Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-13427943-20150722165754/@comment-24857097-20151004044423

Oliver checked through the guard quarter's cupboards, looking for a spare uniform to change into before resuming his duties. In the process, he overheard Wolfe on his desk muttering along the lines about how scum like Big Mikey should just be put down rather than locked up and malicious, racist humans taking everything away from him.

Damn, kid had it rough.

He isn't a fan of just straight up killing dangerous criminals like Big Mikey. There's a big difference between acting in self-defense and acting with malicious intent. If the staff is lucky though, the warden just might pull off a certain stunt from a movie he had watched before.

''Eh, wishful thinking. Wouldn't want to risk it. Freakin' Hollywood and their wild imagination.''

Oliver finally found a packaged, replacement uniform set that's labeled as his. The warden must've prepared some replacement sets for anyone ending up with a soiled uniform. Before taking any further action, he felt the need to reassure Wolfe.

"I'm here for you man. These scumbags are not going to terrorize anyone for a very long time. If they want to continue their career of terrorizing innocents, they're going have to die trying."

He took a breath before continuing.

"I found what I needed, I'm gonna go quickly wash up and change now."

He carried off his stuff into the changing room. It's a pretty standard design with its usual lockers, further enhancing it with lots of space and some high tech bathroom utilites. The architect behind the prison design must've thought the whole construction planning through.

He stripped off his soiled clothes and took a quick a quick shower. It was nice, warm, and refreshing. but he couldn't afford a lot of time to enjoy it.

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Oliver was now cleaned up and wearing a fresh set of clothes, his old ones sent off through the laundry chute. By the time he reentered the quarters, Wolfe was just about done with the paperwork.