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 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."