Hitting the Showers...and other things... (For killcarrion)

Ah, the hot shower after an even hotter workout. A time-honored, Blossom tradition.

Blossom had to admit to herself, as the water cascaded all around her little body, that this was going a lot better than she planned - the AFW in general had been quite welcoming. She'd made a few friends. The audience seemed to take to her. And while her second match had been a royal pain in what little behind she had, at least she squeezed out a win for her troubles, putting her on an even keel with her record. There seemed to be a lot of good people here, and she looked forward to taking them all on - and possibly beating them. Eyes on the prize - Summer Splash? Maybe. Maybe.

Feeling thorough relaxed, she popped out of the shower and wrapped her towels around her chest, grabbing her iPod from a nearby seat and dancing to the smooth sounds of Bob Marley. "I shot the sheriff...but I swear it was in self defense..."

She swayed and sashayed over to her locking, pulling out the gym bag and preparing to get dressed and head home for the day - then come back for another day of craziness.

She loved this job. Really.

Blossomâ€s approach to the swinging exit doors would be halted when a brief flash of light would catch the corner of her eye. Looking to her left she will notice a flashing fluorescent light in the deepest corner of the cavernous locker room, below which would be a single figure sitting on the bench with a leg on each side and her back to Blossom. It was obvious the person desired solitude having picked a locker so far out of the way, but her identity would be hard to mask as she raised her head to reveal an adorable set of bunny ears…

With her gym bag in front of her, D.B. was just now packing up her things after an extensive workout and washing up, keeping the promise she made to herself after her last match to increase her training regimen. Dressed in a tight pair of black denim shorts along with black sneakers with purple shoelaces, her dark purple tank top was fashioned with a skull and crossbones symbol on her chest though using a rabbit skull in place of a human one. Much rather preferring a few quick spars in place of a workout, Bunny found it somewhat difficult to find a training partner, most requests usually being met with a hastened retreat to the exit. *Hmm…..So strange. Iâ€ve only threatened to kill two or three people since Iâ€ve been here. Word travels fast I suppose.*

She would continue to pack her bag in an orderly fashion, being somewhat of a neat freak. *Towels…..Ipod……swimsuit…..weight gloves…..* While ruffling through her bag she would feel something small and fuzzy. Pulling it out would expose a small, brown rabbit plushy with green eyes that was no bigger than D.B.â€s hand. *Oh…..must have fallen into my bag back home* Thinking she was totally and utterly alone, a small heartfelt smile will spread across D.B.s face as she rubbed the rabbits furry head with her index finger, lost in the cuteness of the little critter and being in a rare state of peace of mind…

Huh, that was weird - Blossom thought she had the showers all to herself, but apparently she was sharing and didn't even realize it. Who could it be, who could it be, who could it be...she'd set up so far out of the way, it was no wonder Blossom missed her, whoever she was.

She inched her way over and peeked around the cornere, and immediately knew who it was - or, at least, she had a pretty good idea. If this had been the US, the bunny ears would have been a dead giveaway, but for some reason that sort of thing was a lot more common around here.

But the hair was the clincher - it was Death Bunny, all right - looked like she was getting ready to head out, too, and probably completely unaware that she was alone.

Perfect!

Blossom started to creep up behind her, looking to grab her from behind and give her a little scare - something they would laugh about, have a good joke over. Or something Death Bunny would piledrive her for, maybe, but she was fairly sure she'd be cool with it. Fairly. It was just too good an opportunity to pass up, couldn't be avoided.

Of course, that was quickly forgotten when the plushy came out. "Oh my god, that's so CUTE!" She chirped and popped up from behind Death Bunny, trying to get a better look.

DB had her eyes transfixed to her furry friend and would answer Blossom casually without even turning her head.

*giggle*...."I know, right? I named him George, after that book Of Mice And Me-......... " title="Shocked" /> ......... " title="Evil or Very Mad" /> "

Her child like wonder would dissipate into piping hot bunny rage as she sprang from her seat with lighting speed and clasped one hand around Blossoms neck, lifting her at least 3 feet into the air and dropping poor George on the floor in the process!

"WHY YOU!!!" There would be fireballs of death in Bunnys eyes as she reared back her other hand into a fist to send this poor soul flying through the locker room and possibly into the next room, until she realized she recognized the girl struggling to breath before her. Her rage subsided slightly and her heart beat lowered substantially as she scratched her cheek in a quizzical fashion. "Wait...I know you...what was your name again....Bubbles?....Buttercup?....Butter....Bubb....Blob....Blossom?....Blossom!!"

Upon guessing correctly DB will release her.....whatever she is to D.B......as she dropped to the ground ungracefully.

"What do YOU want?" DB would say with her arms folded in front of her chest, having regained her trademark scowl.

Getting choked and tossed around by Death Bunny. Brought back memories.

Blossom fell to the floor, coughing up a storm as she rubbed her neck - she forgot just how rough Death Bunny liked to play. But she hadn't punched Blossom in the face, so she felt like their relationship was improving!

"Umm..." She thought about it for a moment. "World peace, a cure for AIDS, the complete Breaking Bad box set, and maybe a dollar for the soda machine."

Yeah...yeah, that about covered it.

She bent down and picked up George - poor George, getting dropped like that on the cold, hard floor. She nuzzled him a bit, the big softy, before handing him over to his owner. "But yeah! I'm Blossom, right on the third guess. Also, didn't peg you for a PPG fan, nice."

Bunnys right eye would twitch in annoyance due to Blossoms unconventional responses to her conventional question. Memories of her match with Blossom would all start to come back, the cutesy attitude, the hyperactive positivity.....maybe she SHOULD have just punched her when she had the chance.....Nah, she hadn't done anything to deserve it besides sneaking up on DB. But the night was still young...

*sigh*...."If I gave you the dollar, would you go away?" Bunny asked with all sincerity. DB's cheeks would flash a very light red as she did think that seeing Blossom cuddle up to George after picking him up off the floor was a tad cute....George that is.....was the one that looked cute.

Bunny would gently take back her fallen furry friend, methodically and with great care wiping off any dirt or smudge, which would be an odd sight as this loving action was done by a woman with such a grim visage. "PPG?.....N-never heard of it......*cough*" Bunny's obviously forced cough into her hand was a poor attempt to change the subject and properly set up her defenses again. Blossom seemingly had this knack for slipping past Bunny's walls and barriers to see things Bunny tried to keep hidden. She'd have to work on that...

Turning to see her gym bag had also been knocked over in the fracas, Bunny will pick up her bag and place it in front her, sitting in the same position before she was rudely interrupted, this time facing Blossom.

"I thought I made myself perfectly clear at the end of our last match that I wanted to be left ALONE..."she said in a grumpy voice as she bent to her sides to pick up all her gym equipment, placing George in a separate and secure inner pocket.

"I would leave, yes - only to return with a packet of Oreos, which I'd share with you."

Blossom kept her eyes focused on the plushy as he was cleaned up - he reminded her of Tabitha, a big stuffed bear she used to have that was almost her size. All the fun she had, pretending they were wrestling on the bed - he'd even managed to pin her a few times. Good memories.

She caught the cough and smiled, lighting up as Death Bunny darkened - perfect inversion. Closet Powerpuff fan, should have called it. "And, um...well, I remember you saying something about me being...sugar in your coffee? Or something. But not that exactly, no."

She tightened up the towel around her chest and bent down, poking the pocket that George was hiding in. "So - where'd you get him from, huh?"

"No, I said you were too MUCH sug-....the way you say it it sounds like!!.....never mind." By this point Bunny had resigned herself to her fate, this girl was not going to leave her alone no matter what she said. Mere minutes ago Bunny was strangling this girl but she still stuck to her like crazy glue and wasn't even mad about it. She wasn't intimidated by DB in the slightest, which either speaks to her bravery or her lack of basic survival instincts....DB could easily guess which one it was. Bunny would just placate her until she was ready to leave...no big deal.

"Hmm....George? He was a.....*nngh*......a gift. From an old friend." Bunny would grunt slightly in pain and hold her head, images of her old home flashing in her mind. Thinking of her past was always an uncomfortable experience, best to keep it behind her, where it belongs.

After rubbing the side of her temple, Bunny will raise her head only to have her eyes meet Blossom's soaking wet cleavage less than a foot in front her, the red flash on Bunny's cheeks briefly returning. With an even more grim look as Blossom was dripping water into her bag, Bunny will flick her on her head and say "Shouldn't you go finish drying off and change already?"

"Ow." She rubbed the spot where Death Bunny hit. The girl had a mean thwip. "Oh, right clothes. Un momento."

She backed off and moved around the corner, coming back a few seconds later with her own gym bag and stuff, setting it down as she changed - starting with putting her trademark leg warmers on. At least, she imagined they were trademarked. In all fairness, she'd seen a couple fans wearing them around the ring, so she thought she was setting a little trend. Maybe.

"So, how've things been going for you?" She plopped down and started putting them on, leg by leg. "You have any good matches since we went at it? Haven't gotten around to making my DVR record the show, just yet."

Bunny considered making a break for it when Blossom scampered back to get her clothes, but that would be petty and dishonorable. Blossom hadn't really done anything to deserve that, plus it WAS relaxing to actually have a conversation with a fellow wrestler again....and besides Blossom ran back way too fast for Bunny to make her escape.

"Pretty sluggish, if you must know. The officials here are having a hard time getting me matches, something about how theirs a rumor going around that I bury my opponents alive the next day if I win OR lose to them. Hmph.....[size=85:2e4id9w8]havn't done that in months....." Bunny would grumble the last part under her breath, starting to pack more angrily as a result of her frustration.

"I did catch your match with Jamie Valentine though. An amateur like that shouldn't have given you that much of a hard time, it looked like a vaudeville act."

"Still though, it appears as if you're the newest sensation around here. I think I saw one of the vendors selling leg warmers...."