look away ;; [ p ]

[serge]

Round and round the clothes went, Nathaniel's eyes following their circular movement when randomly the machine halted and the clothes fell still. A slight frown fell over his face and he eyed the dryer curiously; his time should not have been up. He put more than a handful of quarters into the blasted thing. His clothes could have spin for a good ten hours! This was not acceptable. Slipping from the folding table, which he had used for sitting purposes, Nathaniel scooted toward the dryer. His eyes narrowed into a glare and he pointed an accusing finger at the machine. “Spin! Do the drying!” Nothing, which he expected, but he couldn't help but feel a tremble of disappointment undulate down him. Frown faded into a pout as the sandy-blonde haired man placed a hand on the dryer. The glass was still warm, mocking him and teasing at him as he glanced inside the metal cage where his damp clothes lay limp and un-tumbling. “C'mon,” He purred, moving his hand in a petting motion as he stroked the glass, “Who's a good dryer? You're a good dryer!” Nothing, again. Nathaniel eyed his moist clothes; all of his clothes.

Being single and a man left him, regularly, without clean clothes. As it was the simple white t-shirt he donned was being worn for the third time, and his jeans a second. The only clean part of his wardrobe was his socks, which were only clean because he had bought them only a few hours before deciding it was time to wash his clothes. Nathaniel let out a sigh as he stared, longingly, at his clothes. All he wanted was dry, clean clothes. Why was that so difficult?

“Watching anything good?” The gentle voice broke through his thought and he jumped, tearing his gaze from his damp clothes to a smiling, red-haired women. With dazzling green eyes and a chest that would make any man happy, Nathaniel had no problem giving her his unwavering attention. How he had not noticed her before was beyond him. She smelled exquisite, and dare he say delicious? His mouth watered slightly but he swallowed the rising saliva. No. The pretty girl was not food. He would not eat her, he would not; Siren his body may be, but Siren his mind was not.

“Afraid not. It broke.” He dared a glare at the machine before turning his eyes hungrily back to the red-haired woman. His eyes dropped to her chest, though not because he was any sort of pervert. He could hear it, her heart, beating just behind the fragile, ivory cage; he could hear the blood raging in her veins, like a grand river whose water called to him to wet his mouth. Nathaniel swallowed. No. He forced a smile and bit at his lip, struggling now to look at the desirable creature before him. “Do.. you have any quarters?” Why, oh why did he have to be hungry?

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[billie]

Yes even Billie, one of those rouge hunters did do washing, when she needed to. Most of the time, she would just go to the old mall and find some new clothes, but at the present time she was far too lazy and wasn't in the mood to fight off some sort of creature that wanted her dead, even if it was pretty much her day to day life. So today she decided that she was just going to wash the things that she had, which was only two tee shirts, a thin hoodie, a pair of jeans and a pair of track pants. Plus she had what she was wearing, but that was somewhat clean and could wait until next time, or until she decided to go to the old mall and finds something to replace it.

As she approached the laundromat she heard voices and slowed her pace, she was walking at a rather fast pace before so to get there quickly so she could be gone quickly as well. As Billie got to the door, she stopped and looked around, only to make sure that she was going to be okay and there wasn't something to kill her there. Sometimes she was far to careful. A gasp almost escaped her lips when she saw what she did. There was a siren there, moving in on a red-haired girl. This made her somewhat angry, seeing this siren moving on for the kill, because that's what they did, she found sirens filthy and revolting and she hated them almost as much as she did vampires, since they were rather similar.

She sighed a little as she thought about what she was going to do about it, since it was her duty and all. She knew that she would have to hurry up and make a decision or the pretty girl would be gone and she would have failed at protecting her. So without further thought she rounded the corner with her gun in her hand and pointed right at the siren in front of her. "Don't even think about it, get away from her now!" Billie ordered, somewhat yelling at the filth in front of her.