As the two entered the bathing rooms, the sound of water lingered in the air. Someone was in here. Camellia put her towel and clothes down before stripping down. Of course, Mistral was there. Her body was extremely attractive. The curves, the tanned skin, a true sign of feminism. She had their backs to them, but knew they were there gawking. With a sigh, Camellia twisted the handle before water erupted from the showerhead. Camellia was always self-conscience. She had the curves, the bronze skin, yet wearing glasses and having curly hair didn't help. It screamed geek.
Showers were normally quick. Mistral left, but not without a taunting smile at the girls before leaving. What was this? High school? Really? The water was turned off before she dried herself off and get dressed. Just a simple dress. One that that Camellia loved wearing was dresses.
"Well, my shift is over" Camellia smiled before patting her on the back. "Is there anything you wanted to do? I mean tonight, I got my tablet! You got to watch this show that I'm watching. Its pretty good!" When it came to Camellia's soap operas, she never missed an episode.
The girls made their way back down the long corridors, conversing once more. "Soap opera? Ah, sure. Haven't seen any TV shows in a long while. Might be nice to just chill out before hitting the sack."
Not that Larissa particularly liked that category of entertainment, she enjoyed the company of her friend anyway.
The sound of rain had somewhat of a calming effect on the red cyborg. His footsteps were absolutely silent against the floor. He moved like a ghost in the night, slowly with a powerful stride. Hearing noises, his predator-like instinct made him stop. He heard the Portuguese tongue of Camilla's soap opera, the doctor herself and yet the soft voice of Larissa. He just stood there, listening, as if he was eavesdropping on the most important information in the world.
Larissa isolated herself underneath the warm doona, listening to her friend's soap opera, while half listening to the pouring rain.
She couldn't stop but think of something; someone.
"I need to get it back. I need to get it back. But what if it's gone? Why did I have to drop them? Those fucking PMC's..." She softly mumbled to herself in anger.
She looked at Camellia who was happily occupied by her show below, Larissa decided on what she should now do.
It frustrated her. Should she go? Or should she leave it. No. The possession was too valuable to lose.
Larissa hopped off the bunk bed, sprinted out of the room and entered into the corridors. She left without reason to her friend.
She ran. Tearing up on the way, in nothing but a night gown, no shoes, no socks.
She ran until she met the entrance of the complex, slamming the doors open and running out and across the open area.
She zoomed down the stairs into the small garden area where the large "World Marshal" sign lit with lights.
The rain fell hard, with the ground soggy wet, making things alot harder for Larissa to find what she was after.
"There!"
Two shiny metal pieces sticking through mud and tanbark behind some bushes. Larissa pulled them out with ease, the long strip of metal necklace following the two other pieces. Dogtags. They were dogtags. Not hers, though.
"I can't lose you again."
She sat in the wet mud, stained her nice white gown, just holding them.
"I really thought I'd lost you this time."
"M-Monsoon! No!" Camellia yelled as she chased after the cyborg. She couldn't him hurt that girl.
As the girl ran out of the room, it was the Cambodian's instinct to give into the chase. He heard Camellia and her footsteps behind him, but she was too slow. He didn't understand what was going on with this girl, but he had orders. No one leaves the facility, due to concerns of treason, which was dealt with death. The rain smoothly slid against his metal body as he stopped. He watched as she dug through the mud. He moved like a predator in the night as he crept up behind her. A black sai was held up against her neck.
"Lost who?" he questioned.
"M-Monsoon!" Standing by the door of the facility, the doctor stood. "Don't you dare hurt her." The cyborg didn't move.
"I didn't plan too." The sai was removed from her neck, before he grabbed Larissa's arm, dragging her before pushing her wet body in the doctor's arms. "Whatever you lost, don't lose it again."
Larissa snatched herself out of the red cyborg's grip, droplets of rain falling from the bangs over her head. The shiny metal in her hands was placed around her neck. Then she left, no, stormed back into the building, her feet cold and wet.
She turned her head behind her, watching as Camellia followed behind, and behind her friend, the curious cyborg Monsoon. She frowned, shifting her gaze onward before reaching the doors again.
She waited and let them open for Camellia, slipping her cold hands into the pockets of her dirty gown. The door slammed shut, and both the females left from out of the bitter rain.
Larissa didn't speak as they returned through the hallways. She merely looked forward to slipping into bed and forgetting everything.
She was panting, you could hear her, from anger? Or from out of breath?
Who knew...