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 Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 12:33 pm
Melvin was a zombified mess, and was in the laundry room in the early morning doing his own laundry. Dressed in a T-shirt, a hoodie, and jeans, he let his mind go on autopilot as he cleaned and then folded his clothes. After a few hours, the baskets around him started to grow. Otto came by and not wanting to leave and surrender the washer and dryers he was using, he just told the teen to leave his clothes and pick them up later. He didn't even look at the teen, the hairs prickling on Melvin's back as he recalled him screaming as he was devoured by bugs all too fresh in his head. Rep's own clothes were nearby as well, the red-head spotting him with his own basket and dumping his off. A few other techs had come by as well and soon he had a nice stack of baskets to keep him busy for a few hours.
He was folding some multi-colored travesties from Rep's basket at the moment, eyes unfocused and mind numb.
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 12:45 pm
Rin was toting her own basket of clothing as she wandered into the laundry room. A bit surprised to say the least that there seemed to be a long que of peoples things with one person left to tend all of it on their own. She noted he was folding things that clearly seemed to either be Rep's or his colour-blind boyfriend. Either way, it clearly did not belong to the person folding it.
"Melvin?" she asked hesitantly. He seemed to be in "a zone" of some sort and she certainly had no intention of startling him, especially not if he might do her laundry too.
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 12:48 pm
Melvin stopped folding a t-shirt when he heard his name. Looking up, he then slowly touched the back of his ear where he usually kept Saliva as a pen, and remembered she wasn't there. Right. She was now a paperweight in his room.
Turning, he noticed Rin with her own basket. "Hello." He looked to her basket. "You can just leave that there. I'll do it." He turned back to folding the shirt and setting it neatly in Rep's basket. He moved on to a pair of jeans.
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 12:54 pm
Rin carefully sat the basket down at the end of the queue to be done. She lingered however. Something wasn't quite right with the guy and she had her suspicions as to why.
She moved over to his side and sat on the counter behind him, "Sooo... you okay?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 1:08 pm
Melvin folded slowly and with a steady, even pace. The hum of the washing machines and driers were soothing to him. "I'm..fine. Alive." He continued to fold. "A little tired." He continued to fold, his voice even in tone as if not really listening.
"How are you?" He didn't turn his head to look at her. His glasses were beside her on the counter.
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 1:12 pm
"I'm alive too," Rin remarked as she just barely noticed the glasses beside her enough to hazard picking them up for inspection, "You sound out of it, though."
She turned the frames over carefully in her hands to look at them from behind before holding them up to her own eyes and looking around curiously.
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 1:20 pm
Melvin's eyes were nearsighted, which meant everything far away was a blur. He glanced as she tried his goggles and frowned, wanting to wipe them already. Those went on his face after all.
"I'm just tired." He told her, going back to folding up another pair of jeans. He was quiet a moment longer. "I did Deathsweeper yesterday."
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 1:28 pm
"I've never done that. But I hear there are lots of explosions," Rin was being completely helpful in that she looked all over the room in the snazzy glasses. Everything to her just looked wonky all around. She eventually got bored with this and closed his glasses to set them back where they were. After blinking a few times she added, "How'd you do?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 1:51 pm
"It's a lot of dying in a golem." He said, stopping to stare at a technicolor shirt, one of a few he had seen in the basket. "Forgot I was in one before. With the mask." Iota. He felt like that right now.
"I passed through." He gave a weak smile that was quick to leave. He resumed folding again. "It felt real." Too real.
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 1:55 pm
"Yeah, golems are tricky like that. No lasting damage though, right?" Rin smiled over at him now that her eyes were finally readjusted.
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 2:11 pm
"No. I'm not scarred up or anything. It just feels like.." He tried not to shiver and passed it off as just a shrug. "..made me think of those guys who just died. How it must have felt." He was thinking too much about this. Death. It hadn't really hit him yet that this was where he was. That his life was so short.
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 2:16 pm
"Ahh... first taste of death? It's not pretty I suppose... but. Well," Rin forced an awkward little smile to the fore, "You lived at least? Means a heck of a lot to me. I don't make very many fr- Eh. I mean. You're cool and s**t. I would have missed you."
Her gaze shifted to one of the yet untouched baskets curiously, "Lot of laundry here, eh?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 2:24 pm
"Thanks. At least someone would have." He said, his voice drier as he didn't feel reassured that, if he died, anyone would care. It had been a joke that trainees were fresh meat to die. He really didn't feel comforted by those around him because of it.
As for the laundry, he glanced back as he looked at the couple he had managed to accumulate and just returned back to folding. "I have nothing else to do. I didn't want to just slouch about in my room." Or try and sleep or eat. It was a nice distraction. After that, maybe he'd just....find a old storage room to organize. There were plenty of rooms in this place no one really touched.
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 2:46 pm
"Of course I would have. You're pretty cool and.. you know.. you like aliens so. That's a point in your favour," She eyed him over curiously, "Maybe once you're done here we can have dinner and talk about upcoming holidays and junk?" She had no clue as to his plans.
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 2:51 pm
Dinner? What time was it now? He wanted to just...clean here. Make piles of laundry till....whenever. He had no plans outside of being here.
"Okay.. Just...call me." He told her, out of it again as a dryer nearby gave a EEEEEEHHHH of being done. Pausing, he went over and pulled out blinding, bleach white shirts and sheets and set them atop the drier.
He probably should eat at some point, but he just didn't feel up to it. Maybe he'd just have coffee. Get some energy. ...not sleep.
"Go ahead and leave your laundry here." He reminded her.
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