told them to replace her things. As it were, she was a part of the pacifists. She had no desire to start conflicts. Her phone was wedged at the bottom after she'd thrown it in there when leaving her last class, and she scrolled down through her contacts before finding Ara and typing out a text. "It would be super awesome great if you could come to the girls' washrooms with a change of clothes. I'll explain later," she wrote. Did that sound too vague and disturbing? She sent it anyway, placing the bag on the sinks' counter and looking at her reflection in the mirror. She was glad that her stress from life was not apparent in her eyes or any other place where people may be wondering if she was doing all right. Because she was doing all right. She could handle everything, she just needed no one to worry about it. That's not something she was comfortable with. But now far too many people knew about the stresses of her life, and she felt like she wasn't doing a very good job as a protector. And she wasn't, that much was clear.
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Post by ara on Jun 26, 2012 19:30:02 GMT -5
Ara had been curled up on her bed reading a book when the bird twitter from her phone sounded from the bedside table were she left it, signifying she had received a text. She sighed and glanced over at her phone and rolled her eyes as she looked back at her book. She kept reading til the end of the paragraph then she read the first few words of the next paragraph, counted what paragraph it was on the page, then committed the page number to memory. She shut the book and set it next to her phone and picked that up to read the text. Oh! Nell! It would be super awesome great if you could come to the girls' washrooms with a change of clothes. I'll explain later. Ara raised an eyebrow at that and shook her head not even wanting to think about the possibilities. But from the sounds of it, Nell was lucky that Ara wasn't zoned into her book enough that she didn't hear her phone.
She rolled out of her bed as she texted back a quick no problem and started rifling through her clothes. Luckily her good friend, and older earth girl she saw as her mentor, was about the same size as her so when they ran into mishaps, they fit into each others clothes easily. She pulled out a shirt and a pair of pants and stuffed them in a bag and turned away but looked back and sighed again tucking her long brown hair behind her ears. Nell had said a change of clothes and she wasn't sure what happened but she knew she should be prepared for anything at a school for elementals so she walked back to her dresser and grabbed undergarments as well hoping that either Nell didn't need them or didn't mind borrowing hers because if she needed then Ara had then just in case. She shoved those into the bag as well.
The young girl then hurried out of her room and through the halls straight to the washroom. Once there she took one look at Nell before she could even say a word and her grey eyes widened. "I'm gunna go on a whim here and ask. Waters?" She then glanced that the water all over the floor of one of the stalls and she nodded. Yup she figured as much. She held up the bag with a smile. "I'm also very glad I brought you undergarments as well. You look like you might just need them... Well if you want them anyway." She smiled at her friend and held the bag out for her to take.
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Jun 29, 2012 0:25:37 GMT -5
Trembling, Nell could only stand and wait for the girl to arrive. It was freezing enough as is, the castle being a drafty building, possibly with its own poltergeists. She never pondered it, but it was old, skeletons in the dungeons and stories to tell. Who knew what mysteries these walls could solve? She didn't consider herself superstitious like that. Some things she did that she believed to be normal were considered superstitious by others, but she never counted out the possibility of something else being out there. No one could truly say that they had an answer to everything, so let there be ghosts! It was why she never chose a religion. That, and the fact that religion focused too much on death and the hereafter for her liking. She enjoyed life too much to even think about what may come when she passed. Even when there had been a danger of imminent death, her mind did not go to any sort of religion. But, that was a long time ago. She never thought about that sort of thing.
She gave a relieved chuckle when Araceli arrived, bag in hand. It must have been quite the sight to behold, Nell drenched in water, her bangs limp and sticking to her cheeks, her arms around her stomach. "You guess right," she verified, looking toward the stall she'd fled. "They probably busted a pipeline with their stunt. It was just bam! Water everywhere!" She threw her arms around to demonstrate as much. Even though it had caused her much trial, she would not snitch on the guys who did it. Nell wasn't that kind of person with her friends, or when she was offended by someone. It wasn't a big enough deal. Taking the bag with a small smile, she murmured, "Thanks," before going into another stall, almost fearfully so. She would have been fine with changing in front of Ara--turning herself so that her scar would not be visible--if it were not for the fact she might need to change her underwear. That could be awkward, though it was something she did around her closer friends.
Nell dressed, putting her wet clothes in the bag, and sighed as she opened the stall, stopping a moment to glance at it and make sure a jet of water wouldn't spring forth and blast her again. It didn't look that way, and so she put the bag on the sink. "I didn't catch you in the middle of anything, I hope," she asked, pulling at strands of hair with a grimace. She almost wanted to take it out, but remembered what was actually in it. She didn't want to dry it, either, she supposed she'd wait until she got home until she showered. That seemed too far away for her at this point, but at least she wasn't feeling like a grumpy wet dog anymore. "Toilet water is disgusting. Especially these toilets." She wasn't high-maintenance, she could play in the mud like a five-year-old, but no one wanted to be drenched by the water coming from a rusty mainline. And she liked to be hygienic, thank you, clean as a whistle. Or something that actually was clean, because she didn't think whistle were exceptionally well-kept.
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