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Johnny had gotten stuck. Not physically , he wasn't that stupid, but on how he was supposed to clean himself. Usually he'd just wet a rag and go at it. It'd been awhile since he actually bathed though, and since he was always moving around he probably stunk to high heaven. The problem was it was too cold to find a lake or river and he wasn't sure if any of the faucets worked around the city. He really didn't want to lose a toe just to wash himself. Maybe it'd be smarter to just do the usual rag thing. Never really worked though, he'd just smell in a couple hours later. Rags didn't get caked dirt off without him having to irritate his skin too. God, he just wanted a shower.
Annoyed he glanced over at one of the houses, crouched over his bag. Well, the more he thought about it the worse it sounded. Cold water would be plain painful, in this area being all exposed wasn't a smart idea, and who cared if he smelled like armpit? He wasn't going to do anything or get close to anyone so he doubted it would matter. Armpit was armpit, sweat was sweat. Manly funk or whatever the hell. Johnny glanced down at his feet before crinkling his nose. "Christ," his toes wriggled in response. Being in boots all day did not help the stink problem. Guess it was a necessary evil, bathing. Someone would thank him, hell, he'd thank himself.
Holding his boots he turned to glare at the apartment building above. The door had already been kicked in so at least he didn't have to work up a sweat. Carefully he pushed open the door, glanced around, and entered. It had been a nice place before everything fell apart. He wondered what had happened to the people who lived there everyday life inside the walls of this apartment. Had they ran away, or did they join the badlands? Children used to play somewhere in the building with their toys, couples would laugh together. That was crazy to think about. Whatever, he didn't have time to sit and wonder.
Johnny didn't have to look around for an open door seeing as the first couple were already kicked in. The room was flipped inside out except for a long abandoned set up of shoddy tents. Nice. He glanced into another room, a bedroom. Nope, not what he wanted. The other was a closest filled with women's sweaters and a vacuum. At the end of the small hallway was the bathroom. A small room with toothpaste gripping the sink like cement and stale piss in the toilet. Ignoring those things he threw his shit in the corner where black mold was growing. Huh, gross.
"So,' he pushed back the shower curtain, "Huh." Johnny glanced at the drainer which was clogged with what looked like hair, but that didn't matter. With hope he turned the faucet to find, well, there was no water. Like he had expected.
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Johnny had gotten stuck. Not physically , he wasn't that stupid, but on how he was supposed to clean himself. Usually he'd just wet a rag and go at it. It'd been awhile since he actually bathed though, and since he was always moving around he probably stunk to high heaven. The problem was it was too cold to find a lake or river and he wasn't sure if any of the faucets worked around the city. He really didn't want to lose a toe just to wash himself. Maybe it'd be smarter to just do the usual rag thing. Never really worked though, he'd just smell in a couple hours later. Rags didn't get caked dirt off without him having to irritate his skin too. God, he just wanted a shower.
Annoyed he glanced over at one of the houses, crouched over his bag. Well, the more he thought about it the worse it sounded. Cold water would be plain painful, in this area being all exposed wasn't a smart idea, and who cared if he smelled like armpit? He wasn't going to do anything or get close to anyone so he doubted it would matter. Armpit was armpit, sweat was sweat. Manly funk or whatever the hell. Johnny glanced down at his feet before crinkling his nose. "Christ," his toes wriggled in response. Being in boots all day did not help the stink problem. Guess it was a necessary evil, bathing. Someone would thank him, hell, he'd thank himself.
Holding his boots he turned to glare at the apartment building above. The door had already been kicked in so at least he didn't have to work up a sweat. Carefully he pushed open the door, glanced around, and entered. It had been a nice place before everything fell apart. He wondered what had happened to the people who lived there everyday life inside the walls of this apartment. Had they ran away, or did they join the badlands? Children used to play somewhere in the building with their toys, couples would laugh together. That was crazy to think about. Whatever, he didn't have time to sit and wonder.
Johnny didn't have to look around for an open door seeing as the first couple were already kicked in. The room was flipped inside out except for a long abandoned set up of shoddy tents. Nice. He glanced into another room, a bedroom. Nope, not what he wanted. The other was a closest filled with women's sweaters and a vacuum. At the end of the small hallway was the bathroom. A small room with toothpaste gripping the sink like cement and stale piss in the toilet. Ignoring those things he threw his shit in the corner where black mold was growing. Huh, gross.
"So,' he pushed back the shower curtain, "Huh." Johnny glanced at the drainer which was clogged with what looked like hair, but that didn't matter. With hope he turned the faucet to find, well, there was no water. Like he had expected.
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It wasnt long before he left the apartment, and a couple hours later he found a lake. Not on the badlands territory, there really wasn't anything like that in the city, so he'd gone out. He'd already been at the edge of the city which meant it hadn't been that big of a deal. John waved his hand in the water which was actually an okay temperature. Cold, definitely, but tolerable. After a moment of going through his options he pulled of his jacket, then his T-shirt. Underneath was a wife beater which he would be keeping on. Sighing he slowly removed his jeans which also needed a good washing. He could probably do that here too.
Wearing a wife beater and black briefs he waded into the water. "My God," he muttered as the water wrapped around his thighs. Fuck, fuck it was cold, fucking Christ. Still, he was almost halfway in, no giving up. Stubbornly he scooped up some of the water before rubbing at his armpits.this continued for a moment only to have no affect. Great, this was useless. Defeated he pulled off his tanktop to use it as a rag. "Its cold," he whined every time the freezing rag touched his body, "I'm an idiot." As the cherry on top he slipped, falling backwards and submerging himself into the water.
Sputtering he immediately jumped back up, shaking with humiliation. God fucking damnit! "God fucking damnit," he yelled at the water, kicking it, "fuck you!" His usually curly hair stuck to the side of his face as he sat there shivering. Now that he had been in the water completely it felt impossible to get out. Despite being pissed he finished up, rubbing at his hair until it squeaked, washing himself until he smelled like dirt and lake water. It had been kinda successful even if he wanted to lay down and die.
John dragged himself out of the water with a scowl, tanktop in tow. Awkwardly he crouched to grab a proper rag from his bag, one he should have just taken with him, to pat himself dry. Stiff as a board he began to pat away the water though his hair was too much for the rag. God, he was exhausted. Tired he just stood there half naked waiting for his hair to dry, his back hunched in awful posture, expression stuck at wanting to die.
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ONESHOT STORAGE | JOHNNY | THE BADLANDS
