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- Posted: Mon, 11 Feb 2013 08:53:48 +0000
- Pascal nodded at Niccolo as the other said that his hat was in 'good hands'. Yet the words did not relax the young Shaprio. In fact it made him worry more. What if he lost it!? The man was naked for Peat-Sakes! What if like someone stole his clothes? And his hat was still in Niccolo's jeans? And then they decided they were too dirty to be worn ever,ever, EVER again?! SO instead of washing his pants, they decide to BURN his clothes?! I mean the Ocello's were rich enough to afford new clothes, so it was ENTIRELY possible that Pascal would NOT be getting his hat back.
The thought terrified him, but before he could respond, Domani was pushing him down the hallway towards his room. He was too caught up in his thoughts that he did happen to miss the gloriousness that was Niccolo's a**. Not that it totally mattered...much. He soon found himself being pushed into a windowless, yet pleasant room. He listened to Domani as he explained the phone system nodding. Then he was alone. Yaay alone. Again. Ug.
If there was one thing Pascal hated, it was being alone...even though he desperately needed a shower. Alright. So shower first, then we'll see if....one of the servants wants to...chat? Yeah. That seems likely. Alright. So...oh. Right. Pascal jerked his hands, wincing as the cuffs tugged at his wrists. "********." He moaned out loud. Stupid cuffs....stupid guard putting them back on. How was he suppose to put this shirt on? Also, speaking of which, he will probably need new clothes. He looked around the room, finding the phone on a nightstand next to the...oh wow. a BED! He walked quickly over to it, jumping onto it, moving closer to the phone while testing the comfort of the bed. "Ohoohhohoh. I a SO going to sleep on you. Forever if possible. In several different positions. At different levels of nakedness" He laughed out, as he reached the phone. Picking it up he dial 125 waiting for an answer.
"Servizio ai piani, come possiamo aiutare?" said a voice on the line
"Uh...yeah...I'm not sure how to say this. But uh...this is the kidnappy? Pascal? Yeah i'm in the prisoners room? And Domani said to use this phone if I needed anything? Yeah. Sooo...I need clothes? Doesn't really matter what kind...I suppose. but definitely pants and underwear? I have a shirt here...but um yeah." He finished hearing muttering on the phone. He just kinda stared at it before slowly hanging it up. "That wasn't awkward....or anything." He said to himself. He didn't really get an answer but he didn't think it mattered. Either he got the clothing or he didn't. Though he didn't want to necessarily get back into his bloody jeans and underwear.
Speaking of which, shower. Pascal climbed of the bed, making sure to spring himself up off of it and headed towards the bathroom. The bathroom was nice and spacious. Which was a bit surprising. The tub looked like a frieken Jacuzzi with a shower head over it. There were sundries scattered around the tub and a pair of towels hanging on the wall near by. Pascal grinned and attempted to take of his pants and underwear off with handcuffs on. While the pants weren't necessarily a problem, the underwear just wouldn't slip off. So while he tried to bend down and get them off, due to the lack of sleep, he fell. Forward. Hitting his head on the ground. "Piss! Gah- This is not my day. Hisss, ouch!" he cried out laying on the ground. Naked. Rubbing his head. Thank god he locked the door.
He crawled off of the nice, cold tile floor and turned on the shower. Waiting for the water to heat up, he looked at himself in the mirror.
What. The. Serious. ********!
Pascal stared at his reflection in the mirror for the first time since before he left for the club. He looked like a train wreck. His eyes looked dark and the bags under his eyes were black due to lack of sleep, his skin looked dirty and the most shocking thing was the scars. The O under his eye was blaringly obvious and would probably be one of the first things people notice. He looked down at his chest and winced at the thought of removing the bandages. He took a moment regain some composure before blowing out a breath, cheeks puffing a bit as he began to remove the bandages. The bandages stuck to the fresh skin and he hissed as resisted coming off. He leaned against the sink as he stared at the mirror, the steam from the heated shower already beginning to cover the corners up. The initials stared back at him, still red and sore, specks of blood already pouring out from the still fresh wound.
He sighed once again before moving to hop into the shower. The heat was certainly welcome and Pascal let out a moan and hiss or something in between and the water relaxed his muscles while burning his wounds. The mixture of pain and pleasure cause him to toss his head back into the oncoming stream of water. After about ten minutes of adjusting to...everything, he began to clean himself.
Once he finished he hopped out, still handcuffed, and attempted to dry himself. Which was also hard than it looked like. He wrapped a towel around his waist and peered out the door, hoping to see a neat stack of clothes on the bed or something. But not seeing anything, he shrugged. Thinking that the help here only understood Italian or something like that. So instead, turned around and walked over to the mirror and sink to see if they had a toothbrush and hairbrush.
[ location || The Amazing Bathroom! ] xxxxxxx [ company || No one! ]
[ ooc || Someone should visit the prisoner. ]
[ ooc || Someone should visit the prisoner. ]