Day 30: Men's Showers (Fourth Shift)

[broken-exorcist.livejournal.com]

As though his conversation during the last shift hadn't been terrible enough... the way that girl had treated him like a child, it was just another nail in the coffin to be herded along to the showers with all the other children.  Allen knew he must be dirty, but he was far from enthusiastic about the idea of public nudity. 

When he arrived, however, he was relieved to be the first one in the room.  Perhaps he could get this over with and get moving before very many others showed up.  He was too tired to argue with the nurses, but at least they were kind enough to help him get the water to a decent temperature before leaving him to his business.  He was a little unsteady, but better than this morning.  His shoulder ached, though after a few minutes under the warm water, he could feel it starting to relax.  If he could just tune out everything else around him, this shift might even be a little bit pleasant.

[[waiting for captain pedo pants hitsu]]

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[forgot-my-life.livejournal.com]

Takaya was already in a bad mood, but maybe a shower would help calm him down. Talking to that girl sure hadn't... she'd only brought up bad memories and a renewed desire to see his sister or hell, even Haruie.

Which led his thoughts to Naoe which just made him more pissed off. He snarled at his nurse, whose only reaction was to shove soap, shampoo, and a washcloth into his hands and point sternly at the showers.

He flipped her off, for good measure, but stalked into the showers anyway, wrenching violently at a tap.

He had to calm down, that other part of him reasoned. He was going to wind up drugged again.

[myopic-mousse.livejournal.com]

[Mind if a Myopic Amazon joins you? :D]

Hot water would have previously been a blessing for the Amazon. Mousse had that nasty habit of unexpectedly turning into a duck (why was cold water more prevalent than warm?) and the sure-fire way to reverse it was always to turn up the heat. Even without the duck, though, the man did enjoy a nice, long shower.

It was a wonder that he managed to hide the scalpels and extention cord in the folds of his clothing as he set them neatly aside to be collected after the shower. He debating sneaking a pair of scalpels in within his hair, just as a safety measure, but he felt as if the nurses were watching him too closely and instead opted to slip under the faucets unarmed. He glanced to his side and noticed the figure showering next to him. "Oh, Hello!" He said, trying to be polite and perhaps broaden his horizons.

[undesirableone.livejournal.com]

Harry had lived in a dorm for his secondary school years and the last year he had spent huddled in a tent with his friends, but that didn't mean he was any more used to the idea of showering around other people. His vision was blurry without his glasses, but he left them with his clothes. One of his hands folded above his heart, covering the locket-shaped burn scar on his chest but showing off the scars on the back of his hand. He wasn't very self-conscious about his scars, other than the one on his forehead which had earned him plenty of stares, but he was uncomfortable with the idea of being naked around so many strangers. He hadn't ever even really gotten used to it at Hogwarts, but at least then he had had Ron around to joke about it with.

It would be better to get this done quickly, then he could continue his search for Hermione. He ducked his head under the stream of warm water, letting it soak his hair run down his body. At least this felt good, he had to admit. It felt like forever since he had had a decent shower.

[adorkabledragon.livejournal.com]

[Hope you don't mind a dragon! If you do have plans, I can delete.]

Having run around naked for most of his life (dragons don't need clothes, after all), Keman wasn't exactly "body shy." Still, being a naked halfblood in a room full of naked humans wasn't exactly the most comfortable experience in the world. It was pretty...awkward.

Thankfully, the room wasn't that full yet. He picked a shower head off in a corner, empty save for a black haired boy about his age and height. The water was cold at first, so cold that he swore a bit before it finally started to heat up. He turned the hot water tap almost as far as it would go, and just let the water run over him. The still-healing gashes on his chest stung a bit when the water hit them, but the benefits far outweighed the cons. The warm water was nice and relaxing, and for the first time since the riot at breakfast, his headache was finally beginning to go away.

[mylackofeffort.livejournal.com]

Quatre felt a relieved when he came into the showers. Relena was okay and he had spoken with her. Now all that was left to do was to make sure that Heero and Duo were still in one piece. He hadn't been able to find them, though admittedly he hadn't been looking very hard. He felt a tinge of guilt over it but shoved it aside.

They should be in the shower, so Quatre kept an ear out for them as he washed himself.

[manhattan-red.livejournal.com]

That had just been plain rude, the way they'd directed him away from the girl in the sun room. He was still curious about her, darn it! Not to mention that he hadn't gotten to spend nearly as much time in the light from the windows there as he'd wanted. He needed to get outside and feel it for real...

Brooklyn also insisted that he was too old to be grouped up with the children. He was second in command of his clan! He'd nearly reached the end of his juvenile years. But his pleas fell on deaf ears.

It wasn't until he was actually in the showers that he realized what was being asked of him. Showering was a human cleaning ritual, and one that gargoyles had no need to participate in. Their awakening from stone every evening rid them of all filth was well as injuries so bathing wasn't required. Humans didn't have that luxury. So now he was hardly used to this body himself and he was going to have to show it off to others? No thank you.

Undressing as asked, he covered himself with a towel and shuffled off to an empty shower head... but didn't turn it on. He just stared at it as something else foreign and confusing. There were too many complicated things about being human.

[son-ofkrypton.livejournal.com]

[Mind if Clark jumps in? :3]

Clark's face was red as he stepped into the actual shower area and realized it was communal. And, unlike the showers back at his school's locker rooms, there weren't any dividers.

Keeping his head down, clutching a towel around his waist - the one supplied was way, way too small, made for a kid who was shorter than he was - and trying not to let it fall down, he crossed the tile floors of the showers. Eventually he'd have to strip down all the way because it'd be impossible to shower with a towel on, but Clark decided he'd worry about that when he actually got that far. He eventually picked out a shower that was hopefully out of the way, although it wasn't exactly private. Looking around, he realized that there was really no places to hide, which was probably the point in a place like this; they wouldn't want their patients/prisoners being able to conceal themselves to plan. Or to hurt others, looking at the riot.

It took him a few seconds to notice that the guy next to him was doing something weird - he was just looking at the shower head as if he didn't know how to use it. Forgetting for a moment that the two of them were almost just this side of naked, Clark spoke up:

"Do you need any help with that?" he asked.

[roger-hug.livejournal.com]

Once again, Bridget found himself forced to entrust Roger to a nurse. He was leery, but she promised him that he'd get his 'toy' back. Pfft. Roger. A toy. How silly.

Stripping, the young man had no problems showering and went about the task while humming softly to himself. He wondered what he would do tonight as well as where he would go after he was done here.

[usoppsenchou.livejournal.com]

[If you had plans, I'll be happy to skedaddle :D]

He hadn't appreciated being woken from his nap, but the truth was that he felt much better after it, brief as it had been. The haze on his mind was almost entirely gone now, though his limbs still felt a bit odd or weak. Not so much that he needed any help undressing or heading into the showers, ignoring the glaring orderlies to the side, and as soon as he was in he glanced around. If being drugged really was like being drunk, he'd bet on being right back to normal once he'd had a nice shower.

Seeing a familiar face, he headed over, pleased to see Bridget was still around. They'd only talked a little while on the buses, but Bridget had seemed really nice and Usopp hadn't seen the young man since that nasty mess with the bus attack. Roger was missing, he hoped that was to avoid shower mold and not a permanent loss.

"Hi, Bridget! It's nice to see you." Usopp grinned, turning on his own faucet. He didn't really care about their mutual nudity; after all, they were both guys.

[faithful-frost.livejournal.com]

Haku smiled at the nurse who ushered him into the showers. He wasn't worried about it, thankful he was deemed well enough to actually be allowed to bathe on his own.

After stipping and stepping infront of a shower head, he turned the water on and looked down at himself. A massive bruise covered his left side and back, but it was turning that ugly green/yellow at the edges that said it was healing. He was lucky to even be alive and so felt rather pleased by the marks. At least they didn't activly hurt.

He doubted Zabuza-san would feel the same though....

[faithful-frost.livejournal.com]

((Moving down a few threads.))

[dawn-rune.livejournal.com]

[free for threading ^_^]

Frey had been quite happy when they told him it was time for washing up, but once the nurse led him into the bathing area he found himself quite disappointed. He'd been hoping for a nice, relaxing bath, but this seemed to be something quite different.

Surreptitiously eyeing the people around him, Frey learned that turning the knobs on the wall caused water to fall from a metal contraption higher up. It seemed relatively simple, so he chose a spot and experimented with the gadget. At first he got a shock of icy water, but with a little more fiddling he managed to get the temperature nice and warm.

Convenient things, these 'showers', but not nearly as pleasant as a bath.

[for-marian.livejournal.com]

[available for pestering]

Having to leave his cane behind with his clothes made Leon distinctly unhappy. It would be nice to get clean, yes, but being unable to walk away from any moron who decided to pester him sucked. Well, hopefully people would leave him alone for a change.

After wrenching the shower knobs around to the desired temperature, Leon started washing his hair, wrinkling his nose at the smell of the shampoo.

[byname-bynature.livejournal.com]

"Sean, come HERE!"

"If you think you're going to get me to set one foot inside that bacteria-riddled, public health violation, you obviously not been paying attention for the last six days!" Artemis' nurse had him by the waist, while the boy was clinging desperately to his wheelchair. He'd rather die than bathe in public. Meanwhile, Nurse Hedgerow couldn't understand why Sean was so lively. He'd been drugged only a few hours ago--surely the drugs hadn't already worn off?

Finally, she had an orderly yank the chair away and she dragged a livid Artemis Fowl through the doorway. One might liken the experience to bathing a cat, complete with similar expression of the intended victim.

At least she let him undress himself. He firmly refused to change while there were other people looking, so he forced Nurse Hedgerow to hold a towel up so he could strip in private. She especially was forbidden to look. When he was done, he snatched the towel from her hands and wrapped it firmly around his waist.

"Remove the bandages, and quickly. I want to finish this sad excuse for hygiene as soon as possible."

"Now Sean, that's no way to--" She stopped, frowning, and unraveled more of the bandages on his shoulder. He had words written on his flesh underneath the bandages--on his lower back too. Nasty words--insults.

"Sean Patrick Malloy!" She cried, pointing a finger at the words. "What is this?!"

The boy resisted the urge to roll his eyes, "My injur--" He looked back, eyes wide.

It said 'IDIOT' and 'MORON' on his shoulder. As though written with a thick, black marker. A few of the letters were cut off, but those were definitely the words on his shoulder. What in the world had caused that?

"Turn around!" She ordered, and snatched the towel from Artemis' hands. The words were all down his back too. To the backs of his knees. Surely Sean couldn't have written all those words by himself. "Who did this to you?" She demanded. "Tell me now, Sean."

"I-I don't know!" Artemis protested, and he really didn't. Unless the nighttime nurses had taken up writing insults on the backs of their victims when they struck, the boy genius was flabbergasted.

"Sean, if someone is bullying you, the Head Doctor needs to know. Is it Christopher?"

"No!" Artemis responded immediately, snatching the towel back and draping it around his shoulders. "No, he didn't do this!"

"Well," she said, straightening up, hands on her hips. "Wash it off. All of it. I hope you'll tell me who did this after your shower, Sean."

Artemis walked to the showerhead furthest from everyone else, hunched over and in his towel. How humiliating. Naked, injured, and permanent marker insults written across his back and arse. This day was getting better and better.

[tsunagari.livejournal.com]

Christopher. That was what they referred to that ninja from the Village Hidden in the Mist, wasn't it? Haku. Sai heard the name as he made his way to his own shower, from a boy that he'd definitely seen around but never spoken to. The way he dismissed the nurse's question inferred that he did in fact know Haku, if they were referring to the same "Christopher", and that left the leaf ninja mildly curious.

Even more curious were the words written on the boy in what looked to be ink. It wasn't likely the same ink that Sai himself used for his ninjutsu, but he was interested to find out where it came from all the same. Any leads on how he might be able to use his techniques here...

He could have started off with any number of questions as he made his way over to the boy, but attempting to be polite was usually the best way to start off a conversation that he wanted to go anywhere. So he began with a basic "Hello."

[osakapwnzu.livejournal.com]

"Hey, thanks babe~" Heiji said, taking the towel his nurse offered and proceeding to strip down in front of her. It wasn't all that hard. Shirt, sweatpants... oh right, bandages.

Heiji's nurse carefully removed the delicate wrappings. Fortunately, the teen detective had removed the scalpels he'd shoved down there during the riot while waiting for Tyler to wake up. It was quite the ordeal, but eventually all of the bandages were removed from Heiji's arms, neck, torso and legs. Was there a part of him that wasn't bandaged?

"Alright!" Heiji picked up his towel and dropped his underwear. "Showertime!" His nurse watched him go, surprised. Well, if Harley still believed he was from Japan, maybe that's why he didn't have a problem with public bathing.

"Hey, you," He turned around, facing his nurse. "Don'tcha think it's a little perverted t'watch a buncha underaged kids shower?"

"I'm a nurse, Mr. Hartwell," She replied, frowning. "I've seen it all."

"Right~" Heiji grinned and walked towards the spigots, "Keep up the good work, then!"

Heiji watched, smirking lightly as his flustered nurse stalked out of the bathroom, claiming she needed some air. Ah, hot water...

"ITEE!" Heiji shouted when it struck his wounds. Damn, that smarted!

[forgot-it-all.livejournal.com]

Ritsuka didn't mind public bathing, except for the fact that he was injured at the moment. Thankfully here people probably wouldn't pay too much attention to the bruises and how they were more like fists and scratches than monster bites and claw marks. His nurse waited while he undressed and then removed the bandages carefully one by one. Ritsuka waited for a minute before he finally shoved her hands off and did it himself, ripping the final one off his face with a grimace.

"Really now, Jordan, you shouldn't go aggravating them like that," she chided, frowning at him. Ritsuka just looked away and ignored her, waiting for her to leave so he could go into the shower room. With an exasperated sigh, she finally did and he entered the steam filled room.

The first thing he saw was Tamaki, speaking animatedly with Ed. The twelve year old wanted to bang his head into the wall. It looked like he got Hikaru and Kaoru worked up over nothing. Still, he was glad Tamaki was feeling even a little better and turned to find an open shower when a tallish kid suddenly started screaming in a very distinctive Osakan accent - next to one of the few open stalls left. Ritsuka rolled his eyes and moved over to it, turning on the water.

"Your voice echoes in here so keep it down," he snapped, giving Heiji an unamused look. He didn't mind loud people, Yuiko was loud after all, but Ritsuka had a headache and he'd be damned if the Osakan made it worse.

[willhexabitch.livejournal.com]

Reid Garwin wasn't a docile lamb by any stretch of the imagination, and so it said something to see him sitting shirtless on a locker room bench, elbows on his knees, hands restlessly ruffling his hair. It was the lockdown alarm that'd woken him up--needless to say, the last few hours had been a serious fucking test of his patience and sanity.

After all, the last he remembered was waking up here, and the overgrown bats, and his magic...

That was the most important thing. His magic. What the fuck did being spirited away to a demented loony bin in the day--turned sadistic survival game come night--matter when he barely had any Power left? The warlock could cope with a lot of things, and being up and about was proof of that, but just not a lack of magic. He shivered a little, still absently working his hands. Probably the hardest thing for Reid to deal with.

[shyboyblue.livejournal.com]

Tyler was still feeling slightly dazed as his orderly nudged him not so gently into the locker room. At least they'd unshackled him last shift, and he'd caught a short nap in the sunroom, trying to sleep off more of the drugs lingering in his system. Now he was just relieved there was going to be a shower. Maybe the water would help clear his head?

He undressed quickly, not really paying attention to what was going on him, moving mechanically, his mind elsewhere, though he didn't know where. He was trying not to think, trying not to panic over why his Power was gone, trying not to have another panic attack.

Trying not to panic over the fact that he was here alone and magic-less. It was like a walking nightmare, one he desperately wished he could wake up from.

Trying his best to ignore the other males around him - locker rooms were nothing new to Tyler, and he took it in stride, more interested in getting to the showers than going through the awkwardness a few of the others seemed to be feeling - Tyler shed his clothing in a careless heap on the tile floor and moved towards the showers with a quiet sigh.

[multiweapon.livejournal.com]

It had been four days since Haseo had found himself in the Landels Institute. Though the basic humanistic needs had been addressed, namely sleeping and eating, he didn't think that he would have been here long enough to have to worry about something like showering. At home he took a shower every day, but here he had been avoiding the necessity out of the sheer uncomfortability it was sure to cause. Having to clean himself as he was (his character) not only was awkward as all hell, but he'd never had to participate in any group showering before. As he was ushered in by one of the nurses he did immediately turned in the opposite direction with the intent of bounding to another room, though the physical blockade he was met with prevented him from doing so.

"Oh, man.." Haseo slumped his shoulders and looked down at his meager attire. He tugged at his shirt sleeve, relented, and looked back at the nurse that had escorted him in a pleading manner. There wasn't enough fingers or toes to count how many ways he didn't want to do this shower thing. But with a shake of the nurses head, the rogue gave averse groan, and pulled the bottom seam of his shirt up over his head. The flesh being uncovered, he took a moment to brief over the intricate red wavemarks that had been veiled by the fabric.

He took the rest of what he was wearing off carefully, making sure to cover whatever he could with a towel around the waist. No matter what they said, he was taking a shower in that damned towel. Sheesh, when he'd been told that people had a special connection with there characters scenarios like this had never even crossed his mind.

After that, he took the couple towels provided and darted off on his own in an attempt to chose the most secluded shower away from the majority of the people--An impossible feat considering the lack of dividers. 'Why the hell would people be talking while taking a shower? Egh.. I don't even want to know.' Taking the soap/shampoo, the rogue began feverishly scrubbing at his hair. All the while he scrubbed Haseo tried to pretend he was in an empty room.

[lighthearted]

While it had been nice to meet Junior all over again, now it looked like it was time for a shower. Sora was almost getting used to the communal thing, and it helped that there were only other boys his age that he had to share with, but he was still pretty red in the face as he entered the steamy room with a towel around him.

Luckily, there was something else to focus on to take his mind off of his embarrassment. Since he hadn't had a chance to eat breakfast that morning (and they apparently weren't having lunch today), Sora was starving. He figured they would have to have dinner, so he knew he just needed to hold out for that long. It was next shift, right?

As Sora reached one of the only empty showers left (next to a guy who had some interesting markings; though he kept his eyes averted for the most part, those were hard to miss), he glanced down to his arm which was still bandaged from the night before. With a frown, he pulled the wrapping away and hoped the warm water wouldn't cause it to sting too badly.

With that taken care of, he reached forward to turn on the water and then started to awkwardly remove his towel. Would to be better to keep quiet or try to talk to the boy next to him? Sora had ended up having some interesting conversations in the showers before, so he wasn't sure if he should waste an opportunity. And the other patient looked pretty nervous -- maybe some reassurance would help?

"I... know it's really weird, but you kinda get used to it," he offered, a little lamely.

[whiteychan.livejournal.com]

As much as he relished the thought of getting clean, the thought of showering in this hellhole while surrounded by prepubescent children didn't sit well with him. Still, it had been a while since he'd had the opportunity to clean himself, and he wasn't about to refuse the opportunity.

He took off his clothes, wincing slightly as his body protested the motions. He was still a little bit sore in places, but that would fade in time. He stepped into the shower and stood under one of the faucets, quite intentionally looking ~up~ and doing his best to avoid looking at anyone around him.

After all, these were children.

Ew.

Still, even glancing up, his eyes caught a kid with white hair similar to his, showering next to him. The scar over his eye seemed vaguely familiar, as well.

Oh...right. He was the kid that Renji dealt with before. Allen Walker, right? The kid he needed to talk with at some point.

...great.

"Allen Walker?" he asked, keeping his attention focused on the showerhead. How did they design these, anyways?

[broken-exorcist.livejournal.com]

He'd been almost in a trance, staring at the floor, letting the water run over his back and shoulders, but he looked up with some surprise when someone called him by name. It was bad enough that he was in here showering amid all these kids, but that someone actually recognized him?! It was near humiliating!

He glanced over just long enough to ascertain who it was, before taking on a similar stance, that is, staring at the wall in front of him(it didn't help that the tilework wasn't very interesting) and not at the person standing in the shower next to his. "Can... can I help you c-captain?" The boy had told him he wanted to speak with him about last night, but here?!

[sasuke-of-sound.livejournal.com]

The conversation with Allen had been satisfying to a certain extent, and it had reminded Sasuke in an odd way that his former team hadn't been around for a while. There was always the possibility that he and Mark were completely wrong and the Institute had no purpose or method whatsoever, and that that indeed had been Allen's friend, tortured and controlled for kicks. Sasuke had been completely certain when speaking with Allen, but if he thought about it ...

Still, asking his nurse to look for them resulted only in a tsking noise from her and a condescending set of congratulations again for not having participated in the morning's debacle. That only reminded him to ask her about River, and she finally sighed and told him to take a break; clearly talking to so many people had tired him.

So he'd ended up meditating in the Sun Room for the second shift of the day, bundled into a corner and congratulated again. He hadn't been completely unwilling -- the idea of finding his former team was almost as bad as the alternative -- and the rest was necessary.

It didn't make him respond any less sharply when, in the course of leading him to the showers (great, blind showering), the woman commented, "Now that you're making new friends, you should meet the boy who was Frank's roommate, Sean. He seems a very troubled child. His name is Kaden, if you happen to meet him!"

"Was?" He asked, but then felt himself half-pushed and half-guided through the door.

"You know I can't go in with you!" The woman sang, and clicked away. "Have fun, Sean!"

... was? Sasuke involuntarily thought back to the feeling of the corpse hitting him, but he'd already confirmed that it was a fake from Aidou. And who else would be throwing bodies over the balcony?

He managed, through a lot of picking his own memory, to deposit his clothes in the right place and find a shower, switching on the water. It had actually been a while since he'd managed to get a bath, but he couldn't relax.

[reunion.livejournal.com]

Kadaj had spent most if not all of the previous shift napping in the sun room and hadn't appreciated it at all when he'd been rudely awakened by the intercom and the shuffle of nurses and patients alike around him, but the fact that his next destination was the showers helped soothe his ruffled feelings a little. Standing under the water's spray might have been a bit too reminiscent of a certain part of his (ha) life than he would have liked, but at least it was still relaxing. He could have done without the presence of some of the other, more annoying patients, but since there wasn't much he could do about it...

Oh well. After leaving his nurse, taking off and putting away his clothes, and wandering into the showers, Kadaj wasted no time at all in finding one of the more easily accessible shower heads (which just so happened to place him next to some black-haired boy he'd never met-- how serendipitous) and switching it on.

Unfortunately, the shower head he'd selected also had the rather more undesirable trait of blasting him in the face with cold water for a second or two before finally reaching the desired temperature, and, fairly predictably, Kadaj was not very happy with this.

"Damn it," he hissed, jerking back automatically and fixing a glare on the offending piece of plumbing. If he'd been in a worse mood and hadn't minded being sedated and carted off like the rest of those rioters, he might have tried ripping it out of the wall, but since he wasn't and did, he had to settle for grumbling. Maybe he'd come back later during nightshift and destroy the thing.

[lost-metal.livejournal.com]

[Waiting for the boyfriend ^_~ ]

Ugh, they were even following him into the shower!! He'd glowered and snarled at the orderlies escorting him, but to no avail. They were still there, hovering just beyond the edge of the shower area.

Ed grimaced as he quickly stripped and found himself a shower head. He needed this. His hair was greasy and kinda' disgusting. But the water felt good against his skin, even if he still had to be careful about getting it on the automail. With a soft sigh, he leaned his forehead against the cool tile, hoping it would take away the last bits of fuzziness that he was feeling.

[the-clown-king.livejournal.com]

Tamaki was feeling somewhat better after talking with Alfons. He was such a nice person! They'd have to spend more time together. But he was still confused and upset, and still worried about Ed.

So it was little surprise that when he saw the other boy, his immediate instinctual reaction was to run and throw his arms around him in an almost desperate hug without any word of warning other than a hastily exclaimed 'thank goodness you're alright!'.

Forgetting, for the moment, that they were both very, very naked. And very much not alone.

[rectifies.livejournal.com]

It wasn't as though the concept of public bathing was beyond Ken. Japan liked that idea, after all, considering the number of bathhouses scattered across the country. No, Ken hated the thought of leaving those maps unfinished for a mere shower. Fifteen good minutes wasted on cleaning his person when it could be spent labeling the second floor. He could afford another day of smelling like sweat, but Yukari needed those maps tonight!

The nurse had ignored his objections all the way to the shower, although she was kind enough to allow him to drop off the maps in his room. (The boy couldn't trust them with her.) Any good feelings, however, evaporated when she had the nerve to help Ken undress, an act the boy considered to be extremely rude. He was eleven, for God's sake, not five.

A cold glare finally convinced the nurse her assistance was hardly appreciated, and Ken was able to deal with his clothes in peace. He then made his way to the nearest empty shower, ignoring the cold tile and the general unpleasantness of the situation. Two unfinished maps were waiting; he had no wish to waste any more time.

[udo-retrovirus.livejournal.com]

Junior wasn't happy to be leaving his conversation with Sora so early, but his nurse was insistent. It would be a couple more days before they were allowed to shower again, after all, and so on and so forth.

He just wished she would shut up. Sure, the conversation with his new (old?) friend may not have been the most cheerful ever, but it was still conversation, and he was getting more information about the place. Not to mention it wasn't a public shower, full of kids. The tattoo on his palm was easy enough to hide with clothes on; he could just cover it up with his sleeves. Hopefully, people would leave well enough alone, since he didn't feel much like explaining.

When he finally stepped into the room, Junior glanced around for the nearest empty shower hurried over to it. The quicker this was over, the quicker he could get back to his self-appointed mission of finding weaknesses in this place and getting the hell out. "You don't mind, do you?" he asked the boy beside him, nodding to the shower head.

[on-my-face.livejournal.com]

Zuko entered the showers flanked by the two orderlies, quickly shed his uniform, and stood under the water, too tired to be mortified that he was naked in front of a bunch other men or to be impressed by the building's plumbing. As the water ran down his face and flattened his hair over his eyes Zuko felt as though he should be taking this calm, quiet moment to contemplate his situation.

But he was too exhausted and overwhelmed by the influx of new information about Landel's to think straight. Zuko couldn't even recall at what point he'd just given up and accepted the far fetched tales from the other prisoners as truths. Especially the part about the difficulty of escaping. He couldn't accept that.

Zuko needed to return home.

[on-my-face.livejournal.com]

[To here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/296975.html).]

[flashyaudacity]

Kaito was careful to keep the cards hidden in his pocket while he stripped, just in case. His nurse carefully removed the bandages from body once they were exposed.

He took off as soon as the last bandage had come off, heading for the nearest showerhead. He wanted to get clean as fast as possible and then try to find Okita, if the man proved to be available.

Kaito turned on the water, grabbing the soap and waiting a moment for it to heat before stepping into the spray. He began to scrub his body, wincing at the feel of the warm, soapy water in his wounds.

A few minutes later, he was squeaky clean and back by his clothes, toweling dry. He called a nurse over to replace his bandages, dressing once they were secured. He followed the nurse for the sun room, hoping Okita had seen his note.

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When Danny was rushed to the showers, he was faced with a thought he hadn't even begun to contemplate the last few days: why hadn't they taken a shower yet? Now that the thought was in his mind, he felt absolutely dirty--especially after running around the past few nights, and getting a chunk taken out of his back. And now--they wanted him to shower in public?!

No, that was going too far.

Unfortunately, the nurse didn't seem to agree. "Now, Daniel," she said in that motherly way. "We can't have you go without a shower!" He began to grumble and throw a small tantrum, but the nurse simply stared at him as though she was threatening him. "Danny..." He grimaced a moment--he knew that tone. His mom used it when she was fed up struggling with him.

"Come on, I'm not taking a shower in there!" he whined. It was...public! Danny wasn't exactly confident enough to go around the bathrooms with his entire body exposed.

"Danny..." she sighed. "You don't want me to report you to the head doctor, do you?" A few seconds later, Danny reluctantly pulled off his shirt and began taking off his pants. If there was one thing he didn't want, it was to be caught by the guy who ran this place with his powers on the fritz. The nurse moved behind him and undid the bandages around his chest, placing them apart from his clothes. At the very last moment, he took off his underwear and placed it with the rest of his clothes, his back to the nurse. "Good boy, Danny!" she said cheerfully. "Now, go on!"

Self-consciously, he walked into the showers, turning on one of the showers. He simply stood there, letting the water run over him and his wounds, trying to ignore the pain of hot water on his back as much as possible.

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Hiei was no better now than he had been after the riot, when he'd ended up strapped to his bed. Sure, a doze in the Sun Room had taken the edge off his sedation, but the world was still blurred, certainly too much for the demon's liking. Not that being unsatisfied with his surroundings was anything new for Hiei, especially recently. But the drugs that made his responses slower, dulled his senses even more than this prison already did certainly didn't help the situation.

Neither did the orderly that had been standing guard over him the whole time. Thinking up ways to kill the human had ceased to amuse Hiei some time ago.

At least now he was given the chance to be clean. His partner was nowhere in sight, so the shower would be quick. Hiei was eager for the day to be done, for night to start when he could actually do something.

...And to escape humans who apparently couldn't figure out the simplest of tasks. Or so Hiei gathered from the look on the boy's face next to him. Hiei had no problem with his own nudity, and couldn't see why anyone else should.

"It doesn't work if you just stand there." Really, Hiei typically couldn't care less what some random idiotic human did. But if he was going to have to stand there while Hiei worked his way through a shower, then that human could at least look a little less stupid.

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Luffy had only really been partially aware of the last shift ending before the Cat Ladies came to escort him to the showers. That Kittan guy probably would have been more fun to talk with if he hadn't felt all weird and tired, although talking to someone had woken him up a bit. For the most part, he didn't feel quite as groggy, although the pirate could have still used a nap at some point.

"If you finish your shower early, you can go back to the sun room and sleep," his Cat Lady told him. She didn't speak so harshly to him anymore, apparently finding it in herself to forgive him for his antics in the cafeteria. Luffy didn't really care one way or the other, although it was much nicer not getting an earful whenever they went places.

Once he'd stripped and entered the showers, it didn't take him long to find a shower head. He wasn't his normal, bright and sunny self quite yet, but that didn't stop him from lathering a bunch of soap in his hands and forming a bubble beard on his face, and he smiled.

"Heehee!"

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Hisoka always hated shower days, he didn't care what anyone said. He was naked and wet and surrounded by idiots who would grow up eventually while he was stuck in this stupid-

He hated it and it didn't matter if absolutely nothing happened in there but cleaning, he was never going to like it. The boy scowled as he was escorted into the room before he turned to glare his nurse away. He didn't need her help to get undressed!

...So maybe he did. Hisoka winced as he slowly peeled away the shirt from his chest wounds. The monster in the kitchen had hit him hard, it was a wonder it hadn't broken anything. Oh well, it was a good thing, he supposed--though it would have been even better if he could have gotten more metal. He didn't really enjoy the idea of showing up at the alchemist's door with a bag full of a few drawers' worth of forks, knives and spoons.

The boy shook his head as he stole into the shower room and occupied the nearest possible shower. He was going to get this over with so he could leave.