Wellington: *Has an annoyed look on his face as he enters the
showering room, one hand holding up the edge of the towel around his
waist and the other carrying a small bag with various toiletries in it. He
stops in the middle of the white-tiled room and glances about to make
sure Redd isn't nearby, biting his lip in concern, then breathes a sigh
and sits down on a plastic stool in one of the open shower stalls and
starts lathering his legs in fruity shower gel before getting out a
razor and beginning to shave them.*
Matt: *walks into the room after Wellington, towel around his
waist, his hair flipped back out of his face. Glances over to Wellington
and makes a disgusted face, while pausing in his movement*
Matt: Dude, are you shaving your legs?
Wellington: *Flinches and stops shaving, looking up at Matt. He
squints, unable to recognize Matt by appearance since he looks like
nothing more than a human blur from that distance and isn't wearing
recognizable colors, but he places the voice and realizes it's his cell
neighbor after a moment. He then freezes up and stares at Matt, tense and
wary, remembering the subtle threats and the disturbing and dangerous
appearance he sometimes undertakes.*
Wellington: ...
Wellington: *He nervously glances to the side and flicks the
suds off his razor.* Yes, I am. Just because most other men like to have
nests of itchy unkempt tangles of hair on their legs doesn't mean I
should have to suffer it, too. There's nothing wrong with keeping myself
good-looking.
Matt: *Pauses for a moment before shrugging his shoulders and
striding over to the shower stall next Wellington's. His eyes flicker
over to the can of fruity shaving gel and he smirks, chuckling to himself
as he steps into the stall.* I never said there was anything wrong
with it. Just didn't expect it. Especially with that girly gel stuff.
Wellington: *sneers a bit at that remark* Most mens' shaving
gel smells revolting. I'd rather smell like this than like rancid soap.
Wellington:*turns a bit so he's facing away from Matt and
concentrates on getting a few hairs he missed on his right leg*
Matt: *Raises an eyebrow in Wellington's direction but just
plays if off as a one of the many weird quirks the other man has. Takes a
few moments to organize his soaps and shampoo in the order he likes.*
Matt: ... *Glances back to Wellington, annoyed that he isn't
trying to talk to him, so he searches for a way to strike up a
conversation.* ...So, you get along with that wheelchair guy, right?
Wellington: *visibly tenses his pale shoulders* ...I suppose
you could say I do. He is rather... tolerable, for a cheap
leotard-wearing handicapped man covered in birds, isn't he? Well, at least he doesn't
seem inclined to attack me or... or threaten me, like some of
the other beasts in here do.
Wellington: *lowers his head a bit more as he works to finish
scraping away the hairs on his left leg*
Matt: *Grins, turning his head to the entrance of the showering
room.* Is that Redd who just walked in..?
Wellington: W-wh--ah!! *fumbles and knocks over the open bottle
of shower gel and stumbles to his feet, clutching the edge of the
divider and squinting fearfully at the entrance... but he doesn't see
anyone coming in. He pauses, taking in a few deep collective breaths, then
grits his teeth and spins to face Matt, clutching the edge of his towel
to keep it from falling off* Why are you-- he's... he's not there! Are
you an idiot or are you just trying to--... I... *grimaces and
hurriedly sits back down and picks up the now half-empty bottle of gel
to put the cap back on, breathing hard and obviously both irritated and
on edge*
Matt: *Laughs harshly, turning his back to Wellington and
starting the shower, waiting for the water to heat up.* I was just playing
with you, man. Don't worry so much. Redd's a total pushover and as long
as you stick by me, he can't do anything. *Notices the spilled gel and
frowns but says nothing about it.* You aren't going to last long with
these guys if you jump and every little thing. Grow some back bone!
Wellington: ....... *Shakes with something between rage and
nervousness, but is looking sideways instead of at Matt. He tosses the
used razor in the general direction of a waste bin across the room, not
caring to look to see if it made it in, and then decisively stands up to
turn on his own shower, taking disappointment in that the water isn't
making enough noise to drown out the sound of Matt's talking.*
Wellington: ...I'm not jumpy. And I'm not afraid of that
simple-minded barbarous ape. I just... I'd rather not have to
go through him ruining any more of my designer apparel, it's so much
trouble to replace such valuable commodities in a low-class place like
this. *crosses his arms bitterly*
Matt: *Is a bit surprised to see Wellington so upset, but makes
sure to not show it and instead keeps smiling.* He broke your glasses
didn't he? That sucks... *Pauses to test the water and decides its not
ready yet.* We could get back at him somehow.
Wellington: *brushes the long coil of hair out of his face and
finally glances over at Matt* "Get back at him"...? ...Why would you
have any interest in doing that? Did he break something of yours?
*snorts* He is a rather large and clumsy beast, I'm sure if you put him around
anything fragile, he'll break it.
Wellington: *steps back into his stall and takes his towel off
so he can get under the water, grabbing a small bottle of strawberry
shampoo and lathering a liberal amount of it into his hair*
Matt: *Shrugs to himself before removing his towel and throwing
it carelessly over the stall divider. Steps under the water, running a
hand through his hair.* The guy's an ass to everyone including me. Why
wouldn't I want to get back at him? He hates me cause this chick of
his totally has the hots for me over him. Well duh, look at him. I bet
she would have wanted you or even the wheelchair dude over him too.
Anyway, he got all pissy.
Matt: *Grabs the first bottle of soap, squeezing it into his
hand, before rubbing it on his face and rinsing the face wash off.* So
yeah. I wouldn't mind seeing the jerk get what he has coming to him. What
about you?
Wellington: *makes a disgruntled noise as Matt's towel hits him
in the face and irritatedly throws it back, intending to throw it all
the way over, but it gets caught over the top and hangs over the
divider.*
Wellington: ...... *gets a little confused over half of what
Matt said, but ponders the revenge part of it while rinsing the shampoo
out of his hair* ...Of course, that creature deserves some misery and I
agree that I'd enjoy seeing some befall him. *regards the divider
between them* ...Did you concoct a plan of some sort, or are you just
chatting? If you're planning on adding me into some scheme of yours, you
should know that I have no intention of going near that buffoon, if it can
be helped. I have enough trouble and annoyances to deal with in
this prison without him and his violence. *starts rubbing some of the
shower gel onto his skin, hoping that Matt doesn't have much more to say
so that he can focus on getting clean*
Matt: *Takes no notice of the towel hitting Wellington and
continues to now lather up his hair.*
Matt: No plan as of yet, dude. I'm more or less scouting out
people who don't like the guy and would be willing to help. I am open to
any ideas you might have. I just figured that since we were here alone
without him breathing down your neck, I'd bring it up. Think wheelchair
guy would want to team up with us?
Wellington: *runs fingers through his wet hair and lets the
water rinse the suds off his skin while he contemplates Matt's words* It
looks to me like he's more interested in giving charity to lost little
birds and pests than anything like revenge... not that I've seen Redd
even do anything to him. He has no reason to oppose him.
Wellington: *rubs his temples* ......Don't you ever get tired
of talking? --Erm.... I mean... that is, don't you ever get tired of
talking about Redd? There's only a certain number of people I'd want to
think about while showering, and he is certainly not one of them.
Matt: *Frowns, tilting his head back and is silent for a few
seconds as he washes his hair of the shampoo. Realizes he doesn't like
the silence at all.* Forgive me for ruining your precious alone time,
though I can't say I don't feel the same way. Do you have something better
to talk about then?
Wellington: *feels a growing tick of irritation not being
soothed by the warm water, and grits his teeth, suddenly feeling more tired
of Matt than afraid of him, especially since the divider hides him from
view* ...How about NOTHING? A classy person like myself shouldn't have
to listen to irrelevant banter at every hour of the day and night! Do
have any idea how much sleep I lose at night with your incessant
chatter, combined with Redd's intentionally irritating little habits? You're
just as bad as he is sometimes! You even talk in your sleep! Do you
know how hard it is to maintain my flawless good looks without an adequate
night's sleep?! *picks up a bottle of conditioner and starts squeezing
some of it into his hand*
Matt: *His frown contorts to a look of pure rage as he hastily
switches the shower off. Grabs his towel and wraps it around his waist,
smoothing his hair back out of his way, mumbling* ...Think I talk to
much... *Steps out of the stall and turns to glare at Wellington's back,
which is not the scared look from him he wants to see.* You little
shit.
Matt: *Reaches forward to shove him in the back towards the
wall.* I was trying to be friendly and civil to you, but if you don't want
my help or think I'm annoying, I will stop acting so nice to you.
*Stands up as tall as he can, tilting his head back to glare down at
Wellington.*
Wellington: *The bottle slips from his hands unnoticed as he's
shoved into the wall, and his face quickly switches to an expression of
terror under the force of Matt's unmasked glare, while the shower knob
presses painfully against his spine. He gasps and grabs at Matt's
arms, attempting to push the larger man back.* I-I... I was... I... I
didn't mean to--... j-just let me go!
Matt: *Smiles wickedly at Wellington, grabbing his arms and
pushing them back into the wall as well.* What was that, dude? I can't
quite make out what you are saying...
Wellington: I... *starts shaking visibly* I didn't mean it!!
I-I'll do whatever you say! Just don't--... don't hurt me, okay?! *turns
his face to the side and closes his eyes tight, unable to maintain eye
contact with Matt's cruel glare*
Matt: *Releases his grip on him and takes a small step back,
grinning as sweetly as he can* Dude, that sounds like a totally great
plan! Redd won't know what hit him. I'm finished here though, but I'll see
you around later, okay? I still have to show you the pictures of my
cat! Don't let me forget! *Waves excitedly at him and with one hand on
the towel around his waist, leaves the showering room.*
Wellington: *Slumps to his knees as soon as he's released,
staring at the floor and attempting to get his shaking under control. Once
he's able to stand, he takes a deep breath and does so, turns off the
water, and puts his towel back around his waist. He doesn't bother
styling his hair into its usual shape as he simply walks out of the
showering room with his shoulders slumped, back to his cell.*