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 Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2012 2:10 pm
It was late. The sort of late that threatened to be early, and the ideal time to go shower in Jerry's opinion. He was always careful about shower times, having paid attention while just politely going in to shave on what the most popular times to head in where.
if Highschool Gym Class had been bad as it was, he couldn't imagine Shower Time in the boy's Hunter Bathrooms.
The sun was just a distant thought, although he was grateful for the halogen that flickered above as he made his way into the deserted tiled room.
The hot water felt good, and he was almost sobering up. Robert had done wonders in lifting his spirits, but while the thoughts of suicide or homicide had passed, he was definitely not his usual jovial self. He was happy to just soak in the hot steam all alone in the silence.
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2012 2:38 pm
Communal shower had been two words that to Rep had been laced with more dread than anything else on his arrival here, he'd always dodged gym in school, not even having to forge notes to get excused by his mother, simply having to prod her awake long enough and hand her a pen and paper. She didn't really give a damn what he did at school and that was how he liked it. He did sports on his own time, in places where he didn't have to deal with naked people.
And so it was that even in Deus he had tried his best to devise when it would be quietest to sneak in for a shower. Not going wasn't an option, he refused to surrender personal hygiene in favour of averting awkwardness, it was one thing to have a masculine musk, another to utterly reek.
So he'd gathered up a few towels and slunk out in the small hours of the morning towards the showers, hearing the sound of water but assuming it was just a showerhead left on or the usual sound of dripping drains. It seemed for the most part to be deserted, and not wanting to push his luck, he quickly got changed out of his clothes before anyone else could come in, and shower gel in hand like a shield he strode into the shower room.
..it was only as he was halfway to his shower of choice that he realised he wasn't alone. Sudden panic gripped him, his mind screaming ABORT ABORT, his stomach twisting itself in knots. But at the same time his pride and masculinty forced him to continue on, because really what the hell would it look like if he ran away from a shower? He was utterly torn between two extremes and had no idea which of the two would make him look less homo. It was /awful/ and the more he tried not to look at the other guy in the showers, the more he couldn't help it.
Oh s**t, he looked familiar from twitter aswell. He tried to turn the shower on and look as aloof as possible. He didn't care no sireeeee.
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2012 2:46 pm
The burn scars on Jerry's face were only the tip of the iceberg, considering the state of his back. It was a horror show of twists and turns of draconic flame, thankfully healed but nasty all the same and not something he ever liked showing. "Ah... ah... h-hello?" His skinny frame flinched at the sound of movement, and he blindly glanced up. A pale red blur had moved into one of the shower stations a few away and he gave a nervious noise in his throat.
Glasses-glasses- oh god, he'd have to walk right past him to go get them and his towel. Blast!! He cleared his throat, "Oh... ah... I'm... I'm almost finished, um." He managed, at least thankful he was practically blind without his lenses. Unfortunately, that meant he had no idea who had just joined him.
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2012 2:50 pm
Rep /winced/ as Jerry spoke. You didn't TALK, that was like against all the social rules, every single one. Speaking meant you'd noticed the other guy, speaking meant you'd seen them naked. Rep might have been content to pretend he hadn't seen Jerry, but conversation threw all bets off, he had to prove he still was totally masculine, that he hadn't lost an inch of manly with this horrendous awkward.
Rep immediately hauled his eyes to the floor. He was only looking at the guy's scars, ******** sake, he mentally retorted, he looked like he'd been in a serious fight. Rep's own various scars from stupid fights, falls and other injuries looked small time in comparision.
"I didn't ask if you were nearly finished homo boy." he snarled in his usual gravelly Scots snarl. "Its not like I ******** want to come and join you."
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2012 3:00 pm
The harsh language seemed to be enough for him and his already broken mood, his slightly cross-eyed expression dropping to the blur he had to assume were his feet as he turned off the water and grabbed his soap ration to cover himself up. "Sorry," He mumbled again, face red at the accusation. He didn't have it in him to complain. His own girlfriend- ex-girlfriend- probably thought the same thing. That he didn't like girls. Well he did. One in particular. But he hadn't been enough.
The exhaustion was all over his face as he wobbled his way towards Rep, aiming for where he remembered he had left his things. Just... don't make eye contact. Don't look. Pray he didn't look by mistake. There was a pile on the bench- Bother. Was it his or the new guy's? He squinted, trying to look closer, but the uniform towel color didn't help. Just grab one and then scramble for glasses once his shame was quickly covered.
It didn't feel like terry cloth once he lifted it, though, and he squinted to make out gold lining- hell, it was the guy's jacket.
And a big one too. He swallowed and dropped it immediately. "Sorry! Sorry, just... looking for my eyes ahaha... um."
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2012 3:10 pm
Rep watched Jerry with a very faint smirk, getting a thrill out of the deferential way the other man reacted. He liked the ones he could push around, they were always the most fun. "Yeah you'd better be sorry." he chuckled smugly. "******** homos everywhere in this place, can't even have a shower in peace." Never mind Jerry'd been there first.
However, Rep's smug look vanished as he followed Jerry's progress across the room, watching pause.. no he'd better not.. that was his.
"He...HEY." he snarled much too late, launching the bottle of shower gel right at Jerry.
"That's my ******** JACKET." he had a distinct pride in his jacket, its sun was a lovely satisfying little emblem of masculinity and it looked good to boot. He did not want to have naked men touching it. Ever. His awkwardness temporarily forgotten, he stormed over to Jerry, still dripping wet, like some nightmare highlander and folded it up again, before making a very spirited attempt to give Jerry an angry shove out of the way.
"Get your ******** naked away from my gear."
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2012 3:15 pm
Jerry staggered back with only the grace of a scrawny guy who had been shoved around most of his life could accomplish, catching himself before he fell- at least until he backed up into the bench and went tumbling over it with a yelp.
At least the clattering of his own pile of things helped him blindly locate his glasses.
He kept his breathing even, and his eyes averted as he groped for the plastic frames, mumbling quietly, "M'not gay. Sorry to disappoint."
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2012 3:26 pm
At the very least Jerry's fall made Rep feel somewhat better, rekindling old lingering instincts, he was one of life's natural bullies, getting his own highs from other people's lows. And Jerry, well Jerry seemed like an easy target, a nice easy way to vent his anger at having what he'd hoped was a peaceful shower ruined by someone elses precence.
He might have made some cold comment about how this was /his/ showering time and left it at that. Might have had he not read into the other man's comment with outright anger.
"Dissapoint? The ******** that meant to mean? You think I /hope/.. you scrawny little p***k." He had to fight his usual instinct to get right up in someone's face when being vindictive at them. "Listen you are the f*****t here, creeping around shower rooms when decent people are trying to get a ******** wash, what were you waiting on, one of the other scummy guys to come round and keep you company? "
He flexed his hands, fighting the surprisingly instinctual urge to summon Tracey, already starting to see the merits of having a weapon on call all day every day.
"Listen, if I catch you in here when I want to shower again, I'll do more than shove you."
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2012 3:29 pm
Jerry was smiling softly, a distant look on his face as he carefully pulled his glasses onto his face, blinking as the world swam into focus.
"You don't want to fight me," He said simply, reaching for his towel as he pulled himself to his feet.
His own coat lay with its intermediate stripes glistening on the bench, Roar in his whistle form glinting with a flicker of green light at his chest.
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2012 3:33 pm
Rep laughed raucously, in the world he'd left behind most people as slight of build as Jerry weren't foolish enough to stand up to him. His grin was almost manic as he eyed the other man like a predator that thought it had found itself an easy meal. He wasn't bright enough to think perhaps the rules were different here, nor that someone standing up to such an assault had reason for doing so.
"Oh ho ho. Dooon't I?" he practically purred. "What are you going to do Speccy? GEEK me to death?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2012 3:37 pm
"I haven't been myself lately," He mumbled, concentrating on tucking his make-shift skirt around. It was easy to just pretend the other man wasn't standing there wet and naked. Usually he would have screamed and run by now.
His heart wasn't in anything really, even showering conversations.
"I woo-w-wouldn't want to hurt you."
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2012 3:45 pm
Rep's mind was very much on his prey rather than any other self concious thoughts from earlier as he laughed, this time in genuine amusement. This guy was hilarious. "Are you ********' kidding me man? I mean seriously. YOU. Hurt me? I could rip you limb from scrawny little limb." The more he thought about summoning Tracey, the more the earrings at the top of his ears that were the axe's desummoned form glowed. He was utterly on a powerthrill at this point, slinking a little closer. There had to be extra manly points for scaring someone off while dressed in nothing at all.
"I'd like to see you ******** try, the men on this island are barely worthy of the name, you are all little homo /pets/. No you couldn't hurt me, you should just check yourself before you wreck yourself."
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2012 3:49 pm
Jerry's eyes narrowed, his faint smile remaining as he finally glanced up to meet Rep's eyes, "How long have you been here, Trainee? That's a lot of confidence for someone without a stripe on their jacket. Have you even taken a mission yet?"
He was being stupid. He should just walk away. But he was tired. And maybe he was looking for a fight. With his glasses now, the face looked more familiar... ah. It was that rascal from their Twitter-system. That only seemed to steel his courage more. But he would let Rep make the first move.
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2012 3:54 pm
Oh so the guy /did/ have some fight left in him, well that was just fine with Rep. "Been here long enough to know its wall to wall nancies. Its like a ******** commune." He did however get a slight, /slight/ sinking feeling at the mention of a lack of a stripe on his jacket. Maybe he was picking a fight with some high ranking...acccountant or something. "And I don't need to have been on any ******** missions to know that." He figured he had to up the ante a bit and focused on the only thing Jerry was wearing that involved not looking at his waist.
"I don't take attitude from little men with little faggy whistles."
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2012 4:00 pm
"I think a penny whistle is quite fitting for both Roar and myself, honestly," He was almost sounding like himself again, happily taking this distraction and focus on it. "Now remind me... was it left ear or right ear? You have both earings going on and I forget the whole 'which marks you homosexual' or not. There's less of them around here than you think, but I do have a few friends I could introduce you to if that is what you're looking for." Another, brighter smile, as though he was just asking for his teeth to be punched in.
Maybe he was.
He was feeling a lot better.
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