@majagrim Wash-Tub
She shoves the coins in the slot on a load of wash and hits that start, then hit's it again and again and again. One more time. Then she opens the door and shuts it and tries again. Nothing.
"C'mon!" Holly moans, smacking it uselessly with her hand.
It starts. Her face lights up. Yeah, teach you. She thinks.
The machine stops then, and unlatches its door, as if to say 'hah, as if.'
Holly grimaces, looking around nervously as she takes the detergent-soaked clothes out, expression squiming at the feeling of soapy, unwashed clothes as she tucks them into another unit, awkwardly fishing another round of change out of her pocket with with soapy fingers and a grumble before she throws the door shut - an act that makes her gasp when she catches the glint of something tall, long-limbed, and covered in eyes behind her in the reflection as its imposible grimy, spindly fingers wrap around her shoulder- "Fuckssake!"
Her stomach sinks as she spins, only to see a grungy-looking woman standing where the reflection had been, and she lets out a sigh of relief. "Holy crap, I thought I was the only one in here, sorry..."
