Girls Bathroom.

I walk in, and take a shower. I then change in the stalls. I walk out, looking cool in my awesome new clothes. Even though I didn't know anything about England, I wore this shirt. I look in the mirror. "Oldukça iyi benim yeni kıyafetler arıyorum." I mutter in Turkish. Then, I walk out.

Czarina: i walk in,change into my swimsuit and put clothes over it, then put my hair in a ponytail and leave.

I walk into the bathroom and shower. I get dressed and dry my hair. I style it, not taking too much time, until it falls in loose ringlets around my face. I walk back to my cabin, satisfied.
Outfit (posted at her bunk as well):

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I walk in and walk into a stall. I shut the door and change into my new clothes. I walk out and take the white stripe in my hair. I die it blood-red. Then I leave.

Her clothes which she shall wear during war.

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I walk in and take a shower, get dressed, brush my teeth, and braid my hair. I look in the mirror and decide to put on some makeup. I leave.



I pass Evie as she's leaving. I take a shower, change, brush my teeth, dry my hair, and put on mascara. I look in the mirror. Satisfied, I head back to my cabin.

OOC; i ain't even mad.

BIC; I walked in, showered, changed, and dried my hair. I teased it a little. Then put some makeup on and left.

OOC; I always post so much in the bathroom. Whaterr.

BIC; I walked in and showered, taking my time. When the water started to turn cold, I shut it off and put my pj's on. Then I walked out.

OOC: Yeah, it was longer... but I deleted a ton of useless sucky writing |D

I stumbled into the girls’ bathroom after fetching a change of clothes from the cabin. Damned steps, tripping me like that. I kicked the wall in frustration, only because I didn’t want to break my good hand by punching it. I just felt so… I didn’t even know.
I tried not to think about how angry I was right now. So irrationally angry. I tossed the clean clothes on the floor in a pile outside of a shower stall. That probably just got them dirty, but I honestly didn’t give a flying f#ck about that right now. Despite my efforts to distract myself with other thoughts, my mind kept wandering back to Suephrom. And how much of a bipolar b#tch I was to him all the time.

I went into the stall and changed out of my torn and bloodstained clothes and tossed them on the ground, then kicked them out next to the clean-ish outfit through the gap under the door. Damn, it was cold in here. Too much air conditioning. I shivered and reached for the water control, but winced, as I’d stupidly raised my injured arm. Showering like this was f#cking hard. How was I even supposed to wash my hair? I reached with my other hand to turn the water on, and yelped when a stream of goddamn sh#t f#cking ice water shot out. FFFF. This would have been a hell of a lot easier if S-

No, don’t even f#cking think about thinking about that.

Eventually, I got myself all washed and clean, and changed into my clean clothes without injuring myself too much. Just a plain gray T-shirt and jeans. I looked in the mirror and tried to tie my hair back with just one hand. It was f#cking hard and took several tries, but I managed to put it in a decent ponytail. At least my wet hair wouldn’t be in my face constantly, now. Once I’d done that, I examined how I looked in that stupid mirror. My clothes looked fine, but my expression… bothered me. I looked upset. Guilty. Had I expected that I’d magically feel all better about myself after I’d showered? Ugh.
I shook my head, and went over to toss my old clothes in the trash. They were pretty much ruined, anyways. Might as well.

As against the grain as it felt, I knew I was going to have to find Suephrom and apologize, if only to get rid of the sinking feeling in my gut. I mean, I liked him and all that sh#t… but I was a self-centered b#tch above all else. Ugh. I actually facepalmed at myself when I realized that.

So I left, and went looking for my estranged… friend.