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MisterOlds · Posted 01-12-2013, 06:42 AM

He chuckled at the mention of the soap and shook his head. "It's better than what I smell like right now." He wrinkled his nose as he took a whiff of his shirt, it reeked of iron, copper, scorched cloth and sulfur. He followed Matt down the hall and promptly went into the room, stripped and placed the clothes on the floor outside the door. He turned around and blinked as he saw the massive collection of feminine looking soap. Okay...That's a little too girly. Is he gay, or something? He shrugged and jumped into the shower, rinsing off a year's worth of dirt. He sighed appreciatively as the hot water soaked him. Best, fucking, shower, ever... Aaaahhhh...

After showering off for the longest time, he stepped out and dried off with the towel Matt had given him and faced himself in the mirror. He looked quite a bit fresher, albeit he still looked ragged in a way. His eyes were sunken, dark grey bags under his eyes, and his body was adorned with long, knotted, ropy scars, particularly around his neck. His hair had grown quite a bit too, and he had some stubble. Stubble might be understating it, he had a full grown beard from ear to ear, about an inch long. He noticed a bag of disposable razors, plucked one and cleared away the brush. Now I could say I look presentable. And for the hair... He hummed a tune similar to a short version of "Hail to the Chief" as he slicked his hair back and nodded, satisfied with his appearance. Just one more thing... He frowned and turned around to look at his back in the mirror. There was a large tattoo of a 9 spoked wheel on his back, not placed there by needle, as he knew. Two of the spokes on the tattoo had been burned off his skin, replaced with a blotchy scar in the shape of the orignal spoke. Seven left, huh...

After drying off, he grabbed a mouthful of mouthwash and gargled, spit. Roadie manners
He stepped out of the room with the towel wrapped around his chest, and sighed. "All done. I'm pretty sure I lost a pound or two, shedding all that dirt. And I must say, I smell fabulous." He smiled comically and sat down in a nearby chair, his clothes were doing their final rounds in the dryer.
"So, how do we get to this.... Otherworld as you called it? I'm technically a human, or well, I was. It's complicated."

MisterOlds Confused			#13
	He chuckled at the mention of the soap and shook his head. "It's better than what I smell like right now." He wrinkled his nose as he took a whiff of his shirt, it reeked of iron, copper, scorched cloth and sulfur. He followed Matt down the hall and promptly went into the room, stripped and placed the clothes on the floor outside the door. He turned around and blinked as he saw the massive collection of feminine looking soap. Okay...That's a little too girly. Is he gay, or something? He shrugged and jumped into the shower, rinsing off a year's worth of dirt. He sighed appreciatively as the hot water soaked him. Best, fucking, shower, ever... Aaaahhhh... After showering off for the longest time, he stepped out and dried off with the towel Matt had given him and faced himself in the mirror. He looked quite a bit fresher, albeit he still looked ragged in a way. His eyes were sunken, dark grey bags under his eyes, and his body was adorned with long, knotted, ropy scars, particularly around his neck. His hair had grown quite a bit too, and he had some stubble. Stubble might be understating it, he had a full grown beard from ear to ear, about an inch long. He noticed a bag of disposable razors, plucked one and cleared away the brush. Now I could say I look presentable. And for the hair... He hummed a tune similar to a short version of "Hail to the Chief" as he slicked his hair back and nodded, satisfied with his appearance. Just one more thing... He frowned and turned around to look at his back in the mirror. There was a large tattoo of a 9 spoked wheel on his back, not placed there by needle, as he knew. Two of the spokes on the tattoo had been burned off his skin, replaced with a blotchy scar in the shape of the orignal spoke. Seven left, huh... After drying off, he grabbed a mouthful of mouthwash and gargled, spit. Roadie manners He stepped out of the room with the towel wrapped around his chest, and sighed. "All done. I'm pretty sure I lost a pound or two, shedding all that dirt. And I must say, I smell fabulous." He smiled comically and sat down in a nearby chair, his clothes were doing their final rounds in the dryer. "So, how do we get to this.... Otherworld as you called it? I'm technically a human, or well, I was. It's complicated."
		Posted 01-12-2013, 06:42 AM