Name: Alexandra Thornedale
Nickname: Alex
Attire: Backless white tank top, dark brown shorts, dark brown wedged sandals.
Weapons: None
Location: Vincent Johnson's Floating Safehouse.
Tagging: Vincent
(June 14, 2038; Later afternoon)
When Vincent left, Alex undressed herself and put her clothes down the laundry chute knowing that more than likely they'd be close to finished by the time she was done with her shower. She then turned on the water so that the filtering system would have a chance to start working and once the water was running, she quickly decided on what bath products to use and then began to adjust the water's temperature. The shower was absolutely lovely and more than anything she expected to have the luxury of being able to take once thrust into Miami prison earlier that day. But there she was. Oh how fortunate she'd been to have met her savior that rancid place earlier on she so carelessly and thoughtlessly had entered all because she hadn't known what to do or where to go upon arriving in the prison. She had been lucky to say the least.
After Alex finished washing and began to rinse, she smiled as she thought about putting on her clean clothes. It was like a dream. A good one. And she found herself eager to be back in the presence of Vincent once again as well. Finally, she turned off the water, feeling nice and clean and presentable. She stepped out of the shower and reached for one of the towels. It was soft and smelled nice. She dried her hair a bit first, wrapping it about her hair. She then reached for another towel and began to dry her body with it before wrapping it about her body. Biting down on her lip, she decided she would stick to her plan about going to her room to get dressed. She was curious to see it and thought it might be more comfortable waiting in there rather than the bathroom she was in.
Alex walked over to the intercom and pressed the button. "Please deliver my clothes to my room, thank you," she said politely. At that, she quietly pushed open the door and peered out. She didn't see anyone and quickly made her way to her room. Once there, she waited for her clothes. While she waited, she admired the room she was to stay in which was quite lovely indeed. She had expected to be sleeping on the streets and now she had a soft bed. It was more than she could ask for.
Just then, there was a knock the door. "Yes?" Alex asked. It was her clothes being delivered. She was amazed at how quickly and efficiently everything was run in the Safehouse. She retrieved her clothes and dressed herself, brushing out her hair with the hairbrush that happened to be there. Once fully ready, she made her way back to where she knew Vincent was waiting for her.
"Hello," Alex said as she approached Vincent. "I hope I didn't keep you waiting long." She sat down in the empty chair she knew was meant for her and smiled at him as she did so. "But hopefully I'm a bit more presentable now."