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damned_institute2006-10-26 11:50 am
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Day 19 - Male Showers
It was in complete silence that Zack was moved from the cafeteria to the showers. Usually one would have expected him to be chatting with the nurse despite the fact that she happened to think he was a certain Parker Johnson, but... No, not today.
As he entered the showers, he stripped without having to be told (being in the military had accustomed him to this sort of thing) and paced over to a random shower head. Considering he had first pick, he chose one that happened to be slightly removed from most of the others. Once again, not his usual behavior, but...
Cloud was dead. He felt like he was going to vomit, but he didn't exactly want to--he'd just eaten and he'd like to keep that food in his stomach to keep his strength up. Still, he'd broken them both out of there and dragged Cloud across two continents with the intent of making sure he was safe...
He wondered if this was how it had felt for Cloud, when he'd been shot down, killed right in front of him.
...At least he hadn't had to witness it.
Turning the water on hotter than was probably healthy, Zack began to scrub himself down. Hopefully one of the people he'd contacted - Vincent or Kadaj, since they would have to be male - would find him and he could actually talk to someone about the whole situation. Because internalizing wasn't doing him much good.
As he entered the showers, he stripped without having to be told (being in the military had accustomed him to this sort of thing) and paced over to a random shower head. Considering he had first pick, he chose one that happened to be slightly removed from most of the others. Once again, not his usual behavior, but...
Cloud was dead. He felt like he was going to vomit, but he didn't exactly want to--he'd just eaten and he'd like to keep that food in his stomach to keep his strength up. Still, he'd broken them both out of there and dragged Cloud across two continents with the intent of making sure he was safe...
He wondered if this was how it had felt for Cloud, when he'd been shot down, killed right in front of him.
...At least he hadn't had to witness it.
Turning the water on hotter than was probably healthy, Zack began to scrub himself down. Hopefully one of the people he'd contacted - Vincent or Kadaj, since they would have to be male - would find him and he could actually talk to someone about the whole situation. Because internalizing wasn't doing him much good.
no subject
The nurse gave him a gentle shove into the showers. He stripped everything without hesitation. Removing the Landels-issue clothes was somewhat satisfying, actually, and just getting those mentally chafing symbols off of his body felt wonderful. He left the electrical tape wrapped carefully around his forearms, but that was all. He flicked a shower head on and stood beneath, face tilted toward the spray.
Oddly, the makeup on his face didn't wash off. It stuck like paint to his skin as he rinsed his hair and body, shaking his head and spraying a few droplets from the now soaking wet black shag that fell about his shoulders. He didn't much care if he was approached by someone to talk, but certainly wasn't initiating anything, humming softly to himself under his breath. Water slid over the countless scars on his chest, scars he shouldn't have (and hadn't) lived through. He was oblivious to all that, though, oblivious to his appearance and the people around him, the chatter in the room. His mind was clearly off somewhere else, just as at ease in a shower as on a rooftop, covered with the blood of ten men.