Day 55: Male Showers [4th Shift]
Having to be around food that he couldn't eat hadn't been nearly as bad as it could have been considering what that food was, and so Zack felt fairly decent as he left the cafeteria and headed through the Sun Room into the showers. Actually, it was his feet that were bothering him more than his stomach. He hadn't been allowed to sit down all day (
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The face he was staring down at wasn't exactly a face made in jest. Actually, it was kind of the face of "I've heard this shit a thousand times, shut up and comply." It was a face he had made himself thousands of times. Nearly every day, in fact, when you had one kid in nearly every class try to question the necessity of having only ten percent of a World War I test being new technology and weaponry compared to the ninety percent of dates and names and places. Mention Archiduke Ferdinand and the kids ran screaming. German tear gas, on the other hand...
"Look, I'm not even dirty." Okay, that was a lie. He actually kind of smelled and the the splinter he'd gotten last night was turning a sort of angry red and his neck could really use the relaxation time, but... communal. Alaric wasn't a social guy in the first place. He hadn't been on Duke's football team or - or any team ( ... )
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Brushing shoulders with this many people on a twenty-four hour basis was already grating as it was. Not because Damon had anything against being in a crowd where clothing might've been optional; he'd been to Woodstock. He just didn't appreciate being shoved into it. He picked and chose his company. Not the other way around.
It did, however, mean that a) Alaric had to be here and b) finding him would prove...interesting. With Stefan crossed off the list, that only left the teacher. Last night might've been an enormous waste of time, but there was no way in hell he was letting tonight be the same. And yes, technically he could wait to talk to Rick, but he didn't feel like it. Catching people off guard was always infinitely more entertaining. As much as Damon preferred his privacy, he had a feeling Rick preferred it a lot more ( ... )
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So that was the reason why he froze, his muscles readying themselves tightly across his entire body. It was bad enough that someone had decided showering right next to him was a good goddamn idea (he hadn't realized that staring awkwardly at a wall was an invitation for company). It was worse that said person had the voice of Damon who, while normally was only capable of sounding smug and cocksure, now had obtained a voice capable of slithering.
Chris Hansen, save me now.Whatever Damon looked like, Alaric wasn't lifting his eyes from ( ... )
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But hey, at least they knew now the ring was still effective as ever. Damon would be the first to say, being hard to kill? It had its advantages. Or being difficult about staying dead, in this case. Whatever. Semantics. In any case, the full functionality of that magic little ring wasn't a big shock here. Whoever wanted them needed them alive.
In a manner of speaking.
"Relax. I'm just here to inquire after your nighttime plans. Perfectly non-violent ( ... )
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It was making his head hurt. Hopefully a shower would help out. Carter rubbed his chemical-scarred hands together nervously and asked one of the guards if anything had changed or if they could just shower normally. Gas with your clothes on was bad enough, but naked would just be humiliating.
He received only a military sigh, an eyeroll, and a 'you're fine'. Carter scuttled into the shower and took up the nearest empty slot, running his hands through his wet, thinning hair. "We're fine," he reported to the man next to him. "They haven't changed shower procedures at all." The water began to heat up above him, soothing the goosebumps on his skin. "And it's even still warm!"
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McCoy rinsed the shampoo from his hair and finally took a look at the man. That was when he caught a glimpse of the man's hands.
"What the devil happened to your hands?"
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"Oh!" He held one out to the space-traveler. "They don't hurt or nothing. It's chemical burns, from working with acids and explosives and stuff. I guess when we first met I was still trying to hide it. Back at the old prison camp I just wore gloves all the time so nobody would ask awkward questions." Klink wasn't that observant and Schultz was oblivious by design but there was always the chance that some visiting official might wonder why a man who'd been imprisoned for six months had burns only a few days old.
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Everything else was more or less acceptable, however. It took a little trial and error to get the water running and at a temperature he found reasonable, but unlike the clothing, he had to admit that hot water which came out of the wall whenever you wanted it was very convenient. It wasn't as nice as a bath, but it was better than washing up at the well. The only real issue was his hair, and only because there was so much of it. It took him significantly longer than he would have liked to deal with it so he could dry off and dress again, but it was finally done.
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