[color=fff200][b][h2] Griff [/h2][/b][/color]

[color=fff200][i]Man on a mission.[/i][/color]

The blond warrior's brain was going full speed ahead, he had to come up with a plan, a master plan. The doors to the individual showers had it's glass be made in some material which made it all seem foggy. [color=fff200][i]'Shoddy Terra-mian creation no doubt… allright that should give me some cover. But my muscular body and wide shoulders! They will be able to tell for sure! Think Griff! Think!'[/i][/color] He tapped his forehead in thought until he felt a sense of enlightenment hit him, if he turned slightly he could make himself only viewed in profile. That way they wouldn't be able to see how broad his shoulders were. And with his somewhat shoulderlong hair, he could definitely blend in like a sneaky cuttlefish. For a moment the physical training junkie felt like he could tackle the world with his head alone. A headbutt was a classy if painful move. Thank goodness he had trained years to make sure his head could take it.

Then he looked down his own body. [color=fff200][i]'Ah shit! I totally forgot about that!'[/i][/color] Dread overtook him. His masterfully crafted plan to simply turn his body slightly to put himself in profile view wasn't waterproof. He still had his shampoo bottle, he held it into one of his hands, making sure the shadowy shape seen through his shower stall was making it appear as if he was constantly holding it in his left hand. [color=fff200][i]'I knew I should have gotten a bigger bottle!'[/i][/color] He lamented as he took his disguise, seeing two silhuettes pass by his stall and enter the adjacent ones.

Then came the giggles and the gossip.

[color=fff200][i]'Stop! Stop talking about magazines about make-up! Stupid dresses! Ahhh! Griff! Focus on the martial kings of past! Block out all sounds! I am not listening!'[/i][/color] He closed his eyes and looked upwards, causing the water from the shower head to fall right down into his nose, causing him to cough. That causes immediately silence from the other two stalls.

[b]"Whose there?"[/b]

[color=fff200][b]"Ah... I mean- It's Emira, I am totally sick.. sorry. Aha hah!"[/b][/color] He said in the lightest way he could make his voice and coughed softly into his hand. [color=fff200][i]'Shit! That was close as hell! Dodged an uppercut right there! Brilliant dodging man!'[/i][/color] His eyes glimmered and sparkled, he could hear one of the women on the other side of the thin wall.

[b]"Oh! Right! Emira? You do sound really awful!"[/b] The first of them said in a tone which made the blond grab his chest with his free hand before it tightened into a fist. [color=fff200][i]'Why you little featherweight-'[/i][/color] He mentally lashed out in irritation, his left hand squeezed together really hard as he raised both arms up abit. The ray of shampoo came flying through the air like a very dangerous projectile. He had headshotted himself with his bottle. [color=fff200][b]"Ah!"[/b][/color] He called out as he felt the sting in his eyes, dropping the bottle which slid right under his side of the stand into one of the adjacent ones. He bent down to pick it up quickly, hitting his head into the stall as his foot slipped from all the excess shampoo having fallen down his muscular form. 

[color=fff200][i]'Aooow! Fuc- Fuckin' shit! My eyes! My head! My knee! Uh oh..'[/i][/color] His eyes flickered open as the water cleared them of the shampoo, the person in the other stall was holding her hand under the stall into his with his shampoo bottle. 

[b]"Are you okay?! Did you fall?"[/b] The same voice again. Yep. That was definitely not a guy.

[color=fff200][b]"Aha! Oh yeah- I- I just s-slipped! How clumsy of me!"[/b][/color] He did his best to alter his voice, even as he felt like dying inside, reaching down to take the bottle from the hand. "Thanks!" He said in his usual voice. Then panicked and softly coughed [color=fff200][b]"Thankies! Hihi."[/b][/color] He quickly added and then pressed his face against the non glass wall.[color=fff200][i] 'Kill me now. This can't get any worse than this...'[/i][/color] He cursed in his own head.

Then it happened.

[b]"Do you need help with washing your back?"[/b] The voice was heard again from the other side of the wall.

[color=fff200][i]'Idiot! Who the hell needs help with that! Stupid! I am a warrior damn you! Don't put me into the same class as those damn civilians!'[/i][/color] He mentally recoiled and tightened his hand into a fist as if he wanted to punch something. But then he realized he had to answer.[color=fff200][b] "Aha no no! I am all-rightie! Aha!"[/b][/color] He said and did his best to giggle and then dragged his hand down from his forehead down his face. [color=fff200][i]'Besides... my back would require at least two of those small featherweights to soap up. Oh yeah! Look at those back abs!'[/i][/color] He suddenly felt a surge of hope, where did it come from? He had no idea, but the two women in the stalls were seemingly done and were leaving.

[color=fff200][i]'About damn time! Just how much things do they have to soap in?! Ehh... I need to get out of here.'[/i][/color] He carefully opened the glass door and peeked outside, his blonde hair slightly over his face, he scurried over to his towel. They had not stolen it. At least they were no thieves. He really hated cowardly thieves. He recall hearing about Terrainian's stuffing stuff under their wings in the stores. Those pesky little thieves. How in the world...s.... could he trust one of those? They were sneaky and underhanded. I mean, how could those guys with the anti-alien signs have gotten it wrong? They looked just like him, but less beefy, and less of alot. Well... at least they were human.

The blond wrapped the towel around his waist and walked out into the locker room, the two adversaries of the female kind had seemingly left. The coast was clear. [color=fff200][i]'Why is it called that? Since when have any coast been clear? There's shells and sand all over the place if one is to trust the pictures.'[/i][/color] He thought to himself, maybe someday he would get to know the truth himself by seeing the ocean... well... any ocean. For now looking at the water in a bathtub with a rubber duck would have to suffice.

He was about to reach for his bag when he heard the door being opened again.

[color=fff200][i]'SHIT!'[/i][/color] He moved and pressed himself into a locker meant for storing mops and cleaning tools, he watched as a short young woman moved back into the lockerroom to take her bag that she seemed to have forgotten before leaving, she took the green bag and headed back outside. The blond young man sighed of relief and went out of the closet. The locker. Whatever.

He scurried over to his bag. Those damn girls had moved it. Well at least they didn't look inside. "That was close." He said and exhaled, opening the bag.

[color=fff200][b]"Eh?"[/b][/color] He pulled out what he could only describe to be looking like a double slingshot, a pair of shorts which seemed to have shrunk… and changed colour… and... [color=fff200][i]'What the devil is thi- Oh craaaaaap-'[/i][/color] He grabbed unto his hair and pulled with both hands, he had been bamboozled, he had been robbed. Those girls had made off with his bag and left their own. How could this happen? He wasn't some dumb guy! This was like one of those shows he hated where the guy was dense as a brick and some girls were always picking on him, despite clearly not knowing anything about weightlifting! He looked at the clothing left behind. If he would remain the girls would return with his bag... or worse yet return without it and with it the Lieutenant.

There was a name for a situation like this. He had heard about it before. This was what it meant to be.

Fucked.

He sighed and took out the shirt and whatever else he could find. [color=fff200][i]'Come of Griff! Dignity is within. Focus! See it as a mountain you must climb to reach elevated kung-fu mastership.'[/i][/color] He mentally chanted as he began to dress... as well as he could.

Well at least the clothes smelled better than his. Some girls just got ripped off. With that knowledge he allowed himself a victory chuckle.