Marie and Mimete

Marie walks to the lockers, letting out a small sigh as she just got back from a long vacation. "Stupid girl.. giving me the creeps..." She muttered to herself, opening up the bag she carried in with her and started putting her things back in her locker, ready to kick some ass again.

Mimete who shared a locker near Marie came up. She was wrapped up in a towel that covered her torso but showed off her long shapely legs. She also had a towel turbaned around her head.

"Hey, you got some extra conditioner on you, girl?"

Marie was about ready to take a shower herself, but then she stopped at the sound of someone talking to her. She did indeed have some conditioner in her bag, but why should she give it away? Who was this girl anyways? She didn't recall seeing her when she was first here. Hmph.. must be a rookie. Marie looked up to see the girl wrapped in a turban and towel. "Yeah.. I do. Why should I give it to you, though?" She asked her.

Mimete smirked.

"Gee girl, sounds like you just lost a match. Attitude there. Thought you might be cool. Maybe I was wrong."

Started to walk right past her.

"Heh... lost a match? Not likely." She replied calmly.

She watched as she walked away, the way she carried herself as she walked. For some reason she felt like she should give this girl a chance. She makes a sharp whistle with her mouth as she digs into her bag and tossed the bottle of conditioner to her, whether she was ready for it or not.

Mimete had enough wrestler reflex to catch it. She smirked.

"Hey thanks."

Heads off to the shower and by the time she got there, Marie would have probably caught up which might give them time to talk.

"Mm." She nodded for a moment before standing up slowly and walking towards the stall, leaning against the outside of the stall, crossing her arms under her chest. "Never caught your name." She talked over the shower nozzle, letting out a small yawn.

"Mimete."

She smirked than paused as if feeling something for this girl.

"Well that's my ring name. You can call me Mimi."

Begins washing her hair.

"What shall I call you?"

Marie nodded a little at the sound of her name. "Mimi, huh? Interesting...." She mused, closing her eyes and tilting her head against the shower stall. "...Marie." She replied after a moment's silence. "Marie Belladonna. I'm known to some as the Queen Bee." She added, brushing a hand through her brown bobbed hair as she taiked about herself. It was her favorite thing to talk about.

"Queen Bee huh? Seems you have quite a story to tell. By all means."