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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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"Heh. Hot water's a luxury I don't use ... ever since my tour, i stick to cold showers." He tilted his head back in thought.

"Murder huh. Well ... i've done that too, but the military called it Act of Duty. heh. Doesn't change shit." he said softly, scrubbing himself up, groaning softly, turning his head to run water through his hair.

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"Military huh?" He asked, scrubbing his skin until it started to turn red. "How'd you end up in a dump like the UGH?"

He wasn't about to go into details of how he wasn't the one who killed his lover's husband, that it was his lover who pulled the trigger first.

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"Got out of the Marines. Got pissed, got into a fight in a bar. ended up taking out a couple of people. since I was in the military, they gave me a choice - prison in a cell, or working for one. i chose the latter. So i'm stuck here just like you, only difference is i get to go as i please through the rooms. " He washed himself up, running his hands over the large - very jagged scars - barbed wire maybe? - that ran over his torso, wincing from phantom pains.

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Sen watched the other man for a long moment, looking at his scars. "Wounds of war?" He asked after a pause.

He switched the water to his shower head off and reached for his towel, drying him self roughly, before wrapping it around his waist.

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"Somethin' like that" he murmured, finally getting the grease off, grabbing his shirt - conveniently he didn't have a towel - and grumbled, trying to shake the water off his skin.

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The japanese youth scrunched up his nose, before pulling the towel off himself, tossing it at the other man. "Here, you look like you could use it."

He smiled soft. "What's your name?"

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"Dave .... David King" he said as he grabbed the towel, starting to rub himself briskly, stretching a bit, as he groaned.

"god i'm starved" he grumbled.

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Sen started to pull his clothes back onto semi damp skin, growling at the jeans which clung to his skin instead of sliding into place.

He turned his gaze to the handy man again. "I bet you get to go eat whatever you fancy now, right?"

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"I stick to the same shit you get. It's a step above MRE rations. Food's Food." he said softly, looking at the man growling at his jeans as he slid back into his boxers and jumpsuit.