[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=khaki]Victor Bonheur[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.imgur.com/2jArSRj.jpg[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Camp Mexico Beach: H6 (Outside Quarantine: W) > Locker Room (Inside Quarantine: W)
[b]Skills:[/b] N/A[/center][hr] [color=khaki]"Merci beaucoup, Michael."[/color] Victor took the bag from Doc as he handed it to him and he followed suit, taking his first steps into the building he had been brought to. The moment his feet stepped over the threshold, Victor felt the cool air flowing around the room and he closed his eyes for a few steps, relishing in the comfort of the coolness compared to the horrid humidity outside. The hairs on the back of his neck would have stood on end had it not been for the weight of sweat and layers of filth that coated his skin. He opened his eyes and noticed the room was rather barren, a simple room with nothing eye catching within it. He looked for signs of other people but didn't see anyone other than Doc and Maddoc bringing up his six.

He continued following Doc and saw that he was brought into a shower room. Victor blinked, he knew they'd spoken of showers but he thought it was going to be a manual kind of event not... this! Before he knew it, his face broke into a smile, his lips curling at the corners but no actual teeth showing, it was a smile of contentment and surprise, the good kind. He listened intently to the instructions and directions given and he bounced on the balls of his feet like a child on Christmas morning who was waiting impatiently to get into the room with all the presents inside. His hands absently moved to his beard at the mention of razors and he wasn't sure what he would do. His hand then ran over the top of his head and he knew what he was going to do.

As Doc pointed to where Victor should toss his current threads, he nodded and gave them a little sniff, that was a mistake. He gagged but managed to stop himself from doing anything more than that. He probably shouldn't have done that - hell he'd went over a month since his last rub down so he had no idea what he was thinking he was going to smell. Definitely not perfumed rose petals. Well at least not for much longer! He was far too excited for this shower. As soon as Doc sat down and stopped speaking to Victor, Victor took straight off for the towels, soap and razor before making his way to the nearest shower stand.

Being from the medical profession, Victor had no embarrassment factor when it came to the undressed state so his clothes were off his person and into his named bag faster than a chicken on a June bug. A sad warmth settled on Victor's chest then as he remembered Zoie, he still missed her but as long as her memory lived on in his mind and heart then she would always be with him. He placed the soap on a nearby ledge to his chosen shower (the first one of the five, if anyone was curious) and hooked the towel, ready for him to grab when he was done to dry off.

The water was turned on and Victor relished the feel of the water on his skin - hot or cold he was going to enjoy this - he shoved his head under the running water and let the loose dirt drip off his skin for a good 30 seconds. Eyes closed, he grabbed for the soap and lathered it up in his hands before popping it back and rubbing and scrubbing his head, working his way down to his neck and fluffing up his beard, spreading bubbles through the bristling hairs. Rinse and repeat, Victor felt refreshed and continued the practice down the rest of his body. 

Once he felt comfortable that he'd gotten the worst of the muck and grime off his flesh, he lathered up the soap once more and coated his head in the soapy film it produced. He popped it back down for the last time and grabbed the razor, and began to shave his head, his fingers feeling for any areas he'd missed as he went line by line and then worked on the more intricate areas like those around the back of his ears and at the nape of his neck.

Happy with one last run of his fingers across his head, Victor fluffed up his beard and gave it one last rinse to ensure all the soap was out before turning the now cooling water off. He was sad to say goodbye to the shower but knew he had put off the next stage too long. Taking a deep breath in and holding it for a count of three, Victor let it out and grabbed his towel, drying himself off.

He walked over to where the robes and slippers were and grabbed one that was large enough for his frame, granted it was a lot shorter than he'd have liked, his knees were not his best asset but he wasn't complaining too much, at least it covered his intimates. Except if he bent over... He did always have issues, even before, with non-custom robes due to his height and width. He slipped his feet into the slippers, wiggling his remaining toes against them. He still cringed, thinking about when he had lost them but shook himself out of those memories and back into the here and now. That was not something he wanted to revisit just yet, if ever.

He walked over with his bag of dirty laundry and dropped it against the wall that Doc had pointed out earlier. He saw that he'd also pulled out his tools for checking out Victor and he couldn't help but wrinkle his nose at it. This in turn caused an itch to travel to his sinuses, which in turn settled at the back of his throat and caused another coughing fit. This was a pretty bad one, his face turning purple as he struggled to catch his breath again, his coughing being aimed in towards his chest and the wall. A wheeze left him as he forced air back into his lungs once the coughing abated and he had to place a hand on the wall to keep himself upright. 

It did abate but it took a minute and he had to take some time to get his breathing back to normal with less of a wheeze. He pressed a hand to his chest and turned towards Doc. [color=khaki]"I am sorry, that came out of nowhere."[/color] Victor walked towards Michael, tightening his robe around himself and waited for instruction from Doc on what he wanted from him. He was really, god damn nervous and, although he knew what to expect, he still dreaded seeing the outcome. He wrung his hands together as he addressed Michael. [color=khaki]"I am ready when you are?"[/color] He glanced over to Maddoc, who had been silent since they had entered the building, he was curious what was going through that man's head.[hr]