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Free s**t. Rep could never and would never pass up on free s**t. It could have been free hydrochloric acid and he would have been all over it. The fact it was free deodorant was just a boon. He wasn't even worried about the relatively busy area, instead he just beelined straight for the table of samples and grabbed an armful of axe deodorant. Once upon a time he had been the reason why axe - known as lynx in Scotland - had been banned from the locker rooms. People got kind of tired of it smelling like a chemical spill in there.

Rep didn't.

Taking off his shirt wasn't even necessary, under his jacket he was already shirtless, wearing it like it was the uniform of being a giant douchebag. Around his neck he had a very wicked looking ceremonial dagger and gold sun necklace. His body itself was a mixture of sweeping brutal scars and tattoos across almost every inch of skin, what hair he had was light, varying from blonde to ginger where it was longer and was a sight that had probably been inflicted on way too many people already.

Eyeing himself in the mirror he neatly rearranged his well groomed mane of hair - Harrison was back to tend it again after all - and gave himself a "would you ******** me, I'd ******** me" smirk along with a half-lidded sultry rake of his hand along his chest. He didn't do flexing in mirrors, that was for people who needed to reassure themselves they had good muscles. He knew. He had muscle tone - it was his job.

What cans he hadn't used up by just holding them down, he squirreled away there and then in the pockets of his hunter coat before he left. He didn't even bother putting his coat back on as he stalked out, hovering by the table to discreetly pilfer a few more free samples. He either didn't consider an ulterior motive to handing out free s**t or didn't care for even a second.

"Laddddieeees, I am here." The nasally voice actually said this out loud as in walked in the Death Assistant wearing only a bath robe, which was essentially like those days where he was Jedi Master Mark. He made a big show of what he thought was sexy purposely and deliberately in front of the mirror, flexing his well toned abs that one could only get from sitting next to computers and typing all day long (non-existant, except in Mark's over abundant imagination zone) and then kissed each one because they were guns of steel.

Ten more arduous minutes of non-existant muscle flexing, Mark moved on to the main course, disrobing to reveal thankfully a pair of boxers that obviously had the imprint of some sort of large squash stuffed right in there. He had somehow managed to get the squash to sit in his boxers without falling out (who knew how) and took the time to reveal his manly man chest, that was entirely flat, he had some sort of mild pot belly going on probably because the boxers were straining, and a total of a single awkward piece of chest hair just randomly protruding out. That was it, one chest hair. In a moment of ingenuity, Mark had used and ice cube box to imprint himself a twelve pack-

- In the wrong area. He now had tiny imprinted twelve packs trailing past his left side.

Mark would do some more arduous posing, winking and what he thought were sexy hip thrusts (the first one nearly made him fall over due to vegetable in boxers inbalance), and some little too up close and personal shots of his attempts at shaving that created some sort of uneven mullet beard as if a hedgehog had died and curled itself down his chin until-

-Zip-

Charlotte had found a small concealable openin beside the mirror and for some reason was holding a tranquilizer gun. With a small yet determined expression she shot it again and again until the hapless Death assistant's eyes rolled up and he keeled over-

- And the Moon assistant simple dragged him, via the men's exit out, and tucked his body under one of the many cafeteria tables. In a moment of hindsight, she pulled out a lace handkerchief to cover up Mark's face, to respect privacy if course. She then came back some minutes later looking like she hadn't just taken Mark out with a tranquilizer gun and quietly moved to the next sheet of paper.

Candace had been idly organizing her cards while waiting for the next person to show up, and she was both surprised and unsurprised to see Rep show up. Free stuff, she should have known he would eventually show up. She pursed her lips and held back a laugh as the Sun hunter unknowingly put on a show. She looked to the blonde beside her after to see how she in particular was going to react considering how she'd handled many of their other visitors.

She grinned.

Rep
Cleanliness: 5/10
Good hair: 8/10
Nice shave: 7/10
Rugged nature: 10/10
Good abs: 9/10
Charisma: 6/10
Jailbait: 0/10
Hott butt: 9/10
Sexiness: 5/10
Overall hotness: 8/10

An honest scoring. She didn't really need to think about it. Rep's methods of bathing were often rather disgusting, he smelled of stale sea water sometimes, but his hair was pretty glorious. Scars didn't bother her, she barely noticed them anymore, but some of his personality ruined his score.

She likes you, Rep. This is a nice score.

She looked up when she heard..Mark.

Wh..at...

Oh god..

Was that a squash? Wh..what...how..what the hell was wrong with his side? Did he sleep on something? What th--oh god he was thrusting. Why. Why?! Candace's hands covered her mouth as she watched the horror show play out before them, unable to look away.

And then it was over. Charlotte was shooting him until he fell to the ground, dragging him out, and returning.

Candace just stared. "Thank you,"

Finn had been on his way to the cafeteria, hoping to find something mostly edible to snack on, or maybe a cup of coffee, if there was any readily available, or preferably both. In the hallway outside he had run into Jack, greeted him with a large smile, seemingly quite a bit more cheerful then he normally was (likely due to a certain sun hunters recent nights spent with him in his room), and not even insulting to the much taller man as he pushed his way inside.

Only to be greeted by an odd sight. Some kind of booth set up, which he glanced at with only mild curiosity, intent to just pass it by and maybe have a closer look at the display on his way out.

Until something shouted at him that he stunk like a dead cows poop hole, or something to that effect, then he just turned with raised eyebrows.

"That must have been directed at you." He said to Jack without turning back towards him, but now veering out of his way to see what was up.

Hygiene was what was up, apparently, as well as some kind of irrational senselessness to do with cancer being caused by uncleanliness.

Finn could only scoff, but also couldn't help but let his gaze wander over all of the products on display. Deodorant, shampoo, and other various hair products, all in the brand name of axe and old spice, which were both s**t in his opinion but..possibly marginally better then just plain soap. It was no secret that Finn fretted over his own personal hygiene big time, and could spend hours each morning, when not in a hurry, getting himself ready for the day. Hair perfectly styled, teeth clean and bright, body washed as often as he was able.....

Really, it couldn't hurt to try out the freebies, so he grabbed for the old spice, giving Jack a shrug that said, hey, why not? And headed towards the booth that looked more then large enough for two, suspicions about this entire ordeal rising.

Turning back to his friend, his lips pursed for a moment.

"Hey. Come and help me take these belts off, would ya?" He was of course, speaking of the magenta straps that were crisscrossed and wrapped around his jacket. "The clasp around the back can be a b***h to get at, sometimes."

Yes, Jack. Come and help Finn get undressed in front of all the hidden ladies.

Candace raised a brow when an unfamiliar boy showed up and called for someone to come help him. Ah...the boy from twitter. He seemed to bother Stormy, and if anyone knew Stormy well it was Nevada. She flipped over the card reserved for one of the new boys and scribbled across the back of it before sliding the card to Nevada.

Who is the one with green hair?

Candace rolled her eyes. Yes, she figured that on her own.

Who is the one with green hair?

In relation to Stormy.

"What can I say, she likes to get a bit overzealous sometimes." He shrugged, still smiling but gaze cold as he entered the booth ahead of Jack and...found that it was ridiculously crowded compared to how large it looked on the outside. The hell? It didn't take a genius to figure out that there was obviously something going on here, and Finn was far from stupid. He tilted his head a little at the mirror and smirked, wondering just who might be on the other side.

Suddenly, and with a little rough jerking around, the belts began to loosen, allowing Finn's Jacket to fall open, revealing he had no shirt on underneath. This wasn't actually normal for the man, but it was laundry day, and he had run out of clean shirts.

Pulling at the belts at the front without paying much attention also proved to be a bit of a mistake, as a belt caught on one of his piercings, making him let out a soft hiss as he looked down and inspected the area, before shrugging out of the rest of his jacket and letting it slide off of his shoulders and down his arms, carefully stepping over the belts that were still crisscrossed but no longer tight across the front.

In the mirror, he gave the image reflected back at him very little regard. He knew that among consuming too many carbs and spending a lot of time on the training field and exercising in his boredom, he had bulked up a bit from his more lanky, lithely muscled build. He still wasn't a giant by any means, but it was a pain in the a** considering all of his clothes had once been perfectly fitted and now were all just a bit too tight across the chest and shoulders.

Turning towards Jack, he waggled his eyebrows a little at him. "Want me to do you?"

He meant help with your jacket, Jack. Obviously.