Cheyanne almost went out to get new clothes again, but went against it. You tended to get people's attention when you were covered with blood. Getting rid of the blood meant taking a shower, which meant going home. Unless she decided to "borrow" someone random person's bathroom for a few minutes...<br/><br/>"Going to take a shower, I'll see if I can catch up!" Cheyanne told her older sister as she dashed inside an open window. Thank goodness there was no one in the room she had jumped into. It looked like she was in the living room, and the open door with all the tiles should be the bathroom. Making her way to what she figured was the bathroom, she heard approaching footsteps. With the speed of a thousand black panthers, she ran into the bathroom and had dived into the shower when the doornob began to turn. She heard muttered cursing when the person dropped their keys just after she had quickly stripped and twisted on the water. The first cascading drops moistened the blood stains and helped clear the blackness from her eyes, slowly returning them to the rightful color of hazel. She had almost gotten most of the blood off when the front door opened. Either she could keep showering, or turn the water off and run into the person. She chose to turn off the water, but stay in the shower.<br/><br/>Good thing the person was just coming in to get something, or else Cheyanne could've been in that shower a very long time. Another good thing was that the person who lived there was almost the same size in clothes as her. Or else she would have been screwed.