Navy - - Armored Skin - - Location: Cottage - - Tags:
Navy pushed the door open that lead inside of her room. The smell was surprisingly
home-y and almost resembled that of her first apartment, consisting of a ‘clean linen’ scented cleaner and the odor of new furniture. She made a bee line for the bathroom and was careful not to touch anything with her muddy hands. The shower enveloped her in a warm, liquid blanket as the brown mud swirled down the drain. She spent several minutes scrubbing each body part and section of hair in a soap that lathered with the rich smell of gardenias.
Once Navy was finally free from the mud and residue of rain, she discovered three drawers and a small closet stocked with clothes. Her hands quickly plucked white jean shorts from the middle drawer and a maroon tank top from the closet. She was nearly headed out the door before she realized that she had bare feet, so she dug through a large plastic container in the bottom of her closet and decided that some simple leather sandals would be fine. The door clicked shut behind her as she stepped outside and onto the sidewalk. Navy casually strolled down the sidewalk and stopped two doors down from the door that Monroe had walked toward where she leaned against the building, patiently waiting.