Alice turned the faucet to cold - towards the blue line circling the faucet - the steam escaping her naked body. Her fingers combed her hair, which was as tangled as seaweed. Her other arm, unoccupied, was closed and sitting comfortably on her chest, warm against the lowering temperature of her body. She moved her hand on top of her heart, feeling the steady beat of her heart and the warm blood pulsing through her body. The steam wafted out of the shower and into the bathroom, clouding the mirrors. Turning around, Alice opened the door briefly, as to not let water flow out, and grabbed her hairbrush. Slicking back her hair with conditioner, she let the soapy substance flow out of her hair as the water hit it, cascading down her hair and onto her shoulders, and finally to the floor, with a faint trickle and thud. Alice clasped her hand around the end of the hairbrush, holding it aloft above her brown mess of hair. Slowly, but steadily, she ran the hairbrush through her tangled hair, watching as the tangles disappeared and the remains of the conditioner poured out onto the shower floor. Smiling; comforted by the cold water hitting her body, Alice turned off the faucet and slowly opened the door. She placed her hairbrush onto the counter, white and stainless, kept clean by Alice's will. The fog on the mirrors hit her eyes, as she hurried to cover them with her hand. She grasped uselessly for her towel, as white as the counter, but with an intricate design on the sides, colored gold and purple. Finally finding it, she snatched it off the shelf and unfolded it, practically dragging it into the shower. However, she made sure that it did not get wet.
Alice wrapped the towel around her hair, playing with it so the hair could get a bit drier. Then she unwrapped it, once more wrapping it - except this time around her body. She stepped out of the shower and onto the rug, her body refreshed and replenished from the shower. Breathing in the cool air, Alice sighed and walked to the mirror. Her reflection was clouded by the steam, so she wiped it away with a brief gesture of her hand, sliding across the surface of the mirror. She smiled, checking her teeth. Her teeth, as always, were white and glistening, her hair was brown and somewhat messy - although it looked alright - her eyes were the same brown as ever. Her skin was a fair tone, because she was quite pale since she came from England. And, anyways, the beach was not her favorite hangout spot. Alice sighed, her breath creating another cloud of some substance, clouding the space that had been wiped by her hand. Alice ran her hand through her curls, turning off the light in the bathroom. She opened the door to the rest of her dorm, stepping out of it slowly - almost cautiously, although her steps showed her familiarity with this place - hers, and Marisol's, and Zeph's, dorm.. She shut the door firmly behind her.
Alice walked across the soft rug of the living room, the decor done mostly by Zeph herself. Alice was not really into that thing - she did not know if Zeph was, either - but she had helped a considerable amount. Her job, though, was mainly to keep their dorm clean. She was, after all, a perfectionist and a neat freak. Her roommates didn't mind, at least not much. At least that's what she thought. Alice wondered for a second what would happen to this dorm if she wasn't there. Well, it would probably stay in shape. Zeph and Marisol weren't exactly rats - they lived considerably well themselves.
Alice walked through the living room, not even casting an eye at the furniture around her. She walked directly to her room. Once she got there, she pushed open the window with all her effort. Really, their whole dorm was almost futuristic, but the windows were not. They were such a hassle it was almost unbearable. But not quite. Alice walked to her drawer, picking out a pair of panties and a bra. Slipping both on, she wrapped her towel once more around her body, straying over to her wardrobe, contemplating the vast number of outfits. Her fingers were itching to pick out an outfit, and she was about to fulfill that desire, but to her dismay, the bell rang. If it was Zeph or Marisol she knew that they would get considerably mad at her, so she decided to not take any chances. Padding out of her room, she walked through the various rooms in their dorm and seconds later arrived at her destination, the front door.
Alice peeked through the eyehole, and to her relief she saw a head, not an invisible presence. With a click the door was open, but nobody was there. Looking around the corner, Alice sighed and closed the door once more, not caring about locking it. She backed into the wall across from the front door, sliding down against it. She was tired. Yesterday had really done a number on her. Closing her eyes for a brief moment, she let herself dangle uselessly. She wasn't exactly sitting, but she was halfway there. It should have been uncomfortable, but strangely, it was the exact opposite.