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Who: Seifer, Zell, sleepy Squall
When: Not long after Squall’s bathroom beating
Where: Cell
What: Smuggling medicinal tools and devious plotting
Rating: PG13 (I’ll say, maybe for language and weird humor)



As soon as Zell got wind of Seifer’s distress, and it had to be distress because people smoked under stress and…the guy wanted a knife, no doubt to knife someone, Zell took off into action. The tattooed blonde wasn’t sure of the particulars only that his companion had seemed ready to go out and hustle some guys for harassing his cellmate. Zell suspected, though, that there was something…at least some underlying attraction between Seifer and his roommate. Zell was not the jealous type, he’d seen jealousy in it’s many forms and it made a person unreasonable. He was a happy-go-lucky individual, but he really wasn’t too sure where to put his own swiftly growing feelings for the tall blonde except to mask it as friendship and have the other continue to tease him. It made it easier to hate someone if they teased you often enough, but Zell found that very difficult to do as well. He also understood that love and hate served the same purpose.

He was just too confused to think that far ahead, he wasn’t the sharpest pencil in the box, but he’d figure it out. Right now he knew someone else needed his efforts more. Zell didn’t know the cellmate’s name, what he looked like, or anything about him…but if Seifer liked him he had to be a good guy ne? Maybe he would like Zell to, who knew. Also, it made the short blonde increasingly angry, the thought the guys could walk around so freely and beat up on a person. It was tasteless, and from the sound of it it seemed like many guys…if the little blonde looked at Seifer’s cellmate hard enough he could probably figure it out without asking too many questions. Why, because he was talkative, and people who talked a lot could find the truth or tell the truth…he couldn’t remember which one.

In any case he went to the medical wing to pick up supplies using his hand as an excuse. He already had an ointment that his mother had given him; he snagged it out of his locker. It was good for burns and cuts and scrapes and contusions…kind of a fix all. He left the medical facilities perhaps with more than what he needed, but he claimed it would prevent him from having to make a return visit any time soon. He’d just have to deal with his own hand carefully. With The bandages tucked under his arms and the magazine curled up tightly in his back pocket he moved along carefully peeking into the cells to find the one housing Seifer and his cellmate. It took a bit of sleuthing and he got a few irritated glares from popping into the wrong ones a few times, but he finally found Seifer’s place of residence. It was a stretch for him, but he managed only to wave and to keep his voice at a dull roar, “yo, how’s he doin’?”

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It was a small world they were living in, now, especially in the UGH so eventually Squall and Zell would have bumped into each other especially if one grew more curious about who the other was. Zell wasn’t nosy by nature and feeling kind of like the other man he probably would have liked to have kept his illusions, but this was good too. Besides he was doing some kind of good here, it wasn’t much, but it was a start. At Seifer’s comment, and the reference to his new nickname the blonde shook his head, “yeah well you can admire my greatness later…in the meantime I think I found something pretty interesting…not that this is you know…good…because it musta hurt pretty bad…”

Working the injured flesh as gently as he could Zell actually had an good perspective and a better eye because he was actually paying attention to what he was doing. He was also a self proclaimed expert on anything having to do with fists, well maybe not, but he liked to think so. He looked up at the both of them for a moment before lowering his head t focus on his find, “one of the guys wore a ring that left an impression…he hit you three times with the same fist too…look like the band has diamond patters…the center stone is a circle with a starburst in the center.” Zell blinked looking up at Squall a bit embarrassed, “sorry…just and offhanded remark…you were gonna say…?”

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Squall blinked, suprised Zell could know so much about his attackers without being there to witness it, when Squall was struggling to remember and he was there! He relaxed a little more, letting Zell patch him up - even before the rape incident, he was never particularly good about letting other people within his personal space.

"I... uh, it happened rather suddenly... it's a bit hazy. There were five... I'm almost certain there were five. Big guys... tall like Seifer but ... a lot wider." He scrunched up his face trying to remember more. "They were white... all of them. And hairy, like bears."

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He was really impressed now. Zell was a smart cookie. He was filing all this information away. Five guys, tall, hairy... Not too much to go on. But it was a start. He paced back and forth feeling impatient and needing a cigarette more than ever. Perhaps not knowing exactly who to stab was a good thing. It gave his anger time to cool down to a reasonable level.

"Tall like me but wider? Doesn't scare me, I'll still beat the shit out of 'em," he snapped out.

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“Tall, wide, hairy, white, and a group of five and let’s not forget the ring prints one of ‘em left to top it all off. Anyway forget about it for now, healing’s the best thing to do, yeah?” Zell was relieved the bastards had left so much proof behind and the manic grin on his lips seemed to insinuate that they already had them. Those guys probably didn’t know the meaning of “your ass is grass,” but they would. They’d left a trail of steaming shit in the wake of what they’d done; he almost thought the bastards were leaving their calling card. Wasn’t that just a kick in the crotch?

Now there was the other problem, Zell knew squall was uncomfortable with him, well the touching even though he relaxed a little bit. He’d applied the ointment and now patching Squall up would require a broader range of touching. As he started the patching and the eventual intricate wrapping of the other’s upper body in bandages he tried to think of a way to ease Squall, and change the mood a bit. He wasn’t above doing or saying anything embarrassing, but he didn’t want to get to active. Singing, singing always calmed him down and it was something he could do pretty well so he sand in an upbeat tune, “If you said goodbye to me tonight - There would still be music left to write - What else could I do - I'm so inspired by you - That hasn't happened for the longest time...” Pausing he looked up at squall as he continued bandaging, “sounds bad without the melody huh? If you don’t like it I’ll shut up…but I’m trying to ease the mood…and I like Billy Joel too…oh, by the way. Name’s Zell Dincht…”