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 Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2017 11:20 am
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While Lexington shared similar setiments on bathroom preferences, he loathed the potential assignment of cleaning said bathrooms. In lieu of his earlier listless wandering, he received an assignment for maintenance on the women's bathroom, and the gender assignment alone obfuscated him. This has to be some sort of hazing activity. Why send me to the girls' bathroom? That's asking for trouble.
"Oh, I find it quite endearing. I think it says a lot about you, Hunter. They find you nonthreatening enough to send you into the ladies' room."
Another word and I'm shitting you in my ******** underwear drawer for the next week. Von struggled to swallow his poor mood for the task at hand; erasing internal loathing from his countenance always proved a challenge. He wasn't entirely convinced that his expression looked neutral by the time he reached the bathrooms, but he quickly lost interest in trying to hide it. Bathrooms were second only to hospitals in terms of filth and his knack for clean environments revolted at the thought of stepping into such a mess.
By the time Joy arrived, he doubled his nitrile gloves. A breathing mask was added for extra precaution. Between that and his swaths of black attire, he looked (and felt) rather comical. "You got assigned to zis too?" He asked, voice slightly muffled by the mask. "I get ze impression zey enjoy laughing at our suspense."
Huni Pi if i mess something up, please let me know and i can rewrite!
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2017 11:38 am
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Joy was dressed lighter because she knew liquids were going to be involved and it wasn't as if she hadn't ever washed her own bathroom back before she signed up for Deus. Her hair was pulled away from her face and she was studying the ingredients of the cleaning agents when someone with an accent spoke to her. "Ha? Yeah, I'm on bathroom duty too," she began. When she looked up the rest of her sentence never followed at the sight her co-cleaner's outfit, "Undertaker istatchu?"
She shook her head and tried to stifle her amusement, "Ah, ahem, kwan, I'm a "Reaper" named Joy." though given her own accent, Reaper sounded more like Ripper. "You uh, think the bathroom's that bad?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2017 12:04 pm
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Lex set his teeth at the sound of an impending insult. He struggled through some comprenesion, as she returned with a non-english accent herself, but he gleaned enough to recognize undertaker. Fantastisch. Another wiseass. "Lexington. Most people call me Von, or Lex, or somesing else." He paused, then added, "or undertaker is fine too." The frustration of lacking cigarettes often seeped into his voice, leaving him sounding perpetually irritable.
He passed up the cleaning supplies in favor of a bucket and a wrench. One of the thicker industrial pipe cleaners found its way into the bucket, along with some ductape for precuationary measure. "I don't sink ze loo is at bad, I know it is." He shot her a pointed glance. "Humans are disgusting. Bat'rooms are disgusting. Sinks are disgusting. And if I haf' to remof'e a clog, zen I don't want a clump of hair getting into my face where I can taste it."
He started toward the door, nudging it open with his boot, then half-turned to address her with an aside. "Oh, see if zey'f got some industrial gloves. Don't want your skin turning into soap."
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2017 12:54 pm
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Lex cocked a muted brow at her. "You don't haf' a name? Unfortunate. I'll haf' to call you somesing." Do you have any suggestions, Malicious?
"I'm not going to babysit you through inanity."
I'll take that as a no.
He slid past the door, and kept it cocked with his foot while she went into questions about hydrochloric acid. The question surprised him; he never previously used muriatic acid as a cleaning agent. "I don't know. We could use it but we'll haf' to prop ze door open. Usually I'f used vinegar, baking soda and borax. We don't haf' borax, however." She mentioned something in a foreign tongue, and he disliked the laundry list of potential insults it might imply. He kept the thought to himself; he was here to do a job and get out without protracting conversation.
Lex knelt in front of the fitted sink cabinets and opened the pair to survey the mess. Nothing appeared to leak from within, but when he turned the faucet on, he found the water only pooled in its pasin. The sink seemed immensely clogged.
The girl's singsong needling bade ill for him, too; he felt what little patience he had quickly evaporate under facetious slights. "Yes, well, I picked blue so I wouldn't put you to shame wis' my fashion choices." Turning on his back, he crawled under the sink.
This is where I get sprayed with the juice of a thousand faces. He grimaced beneath the mask, and started work on disassembling the pipes.
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2017 1:21 pm
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"It's a concept, not a name. 'Joy' is somesing zat happens to you. If zat really is your name, you'f got a weird one." Not that he could talk; his parents' convention of naming their children after places they visited struck him as tedious and inane at best. Because of it, he endured life with an incredibly pretentious set of names, including the douchebag hyphenated set of last names.
"Maybe you're projecting," Malicious added helpfully.
He sighed, and the sound echoed through the narrow cabinet. "Sorry. I haven't had a cigarette in a while. Makes me grumpy." And he figured his wide miss on the WWF star clarified his position on spectator sports. Briefly he considered watching them, since now his life supposedly revolved around fighting the monstrosities from horror movies and overactive imaginations. Or, currently, befriending them.
She seemed to have it together more than he when it came to repairwork, too. "Good idea. I guess it's fairly obvious zis is my first time picking a drain clean on my own." The pipe started dripping from its upper reaches and he quickly tightened the PVC. Some of it wetted his mask and he cringed.
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2017 1:37 pm
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It didn't matter to Joy that she hadn't worn her mask or that Lex was still preoccupied with the pipes. She was grinning from ear to ear, "My real name's Ligaya, which means Joy in English. But you wanna talk weird names? I got a Tita -err, Aunt Girlie and an Uncle Boyette not married to each other at least. Got some friends back home named Ding, Dong, Ping, Pong, Bibo, and Boboy." she actually sounded proud about this fact because dignity? No, we don't do that here.
She didn't seem all that fazed by his grumpiness and remained cheerful, "If you need to smoke you could go ask Kai. Saw him with some earlier. Big guy, super warm, great for body-heat."
When she got a confirmation at her idea, she quickly excused herself to go do just that. It may have been several minutes before she came back though, what with being unfamiliar with the grounds. Also the bucket of water she brought back was still mostly full, suggesting she didn't run with it. There was a long hose-like device coiled around her shoulder as well.
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2017 1:58 pm
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Lex snorted, and scooted out from beneath the cabinet temporarily. He unlatched his mask shortly before he spoke. "If I were any of zem, I'd be killing my parents. Girlie and Boyette…" He scoffed. If nothing else, it served as a reminder that his life could possibly go worse - and smilarly reminded him of the complications behind his family and why he joined Deus in the first place. He retracted one leg and wrapped an arm about it loosely. Doesn't it get to her? Spending all this time here, no way of visiting any Dings or Dongs or Pings or Pongs… That has to be the worst of it. Or he imagined it was, for most people. But Deus ex promised all types, from Gretchen to Zeke to Rep to everything in-between and beyond. He found the offer useful to forestall his flagging enthusiasm for life. But why did Joy join?
The mention of Kai for cigarettes was filed away quickly; while he could do without the cuddling, smokes became a necessary staple of tolerating humanity - or Reapers, as they called themselves now. Lex sighed and tried the sink once more, watching the water drip out in a small trickle. Eventually it came to a full stop regardless of how far he pushed the handle. She found the water shutoff, I take it.
For the next several minutes, Lex worked on removing the piping altogether. Ductape wrapped around the pipe fasteners prevented damage from the wrench, and the whole ensemble came apart quite easily. He expected more of a challenge given prior tales of sink monsters fighting back; perhaps this was part of a hunter's strength. At least it meant he could validate his addition to the crew through some handiwork. As the pipe itself came loose, a thick knot of stringy black clung to the fastener above him. He tugged on it, and the piece finally pulled free, thereby slopping down onto the front of the pipe. He swallowed the urge to vomit.
Undertaker… s**t. Wonder if the Undertaker would projectile vomit at a sink clog this bad. There must be seven layers of hell shoved down in there. For the moment, he marveled at it. Next came pushing the lot of it out with the pipe cleaner. I hope someone has a ******** laugh about this later.
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2017 6:24 pm
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When Joy asked about his progress, Lex grunted from under the sink. He sat up enough to extract himself from the cabinets and reached for the pipe cleaner to finish the brunt of the mess. "I'f been staring down ze scenic view of bullshit and depravity for a while. Turns out zat hair forms some kind of compound when it's so smashed against itself." Showing her hadn't even crossed his mind; Lex pushed out the bulk of the mess into the bucket for his own sanity's sake.
After cringing at the mass for a few moments, Lex scooted back under the sink to replace the piece of PVC. "Yes, I'll do ze rest. It beats cleaning toilets. Usually people don't s**t in ze sinks." His dialogue stopped for a time while he tightened the fittings. Only when he was fairly certain they wouldn't leak did he venture to come out again.
"Say, Joy." He sounded her name a bit slower, and with a more French than English take on the first letter. "Do you like it here? Playing Reaper, cleaning shitters, yelling at random hikers…" It seemed, to him, that they circumvented the entire point of being hunters here.
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2017 5:12 pm
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"I don't want to sink about zat right now." Lex knew the breadth of his imagination after immersing himself in book after book and elected not to test it here. Scat porn crossed with Silent Hill was only a phrase in his mind and he was determined to keep it that way.
From the outset, Joy sounded like she had a strong handle on missing her family. Overall she thought the tradeoff was worth it, which meant it may prove the same for him, too. He hadn't yet encountered the fun moments - perhaps those came when one was trained enough to go out on missions - but he similarly failed to encounter the scary moments. The worst yet was encountering a couple of hikers on the trails out and telling them to reroute. That hardly counted for a scare. Still, he wondered what moments qualified her time here as fun. Certainly cleaning toilets with a disgruntled german wasn't one of them.
A wry laugh echoed from the cabinets. "Oh, no, not at all. I wasn't sad to leaf' my old life. Zere wasn't much of it to be attached to. But, i'm not sold on zis one yet. I'f met someone already who insists battle is ze best sing he's ever endured, and I haven't experienced zat myself, but… Maybe zere's more to it. I don't know. It's only been a week." The second sink went more smoothly than the first, and another clog was deposited into the bucket. He replaced the pipe, and managed to avoid cracking the second one too.
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