July 23/Mean Girls/PG-13/Closed

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Characters: Asuka Tomoe, Mayumi Yoshida, Hanako Kami, Ayame Natsuri, and possibly Ren Yukio.
Time: the beginning of lunch period.
Location: the girls' bathroom.

Asuka was going to throttle whoever decided to turn on the sprinklers while she was walking to class; her makeup had smeared and her hair was still pretty damp. Luckily, it was lunchtime, and she would have more than enough time to go into the bathroom and do some emergency repairs. Except, there were other girls inside, and for the most part Asuka hated other girls with a burning, unparalleled passion. She refused to go around looking like a drowned rat, though, not when there was still half a day of school left.

Steeling herself, Asuka had walked up to one of the mirrors and pulled out her on-the-go beauty kit. Judging by her reflection, nothing irreparable had happened. It took only a few minutes for her to finish the job, somehow managing to ignore the other girls that were just standing around, gossiping, or whatever they were in the bathroom for other than actually vacating their bowels.

And after a short while, Asuka looked as beautiful as she normally did. She rolled her eyes as she put her kit back together, quite proud of herself for staying in control. Still, they were being pretty fucking annoying, so her fingers gripped the doorknob a little tighter and she twisted it a little harder than she probably should have. And by a little, it meant a lot. Flinching, Asuka stepped away as part of the wood on the door splintered, the doorknob falling out of its slot and clattering to the floor. Well, she’d broken it. That was great.

“Fuck,” Asuka muttered under her breath, pushing and pulling the door in a vain attempt to get it to move. That sucked. That sucked ass. Checking her cell phone, she was loath to see that its battery decided to crap out on her the second her eyes saw that it had no service inside the room. Vexed, she kicked the door; it splintered a little, but gave no sign of giving way at all.

“Any of you have service?” Asuka asked, eyes narrowed at the other girls. She’d tried to reign in her temper, but she could tell that someone was going to get hurt at some point if they didn’t leave soon—and it sure as hell wasn’t going to be her.

[alyssa]

Glancing out of the cafeteria windows, Mayumi watched the sprinklers switch on and giggled a bit when students tried to dance around them yet still managed to get completely soaked.

As she reached for her bottled water, she felt her phone vibrate in the pocket of her blazer. Pulling it out, she realized the caller ID said 'Kaito' and jumped from the table, grabbing her bag but leaving everything else behind and fleeing to the bathroom.

Mayumi hadn't spoken to her brother in months and seeing his name pop up like that so suddenly broke her from rational thinking. The bathroom wasn't exactly the most ideal place to hold a conversation with a family member in a different country, she knew, but it hadn't dawned on her until she was already pressed against the wall furthest from the bathroom door with her phone open against her ear.

Only a few moments in to her conversation, the bathroom door swung open and in walked a few other girls, followed by a bluish-haired girl with running makeup.

Mayumi stifled a chuckle. The sprinklers had gotten her.

She continued her conversation, glancing at the girl a few more times as she touched up her makeup. When the girl turned to leave, her reach for the doorknob was followed by a crunch and something metal hitting the floor. Blinking, Mayumi peered around girl to see the doorknob and a few pieces of wood at her feet.

"Fuck," she muttered, trying to open the door. It didn't budge at all.

Mayumi quickly said goodbye to her brother and stowed her cellphone away again. The girl seemed to be growing angrier by the second as she kicked and pulled at the door. Then, whirling around to face Mayumi and the few other girls in the room.

“Any of you have service?”

Giving the girl a blank stare, Mayumi asked, "Did you just get us stuck in a room that smells like shit?"

[Hanako]

Hanako slipped her lace panties back on with a loud thwack! as they hit her hips after taking a piss. She kicked the handle of the toilet with her foot making it flush and undid the latch of the stall. There was a large mass of girls crowding around the sinks and no opening to them could be found. With a huff Hanako sauntered towards the mass and tapped one of the girls on the shoulder.

"Excuse me, you're kind of in the fucking way," she said coldly to one of the girls. Her polished nails grabbed onto the collar of the girl with a vice-like grip before pulling her away from the sink. She knocked surrounding girls away with her hips to make more room for herself. Slipping her hands into the water falling out of the facet Hanako checked her face and hair in the mirror.

There was a sudden clattering of metal hitting the ceramic floor and gasps from some of the surrounding girls. Following shortly afterwards there was the distinct sound of wood splitting. Hanako cocked her head in the direction with slight interest. She finished rinsing her hands as a loud voice echoed off of the walls.

"Any of you have service?" There was a quick reply.
"Did you just get us stuck in a room that smells like shit?"

They were stuck. At least that's what she heard. Hanako waltzed to the front of the crowd to get a better look at the situation. It was true. Luscious pink lips pursed in anger and her hands made their way to her hips.

"Way to fuck things up for all of us, damn bitch," Hanako growled. She sauntered back to the sink and placed herself on top of it like a queen. She crossed her legs and arms, her blue eyes narrowed into a glare at the girl in red glasses. Her foot tapped the air impatiently.

"So just how do you plan on getting us out of this shit situation, huh?"

[hannah]

"Excuse me, you're kind of in the fucking way," A rude voice spat from behind her. Taken aback by such behavior, Ayame raised her eyebrows and glared. She stepped away from the mirror, but was caught by the collar, and tossed aside. Reaching for her katana, she sneered, but regained composure.

"Who lit the fuse on her tampon?" she muttered to Mayumi, who stood beside her, staring coldly at yet another rude girl. "Mayu--" Ayame's gaze traced across the floor to the source of the metallic sound. It wasn't just a compact or a mirror falling; but the doorknob. Her eyes widened.

“Any of you have service?”

Service? Ayame didn't even have her phone on her.

"Oh, god damn it." she whispered, taking a closer look. The deadlatch was in its place, and the screw posts were on the outside. All they had was a stem and a severed knob. "Jesus Christ, how did you even do this?" she growled, turning to the dark-haired girl. Her face was serious, and so she decided not to question her further.

After a moment of thinking, she unsheathed her sword and started to fit the blade through the slot in the door. As she figured, it was too wide. Furrowing her brows, she mentally thought of the parts of a doorknob. What could they do to move the deadlock without a screw? It was impossible. They'd have to wait for someone to come back this way.

In a rage, she turned to the girl she just decided not to start anything with. "This is your fault. If you could have just opened the damn door like a normal person, we wouldn't be stuck here!"

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"Did you just get us stuck in a room that smells like shit?" asked the girl that had chuckled to herself upon seeing Asuka's drenched status - oh, she'd thought she was being subtle, but she'd noticed alright. Her face was unfamiliar, but her tone had been so bitchy that Asuka's temper hit a fever pitch.

Asuka was running through her long list of colourful insults when she was interrupted by another girl, one who had been pissing like an elephant in the stall. She recognized this one: her name was Hanako, and she was notorious for being a shameless, manipulative little trollop. "Way to fuck things up for all of us, damn bitch," the girl said, cleavage practically spilling out of her top. Her lips were around the same colour that you would find a the head of a penis, and Asuka's instincts told her that they'd been there, done that.

"Who lit the fuse on her tampon?" said a blonde girl who Asuka didn't recognize, but her comment gained her instant respect points. She'd have to use that one, next time it was relevant.

"So just how do you plan on getting us out of this shit situation, huh?" Jesus Christ, she needed to be knocked down a peg or two.

"It smells like shit," Asuka said, looking pointedly at the first girl before narrowing her eyes at Hanako. "because Hanako here finished giving birth to a child most certainly conceived out of wedlock right here in the sanctity of a toilet stall. How many times is this, now? Seven? I suppose it would have to be fairly common, since I'm sure you used the afterbirth to make your lips that atrocious colour." She rolled her eyes, considering giving the other girl the finger. "Now if you'd kindly pull your head out of your ass and help, instead of whining, that would be great."

"This is your fault. If you could have just opened the damn door like a normal person, we wouldn't be stuck here!" the girl's respect points went down the toilet as she snapped at Asuka, the bluish-haired girl's eyebrows twitching slightly as she tried to remain calm. "There's no use bitching about it now, is there?" Shoving the blonde girl off to the side - why did she have a sword on her, again? This was a performing arts school, for God's sakes - Asuka kicked the door again, creating a large dent with lots of splinters, but yielding no actual results. Great. This was just peachy.

[alyssa]

If she hadn't been in it herself, Mayumi would have actually found the girls' predicament amusing. But, taking in to account that she was very literally stuck in a bathroom, she found it hard to joke about it.

She was starving, and had really been looking forward to lunch that day. The smell of the bathroom was getting to her, though, and Mayumi no longer found herself hungry.

"It smells like shit," she said, emphasizing the last word and glaring back at Mayumi before her eyes moved to the gigantic-breasted girl sitting on the sink. "because Hanako here finished giving birth to a child most certainly conceived out of wedlock right here in the sanctity of a toilet stall. How many times is this, now? Seven?"

Mayumi glanced at the 'Hanako' girl, her lip curling up in disgust. She was practically everything Mayumi hated about the human race as a whole smashed into a single person. It felt absolutely gross to Mayumi to be merely looking at her, she couldn't bring herself to imagine what it would be like to close enough to touch her. She shuddered.

Then, watching as Ayame moved forward, unsheathing her katana and trying to wedge the door open, Mayumi pressed her back against the door and folded her arms, pouting. She narrowed her eyes at the bluish-haired girl that had trapped them in the room.

A second later, she shoved Ayame out of the way angrily. Mayumi pushed herself up from the fall and was halfway across the room before she knew what she was doing.

"Hey, what the fuck?!" she shouted, "Ayame, was trying to help, you bitch. This is your fault, anyway, so don't take it out on her."

[Hanako]

The school had cranked up the heat due to the chilly weather that was coming in and it wasn't helping a bit in the confined space that was filled with girls. Angry, scared, confused girls at that. Hanako had even unbuttoned her top even more than usual due to it. If she shifted into the right position one could sneak a peek at her black lace bra that poked out.

She waved her hand in front of her face to keep many things away. The smell, the heat, her building annoyance and boredom. However her attention was called back when she heard insults being hurled her way from the very girl that had gotten them in this situation. Heads snapped towards her. Hanako placed a hand to her mouth in mock horror.

"Oh my! Are you talking about me? And giving birth?" she cried out. A sly smirk proceeded to spread out across her face. "Darling, please. It is really fucking precious that you think that I could keep up my figure after having seven damn births, but for fuck's sake, you shouldn't be taking your goddamn jealousy and rage out on me in the form of shitty insults when you're the one that got us into this shit-ass situation."

Her foot began tapping impatiently again as a familiar blonde haired girl stepped up to the door and tried to unlatch it with her...katana? The sword reminded Hanako of a guy she had banged long ago that had a katana collection. How could she ever forget him when he had almost cut off his dick and sliced Hanako's throat open when he tried to impress her with his "skills".

The girl with sword had yelled her agreement with Hanako, whether she knew it or not, only to get pushed to the side by the girl in glasses. Then the dark haired girl who had been the first to comment on the situation came to her defense.

"There's no use bitching about it now, is there?" the glasses girl had snapped back.

Hanako rolled her eyes up to the ceiling, to her dismay, agreeing with the girl. She had been in too many cat/girl/slut/skank/bitch fights in her life to get herself worked up over this right now. Unfortunately, or fortunately, Hanako had actually been placed into situations like this a few times and tried to re-call how she had gotten the door to work.

[hannah]

Ayame backed up against the wall and pulled Mayumi to her side, trying to keep her out of more trouble than she'd already yelled herself into. She rolled her eyes; at the situation, at this angry dark-haired girl that got them INTO the situation, and the fact that she was completely useless. There had to be some way out of there other than the door, considering it was far too thick for her to cut through. Of all the predicaments she'd gotten herself into, this one was more unique any other.

Sighing angrily, she took off her blazer and set it on the ledge of the sink, and fanned herself with a class folder. It was getting warmer and warmer by the second with the door shut. She turned her head to look at the back wall. "Hey wait..." she began, starting to walk back. "There's a window." She pointed to the top of the wall right by the ceiling. It was high up and it wasn't very big, but there it was. Unfortunately, it was incredibly small, but it was wide enough for someone with a petite build to get through.

Looking around at each of them, she tried to rule out which ones wouldn't be able to get through. That gutter slut's jugs were worlds too big to fit through, and the pugnacious bitch who got them into the mess was probably too tall. Mayumi was only 5'4", and she was only a couple inches shorter. It was down to either of them, but the other two probably wouldn't trust them to go through and open the doors. But still...that was their only chance.

She turned around hesitantly. "Does anyone want to give me a boost here?" she asked, setting her sword on the floor. She rolled up her sleeves and looked at them expectantly, a bit intimidated. "Well?"

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Hanako's response had been far more infuriating than anything Asuka could have expected; this one knew what she was doing, and without even trying, she had managed to get under her skin. There was nothing Asuka hated more than people that could make her feel this way - everything about this chick sickened her to the point where her ire was focused fully upon her. Asuka was shaking, trying to keep herself from flying off the wall and uppercutting the bitch right there, right away.

Not yet, Asuka told herself, watching as the dark-haired girl from before flipped shit and came after her. They were obviously friends, judging by the way the blonde one had kept the taller one from doing anything she'd regret. They feared her, it was obvious; but the desire to rip either of them apart was essentially gone. While the blonde one made faces at the small window - small enough that only two of them could fit through it - Asuka turned back to Hanako, fire in her eyes.

"Jealous of what? Your tits?" Asuka pulled a container of lip gloss from her skirt pocket, applying it to her mouth with an expression of utter disinterest. "Sure, men want them now, but sixty years later you won't be able to take a step without tripping over them. Of course, that's only if you can make it past the age of twenty without dying a semen-covered death in the basement of some bar. A big if, at that."

Asuka could have elaborated - gone on for hours - but was interrupted by the blonde girl with the katana; she'd come up with an idea to get them out, but the window was up too high for either of them to reach it on their own. They'd need someone taller, and she was the tallest girl in the room. "...fine," Asuka said, walking up underneath the window, kneeling with her hands together. She was capable of breaking the door down, if she had enough anger to fuel her, but once she'd gotten to that point the door would be the last thing she'd pummel. "One of you, hop up. Haven't got all day."

[alyssa]

Mayumi watched the bluish-haired girl stalk toward the small window, obviously not impressed with Ayame's idea. She huffed lightly, kneeling down and clasping her hands together, ignoring Hanako now and sending Mayumi and Ayame an expectant glare.

"One of you, hop up. Haven't got all day." she told them.

Oh.

There was no way Mayumi was going to voluntarily place herself in that girl's hands - no way. She hated admitting it (and wouldn't out loud) but the girl wearing red-rimmed glasses frightened her a little bit. She'd broken a door accidentally, for Christ sake! Mayumi figured that was a good enough reason to be frightened.

I don't care how strong she is or how hot it's becoming in here, I'm not shimmying out of a window using only her as support.

She nudged Ayame forward a little bit, giving her friend an apologetic look that she wasn't sure the blonde had seen. Mayumi loved confrontation, just not when it became physical - the scrawny girl couldn't fight if her life depended on it. Thankfully, though, in all of the arguments she'd been in in her life, Mayumi had reduced the other person to tears before they had a chance to swing at her.

"Sorry ladies, but I'm going to sit this one out." Mayumi said, crossing her arms over her chest and leaning against the wall. "Besides, I'm sure the second I stepped up there, I'd be hurled out of the window or have my ankle crushed."

None of what she was saying was making the situation any better for herself, and she honestly wished she could just keep her mouth shut for once. She also couldn't possibly be making the task any easier for her friend, and Mayumi realized that she'd probably never hear the end of it for chickening out like she had.

[hannah]

"One of you, hop up. Haven't got all day."

Ayame gulped and looked towards Mayumi. She knew she was capable of climbing up, but this girl terrified her. After all, she did break the doorknob with her bare hands. Who knew what else she could just snap.

"Sorry ladies, but I'm going to sit this one out." Mayumi said, crossing her arms over her chest and leaning against the wall. "Besides, I'm sure the second I stepped up there, I'd be hurled out of the window or have my ankle crushed."

Taking a deep breath, Ayame took a step forward. "Alright then." she sighed apprehensively. She looked at the dark haired girl unsurely one last time, and climbed into her hand. Shaking nervously, she reached up and gripped the window frame, and pulled herself up. Grinding her teeth, she clawed at the latch carelessly. After what felt like forever, something clicked, and the window opened outward.

It was a tight squeeze, but she was able to fit through. Exhausted, she stood with wobbling legs, and turned back around to face them. "Who should I go to for this?" she asked them. The janitors couldn't fix this, could they?