II Open starter - Armor II
All day long, Armor had heard them splashing around, stopping her from focusing on the utility belt she was fixing. “Bathday”. Urgh. Couldn’t her so called brothers at least be a little more silent? Of course, she had to go too. Her clay was starting to peel off from the dirt and sand mixed with it. and the sides of her skull needed to be shaved; The short fuzz on it was already bothering her when she tried to do her work.
But going to the baths.. Last moon, she had postponed it until the twilight set the wasteland on fire. At this moment, some boy, maybe one from her litter for what she remembered, had dragged her along, deaf to her protests. Armor was strong, but most people were stronger, another perk of being accepted on a vehicle as a lancer, of going to war. So he had almost thrown her into the bathing room, while a few others watched and cheered. Then, the boy had started to undress her. She was still calm at that moment, still asking him to stop, trying to make herself taller and her voice harsher, so he would listen. He was opening her pants and she still asked, trying to push him away. But then, his hands had ventured around her armor. Her first leather work, a piece dyed in black, thick and protecting, attached to her arm wherever she went. He had started undoing it, and Armor had snapped.
The boy ended in the pool, nose broken by a terrifying headbutt from the war not-boy, while the rest of them tried to stop Armor, screaming like a banshee, from drowning him. They had ran away after getting the hurt one back on his feet, at least leaning on one’s shoulder, leaving Armor panting, throat hurting. She had finished to undress, washed, shaved, and left. A quick processus, only machinal gestures she had to accomplish to please the V8 she could never honor on the Fury Road.
And during the whole day, nobody had came, leaving her at peace for once, put aside the annoying screams. But now, the idea of a bath, rubbing her skin clean and shaving this annoying fuzz started to sound pleasing. After gathering her tools and materials under the table of the workshop, Armor took the direction of the baths, sure at this time of the night nobody would wander around.