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tartaros_avatar April 8 2007, 16:21:43 UTC
Ugh. No privacy. He a man who had acquired the name 'Recluse' for good reason. This was just... Well, at least the nurse had left. He was trying hard to act like a well adjusted human around the staff, but just as he had told Haku, all he really wanted was to put her head through a wall.

He stripped out of the uniform and found a spot as far away from everyone else as he possibly could. He wanted to get this new embarrassment over with.

Not that he was self-conscious, but humans could be such idiots.

Water began to soak through the bandages on his leg, bringing out new blood and turning the cloth red. Just one more annoyance, compounded by the fact that some lingering spider-aspect in his mind really detested water.

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blacksustenance April 8 2007, 22:28:32 UTC
Brock used to be self-conscious, back in the day. Walking around buck ass naked with a bunch of equally naked men (some of who were packing better heat than he was) had always struck him as a bit fruity, but you learned to get over those things after a while. It probably helped to have a symbiote to put things into perspective and when half of you looked at everyone and saw them as overgrown, disease-ridden monkeys, it really did point out how utterly stupid it was to be intimidated by another male's package size or the fact he didn't happen to be wearing clothing.

Perhaps in your inferior species, reproductive organ size equates a better male to mate with, but we are different, purred his Other. It undulated, snakelike, in his mind. Have some pride in that fact.Feeling a bit cheered up by that and finding himself half-agreeing with the symbiote's description of humans, Brock searched for a free showerhead. A lot of them were being taken up and he wanted one in the corner so he wouldn't run into that brat Kasady and his brat symbiote ( ... )

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championofright April 8 2007, 23:07:55 UTC
All things considered, Darkwing had been handling the changes pretty well. He definitely wasn't a stranger to being put into other forms against his will, so he had been dealing with this human form as best as he could.

But showering? Even on his own, it would have been weird - because he was a duck, not a human. He had feathers, not skin! He had no problem with water (he rather liked it, in fact), but...

What really made it unbearable was that he was going to be tossed in with a group of other patients. Being around so many humans when he was the only duck had been uncomfortable enough when they were clothed, but this was just too much!

For the first time since he'd been here, he'd struggled. He'd done all he could to stop the nurses from taking him into the shower room, but then a very large orderly literally picked him up and hauled him inside. And when he was threatened with a very large, pointy needle? Yeah, fine, he would shower ( ... )

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tartaros_avatar April 9 2007, 00:08:32 UTC
((guh. I mixed up posting order.))

Two people had now taken showers near to Recluse. 'Jubilation.' There went any semblance of privacy.

He glanced over at the intruder next to him out of the corner of his eye. 'Ah.' The shorter man fit the description he had read on the message board.

"You're the reporter." No hint of a question went into the statement.

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no_side_effects April 8 2007, 16:22:33 UTC
Wesker had been left alone during breakfast, which was mildly disappointed, but perhaps for the best. Some of the patients could be incredibly irritating, if amusing, to deal with.

Public showers... he wasn't quite looking forward to standing around naked in front of a bunch of other men, but there was really no reason to be shy.

Wesker saw Darman, and a few other patients he didn't recognize, but it looked like he had arrived early, it would be very amusing to observe the way other patients reacted to being forced to shower around one another.

Darman appeared to be having no problems, but for some reason that was expected. None of the other patients seemed particularly concerned, either. It was unfortunate that he'd been forced to remove his sunglasses, so he kept his eyes mostly closed, but still open enough he could see clearly.

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no_side_effects April 8 2007, 23:13:41 UTC
[[Moving down to bother Captain Jack and Aidou]]

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traitors_smile April 8 2007, 16:37:50 UTC
He supposed he should be grateful that the ones running this place were actually looking after everyone's physical needs and not just leaving them to their own filth. As welcome as a shower was, it just meant he had to be all the more wary. Ran could be trusted, if anyone here could really be, but he'd no idea how many of the other inmates Abarai, Kuchiki, and Kurosaki had been talking to ( ... )

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stray_shinigami April 8 2007, 17:32:50 UTC
Renji hated to admit it, but he was just a little relieved that the nurse came and seperated them; Rukia was no doubt going to demand to know what he'd been about to say, and that was not an argument he was in the mood for ( ... )

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traitors_smile April 8 2007, 18:03:17 UTC
Gin saw the tattooed, red-headed vice captain long before he spoke. He was hard to miss like that. It was too bad he'd strayed so far from the nurses as it would have been amusing to upset the man, just to see him drugged and fumbling about, but there was no use regretting it. At least Abarai seemed like he wanted to be civil, for the moment.

He fixed the man with a smile and a curiously raised brow, "Ara? Abarai-kun. To what do I owe this lil' pleasure?" He could easily think of several reasons, none that he would say aloud. Not yet at any rate. His stance was casual, as was his nature, though he was ready to move should the need arise.

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stray_shinigami April 8 2007, 18:13:39 UTC
Renji turned on the shower next to Ichimaru, never taking his eyes off the man. Water slicked down his hair, making it hang heavy on his back. So, he was here... now what? It was all well and good for Rukia and Qui-Gon to ask him to do this, but they hadn't exactly handed him a goddamn manual on how to proceed.

He settled for blunt. It was what he was good at, and it was what everyone - and no doubt Ichimaru was included in that - expected out of him anyway. He stepped forward, standing just a little too close to the man so that he wouldn't have to speak loudly.

"If I kill you here, in this place," he said, keeping his tone conversational, "I will be saving a great many people from suffering. And you'll be a lot easier to kill here than anywhere else, or at any other time; we've both been reduced to the same level. I think you're smart enough to realize that here, I will most likely succeed. I have nothing to lose." Which was perhaps not entirely true, but when it came to duty, if he had to kill Ichimaru he would risk death, even if ( ... )

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gotahunch April 8 2007, 17:15:15 UTC
Kurosaki was dead.

Sure, he could spend an hour wrestling with himself over how much he trusted the word of some guy he barely knew but deep down he knew he believed it. There was something surreal about people just disappearing like that. Death he could handle. He'd been down that road before. It wasn't pretty, but it was something he'd learned to cope with.

He barely even knew the kid anyway. It was just had a couple of conversations and an odd sense of trust. For once, Cliff ignored everyone else in the room. He found a shower and leaned his head back against the tile while the water ran.

There was a half-assed attempt to think about the lost weapons instead, just some vain attempt to prove he wasn't already going soft and he still had his priorities in order, to keep from being upset over a kid. It just made him feel heartless.

There was nothing but damn time here. Part of the reason he didn't brood was that he kept himself busy back home. He closed his eyes and bumped his head lightly against the tile. The smile playing at ( ... )

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never_learns April 8 2007, 17:32:18 UTC
If he was honest, Yohji was kinda' glad of the opportunity to get away from Aya and that uncomfortable conversation. They'd never exactly been the best of friends, but they'd trusted each other as teammates and now that trust was gone. And it was his own damn fault ( ... )

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gotahunch April 8 2007, 17:50:22 UTC
The shower going on next to him was enough to snap him out of thought. He pushed off the tile and back into the full spray when Yohji spoke, actually grateful for someone he knew as opposed to some stranger. "Yeah, me too." That came out snippier than he meant.

He pushed a hand through his wet hair and murmured something that could have been an apology. He really didn't feel like talking about it. He didn't feel like sulking either. He wanted to do something that would take his mind off everything, but one's options in the shower were decidedly...limited.

"How'd your night go?" He asked. Some of the cheer returned to his voice, even if it was a little flat.

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never_learns April 8 2007, 17:57:37 UTC
Yohji tensed a little at the uncharacteristic tone in Cliff's voice. Maybe it had been a bad idea to bring it up. If Cliff didn't want him around, then he'd just leave him alone for now. He could understand that and could take a hint.

He grabbed the bottle of shampoo and started rubbing it through his hair to hide his discomfort, making a face at the medicinal smell. He'd always been vain and would always go for the more expensive brands of soap and shampoo on the market.

He smiled weakly at Cliff when the other man spoke, leaning back against the wall. "Well, I got some sleep, but that's about all," he said wryly. "You?"

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offduty April 8 2007, 17:16:35 UTC
Communal showers, huh?

Reno couldn't say he'd been expecting otherwise. A little privacy would've been nice, but he didn't give that much of a damn, either. Standing naked with other men was hardly the highest concern on his list right now.

Not many people were here yet, including Rufus and Dean, though there were two he recognized from a couple of nights ago. He found an area that gave him a decent radius of space from the others and turned on the water. The temptation to get it scalding hot was there, but he doubted that was a good idea with the wounds on his back. He'd have to settle for lukewarm.

Pulling off his hair tie and slipping it over his wrist, he reached for a nondescript bottle of shampoo.

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deathinvitation April 8 2007, 19:08:09 UTC
Showering with others didn't bother Sephiroth in the least. If people thought this was bad, they should try being out in the field where such luxuries were few and far between, even for one of his rank.

What did catch his attention when he came in was the bright red hair. He remembered that from somewhere. Now where was it? Oh yes, Shin-Ra. The Turks. The name didn't come readily to mind, but he did remember that hair.

The problem was that there were two with that red hair, not to mention marks beneath their eyes. Which way had that Turk's gone? Beneath or down? Taking a gamble, he chose this one. Stepping beide the man to the shower there, Sephiroth had no hesitancy in turning on the water. Wasn't as if he had anything to be ashamed of.

"Imagine Shin-Ra being here," he drawled, turning his eyes on Reno.

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offduty April 8 2007, 19:50:00 UTC
Reno wasn't really watching the door, so while he did feel someone coming up behind him, he didn't realize who it was (he half-expected it to be Dean or the President) until he turned around.

...Okay. So his initial assumptions were a bit off.

A part of him wasn't sure if he should be amused or just annoyed. The last thing he thought he'd ever do was shower with Sephiroth. If it'd been back in his world, he would've been more wary about facing up against the man, but here - hell, they were both naked and he couldn't see much by the way of weapons. At any rate, he doubted Sephiroth was stupid enough to start a fight and if he was, then it'd be worth it to see the man get drugged up after.

"Could say the same to you," he said, noncommittal. "At least I'm not supposed to be dead."

He tossed the bottle of shampoo in Sephiroth's direction. Sephiroth was probably used to hostile people. Reno was a little curious as to what he would do in the face of a little congeniality.

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deathinvitation April 8 2007, 20:04:40 UTC
Sephiroth caught the bottle tossed to him, fingers wrapping about the plastic before he made himself loosen his grip. Breaking it open would serve little purpose other than waste. Instead, he set about washing himself. What he had been wanted to do was feel out these Shin-Ra people, see if they were willing to flee from him yet.

It was a prick to his ego that they weren't, especially after what Sora had told him. Some terror at his presence would have been most appreciated. Humans simply never failed to disappoint him.

"I cannot die, Turk. You should know that by now. I can wait if necessary. I waited three years before emerging in the North Crater. Next time, it could be twenty years. Will you still be in the condition you are now to try and stop me? After all, I do believe one that was only a remnant of me defeated you."

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