[There's the sensation of liquid surrounding her, she can't scream, here comes the shock--
The blue liquid is drained and she's dumped on the floor. Her fingers slip on the floor as she tries to stand, tries to get herself ready for an attack... she sits on the floor with a growl, shaking everywhere. It's all she can do to make herself stay there because she feels sick and not right and cornered.]
b. lockers
[When she finally is able to get up off the floor and towel off the blue stuff, she goes over to the lockers, giving the showers an angry glance. All else is forgotten when she opens the locker with her number and takes out the axes- two good, Capitol-made axes- and holds them in her hands. Her fingers tighten around the base and she gives them a feral grin.
She checks out the device for a few minutes, but it only says one thing. To hell with that. She wasn't going to take shit, especially not a lift. Ladies and gentlemen, let the Seventy-fifth Hunger Games begin!
She looks at the outfit, but she's wants to be intimidating. She doesn't want to be a piece in this game. She sits cross-legged in front of her locker, device, outfit, and one axe sitting next to her while she picks at the her other axe, trying to shine it up.]
[ooc: It's worth noting that Johanna has a shaved head and smells really bad. ota!]
Johanna Mason | OTA
[There's the sensation of liquid surrounding her, she can't scream, here comes the shock--
The blue liquid is drained and she's dumped on the floor. Her fingers slip on the floor as she tries to stand, tries to get herself ready for an attack... she sits on the floor with a growl, shaking everywhere. It's all she can do to make herself stay there because she feels sick and not right and cornered.]
b. lockers
[When she finally is able to get up off the floor and towel off the blue stuff, she goes over to the lockers, giving the showers an angry glance. All else is forgotten when she opens the locker with her number and takes out the axes- two good, Capitol-made axes- and holds them in her hands. Her fingers tighten around the base and she gives them a feral grin.
She checks out the device for a few minutes, but it only says one thing. To hell with that. She wasn't going to take shit, especially not a lift. Ladies and gentlemen, let the Seventy-fifth Hunger Games begin!
She looks at the outfit, but she's wants to be intimidating. She doesn't want to be a piece in this game. She sits cross-legged in front of her locker, device, outfit, and one axe sitting next to her while she picks at the her other axe, trying to shine it up.]
[ooc: It's worth noting that Johanna has a shaved head and smells really bad. ota!]