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Who: David; Sen
When: 2000
Where: The Showers
What: Getting To Work
Rating: NC-17 For Language and Sexual Situations

His first assignment in this place and it was in the showers. Apparently someone had busted one of the shower heads. He stood in front of the shower in his pale beige jump suit, a big box of tools next to him as he stretched to grab the shower head and Tape the crack in it groaning at the hot steam coming from the other stalls. he wiped his brow, taking his jumpsuit down to his hips, leaving him in just his t-shirt as he grabbed one of his wrenches, twitching the nut on it to tighten it.

"Goddamned inmates ... no sense at all ... fucken' assholes" he grumbled to himself, as he slipped, hitting the wall, growling. "Damnit!" He was soaked now, but he stood back up, getting back to work.

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Sen walked into the shower area, fingers curling about the bottom of his tshirt about to pull it off when he noticed the other man, hearing his string of curses.

He frowned slightly. "The showers working?" He asked, tilting his head to the side - certain he would hurt someone if he couldn't get a shower.

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Sen frowned at that. Why would someone with that freedom choose to live the same way as the rats living down here on level 3 and below.

"If I had the choice, I'd be up there eating roast dinners I could eat. Not the reheated crap."

Yet he wasn't sure if given the chance he'd leave this place - not now, not now he had Sword.

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Sen let out a heavy sigh. Solitary confinement - he could just about handle, but the punishment for trying to escape would probably be worse than that. A move to level 4 most probably - or being split apart from Sword at the very least.

He kicked himself mentally for not thinking this through beforehand, and not discussing the payment before heading up. He frowned. He had little choice but to follow the man's wishes.

His towel and t-shirt were set aside on the workbench, before he came over to the bed, unfastening his pants, not looking at David.