five_steps_back: (Phase: Angie)
Nikki ([personal profile] five_steps_back) wrote in [community profile] rainbowfic2012-01-13 08:15 pm

Shell Pink 5, Olive Green 12, Tyrian Purple 29 with Pastels, Brush, Oils, and PBN

Name: Nikki
Colors: Shell Pink 5 (Sand dollar; Nothing in my pocket but a hand and a prayer.), Olive Green 12 (Limbo), Tyrian Purple 29 (don't look back)
Styles and Supplies: Pastels (my current gen card at [community profile] origfic_bingo; B5. making do), Brush (thole: endure), Oils (nothing left), Paint-by-Numbers (Kat's Shell Pink)
Rating: PG-13 because Angie has a potty mouth.
Word Count: 485
Story: Phase; the title of this is 'I Can't Move Faster.'
Summary: Angie cleans up.
Notes and Warnings: Takes place in April 2006. Angie is 19.

Angie was probably a little too violent when he checked the restroom stalls to see if he was alone. Most of the stall doors hit the opposite walls and then bounced right back into place, but it did the job and he was pissed, so who fucking cared. Once he knew he was alone, he jammed the door shut with paper towels and started running the water at the tiny bathroom sink so it would heat up.

One good thing about not being able to shave (not that he gave a good goddamn anyway) was it made it a lot easier to pass off as a guy, so it always made this part of the day (or every other day or whenever he got a chance to) a bit quicker. Even if it was some form of bathing, he couldn't relax with it, which was just what he needed when he was pissed, to be jumpy. Fuck, the last thing he needed after his day was to be caught hobo bathing in a gas station bathroom. Having to actually fucking do it was bad enough.

He stripped off his shirt when the water started to warm up and got a handful of soap from the dispenser, scrubbing it over his chest and arms. He dug his fingernails in after a minute to get the top layer of grime off, and ignored the throbbing in his jaw and the fact that the inside of his cheek was still bleeding. The punch had hurt, but he'd had plenty fucking worse before. Hell, he would again and that wasn't a guess.

After wiping his upper half clean with damp paper towels, he double checked the door to make sure it was still closed before he took off the rest of his clothes and started to scrub everything else. He put his jeans back on as soon as he could, feeling a bit safer once he had, and bent over the sink to wash his hair. It took a bit of scrubbing to get more suds than dirt in his hair, and a bit more time after that to get the soap out. The water was running cold by the time Angie finished, and he squeezed as much water out of his hair as he could, both with his hands and paper towels, before slicking it back and getting dressed again.

At least his hair was clean now. The nearly towheaded blond was a far cry from the dirty dishwater color it had been when he walked into the restroom, which was good. If the jackass from earlier reported having his wallet stolen, he'd be describing some dude with brown-ish hair, not blond, and the bruise could be explained away by other things.

Just for the hell of it, Angie poked at the bruise forming on his cheek. He let himself wince, just a bit, and finished getting dressed.
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[personal profile] shipwreck_light 2012-01-14 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
This is a totally sweet vignette. Your sensory information is SWEET, but so is the characterization you got in, especially at the end there. Lovely job!
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[personal profile] bookblather 2012-01-14 05:38 am (UTC)(link)
Oh Angie. :( I just want to hug him and make it all better, but I get why Angie is the way he is. I agree with SL; the sensory information in this is amazing.

(hey Angie I got a couple of people could use some punching. Use your anger for good, Padawan.)
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[personal profile] bookblather 2012-01-14 05:55 am (UTC)(link)
Dooooo it. Do it do it. I volunteer Brad. And Grant. And Vanessa.
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[personal profile] ce_jour_la 2012-01-14 10:42 am (UTC)(link)
I sort of want to borrow Angie's anger, but at the same time I just want to give him a hug, the fact that it would fix nothing notwithstanding.

Plus, I second [personal profile] shipwreck_light's comment that your sensory detail is brilliant.
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[personal profile] kay_brooke 2012-01-15 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
Angie seems like a really fascinating character. I do feel for him; I think I understand the anger he's feeling.
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[personal profile] clare_dragonfly 2012-01-15 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
One day you'll be washing yourself with hand soap in a public bathroom
And you'll be thinking, how did I get here?
Where the hell am I?


XD Had to quote that song... I don't know how well known it is, but it's "Maps" by the Front Bottoms. And I can't decide whether I hate it or love it.

I wasn't really sure what was going on, but I liked this anyway! Really nice description and I got a strong sense of his anger.
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[personal profile] subluxate 2012-01-16 12:15 am (UTC)(link)
God, Angie, you are so fucked up, dude. You need the money, yeah, but man, getting yourself hit is not worth it, really.