<div class="floatright">(http://www.redbalcony.com/media/galleries/1412/Elisha_Cuthbert_10s.jpg)</div><br/><em>Jayne McArthur - Aka: Ferra Moan</em><br/><strong>Location: Shower Room / Commons</strong><br/><br/>Jayne panicked the last second before reaching for the handle to the shower room. Moments prior, she had successfully convinced herself to have a shower the way the majority of the population did, but when she caught a brief glimpse of all the new faces she hadn't been acquainted with, that fleeting surge of fearlessness completely evaporated into thin air.<br/><br/>She ducked into the nearest exterior bathroom of the south facing wall of the shower room, Leaving her silk dress hanging on the door hook, she quickly changed into the neon bikini, and threw her hair into a high ponytail.<br/><br/>There wasn't a soul in the shower room, but that didn't prevent anyone from seeing in from the outside. "At this point, I shouldn't be surprised that this room has windows.." Jayne trailed off as the expanse, and for lack of a better word, grandeur of the room left her rather speechless. It almost reminded her of a spa. And that shower tower;<em>Woah.</em>The feel of the non-slip tiles really pleased her too. They had a subtle bounce to them, and oddly enough, it managed to put her at ease. The floor for crying out loud.