This Bites [Dylan]

[Dylan Black]

Dylan nodded thoughtfully as JD spoke, offering a shrug. "I guess if you're that much of a douchebag with your powers you might deserve it." Mostly his mind had wandered to Magneto in the last xmen movie (his Dad thought maybe he'd be as cool as one of those guys, fat chance).

Seemed like JD and Dylan had some sort of resemblance after all; both not that keen on going around being best friends with everyone. Though Dylan took it to the extreme of pretty much being a class dick to everyone who tried to approach him. "What do you want to do then?" He asked curiously, glancing over.

Tying the bag as tightly as possible, Dylan offered a shrug. "Don't..." He warned, passing over the cleaning spray and a cloth. "Generally it's an hour. I try and get it done as fast as possible." And with that, he set the mop to go about its business, while he changed the air freshener block.

"I don't know kid. Look, if we get this finished fast, I'll give you a drink in my office and we'll call it done." He said simply, clipping another block into place, before bagging any left over toilet tissue and other mess on the floor for the mop to clean easier. Still breathing steadily through his mouth, he peered into the cubicles one by one. Resisting the urge to facepalm - he'd only slap gross toilet germs on his face, he let out a low whistle.

"Vomit in cubicle two. Doesn't anyone know how to fucking flush?"

[JD Paerson]

"Yeah, maybe," JD said thoughtfully. It was hard for him to imagine what exactly someone could do that would merit that sort of thing--even murderers rarely got that sort of treatment these days. If you were a regular human, you didn't have that sort of treatment. But maybe metas should have different punishments, since they had different abilities. That made sense.

"I'm going to be a scientist. Or an engineer. I'm not really sure yet. But I sent in my application for Harvard, even though this whole prank thing might mess up my chances. I also sent in for Yale, MIT, Stanford...a whole group of 'em. Maybe I'll get in somewhere. And if not, well, there's always the state university." Though he shuddered involuntarily at the thought of having to go there--being stuck, as he saw it. "I was trying to think of what sort of jobs I could get that wouldn't make me standing in a lab all day or having to give big presentations, and I was thinking about maybe going into NASA. They're thinking of sending up new teams into space, and if not I can always just try to be a rocket scientist. If the program lasts that long."

He started working on the mirrors, wiping them down quickly. He ignored the graffiti that was scratched in--nothing he could do about that--and instead just focused on getting rid of the worst of the streaks. He hoped they were water streaks.

"Sounds good to me," JD responded to the comment about finishing fast. He could do fast--or, he could do fast when he had his powers...well, he could still work pretty quickly. Not like super-speed was going to help him a lot for this anyway, since running around the room didn't clean anything.

"You know how, right?" he asked, coming over to the cubicle. He resisted the urge to gag himself and instead flushed the handle with his foot. "There. Do you usually need to wipe down a lot of stuff, or just the seat or what?" Just get it over with. Just get it over with.

He moved on to the sinks and turned the water on in one where someone had tried to blow their nose into the bowl. He was hoping the water from the faucet would clean away the snot clinging to the sink, but no such luck. Frowning, he swiped at it with the rag.

"Dumm Arschloch," he muttered. "Warum gehen Sie nicht aus ein cliff?" It wasn't exactly German, but throwing in a mixture of German and English made it sound more rude, in his mind. He continued to mutter in this way as he scrubbed out the other sinks.

"What else?" he asked when he was finished, swallowing the bile rising in the back of his throat as he thought of all the disgusting muck they were still wallowing in.

[ooc: So late, so sorry!]

[Dylan Black]

Dylan nodded as JD expressed his desire to be an engineer. Jesus, kid liked to share, but at least he wasn't whining about how he had a crush on some girl or how he couldn't get a goatee. "Sounds like you're aiming high." He said simply, moving a plunger to unclog a massive blockage of toilet tissue from the drain. "I doubt this prank is going to fuck things up for you." He added, glancing up from the furious motion of jamming the plunger back and forth. "I mean, it's not like you did the photos." He explained, finally getting the blockage free so the drain in the corner could run again.

Dylan didn't comment on the glass wiping, simply because it was better not to share what got on those mirrors. Snot, spit, ejaculate... he'd pretty much seen and cleaned it all. Such was the joy of working in a school packed to the brim with hormonal teenagers with powers.

"I'd bet. Next time I'll take you to clean something less... disgusting. If you're lucky. Hell, if I'm lucky." He snorted, moving through each cubicle, animated mop still cleaning the floor contentedly. "How about one of the staff offices? They're relatively safe." He'd certainly never seen vomit in them. Once broken glass and some blood in Dr. Campbell's office, but nothing worth getting out the giant black gloves for.

Letting his eyes roll when JD came over to flush the vomit down the toilet, the janitor leant back. "I have to make these toilets look sparkling. For the five minutes before another little shitbox craps himself all over the place." He remarked, squirting round the rim with bleach and finding a cloth to drag around the rim. That was one thing Dylan could safely say - nothing made him gag any more. He was immune to the filth, still disgusted by it, but immune.

He glanced over at the awful looking sink and shook his head. "As much as I'd like to think swearing at the mess gets it clean, it doesn't." Though he had tried, many many times to do so. The mop was now done in the main part of the bathroom, and was zipping in and around each cubicle.

"Well, there's bleach and toilet scrubbing to do. Wiping down the walls, restocking the soap pumps and toilet roll."

He paused then, setting down the bleach and gesturing to the cart. "New liquid soap is in this section here. Look, I'm even being nice and giving you one of the least disgusting jobs." Probably because Dylan, despite hating everyone and thing in the universe, did feel pity for the poor student. Worst punishment ever. Unless they told him to go through the recycling to make sure it was all sorted correctly. Thank god Dylan didn't have to do that any more.

"Press the underneath of the dispenser to pop it open, pull out the empty soap bottle and push in a new one. Nice and easy."

[JD Paerson]

"'Shoot for the stars,'" JD muttered, only half sarcastically. "That's what I keep hoping. And there's still other places I can go, so it's not really a total loss."

He finished wiping the mirrors and put the rag away. "Yeah, staff offices sound nice. Or maybe classrooms." How bad could the classrooms get? Empty the trash, pull the pencils out of the ceiling, piece of cake.

Cleaning the toilets to perfection seemed completely pointless to JD. Who even cared if it was shiny or whatever? Just so long as it wasn't totally disgusting. No one expected bathrooms to be truly clean.

JD thought about the list of jobs. He wasn't really sure any of them sounded good, but he was about to offer to do toilet roll restocking when Dylan threw him a bone.

"Thanks for that. I'll do my best not to screw it all up." He was being completely sincere, thought the last part may have sounded a bit more sarcastic than intended. He grabbed the new soap bottles and fumbled around with the dispenser to try to open it up. But he couldn't manage to find the right latch, and he ended up just getting frustrating and tugging at it, ripping the cover completely off.

"Scheisse," he said, looking at the cover in one hand and the soap in the other. "Um, Dylan? Any suggestions?"

[Dylan Black]

"Good luck, I guess." Dylan said with a half smile on his face. It'd be nice for some kid to do all right from Hammel, he supposed. He dreaded the idea of Vincent Verax getting a job, if only because it was highly likely he'd end up as a janitor too, and the idea of spending more time with the idiot goth was the stuff of nightmares.

He snorted softly about the classrooms, and shook his head. "You'd think Classrooms are okay, but you have to chip off all the gum under the tables, clean up any accidents, scrub off the graffiti on the tables." He rolled his eyes, moving his hands back and forth to keep rubbing the bleach into the toilet seat, till he could see his face in it. The room was actually starting to smell nice, in fact, which was a shock.

If JD thought toilet cleaning was pointless, then Dylan thought the whole room should be radiated to kill off everything then violently bombed with soap and disinfectant. He didn't like spending time cleaning up teenage mess, but it was his job, and if he complained to the office about the mess, he might lose it.

And he couldn't afford to lose another job.

He waved his hand lazily at JD when he was thanked, and moved to the next cubicle, again with the bleach and disinfectant. It was only when he realised the mop was just rolling around in circles, job done, that he snapped his fingers and stopped it from moving. He froze jerkily for a moment, before returning to normal.

"Eh?" He said sharply when JD called for help. Great. The kid was just trashing the joint. "Aww man." He grumbled, heading over and taking the cover. "S'alright, I still do that." Wasn't as bad as he thought after all. Jiggling the cover back, he pushed it in, then took a deep sigh. "There you go. It's the weird little nodule underneath you need to press to release the cover."

[JD Paerson]

"Oh. Yeah, I guess that wouldn't be fun." He'd forgotten all the gum. Gum everywhere. And scuff marks and anything else...yeah, kids who got bored in class could be pretty creative.

Glancing around the room, JD was actually starting to notice an improvement. Which was a bit surprising--he'd forgotten that bathrooms could ever be anything other than completely disgusting. He watched the mop freeze and fall to the ground. One more job done. It had to be nice to be able to get your tools to do the work for you.

"Thanks," JD said, watching Dylan put the soap dispenser back together. "Sorry about that." he was glad it wasn't just him, though. He tried again and managed to get it to go right this time, so he pulled out the old dispenser and popped in the new one. "Good to know that everyone still makes mistakes."

He went down the line and refilled all the soap dispensers, then wiped them off with another rag to finish the job. "Do you still need to refill the TP?" he asked Dylan. Better to go for the easy jobs and try to get them over with. He tried to remember the list of what still needed to be done. How much longer would he have to put up with all this?

"So...what, are we done?"

[Dylan Black]

"Staff offices are the safest place to clean, dorms are the worst." Dylan said bluntly, remembering several interesting stains on the upholstery. Gross. "One day I'll get a UV light and see how bad it really is."

Except he wouldn't, because the idea of seeing all those blotches staring out at him would probably put him in a mental asylum. Still, now most of the toilets were clean, there was one replacement rimblock to pop in and he could call it a day. The room actually smelt of bleach rather than urine and other toilet-based smells, and he pulled off his gloves and withdrew to the cart.

"It's alright." Dylan said awkwardly, waiting for JD to finish. "Kids used to superglue the dispensers closed, till I caught them doing it and they got toilet duty for the month." He smirked a bit, then picked up the mop and placed it deep in the cart.

"Yeah, TP then we're done. I think we deserve a coffee for doing this mess." He shook his head, face curled into a particularly irritated scowl. Dylan wasn't being paid enough for this, really. He did toss the toilet paper bag at JD though, and gestured at the little dispensers. "Same sort of thing as the soap dispensers, there's a clip you pop to put the new rolls in."

Then they could go, and Dylan could pretend he was never in that hole.

[JD Paerson]

JD winced at the thought of all the things that were probably living in his dorm room. He didn't like to think about that sort of thing very much. "Well, I guess I"m just glad I'm moving out at the end of the school year," he said. Though it wouldn't be much better--he was just going to college, which would have its own, just as nasty dorm room. "Did you ever find anything really bad in a staff office, though?" Presumably those could have off days, just like anything else.

"Looks like the toilet duty is not a singular punishment, then," he said, somewhat relieved. It would have been awful to think that this punishment had been thought up specifically for him.

JD caught the toilet paper and began running through the dispensers. It didn't take too long, and when he was able to throw away the empty plastic bag from the TP he even smiled.

"Right, we're finished! And I would be happy to take you up on your offer of a drink, if you don't mind someone invading your personal space like that." JD could understand personal space. It was something he didn't exactly have a lot of but valued highly, so if Dylan wanted him to just leave, that would be fine, too.

[Dylan Black]

Maybe after this little chore was done, JD would be more mindful of his mess, and the mess of others. That was all Dylan could hope for really - one tidier kid in the school was a drop in the ocean, but maybe he could influence others. "Hmm. Someone threw up in Dr. N's room once. Found a used condom in an office too." A shrug. At least it was in the bin. "But nothing so awful I've wanted to stab myself in the face."

Once everything in the bathroom was done, the janitor heaved a relieved sigh, nodded and started to drag the cart out of the toilet and back towards the janitor office. "Yup, we're done here. And I think I can take you for a few more minutes." A small wry smile appeared, then disappeared just as suddenly.

Unlocking his main office - a pokey affair, Dylan shoved a few order forms out of the way and gestured to a seat. "Coffee sound good?" He offered, feeling a little more like himself now he wasn't knee deep in excrement. "Otherwise it's water or whisky, and I think I'll get arrested if I offer you the latter." Yes, Dylan kept alcohol in his office - he needed it.

[Wrapped?]