certainly not what she'd wear

[Zoe Wallerstein-Smythe]

It certainly wasn't what Zoe'd wear. She wouldn't even think of wearing the various clothes that she extracted from the washing machine now. A good deal of them caused the shy Brit to flush with embarrassment, briefly wondering who would be so bold as to actually wear them. Clearly this wasn't her load of laundry: all of Zoe's clothing was... softer, more feminine, downright dainty.

Certainly nothing like this.

Zoe had brought her laundry, as she so often did, and she'd thought she'd put it in this particular washer. The room had been mostly full, with several people loading up after the camping trip and all. Zoe had tried to wait as long as she could, but, well, she didn't exactly have enough clothing to last overlong. Hence why she now stood there, holding someone else's laundry, and wondering if she should do something with it.

Maybe she should check some tags? Zoe turned the item in her hand, what she thought might be a shirt or possibly an undergarment of some kind? She looked, trying to check the tag, to see if there was some kind of something she should be doing. There was a plethora of various items about to treat clothing: Zoe's own needed special care, gentle as they were. She took another deep breath, letting it out slowly and frowning. She didn't see anything special here, but what about with the rest...?

It should also be noted that Zoe currently wore a loose guy's shirt with the Irish flag emblazoned on the front and a pair of latex gloves that she'd obviously borrowed. When Zoe ran out of clothing, she really ran out of clothing...

[Aly Spade]

Aly's long, blonde hair bobbed up and down as she walked in a huff towards the laundry room. She was wearing tall, black heels adorned with ribbon that laced up the back like a corset. A corset, just as she was wearing to cover her upper body right now. It was a light pink, lace-hemmed corset that she covered with a black leather vest. Black skinny jeans covered her thin legs and a deep reddish purple lipstick covered her lips. Of course, her eyes were lined with thick black make up.

She walked with confidence, her head held high. Yes, she was only going into the laundry room, but you never know when someone was watching. Today wasn't the best day for Alyonnah. It had been awhile since the last time she had used her power and the hormones were taking a toll on her mood. The lights were giving her a headache and even the sound of her heels clicking against the floor made her want to cringe.

Upon entering the laundry room, Aly saw a girl in front of the washer that she had put her laundry in. The girl was removing Aly's laundry from the washer. She had a piece of it in her hands right now. From the looks of it, it was one of her favorite bustiers.

Aly stomped over to the girl, snatching the clothing from her hand. "Just what the hell do you think you're doing?" she yelled, quite loudly at the girl. She was significantly shorter than Aly. The laundry room was full of people, who had now all turned to look at Aly. This wasn't exactly the attention she needed considering how new she was. It was a terrible first impression. But, still, the girl shouldn't have been touching laundry that didn't belong to her.

She examined the girl, she was dressed sort of frumpy and had latex gloves on. The gloves threw Aly off a bit. Clothing aside, Aly thought that she was sort of pretty. Not that that would matter. She touched Aly's shit and now she was going to be in trouble.

[Zoe Wallerstein-Smythe]

The moment the girl yelled, Zoe jumped and yelped. The laundry she'd been holding fell, landing on the floor. Zoe darted to pick it up, only to immediately drop it when the other girl came close. Soon Zoe was taking a few steps back, blinking and looking up at a very pretty girl who also just happened to be dressed quite provocatively.

"I-I-I," she stammered. The other girl just looked and sounded so intimidating. Zoe had/was dated/dating Devyn Solway, yet this girl terrified her more than Devyn had for the most part. Zoe's brown eyes went wide and she yet again found herself wishing that she had invisibility as a power. She swallowed, reminding herself of what everyone kept saying: that she needed to stand up for herself a little.

She tried, but she also shook like a tiny dog that had been left outside in a fall storm: "I-I-I found it here and I-well, I needed to--to use the m-m-machine and so I--I was going to just take it out and--and move it but I didn't want to-without, um, checking and--" Zoe paused, swallowing, clenching and releasing her hands. She moved to hold the laundry she still held in her hand, extending it slowly, like she were attempting to feed a creature she was certain was going to bite her arm off at the elbow.

[Aly Spade]

The girl standing in front of her dropped her bustier twice. Aly's face twisted in annoyance as she resisted the urge to point out that she had just washed it. She actually had to literally bite her tongue to keep from lashing out at her.

Normally Aly wouldn't have held back. She lacks compassion for the most part. But, this girl seemed so scared of her. To be quite honest, she looked like a trembling little chihuahua about to piss itself. Aly hadn't meant to scare the girl really... But, she was still really pissed. She was extremely possessive over her clothing. Well, she was possessive about all of her belongings. But, her clothing over everything else. Aside from that, wouldn't it be common curtsey not to touch someone's things? Yeah, sure, all of the machines were taken. But, doesn't that mean that the girl should come back another time? Or wait her turn? It's not like Aly was gone that long. The machine had probably only stopped ten to fifteen minutes before Aly got there.

Closing her eyes, she pinched the bridge of her nose and pursed her burgundy lips. "Look," she started, her volume a few decimals louder than it really needed to be. "You shouldn't touch people's shit. It's rude. Got it? Especially not mine. I'll let you go this time, but don't fucking do it again, okay?" With that, she snatched the article of clothing from the brunette's hand and walked over to where her empty wash basket was. Grabbing it, she walked back to the machine and begin emptying the contents into the basket.

"There," she said with a huff. With her back now towards the girl, she scanned the room for an empty dryer.

[Zoe Wallerstein-Smythe]

Zoe still flinched even when the girl lowered her volume. She hadn't meant to offend or anything. People quite frequently moved laundry from one machine to another. It was often considered what you did: move someone's laundry along in the cycle so that you could use the shared machine. The other girl certainly seemed rather put off by the fact that she'd just touched them.

"I'm-I'm--"Zoe tried again, the words barely audible. The other girl was just so overwhelming. She didn't manage anything else as the blonde snatched the article from Zoe's hands. Zoe's fingers worked for a bit, as if trying to catch something that clearly was no longer there.

Zoe kept standing, not moving a bit, while the girl moved about, dumping the contents and all. After a few seconds, her hands finally lowered. She stared at the blonde for a while, trying to figure out what she should say, what she could do or what have you. The mean girl seemed to be... looking for something. Zoe blinked, wondering, before figuring it out.

"Um," she tried, not sure she should really be getting any more attention. She turned and pointed, "there's, um, an open one over here," she practically squeaked.

[Aly Spade]

Having no luck finding an empty dryer, Aly turned towards the mousey voice that was directed at her. So there was an empty dryer. How had she missed it? Probably because she was too distracted by her anger. "Hmphf. Thanks." Aly mumbled as she walked over to the dryer.

The blonde glanced over her shoulder towards the other girl a few times as she began loading her wet laundry into the dryer. Why was the girl dressed like that? She was a girl... right? Was she a lesbian? A tom boy? Either way, it doesn't mean that she had to dress so oddly. Not that Aly had a problem who wanted to dress differently, seeing as how she herself obviously fell into that category. Still, she couldn't help but wonder, and sort of pity. Maybe she didn't have better clothes? None of the clothing the girl was loading into the washing machine looked very girl or very... anything, really. Which was a shame, the poor thing would probably look great in some decent clothes.

After Aly got all of her clothing into the dryer, she reached in and pulled out one article, then put it on all of the proper settings before pressing start. Instead of walking right out the door like she had wanted to, she found herself walking towards the fragile little mouse. "Here." She said, tossing a wet black tank top at her. "You should throw that in with your wash so that you're using your detergent and stuff. It should fit you. You should wear it sometime, it would look good on you." Aly pressed her lips together into a firm red line, not 100% sure why she had just given away one of her shirts.

[Zoe Wallerstein-Smythe]

Truthfully, most of Zoe's clothing looked almost too feminine. She couldn't help but be drawn toward pretty things, which was rather ironic given who she'd tied herself to so recently. She just happened to look frumpy now because all of said clothes, a rather sad little bundle that she could just barely hold. Didn't stop her from at least trying to help, even though the other girl still intimidated Zoe quite fiercely, enough that she still edged away.

Just as Zoe was moving to put her clothing into the wash, she heard the girl talk to her again. Zoe looked up just in time to catch the flying tank top. Blinking, she looked down at it. It did look somewhat nice, if, well, damp now. Though Zoe instantly noticed the sleeves. She opened her mouth to point it out, then realized how very rude that would sound and closed her mouth, blinking and looking up at the other girl.

"Thank you," she said, almost too softly, she continued: "for, um, the top," she could use any and all clothes she could get, and she adjusted it to put with the others. "I... I don't have many clothes. I sort of... ran away from home after it... happened," there, she managed to get that out. And it wasn't like it was that unfamiliar of a story: people ran away from home all the time after getting their mutant powers. Probably one person in three or four had a story like that. They just didn't quite have all the fun additions Zoe had...