Disclaimer: I own
Susana. That is all. I don't own Salt-n-Pepa or the song "I Am
the Body Beautiful", but I sorta wish I did.
It's a very good song.
Notes:
sound
*thought*
} telepathic conversation {
Setting: The
Mansion training room. About 11:00 AM
Everybody's beautiful in
their own way
Express yourself every day
And when you got joy on the inside it shows on the out
Be confident and you're beautiful without a doubt
You're absolutely gorgeous, don't ya know?
So you got the body beautiful glow
"Hey, Jubes,"
shouted Susana over the thumping beat of the music they'd listened to as they
worked out and practiced fighting skills, "Are you about ready to quit? I'm soo tired, and I have to go shower again
before lunch with Jono, Artie, and Leech."
"Huh? Oh, yeah, sure…quitting. Yeah.
That sounds good; I'm pretty tired too.
You were really good today! I
mean, if we'd actually been fighting, you could've kicked my ass so many times
over."
"Well, then, I
guess you'll have to not make me mad.
That way, we don't have to find out.
I call first shower!"
"You want to fight
over that?" joked Jubilee. "No, I'm just kidding. You go ahead, I'm going to stretch out for a while. Let me know when you're out, though."
"Sure, I can do
that. I shouldn't be in there too
long. I gotta change back into real
clothes," she gestured to her workout uniform, a Lycra leotard and capri
leggings. "And I have to wake Jono up…unless he's miraculously awake
already. Somehow I doubt he'd save me
the trip down there to his private dungeon."
"I think you're
probably very right. Did I tell you I
saw Leech and Artie earlier? They
wanted to tell me all about your picnic plans…poor little guys were so excited
they almost didn't make it to class."
"aww…those two are
such cute kids. It's nice knowing someone's
excited about spending time with me," she muttered dejectedly.
"Would you shut
up? You're startin' to sound like
Jono."
"Never that!"
yelled Susana, chuckling softly even as she said it. "I am, aren't I? Sorry
bout that, Jubes. Thanks for calling me
on it."
"No worries…now go
already! You're barely gonna have
enough time as it is."
Susana strode down
the hall towards the girls' dorm. After
grabbing her robe and shower basket from her room, she continued down the hall,
tossing a casual greeting to Kitty and Monet as she went. Once she got to the bathroom, she locked the
door, listening in satisfaction as the bolt thunked heavily into the doorframe,
guaranteeing her a few moments of privacy.
Silently blessing the professor for his consideration in building the
room, she shucked out of the clingy workout garments. When she came to the school, she'd been told that the floor,
walls, and ceiling of the room were all lined with a material that intercepted
mutant powers and made the bathroom impenetrable. It was nice to have that reassurance when you went to school with
telepaths and people who could walk straight through normal walls, even if to
get it you had to have a fortress for a bathroom.
Turning one of the
highly polished silver handles in the shower, she tested the water temperature
and promptly jumped in. She stood stock
still under the hot spray for a moment, luxuriating in the calming sensation of
running water, as well as the joy of a moment of complete inactivity. Stretching her arm between the wall and the
shower curtain, she snatched the bottle of Green Tea shower gel from her basket.
Squeezing some
onto her loofah, she scrubbed all traces of sweat from her skin. She quickly shampooed, conditioned, and
rinsed her chin length hair, then bounded from the shower to grab a towel. Wrapping the towel around her hair and tying
her robe at the waist, she collected her stuff and wandered back to her room.
She quickly
towel-dried her hair, running shaping gel through it and brushing the ends
under. After a short but productive
moment of rifling through her underwear drawer, she pulled the shirt and jeans
she'd worn for breakfast back on. The
towel and robe stayed where they fell.
Perching lightly on her vanity bench, she considered her available
options, then grabbed a pale gold eye pencil and gave each eyelid a quick swipe
of color.
She stood to go,
then stopped and squeezed a dab of moisturizer into her palm. She spread the lotion across her face as she
made her way to the door, then rubbed the rest of it into the exposed skin on
her hands before opening the door and stepping out.
