[center][color=khaki][h2]JOHN "JINGO" STRANGE[/h2][/color][b]New Anchorage[/b][/center]

[i]Thump Thump Thump Thump[/i]

Jingo stared at the wall in front of him with an expression that portrayed nothing but a man deep in exercise. Beneath him foot met treadmill with tremendous force as he sprinted in place, earbuds jammed into his head blaring loud music. The days he had spent in New Anchorage were slowly stacking up on top of him, day and night were nonexistent in the subterranean military base, so natural his perception of time became all but gone as day after day stitched themselves into one, long string of waking up, shooting and running. As a result he grew more and more distanced from the crew, as monotony dugs its claws into him and made any kind of interaction with other people brief and dull. 

Still staring blankly at the wall, track after track went by and sweat had completely soaked through his white shirt and made every crease and scar on his skin visible through damp fabric. A gentle tap on his shoulder brought him out of his trance like state, Jingo looked over his shoulder, still sprinting along. Rebecca Marek stood there, her arms crossed and the emotion in her eyes somewhere between concern and annoyance. 

"[color=E55451]Everyone's cleared out already, John..[/color]" she began, reaching over the safety rail and holding down a button that brought the treadmill's conveyor to a slow stop, "[color=E55451]Yet you're still here, you'll be late for lunch.[/color]" Jingo didn't speak, he simply looked down at his bare feet like a child being chastised for doing something naughty. He would have much rather spent the day on the treadmill, due to lack of willingness to talk to anyone but he wasn't going to let that make him disobey a superior, he may have been a bit lax when it came to following orders but if he respected someone, he tended to do as they asked. Throwing his towel over his shoulder, Jingo clicked his heels, gaining the attention of his metallic hound, making it promptly skitter over and follow at his heels. As Jingo left the room, Rebecca looked at him with an expression of mild disbelief.

"[color=E55451] Strange one he is...[/color]"

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Jingo looked up, eyes closed in relaxation, he had skipped lunch not in the mood to eat right after such an intense round of conditioning. Water rained down on him from the shower head mounted in the ceiling, plastering his hair to his forehead and filling up his mouth via the hole in his cheek. Skitters stood quietly by his side, any water bouncing off of Jingo wetting his armor sides. Jingo reached out, a soft moan escaping his throat as he stretched his sore muscles, he grasped a bar of soap and held it under the water for a moment, letting the dry exterior break down into slippery suds.

Bringing the bar of soap to his head, he rubbed perfumed bubbles into his hair until it was coated in a thick, white lather. Replacing the soap back into it's dish, he brought his right hand to his hay colored hair and began to work the suds into the coarse mat, rubbing his fingers into his scalp. As he washed, water dragged froth down his body, the black rubber sheet that was stapled taut against his torso glimmered in the frosty white light of the bathroom. 

Skitters plodded around in the shower, his metal paws clinking against the wet concrete basin, he dropped his snout into the water and made sniffing motions at the soap. Jingo shifted the robotic dog slightly so it wouldn't get soap on it's camera.

"[color=khaki]Now we don'ee wan' any soap on yer camera do we?[/color]" he chided, "[color=khaki]Else you'll freak ou' again.[/color]" the first time Skitters had joined Jingo in the shower he got soap on his camera lens, not being able to see, the robotic dog panicked, flailing in the slippery space and bringing Jingo down on top of him - Jingo reached behind him and applied lather against the bruise gently. "[color=khaki]Now make yerself useful and play uz a track.[/color]" Skitters padded out without being told twice, trailing wet paw prints as it rustled to Jingo's terminal. popping over the lip of the desk with the aid of his front legs, craning his neck forward he tapped the spacebar with his muzzle. 

A loading icon spun around on the display, Skitters' head following it around and around. In the short time Jingo had been at the facility, he had plunged into the common folders on the system and dredging up music from long untouched files, and much to his surprise they were mostly tracks he enjoyed. 

Jingo tapped his foot against the coarse concrete, nodding his head as he scrubbed his body.

"[color=khaki]Honey, Honey..[/color]" he mumbled, holding the soap in front of his face as if it were a microphone, "[color=khaki]How you thrill me, aha. Honey, Honey..[/color]" 

The shower ended with the song, Jingo having scrubbed every nook and cranny he could get his fingers into; towel wrapped around his waist he looked at his reflection in the mirror, lifting and turning his head to afford him a better view of his now thick beard. Jingo contemplated shaving it, shaving it all, but he knew he wouldn't look quite like himself if he did. 

Then again '[color=khaki]Who cares?[/color]

[hr]

Jingo walked down the hall clean shaven, feeling a bit fresher after the shower and putting on a clean set of clothes. The jaunt in his step had returned, even if just a shadow. Turning into the mess hall, Jingo stood under the doorway for a few moments to process what he was seeing.

"[color=khaki] Bludy 'ell! Why are ye so shor'?![/color] he exclaimed at Ryn.