[Action | Closed]
[Meanwhile, Russel finally rights himself from the toilet again. Sure, it was self-defense, but he just killed her. He really hadn't intended to. What he was first planning was just to pin her to the opposite wall, but something in his instincts took over and eliminated the threat, permanently.
He finds the shower in the bathroom, and starts the water running hotter than was probably strictly necessary. He first empties his pockets onto the counter, his notebook, with all the details of this plan, coded as a gardening journal, a pencil, a Sharpie marker, and some chalk. Then he slides his feet out of his sickeningly soggy shoes without untying them. His mental image of how he looks right now is probably worse than reality. The blood is mostly concentrated on one side of his body, where he'd been stabbed, and his back, where he had laid in the pool of blood under himself and Dahlia before the Defense Force had arrived. How had they gotten there so quickly, anyway? Was Dahlia trying to set him up? Bitch.
He stripped off his clothes and tossed the lot into a nearby trash can, with his shoes. The shower was long, hot, and full of ferocious scrubbing, again, more than was necessary until he didn't feel so disgusting anymore. He shampooed his hair about three times to make sure all of the blood was out of it.
It wasn't until he shut the water off, his skin was red, both scalded and rubbed raw, and he began to towel off that he realized what he lacked: a change of clothes.] Son of a bitch... [He let his hair drip in his face, and wrapped the towel around his waist. He stuck his head out of the bathroom door, and called toward Gino and Tear.] I need a change of clothes. And a comb. Unless you want to interrogate me in a towel.