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Day 19 - Male Showers

Oct 26, 2006 11:50

It was in complete silence that Zack was moved from the cafeteria to the showers. Usually one would have expected him to be chatting with the nurse despite the fact that she happened to think he was a certain Parker Johnson, but... No, not today ( Read more... )

havoc, axel, obi-wan kenobi, karasu, vincent, roy, eric draven, azel, cliff, ginji, darman, ichigo, zexion, zack, hughes, nowe, seimei, greed, sanzo

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grabby_hands October 29 2006, 02:55:28 UTC

The nurses ushered the patients into the showers quicker than Greed could growl at them, and although he got separated from his new ally in the rush, he made sure to keep track of where he went in the crowd.

At least, the homunculus thought as he got to the locker room and began taking off his clothes and throwing them to the ground, he'd be able to rid himself of this ridiculous getup. Greed had never been one to prance around in only the clothes that he could make appear or disappear along with his form, but the stuff these people had dressed him up in made him feel like nutcase with no sense for looks, which... he supposed was the point.

Still, the fact that his natural, tight-fitting clothes were gone and he was unable to bring them back was more than a little disconcerting.

Whatever. Greed was something of an exhibitionist and didn't have much shame when it came to his good looks. His red lines and mark were still there, at least, and he figured a shower would be a good damn time to think and come up with a plan.

He'd just about finish rinsing when he glanced to the side and found himself staring.

We're those--

No fucking way. Greed stared at the man who claimed to use an eye of some alternate version of him from fuck-knew-where and found himself not believing what he was seeing. Those were his marks, his telling signs of his sin, and for someone else to have them was encroaching on territory and individuality that was very dear to him.

He walked over to the other guy, grabbing him by the wrist and twisting him around to face him. His eyes were narrowed as he spoke loudly, over the sound of running water.

"You didn't tell me about those."

Shit. The hell did that mean? Those were supposed to be Greed's and Greed's alone.

muted_flame October 29 2006, 07:27:40 UTC

Roy had been hoping that he'd be able to get all the way back to the locker room and clothed without anyone noticing that something was wrong. He'd almost made it, too. He was just rinsing off his hair for the last time when he was spun around with a strength he hadn't expected.

Hughes wouldn't have handle him that roughly.

He frowned in response to Greed's statement. As if he had to tell him everything. He could keep secrets just like everyone else, though he realized he had to deal with the consequences when people found them out.

"I didn't plan to," he said coldly. The homunculus was giving him the impression that he was expected to be completely subservient. Even if Greed wasn't claiming that he belonged to him, he was acting that way.

He didn't like it.

So, with that, the turned back to the shower head and continued what he was doing. It wasn't much longer before all the conditioner was out, so he reached forward to turn it off with the intention of getting away before Greed drew too much attention to them.

grabby_hands October 29 2006, 14:44:30 UTC

"Those are mine," Greed growled, no longer grabbing the guy but certainly still glaring at him. As much as the homunculus liked the idea of having a a cohort pre-packaged for him by this otherwise unfun insane asylum, he didn't much like the idea of these people trying to create something that could fill a niche that he already sat very comfortably in. "They aren't supposed to be on you."

Hell, Greed was making an understatement. Red lines were a brand, a symbol, a sort of fingerprint that differed between each and every one of the creatures he begrudgingly called his "brethren," so to see identical markings on the shoulders and hips of someone else.

"Anything else your hiding?" Greed ventured, baring sharp teeth.

muted_flame October 29 2006, 20:31:32 UTC

Oh, this was absolutely ridiculous.

The homunculus was actually upset. With him. For having the damn things.

As if Roy had wanted any of it in the first place. His shoulders tensed in anger as he grabbed for the towel he'd left nearby, covering up all the red with it as he started back toward the shower room.

"If I could get rid of them, I would." But even if he sliced off every bit of skin that was now tattooed with red, it would simply heal right back as it had been before.

As for Greed's question, Roy only shrugged. "Maybe."

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