outside the girl's bathroom, after second period

[nadiathesaint]

Having successfully escaped the safe in shop class and (*sniffle*) said good-bye to her favorite teacher (even if he did insist that duct tape was great), Nadia went to wash her hands and arms, since having had them wrapped up for more than 24 hours had resulted in them being all sweaty and salty and gross.

But the bathroom door wouldn't open.

She'd heard the announcements, but couldn't remember the words to the song.

So she pulled out her leatherman. After all, if she could open a safe door from the inside, she could totally open a regular old bathroom door.

She had a blowtorch, after all.