Uncharted Territory/ a girls worst nightmare

[Morse Macnair]

Melissa stood in the middle of the room cringing, wishing she were Anywhere But Here. The stinky, cold, slick tile was an insult to her. It seemed to mock her very femininity with its gray blahness. She stepped over a dingy puddle of god knows what and eyed the urinals suspiciously. What the heck were those things? They looked like weird little sinks for dwarves or something...only without faucets. Maybe dwarves used to attend here?
She shook her head and stepped into one of the stalls, prolonging the inevitable. She locked the door behind her and said a quick prayer. More than anything she wished she wasn't quite so squeamish and taken Churro at his gross advice to just pee in a soda can or something. Dumb gross batard. Not that she could even if she could work up the nerve, in a cleaning fit trying to stave off her pissed offness, she had cleared out all the junk in sight.

So this is where she was...in the bathroom...dammit. The worst of this was, in this body she couldn't even use the prefect's nice, clean, sweet smelling, tastefully decorated bathroom. Nope she was stuck in this disgusting parody of hell. And even still prolonging the inevitable.

Like most girls she had a curiosity about boys and what they looked like, but she never expected to get that curiosity fixed like this. And she didn't want to, either. Grimly she closed her eyes and eased the zipper down, wanting to cry at the tiny noise. Why did she have to have that extra cup of coffee?!??

Gritting her teeth, she went about her business and was a little confused...ummm...what had they said? Oh...tap...tap...tap...f**k this s**t! She grabbed wads of paper and all but scrubbed, wanting to cry, grateful the bathroom was empty. Seh dropped the paper in the toilet, and ever so carefully put everything in place (eyes shut of course) and zipped up. She flushed the toilet and ran out, then stopped to wash her hands. As she began to dry them off, she saw the puddle of water seeping out from under the stall, spreading quickly over the floor....oh great, what else could go wrong today?

(open)

[Lily Stone]

"Coco....Coco?" Lily's soft voice floated around the castle as she ran from place to place. After buying a wonderful pet dog, which was called Pug, her stupid cat had been spending more and more time running away from her. It seemed like it was miffed at her for saving a little animals life. After all she was sure that the pet owner ate the pets if they weren't sold.

Sighing lightly she made her way along the third corridor a place she didn't care for. Mainly because the stench from the boys bathroom was most overwhelming there.

It was almost summer time and she only had to do the COMC exam before school was out and Lily was already counting down the days to her 'freedom'. If you could call going home that. Having to face her parents was worse than not passing any of her exams, which she feared, or having her Aunt Greta kiss her on the cheek again. That wasn't pleasant. Her Aunt was wrinkly and dry, she also smelt like tobacco and Lily hated it. Every Christmas her aunt would come round armed with presents, always a new knitted jumper, and give Lily a slobbery kiss. Aunt Greta was just like a pig. Looks and personality wise. Only it wasn't christmas time. It was summer.

Summer meant long hot days and trips to the beach. She could already feel the sand running between her toes, tickling her silly but then she remembered that she lived in London. The only warmth she would get would be from the pollution that rotted the place. England didn't have summer...summer....it had crappy...summer. Ice-cream was just that, not melting a little or tasting brilliantly cold on your tongue, just freezing cold and icy which wasn't the same as ice-cream in spain. "Coco?" Lily asked again her voice wobbling slightly. Coco had been her friend, her only friend, for so long and she didn't want to lose him.

Just as Lily was about to give up all hope at all she saw from the corner of her eye a big fluffy fat brown mess of fur. In other words Coco. Grinning happily Lily ran over to her dear friend but before she could even stroke her, her pet had gone off into the boys toilet. Dam Kitty. Sighing dramatically she held her breath and made her way into the gray bleak bathroom. It really wasn't pleasant.

As she arrived in the bathroom Lily was surprised to see some water leaking out around the place. Did people pee on the floor? Could boys not hold it in or something? Pulling a face she noticed her cat jumping in a block sink full of water and cried sadly. Her cat hated water and she knew she'd get hell out of him tonight, plus he did really smell fugly. As she reached out to grab her cat she muttered "This place is.....I can't describe it...too disgusting for words" shuddering she noticed a boy not far from her. Turning to face him she flushed red and pointed to the cat. This really was a new low, blaming her poor kitty.

[Morse Macnair]

Melissa stood stock still, feeling like she got caught with her hands in the cookie jar for some reason. She tried to breathe normally, and reminded herself that she was SUPPOSED to be in this bathroom--at least as far as anyone knew.
Ok...think now...what would Morse do, what would Morse do?

She tried to make her face look as blank and dead as possible, and focused her eyes somewhere well over Lily's head.

"..."

Dammit, this no talking, no emotion thing was freaking HARD!!!

[Lily Stone]

The guy stayed silent. O.o weirdo. She thought for a second but then she realized that she used to be just like him, all silent and not talking to people because there was no real point. Unless he was just nervous, it was a bit odd seeing a girl in the boys bathroom at least. Feeling a bit dirty Lily made towards the sink but before she got there notice a huge puddle of hell knew what. "Ugh!" she cried just in time.

Turning back to look at the boy she sighed lightly before reaching for her cat. Hmm he could at least HELP her!

[Morse Macnair]

Oh crap. This girl expected dialogue!!! Normally Melissa was all chatty and stuff, but...this wasn't exactly the average run of the mill meeting....Now she was stuck in a dilemna..

Did she talk, and risk ruining Morse's image?
Or did she keep her mouth shut, which she'd have to fight with all her will power, and risk earning him the rep of a big jerk?
She shut her eyes for a second and began to count in her head. Eenie, meenie, miney, mo...

Talking and risking his rep won out thank god, she didn't know how much longer she could keep her mouth shut!

"What are you doing in the boy's bathroom?" she squeaked, then coughed to try and cover it up...rather pathetically...

[Lily Stone]

Hmm silence was a bummer. Ok Lily like never talked really but sometimes in odd situations the odd acknowledgment didn't go amiss. Frowning slightly she paused before reaching out for her cat again, she didn't want to touch the icky puddle and she'd half hoped the boy would have treaded through the stuff to save her cat. Boys liked mess after all.

Then just as she was nearing Coco the boy squeaked at her. Squeaked! Blinking at the face she tried hard not to giggle but she knew that a smile was dancing on her face. "I...my cat...."she had to stop for fear she'd laugh more. The squeaking hadn't been that funny more surprising really "I wouldn't have come in this crap hole if it hadn't been for my kitty cat!" she told him though she didn't think he'd understand at all. He was a boy after all.