<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/d/d2/Amelie.jpg/424px-Amelie.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name: </strong>Amelie<br/><strong>Date/Time: </strong>September 12 (3:00 PM)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Main Swimming Pool<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Maya, Christopher, Michael, Open<br/><hr/><br/>There's a pout on Amelie's lips as she makes her way to the swimming pool, a flyer clutched in one hand and a bag in the other. She ignores the noise from the pool as she slips into the female changing room. It doesn't take her long to change into her swimsuit and shove her stuff into a locker, flyer in hand as she stares at the door to the pool. Fidgeting she checks the ties keeping her black swim trunks tight to her waist before tugging at the tight strip of cloth that bound her breasts. Staring at the door once more she takes a single step towards it before spinning and dashing to the lockers where she pulls out a shirt plastered with the picture of a snorlax in hockey gear as well as some other pieces. Nodding she tugs the shirt on and moves to the doors, an incredibly long snorkel resting on her shoulder while she slides grey swimming goggles on.<br/><br/>With a whimper she pushes the doors open and heads out to the pool, coming to a stop at the sight of the two prepping for a race. Careful steps bring her over to Maya, a grin curling her lips as she hugs the girl and lifts her into the air. "Thought you were worried no one was going to show?" Setting Maya back down she grins up at her, a hand waving the flyer while her head tilts. "Even didn't eat so I wouldn't fry your pool."