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 Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2012 9:08 pm
A place for gossip and chatting and putting on make-up.
Apparently the mirrors are used more than the stalls.
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2012 5:45 pm
Angela.Tremaine 
After Angela left the infirmary, she had gone into the restroom to wash her face and cool down. For the longest time, she'd stood at the sink, gripping it hard enough her fingers started to ache. The whole deep breathing thing wasn't working so she finally gave up and vented her frustration on the rubbish bin, kicking it across the bathroom, the slamming her fists against it until the hard rubber was dented and her hands were scraped up and sore.
She finally sank to her knees, grasping her head in her hands, feeling the blood rush through her ears and trying to breathe deeply again. It was a long time later before she finally got up and cleaned up the mess in the bathroom, trying to push the bin into its former shape with...moderate amounts of success. She washed her hands, wincing as the soap stung in the scrapes.
She just ignored it for the time being and patted them dry before heading out into the halls feeling at least a little better--at the very least, she felt she could avoid taking her frustration out on the first person that spoke to her.
Probably. [Exit to hallway]
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 1:09 am
 "You know, I'm not much of a fighter, but..."  Reilynn found the girls's bathroom empty. How odd. Back in her old school, the girl's bathroom was busier than a market place. There were often girls braiding each other's hair in a corner. Then there was a line at the mirror to put on make-up. Reilynn was surprised to find this place empty.
"Is it empty because there is a ghost here? Hey, ghost. Show yourself. I'm not afraid of you." Reilynn declared as she waved her paint brush. No answer. Well, as expected. The ghost was that scared of her.
Reilynn turned to her reflection at the mirror and put on some lip gloss. She had a love for lip gloss since it smelled good. She liked to walk around with good smells. When she finished, she adjusted her glasses and squinted her eyes and furrowed her brow to a frown in attempt to look intellectual.
"I believe that the marginal price utility is not appropriate for today's gross domestic product as global warming has taken over the world and made stocks decrease creating a bear market over in the polar bear region. The polar bears are doing all they can to save the democracy." Reilynn said to the serious face at the mirror. She had no idea what she was saying but she heard a lot of those intellectual terms used on the news so she tried to use them too.
Reilynn smiled at herself. "Well, I am impressed with your intelligence! Now then, off to find treasure!"
[Exits Bathroom]
(( I think I will have Reilynn wander and spam places that need to be spammed. >8D )) "...I'm a pretty darn good treasure hunter!"
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2012 12:44 pm
χσ¢нιqυєтzαℓ  First period had come and gone, leaving Xochiquetzal in the same spot she was an hour ago, at the start of the school day. Curled up on a stall's floor and snoozing away. Apparently, hygiene wasn't on the child's mind – but, well, why would it be? She couldn't imagine how the bathroom floor could be any dirtier than the floor of the halls or the grass outside or.. even her own bed! They had janitors, didn't they? Then, of course, it was spotless. Regardless, even if it hadn't been, there would have been little resistance in falling asleep on the same spot she had been investigating.
Yes, Xochiquetzal had been playing detective before she fell asleep – there were too many questions about Morgan's disappearance that had yet to be answered! How did he escape? Where was the puppy? Why did that demon child scream when she came close? The answer was likely within the third stall at the bathroom! ...Not that she remember if it was the men's room or the girl's room that the kidnapping had occurred in. The boys she had encountered were effeminate enough and, with her earthly appearance being female, it was likely that this was where they had encountered eachother. ..But, all of that would have had to be answered later, when she was done with her nap. She flipped to her other side in her sleep and pillowed her head with her arms, snoozing quietly.
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2012 9:02 pm
 .:l Snyder Couture l:.
”I hate bathrooms. They’re the worst.
Male or female. What’s the difference?
There’s stalls for privacy,
Art class had been rather hectic, and so, he made his escape during all the moving about from area to area. There wasn't many good hiding places though since they mainly involved the outside, but he and snow simply didn't mix well. Instead, he chose to hide out in a restroom. The question was... which one? Why on earth did there have to be two? While both were sanitary, it was just too confusing on why there needed to be a separation between male and female bathrooms. After all, they were both made for basically the same things.
After a long debate on which one to enter, he went with the door that had some pink to it since pink was a nice color. As he entered, he wished he could raise a brow at the leg he saw poking out from underneath a stall door. Either this person had impossibly long legs, or that was a body. Hm. With his curiosity peaked, Snyder gingerly wandered over and opened the door to the stall to check up on what was with this leg issue of course, if someone was really using the toilet, that would be very awkward. At least the door wasn't locked. Then again, someone could still end up using it., only to see a dozing girl. "......Sorry."
And it’s all used for the same thing.
So why does one smell better than the other?
Genders are so confusing.”
- Snyder Couture
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2012 10:17 pm
χσ¢нιqυєтzαℓ Waking up in a bathroom certainly wasn't the oddest of things for the girl – nothing could quite beat the oven mishap. But, that train of thought was for a different time. Xochiquetzal sat up within the stall and – “..Mm..” She winced as her forehead had smacked into the porcelain seat she was situated beside. She had forgotten entirely of it's existence for those few waking moments, but it seemed that it was determined to remain in her head. Physically. She would have to later find a way to inform porcelain attacking her cranium was not the way to do that. She resisted the urge to rub the area of collision as she realized the door had opened and she was forced to hide any form of discomfort from her expression.
How long had that individual been there? She carefully got to her feet, blinking her eyes to get them to focus on the – “Ah..!” Eet! It was the Eet! Her brows rose and she stepped forward eagerly, holding her hands up just in case it attempted to run away from her. She doubted she would be quick enough to catch it, which made the action pointless, but she refused to lower them. Too much work when she already had them in the air. “Eet. ..There is.. no need to apologize. You are most welcome within my..” ..This wasn't her room, was it? Oh, well, she would own everything someday. “..bathroom stall.”
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2012 10:55 pm
.:l Snyder Couture l:.
”I hate bathrooms. They’re the worst.
Male or female. What’s the difference?
There’s stalls for privacy,
Eet? Did he hear that correctly? Maybe she meant 'it'? If so, then she was the first person to get his gender or lack of correct. "Thank you, but it's rather cramped. Wouldn't you rather step out here instead?" He rejected the offer as he backed up to give this strange or was that just a custom of hers to raise her hands like that girl? some room to come out.
"Are you okay though? You banged your head pretty hard against the toilet seat, or at least, that's what it looked like." Maybe the girl should wash her hair too. After all, that was a toilet she just touched, and as clean as the restrooms may have looked, the toilet was used for disposing waste. Still, it'd be rather rude if Snyder just pointed that out.
And it’s all used for the same thing.
So why does one smell better than the other?
Genders are so confusing.”
- Snyder Couture
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2012 2:33 pm
χσ¢нιqυєтzαℓ When the other had stepped back, Xochiquetzal leaned forward and made a small attempt to grab it before it ran away, as her previous intentions were. But, at the sluggish pace she moved at, it really was impossible to tell that she had even started the motion at all – in fact, it was pointless to even mention it aside from the brief look of disappointment that crossed her features as she realized she had missed. Oh, well. She let her hands drop and stared at the Eet, stepping out as it directed her to. She was still debating on where on the hierarchy it would stand – Eet's were on par with deities, as far as she was taught, but.. so was she. Did that make them equals? She didn't feel very equal compared to this individual, however, and she trusted that feeling more than anything.
“I am fine.” She stated, frowning that it had witnessed that. Superior or not, she still wouldn't allow a flaw to be seen! “My intentions were to do that from the beginning, Eet.” She glanced around the bathroom as she exited the stall, deciding to look back at the Eet. Its hair was.. yellow. “...Forgive me, however, I have suspicions. Were you within a room such as this on a day previous to this one?”
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2012 6:56 pm
.:l Snyder Couture l:.
”I hate bathrooms. They’re the worst.
Male or female. What’s the difference?
There’s stalls for privacy,
What was she doing? It seemed like she was trying to drag him into the stall, but maybe that was his imagination since there wasn't an actual attempt to do so. That was good. It was even better knowing that this purple person was alright from smacking herself with that toilet. She should really clean her head though. "I see. Is that a part of your customs because I never came across anything like that before."
Snyder wasn't all too sure by what this girl? meant with her question though. He answered. "No, I haven't. I try to avoid these kinds of restrooms whenever I can. I tend to over think about which one I should use, and that's rather time-consuming. Why do you ask?"
The bell that signaled that study hall was over rang. They should probably head to class now. It was a good thing they shared archaic science together. Snyder said to her."Perhaps we should continue the conversation on our way to class?"
And it’s all used for the same thing.
So why does one smell better than the other?
Genders are so confusing.”
- Snyder Couture
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 8:10 pm
((We are assuming they left. =D ))
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2012 7:20 pm
 ＬＵＣＩＦＥＲ The Devil; The Morning Star and The Great Deceiver "Evil has many faces.
Evil can take any form
Animal, Human, anything.
It can influence the weak......" ______________________________________ While everybody is busy preparing and organizing for the Family's week.. On the otherhand, inside the Girl's bathroom.. A thick black smoke appeared just infront of the cubicles..
A silhoutte of a tall man appeared after the puff. *cough* *cough* "I should have change that kind of grand entrance next time. I could die with suffocation for popping out like that.. *cough*" With eyes closed, Lucifer trailed his fingers on his ebony black hair while clearing his throat.. "Diorella... I'm here to visit you----- So how's my little tiny weeny daughter of mine?~~♥♥" Lucifer hugged himself while his cheeks blushing as he commenting for Ayu in front of hi----- wait?! Where is my princess?? Lucifer starts to wander where could have his little daughty.. He should appear in front of her!
And to his dismayed, no ones around. Except for the large mirror and a few cubicles. Where the heck is he?!! His rage starts to fume inside the area but.. He took control of it.. C'mon Lucifer, you're not in Hell.. So act as a good citizen in here.. Calm down.. He counted from one to ten while deep breathing..
Soon as he's calm.. He fixed his collar and hair while looking at the mirror.. Then flashed a wide smile.. Lucifer is definitely handsome.. And at the corner of his eyes, he read a small sign across.. GIRLS BATHROOM.. Ah! now that explains it! He wanted to facepalm himself.. He's inside the females comfort zone.. All he have to do is go out there and search for his precious daughter and insolent son. ______________________________________ "...It can spread around the world
It consumes hearts.
It destroys friendships.
This is true evil." *exit somewhere*
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Posted: Fri May 11, 2012 7:48 pm
 .:l Morgan O’Donald l:.
"I'm not cute.
I'm not adorable.
As he slowly gained consciousness, Morgan noted the obvious. Augh. His poor head. It was pretty focused around one particular spot, and he was pretty sure he was going to have a bump there. What exactly did he crash into in the first place? Whatever it was, it hurt like the dickens. Did... he somehow manage to crash into a wall? Wait, he distinctly remembered that he launched off Tshila he wasn’t even sure how that happened, but it did., and crashed into that witch girl. Maybe, he hit his head against hers? That made perfect sense! After all, he refused to believe that a girl would have wall for a chest. That was just... impossible. Plus, that would be completely sad too.
Once he got the distraction and confusion under wraps, Morgan glanced around and found himself with constricting darkness. Deja vu much? Wait, wasn’t Xochi there? Didn’t she shove him into his bag.... NO! Not again! The claustrophobia. The panicking. The streaking. The embarrassment! It couldn’t happen to him again. He refused! With a keening whine, he immediately began pawing at anything in hopes he might find an opening to slip free from.
Just stop looking at me!
;____;"
- Morgan
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri May 11, 2012 8:19 pm
Tshila.Curari 
Tshila had ducked into the girl's bathroom because it seemed like the most logical place for a private conversation with a puppy that was more than likely actually a very attractive male that had seriously bruised her chest by bouncing off it. She had just shut the door when she felt the satchel start twitching around. A high pitched whine was coming from inside as well so she quickly set it on the floor and pulled Morgan out, holding him close so he couldn't flip out and escape.
"Shhhh. Shhhh! We don't want to be noticed." She stared at the door, hoping no one would come in." Looking down at the puppy, she said. "It's me, okay? I got you out of there because, I mean, you're totally Morgan, right? It's kind of the only way I can explain both a puppy and Morgan's clothes raining from the sky. So...I mean...just calm down, okay?"
She set him on the floor carefully. "I was going to take to you to the infirmary to make sure your head was okay but if you're awake then I guess it is. Um, so maybe I should sneak you to your dorm for some clothes. Cause I kind of left yours behind in the gym. Percy was going to get them but somehow he managed to transform even though it was dark and then...eh. Things in the gym got a little weird. So...oh."
She frowned. "Um, look, if you're really Morgan, can you like, I don't know. Um...touch your nose with your paw? That way I know I'm not just talking to some weird non-Morgan puppy? Because that would be totally embarrassing."
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Posted: Sat May 12, 2012 9:24 pm
.:l Morgan O’Donald l:.
"I'm not cute.
I'm not adorable.
THE LIGHT. NO. AIR. SWEET. SWEET. AIR. These hands that picked him up were his savior! Wait, they belonged to Tshila, so that meant she was his hero! ….Why was he getting so worked up about this again? Oh, right. Confined spaces weren’t his thing anymore. Hold on. Tshila? Wasn’t this Xochi’s bag? What was she doing with it? This was so confusing. Well, he could put one and one together once Tshila shushed him and started blabbing. Thank goodness that no one walked in on this, or she might have ended up with a funny looks or two.
After being put down, if there were three things that he loved at the moment, it’d be the light, the air, and most of all, the ground., Morgan was rather hesitant to touch his nose to confirm that he really was Morgan. After all, he didn’t exactly want to admit that he could turn into a puppy at will, but then again, she did see it happen right before. Plus, it’d be more help than harm to let her know. Even if he was going to be embarrassed, that was nothing compared to his need for clothes. He was not streaking again. Plus, he could always get over it in time.
With a sheepish bare of his teeth grin, Morgan let out a soft bark and touched his nose to confirm Tshila’s sanity.
Just stop looking at me!
;____;"
- Morgan
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat May 12, 2012 10:00 pm
Tshila.Curari
"I am so glad I'm not insane!" Tshila said. "Also, you're adorable. But since you're a guy, you probably don't like hearing that. Though, if it helps, I much prefer your Human form--it's totally more adorable in every way. Um...so, like, your clothes are in the gym but I totally don't recommend going back there because, you know, I don't think anyone else but me got the fact that you are, well, you."
"So, yeah. I'm thinking I'll just make a dash for the dorms." She gave him a sheepish smile. "Sorry about this but, um, at least I'm not shoving you up my shirt, right?" She paused and gave him a grin. "Though I know a lot of guys who would like that."
Well, actually she didn't. None of the guys at this school seemed to like her. Oh...drat. Her smile faltered slightly but she quickly shook it off and grabbed Morgan, kicking Xochi's satchel under the cabinet.
"Here we go. Sorry about the bumpy ride, but it's faster if I carry you and I can get us out without being spotted. You know, um, probably."
With that, Tshila sprinted out of the bathroom and headed for the boy's dorms so she could release Morgan into his natural habitat...so he could get some damn clothes back on.
[exit to the vicinity of Morgan's dorm]
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