Bubblely Happiness

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Who: Hwoarang [open]
Where: Showers Level 3
When: Approximately 2015 – Shower Time
What: Ummm...I’ll say showering and...contemplating the meaning of life?
Rating: TBA...but with underlying nudity in a communal bathroom you never know XD
Other: Horrible rendition of the musical score "Singing in the Rain"



Perhaps it was fortunate, for many-a-ear, that the surrounding showers were relatively free of human life. This excluded Hwoarang and perhaps some unfortunate individuals to, perchance, catch him in the shower belting out the verses of Singing in the Rain, “I'm singing in the rain - Just singing in the rain - What a glorious feelin' - I'm happy again – I’m laughing at clouds - So dark up above - The suns in my heart - And I'm ready for love...”

It might have been one of the top ten best shower songs, but if it was Hwoarang singing it, well his voice could kill sheep. The truth of it was he could sing and he loved music, he had his own guitar (which was probably being sold off to some beatnik as he showered away). Not to mention his precious motorcycle, he tried not to think about that though because he knew it would reduce him to a pathetic ball in the corner rocking back and forth and chuckling softly to himself. Not a pretty picture.

As for the singing, wretched as it might have sounded for the time being, it was a defense mechanism or a tactic. Sing as horribly as you could and the showers around would magically clear, anyone with the cahoonies to approach him...well he’d just have to mop the floor with their skull. It was a good thing nobody did, probably just didn’t want to deal with him, but Hwoarang liked to think of himself as "intimidating." Sure he could be intimidating and even a little punk-ass sometimes, but to the heart of it he was very much like a big goofy mutt.

Comfortable with the fact that he was relatively secluded, because who’d want to shower next to the worlds most god awful singer, he brought it down to a dull roar and eventually a hum.

Hwoarang didn’t think too much of his body really, he was an incredibly decent male specimen for sure. He was all fine lean lines and sinew and that was about the extent of it as far as he was concerned. He believed he had a nice face, but he thought it was the whole bad-boy appeal that attracted women the most so looks were something he didn’t really think about. Especially not in a shower were most men ventured.

Instead what held his attention the most was the events that occurred throughout the day. He’d met some interesting people that was for sure and he’d even made an automatic ally in that man Reno. Who said humor wasn’t good for anything? The one thing that bothered him most was his cellmate; there was something totally of keel about that man. Not to mention he was chilly and unfriendly and overall hated Hwoarang and everybody else. Still that bothered the redhead who didn’t think he’d done anything too terrible to be automatically despised.

Fuck that! He was dead set on changing Bob...uuuuh...Vergil's mind. It was a matter of not saying the dumbest thing at the wrong time.

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Reno couldn't help but notice the most god-awful noise coming from the showers as he passed by, a bit of a wince on his face as he paused. His nose was scrunched up as if the singing even smelled bad, and he probably would have tried to cut off air supply to the dreadful voice right then and there if he didn't immediately recognize the other redhead-- Hwoarang. The funny guy. Instead, he picked up a bar of soap and threw it with fair aim at the other inmate's head.

"Oi, " Reno called from the entrance to the showers, wiry body leaned up casually against the doorway. "I said you were a good comedian, not a good fuckin' yodeler." The cheeky grin on his face suggested that the mild insult was mostly in jest, the profanity friendly and familiar.

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If it wasn’t for the heightened sense of the martial artist he probably would have received a sharp crack to the skull with the bar of soap. Instead he caught it before it had the chance to give him a concussion, well maybe not that extreme, but a bump or bruise perhaps. His eyes lit up when he saw the bar in his hand, as if he was thinking that he’d just needed one of those.

"Bastard," he hissed before looking up to find Reno standing in the door a grin stretching his lips. So he didn’t like Hwoarang’s terrible singing, well, the redhead could work with that, "Let the stormy clouds chase - Everyone from the place - Come on with the rain - I've a smile on my face!" This line had something of a louder more obnoxious appeal to it, but the torture ended abruptly and he chuckled lightheartedly.

"It’s an effective way to get rid of fuck-nuts like you," Hwoarang responded in kind a tooth-wolfish grin on his face. Of course he was teasing too, but he loved a good, friendly banter, "so, what brings you here? My charming good looks, my winning personality, or are you here to wash the stink of this prison away as well?"

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"You got the ‘chasin’ everyone away’ part right," Reno answered with the same typical wryness to his tone, a slender-fingered hand lifting to push stray hair away from his face. His nose had wrinkled up in play distaste again, just briefly for the sake of making a show of it, his tongue sticking out mockingly. "Well, this nut is deaf now, thanks, so it won’t work on me a second time."

His generous lips had pulled back in another vibrant smile though, voice going less dry and more amiably taunting. "My eyes work just fine though, so the ‘charming good looks’ might sway somethin’ for ya." His hands made mocking quotes in the air as he spoke before falling to a narrow, towel-clad waist. Bare feet habitually made almost no noise as the ex-Turk approached, stopping about a foot from Hwoarang with a palm expectantly held out.

"So you gonna give me back my soap, or am I gonna hafta fight’cha for it?" His sassy grin was back, lighting up the crazy-beautiful green of too-bright eyes.

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"Ooooh, so you do think I’m a hot piece of man-flesh huh? Well it’s a good thing your eyes are working, but I’m saving my ass," Hwoarang laughed, it was one of those low sexy rumbles that came from the pit of the stomach. When the other redhead asked for the soap back, even extending his hand expectantly the martial artist grinned, "oh I wish I could just give it back to you...but that wouldn’t be any fun...besides you lobbed this thing at my head it would be silly to just return it."

Of course Hwoarang had to be an ass and he ran the bar under the water using his hands to get it nice and slippery for Reno before tossing it into the other’s direction. He just wanted to see if Reno could both catch it and keep a hold of it at the same time, "too bad they don’t make the soaps with rope on ‘em eh? Isn’t that the worst prison cliché?"

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"Oh, yeah, " Reno's voice was back to being sarcastic again, but his vibrantly green eyes had laughter in them, almost warm. "Am I so obvious? Maybe next time I'll just skip the soap-throwing and get right down to throwin' myself at your feet." His tone was wry as ever, but the slender redhead quirked a bit of a grin that betrayed his amusement.

His entertained expression became one of mild surprise when the soap was tossed to him. Shit. He took one step forward to try and catch it. Two things happened then: first, he didn't even get a finger on the soap. Second, his foot went out from under him on the slick tile, sending him ass-first towards the ground.

"Oof."

The soap fell down neatly in his toweled lap.

The complaint was out almost right away. "Ow, fuck. God, fucking..." His swearing was more childishly sulkish than anything else. For a stealthy, black-ops killer, Reno proved himself to be utterly hopeless with his long legs at times. To spite the man he blamed for his troubles, Reno threw the soap at Hwoarang again. "Even the fucking shower floors suck around here, " he griped a bit. "Whoever runs this place needs a bite in the ass."

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Hwoarang watched with widening eyes as Reno’s ass made fast friends with the shower floor. At first he only watched dumbly, but after the delayed reaction he buckled over with laughter even when Reno threw the bar back at him, "owwww...ow...hahah...bitch...t...that fucking...ow...hah!" Hwoarang couldn’t speak for laughing, this was really rather amusing to him, but he didn’t leave Reno on the floor like that. Gimping over to the green-eyed man he knelt down and scooped one arm underneath his lanky companion’s arms scooping Reno up rather easily.

"If I had any idea your ass would be kissing the floor I never would have...no...never mind that was too funny...I probably would have anyway,” the martial artist grinned soft snickers still passing their way, unbidden, though his lips. With Reno steady on his feet Hwoarang reached up to shut the shower off. Not long after he snapped up a towel and began the vigorous process of drying and the wrapped the white material around his waist, "in all seriousness that was an awfully good try. How’s your ass?"

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Reno gave a soft grunt when lifted from the ground, a bit grouchy about the whole thing still, but not embarassed. He was just a lazy person by nature, and if he could not having to haul himself up off his own ass, he prefered it that way. Plus, it bloody hurt. He didn't care what anybody said about being a Turk making you tough, and he didn't have a problem with whining about it.

"God, I think the shower floor just made me its bitch, " he grumbled, extending an arm to try and flick his companion on the nose for laughing at him. "My ass is sure gonna fuckin' feel that." He shot Hwoarang a mild glare, but there was subtle amusement in bright eyes. His voice went wry again. "Why, y'gonna put a bandaid on it for me?"

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Hwoarang jerked his head back still chuckling, "hey I’ll smack your sore, bony butt with my towel if you keep it up." He wasn’t without his sympathy, however, falling on your ass hurt and he could honestly say this shower was rather hard and the floors were rather unstable when wet. At the other redhead’s final comment Hwoarang shrugged, "I think it’d take one huge ass Band-Aid to cover up your gluteus maximus you’d need too wrap it in gauze like a diaper." The thought caused Hwoarang to laugh out loud, his side was already splitting, but it hurt so good! Dismissing the entire soap incident with a wave of his hand the martial artist folded his arms over his chest and turned to Reno, "hey, I was wondering what it would take to run this place. I used to have a gang a while back and I understand this prison has a gang now..."

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Reno just stuck his tongue out, giving Hwoarang a good look at his middle finger. "What, you mean, what would it take to be shut-call?" he answered back a bit skeptically, arching a brow as his hands fell back to his slender waist. "Well, first, you'd hafta stick it to the old shut-call. Some high-and-mighty asshole who calls himself Sword-- probably a metaphor for how much he likes to wave his dick around. After that, you gotta keep the other inmates payin' up to ya and you gotta run the flow of trade 'round here. Drugs, cigs. That kinda shit."

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Hwoarang positioned himself in a squat on the floor as he listened to Reno, his elbow on his leg and his chin resting thoughtfully on his fist. It seemed like Reno had a pretty decent idea about what was going on and how the system worked. If all he had to do was stick it to that Sword guy then there were no problems, certainly he could do that much, the whole business running…

That was another story…

Hwoarang knew how to make money; he’d made tons of it setting up street matches with his own gang. He’d have his guys pull their punches so it seemed like the other side would win and in he would come wailing ass and winning cash. He knew absolutely nothing about running a drug business or business in general. He was a horrible math student and he had a waning attention, “hmmm…taking out Sword I can probably manage, taking over business is something entirely different, but you seem to have a pretty good idea about what goes on ‘round here…”

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If it was a crime, Reno had probably done it somewhere along the way in his line of work. When it came to street smarts, he pretty much had it covered, but leadership wasn't so much his deal. Sure, he could boss people around just fine, but the ex-Turk had spent about a decade doing a big company's dirty work from the shadows. He didn't need his efforts to be noticed-- he just wanted to get the job done.

"You n'me can handle Sword easy, " the redhead responded to his companion, a cocky grin on his face for a moment. You could practically see the gears turning. "There are plenty of others who'll side with us, 'cept for shut-call's bitches, 'course. We take care of him. Then you keep the inmates in line, and I got your back covered on business. Then we both get somethin' out of it, yeah?"

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“Keeping asses in line is what I do best,” Hwoarang cleared his throat before stretching back up to his full height and folding his arms behind his head. The smile on his lips was positively devious, but he couldn’t wait to set his plans into motion. He would certainly need a huge backing, but with Reno looking out for his wellbeing the young martial artist didn’t feel so worried. The only one that really concerned him was Vergil whose personality made Hwoarang think of his cellmate as a potential threat and then some. He wasn’t sure what it was about the man but he totally threw the youth right off. Now that he was finished with his shower Hwoarang had no business in this place. He dressed, before getting ready to leave, “well Reno, this sounds like a fantastic idea, should keep us on our toes for a while and prevent us from dying completely of boredom.”

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Reno had few concerns of his own. The shut-call had an obvious weakness, and there were other inmates he knew he could rely on, a strong network. Two days in, and he was already plotting mutiny. He loved it, and he enjoyed having a partner in crime. It was no substitute for his old partner in the Turks, but it was something.

"A'ight, " he agreed, stretching lazily. "Catch you 'round then, Hwoarang."