▩ women's locker room

@im jinah Was she okay? Words couldn't begin to explain how distraught and disorganized Lauren was after receiving a phrenetic call from her step-sister. Was she in trouble? Was she hurt? With her pace quickening towards the locker room, when she came across the door - almost breathlessly, she barged inside without asking questions or seeing if anyone else was in there or changing. There was only one person running through her mind at that moment.

"Jinah?" Though her voice came out a bit coarse than usual, Lauren couldn't help but deliriously make her way throughout the locker room, turning and checking each section until she found who she was looking for. At this point, she knew she probably looked a hot mess. Her bun that was once neat was now coming down with strands brushing along the back of her neck and her forehead. When her step-sister had called her, she was in the middle of painting, so of course she had quite a few multi-colored paint stains spreading along her dark leggings and red flannel. "Jinah, I came here as fast as I could. Why are you here so late... Did something happen?" She made sure to take curt, slow, and heedful steps so she wouldn't panic or make her feel anxious if she was emotionally unstable. Crouching down on her knees, she leaned her back against one of the lockers, staring across at the last little hope she had left when it came to family. Everyone that knew her, or her family history - knew of the struggles they had to face. Her father wasn't exactly someone she would want around her or her mother, and since her brother was gone - she felt as if having Jinah around felt like a wave of equanimity. The two would bicker here and there, but being the oldest, Lauren had always did her best to try to look out for her and make sure she was always being checked up on. To make sure she knew that she was not alone. "Rough day?"