Cynthia's nervous energy was evident in her constant fidgeting. She kept tapping her toes, playing with her hands, anything but pay attention to the lecture on Shakespearean plays. Signing up for this class has proven to be more trouble than it has been of any good to her. Cynthia rarely learned anything from these lectures and the tests she took, were often in the 70s to 80s range. She should have certainly paid more thought to her outfit though, since her current condition would soon become worse.
With the constant moving, Cynthia's trench coat was loosening, and slowly started to droop in the back. Although very slow, the speed of her exposure was nothing to ignore. Cynthia didn't notice. When the trench coat passed her shoulders, she felt the breeze and checked her outfit, but in the split second it took her to look down, the trench coat fell to her lap. Her face turned a deep shade of red as she recovered her outfit. Thanks to the excellent timing of her professor, none of her peers saw her malfunction. Since staying in the class longer would force her into exposing herself, Cynthia got up to leave for the laundry room, in hopes that she would be able to either collect her clothes, or get some more cover for herself.
As she got onto the elevator, Cynthia hit the first button she saw and waited patiently for her stop.
The elevator made it to her floor, opened the doors, but it fell almost a foot. With all of the nervous energy flowing through her, she decided that she was to jump to floor and not wait out this issue. Mentally preparing herself, she goes for the jump and makes it, but she ignored the wet floor sign. She slipped onto her backside and got her trench coat soaking wet. Cynthia trudged to the ladies room and rung out the trench coat to the best of her ability. Exiting quickly, Cynthia noticed she was on the same floor as the pool... she was under her dorms floor, and 4 floors above the laundry room.
Her heart sunk. Cynthia was devastated that she had to use the stair case if she wanted to move from floor to floor, but she would risk people seeing her in this current state. Cynthia made a mental note to do some laundry every week so this situation would never happen again. But since she knew most students were in either the lecture hall or the labs, she decided it she should use the stair case and go to the laundry room and get her clothing back. Opening the broken door to the shadiest stair case in the campus, Cynthia embarks on her journey to get her clothing back.
Since this stair case was almost destroyed by a senior prank, it was rarely used, but it took a lot of effort to go down without hurting yourself. Taking her time, step by step, breath by breath, Cynthia gradually made it down the stair case. Eventually she stood on a bad step, and slipped down to hit her body into a wall. This caused a couple of steps to collapse below her, making it impossible to go down the final steps to the floor of the laundry room. Cynthia ultimately decides that she should finish the climb. To combat the lack of steps, she decided to use the rusted railings. With her back to the railing she makes her descent to a very unpleasant surprise. When Cynthia made it to the bottom of the rail, her trench coat got caught on one of the open parts of the rail. Before Cynthia could even attempt to fix her trench coat, her footing slips and she falls out of the trench coat onto the next set of steps. Except her body never hit the ground.
Hanging by her lingerie, Cynthia was held 2 inches above the ground. Since the underwear was rather skimpy, she decided to quickly slide out of her underwear in hopes that she would be able to preserve her precious remaining pieces of dignity. After finally hitting the ground, Cynthia grabbed her underwear from the rail and tried to get back her trench coat. Getting back onto the rail, she climbed up, but her bottoms got caught on the rail. In a panic, Cynthia pulled at her underwear to dislodge it from the broken rails. Almost ripping half of her dignity in half, Cynthia decided to cut her losses and leave the trench coat. The last steps of the stair case were in pristine condition, bringing a thought to her mind, maybe they were trying to fix this stair case, which meant students would potentially use this stair case and see her.
The sudden thought pushed Cynthia the final stretch back to the laundry room where her clothes had yet to finish washing. She would still have to dry them before putting on anything more. Since Cynthia would rather catch a cold than an arrest, she tried to open the washing machines, but the machines were locked until the loads finished.
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