[center][h1][u] Irina Ivanov [/u][/h1]
Pool to Room 3 [/center]


Irina had remained silent after making her sarcastic comment towards what had happened regarding the girl and the pool. She had inwardly sighed and rolled her eyes slightly at the sound of the young girl snapping back and then trying to make amends. [i]'Some people just can't take a joke'[/i], thought Irina as she looked over at Arthur, who quickly cleaned up the situation. He was even kind enough to have attempted at making his mind more 'quiet', which pleased Irina tremendously, although she didn't let it show. She simply smiled at Arthur in a form of a thank you and let him go on his way. 

[i]'What a nice guy...'[/i] Irina had made a note of his min case of any future need of assistance. Maybe she'd need someone calm around her to keep her from going mad. 

Her attention was once again brought back to the other two girls that were there, whatever they had said had flown right over Irina's head and she now awkwardly moved around as she realized her skin had become sticky from the sweat. 

"Eating sounds like a good idea... See you all around." With a quick flash of her pearly whites, in an effort to seem friendly, Irina turned on her heel with no effort and made her way out of the pool room. [i]'These people can probably smell me by now'[/i]. Irina had made sure to quickly retreat to her room and shut the door before turning and digging through the dresser for something to wear. She didn't find just something though. She had found clothes that nearly matched everything she had back at home. "What the hell?" Her voice was quiet as she spoke to herself, letting her hands feel the fabric of the clothes before picking out a random black, long sleeved shirt and some light blue shorts, along with her under garments. 

The young woman had never been one to take long showers. Ten, sometimes fifteen minutes tops where the length of the showers and maybe five minutes more to brush her hair. Not being a fan of make up, she didn't need nearly half as much time as probably any other girl her age. So within ten minutes, she was out of the shower. Paranoia had also taken part in the reason that she pretty much hopped in and out. There surely had to be cameras everywhere. Even Abel had said so before the meeting. Irina couldn't stand the image of people watching her as she undress and showered, so she quickly dried herself and dressed in the clothes she has picked out. "Perverts," she muttered as she walked over to the vanity in her bathroom as she towel dryer her hair. 

"This is nice." Her attention and direction of thoughts had been completely changed after she ran her finger tips on the smooth white surface of the counter. She had never been somewhere so clean. So pristine. Every hotel and apartment she had found herself in was either moldy or had insects of some sort. Especially after her mother lost it all. It didn't do her well to dwell on these thoughts though. Irina quickly turned away from the direction her thoughts were once again headed in and she focused on brushing her damp curls thoroughly after brushing her teeth. 

What if these people [i]did[/i] mean well?

What if they actually wanted to help?

As Irina stared at her green eyes in the mirror, she couldn't help but not to think these things. In a way, she wanted to hope that it was true. 

She let out a loud, exasperated sigh as she set the brush down in its rightful place. She wanted to think more. To let everything sort of sit and simmer in her head, but as she began, her stomach began to growl enough to make her hand go up and touch it. She had been so caught up in the moment and stress of the situation that she had not stopped to think or ask how long she had been asleep for. When the last time she ate was. 

Another growl. 

Irina slightly groaned as she thought about heading out to the semi crowded rooms again. In her bathroom she had been fine. She has guessed that her ability must have suddenly "turned off" as she showered and relaxed. Still, she had to go if she wanted to shut her stomach up. So, begrudgingly, Irina walked out to the room and slipped into her maroon chucks before making her way out of there and into the hallway.