complete / open
Characters: Face (facing_danger), Arthur (specificities), maybe Lina (fireballed), AND ANY OTHERS WHO WANT TO JOIN :'3c
Setting/Location: Showers on the caravan.
Date & Time: Dawn, Day 12
Warnings: Nudity? Lina. Lina's a warning in herself.
Summary: Shower sexytimes! Until Face passes out like a girl. HE CAN'T HANDLE THIS SHIT. Also, hauntings.
Arthur wasn't much for exhibitionism. Even now, in the empty showers, he kept his boxers on. Really, there was something about public showers that seemed unsanitary, no matter the setting - but it wasn't as if he was about to search the deserted village for other sources of water, and he was nothing if not adaptive to what was given to him. So, he had simply decided to come early, when the sun hadn't completely risen and most persons in the caravan were still asleep - though there was the occasional creaks of movement against the hard wood that suggested some had already risen. As for himself, he hadn't slept. Falling asleep naturally without the help of a sedative in strange places didn't come easily for him, nor to fall asleep with an occupant in the room. When he had attended university, it had been his own living space, uncluttered and uninterrupted with the idea of a roommate. But even that felt like ages ago.
The water pounded at the back of his neck and shoulders as he rubbed at his two day old stubble, his face finally devoid of the poison ivy that had plagued him before. He'd need to find something he could use as a razor, he mused, thoughts skirting back to the contents of the kitchen, hands smoothing his hair back. He worked best when he felt clean and put together - and he did have work to do in the most literal sense. Peck was still on his radar for an insurmountable amount of suspicion he had towards the man and, beyond that, there was information concerning this "Way-Warrant" to attend to.
To think, he was looking forward to a brief respite after the Fisher job. Fiji, maybe. Or the Alps.
Setting/Location: Showers on the caravan.
Date & Time: Dawn, Day 12
Warnings: Nudity? Lina. Lina's a warning in herself.
Summary: Shower sexytimes! Until Face passes out like a girl. HE CAN'T HANDLE THIS SHIT. Also, hauntings.
Arthur wasn't much for exhibitionism. Even now, in the empty showers, he kept his boxers on. Really, there was something about public showers that seemed unsanitary, no matter the setting - but it wasn't as if he was about to search the deserted village for other sources of water, and he was nothing if not adaptive to what was given to him. So, he had simply decided to come early, when the sun hadn't completely risen and most persons in the caravan were still asleep - though there was the occasional creaks of movement against the hard wood that suggested some had already risen. As for himself, he hadn't slept. Falling asleep naturally without the help of a sedative in strange places didn't come easily for him, nor to fall asleep with an occupant in the room. When he had attended university, it had been his own living space, uncluttered and uninterrupted with the idea of a roommate. But even that felt like ages ago.
The water pounded at the back of his neck and shoulders as he rubbed at his two day old stubble, his face finally devoid of the poison ivy that had plagued him before. He'd need to find something he could use as a razor, he mused, thoughts skirting back to the contents of the kitchen, hands smoothing his hair back. He worked best when he felt clean and put together - and he did have work to do in the most literal sense. Peck was still on his radar for an insurmountable amount of suspicion he had towards the man and, beyond that, there was information concerning this "Way-Warrant" to attend to.
To think, he was looking forward to a brief respite after the Fisher job. Fiji, maybe. Or the Alps.