Bleach Hat And-clogs Novels & Stories

"Welcome, scum," said a man in shorts and a blue polo shirt. The man wore a black hat with the letters HTH on it. A whistle hung around his neck. There was a scar that started from the back of his head and down his spine. He had a clipboard in one hand and a pencil in the other.

Cedric POV The car reeked of bleach, blood, and that sharp, metallic copper smell that always comes with the mess. It was in the air, in the seats, even in the damn leather. I leaned back in the plush seat of the Bentley, pulling off my gloves and wiping my hands with a damp cloth. It didn’t do much. The scent was there, lingering in the fabric no matter how many times I tried to scrub it out. It stuck to everything, a constant reminder of the shit I have to deal with.

it's argh damn it! I took a white, fitted long sleeves and wore it under this dress. This better and more comfortable. I brushed my hair and let it fall on my back while I didn't bother to place my bangs on the side. It's better if they cover my eyes. I also wore a pair of silver pumps which is two inches high. I took my glasses and a long white coat. I want to feel warm especially that the weather doesn't seem friendly today. Clea's forehead creased as soon as she saw me. She mouthed, "What the f*ck are you wearing?"

I strapped on a pair of hiking boots with the hidden contraband heel. As an afterthought, I slid a three-inch blade I bought in New Orleans in the compartment. Looking at myself in the mirror, I realized I resembled a poor knockoff of Wesley Snipes in Blade. To finish the ensemble, I cut a hole in the top of my trench coat and slid my souvenir Hatori Hanzo from the Kill Bill Series down the back. A pair of Ray Bans and fake fangs and I looked a little better. I ran outside and jumped into my 78 Corvette Stingray with rebuilt engine, bald tires and rusted muffler. Hey, I was in college on a scholarship.

The cloak extended down to his ankles, with slits on the sides to allow for unrestricted movement during combat. Beneath the cloak was a form-fitting, dark ensemble made of flexible, reinforced material. The shirt and pants were designed for agility, featuring subtle armor plating at vital points to protect against attacks without sacrificing mobility. Black, fingerless gloves covered his hands, enhancing his grip and leaving his fingers free for delicate tasks. Completing the outfit were a pair of sturdy, black boots with soft soles, enabling Claud to move silently across any terrain. The boots were reinforced at the toes and heels, offering both protection and an added edge in hand-to-hand

⁠ I⁠ tied a‍ rag around‍ my face like a mask. I po​ured b‍l⁠each on t⁠he floor.⁠ I​ poured bleach‌ on the walls. The s​mell was overp‍ower⁠ing, ch‍emica‍l and sha‍rp‌.​ It burned my‌ e⁠yes, but I lov‍e‍d‌ it. It smelle‌d⁠ like purity. ‍I scrubbed the c‍oncrete⁠ on my h‍ands an⁠d‌ knee​s.⁠ I scrubbed the toilet‌. I s⁠crubbed the s‍ink.

“That’s what you said the time you dropped the shampoo bottle and it broke open all over the kitchen floor. We were skidding across the tile every day for the next three months.” “Shoddy craftsmanship,” she retorted, but caught the bottle deftly and studied the cloudy liquid. “What is this stuff, anyway?” She looked up and saw their instructors approaching. Both were dressed for action in the black uniform and buckled leather vests of the Haunt guard, but with the addition of red embroidered patches on their left breasts, possibly an indication of rank. The patches looked like Celtic knot work. Jayems also wore a torque around his neck.

Hae Jin waltzed into the lobby with a bucket and mop in his hands. Nari had her hands over her mouth, her cheeks puffed, "Pfft!" Effie sighed. "Just ignore us and there will be no problem.." "What the hell are you guys wearing?!" Jae Hwa blurted out before Effie could complete her statement. Effie and Hae Jin had on a construction helmets, nose masks, rubber boots and gloves, plunger, a basket full of bleaching agents. "Don't tell me you are taking all of those to…" "Yup! There is a clogged toilet on the third floor. I and Effie had been called upon to clean it up. This is the first time it has ever happened but don't worry we are prepared!" Hae Jin looked resolved to face a big challenge.

I make something up, hoping she’s not busy. “Oh okay, that works then” She nods, causing the weight to be lifted off my shoulder. I quickly picked out some clothes, settling on my UCLA football hoodie, a pair of light-washed jeans, and white basketball sneakers. “Put a hat on” Kisses pipes in, smiling softly. “You and your hat fascination. Which one?” I smile, holding up a white one and a yellow one. She blushes, pointing at the yellow one. I quickly fix my hair so the hat fits on my head perfectly.

Taking a rag from a pile in the white basket, I damped it under the wash basin pipe before applying the disinfectant and rubbing it all over me. At least the movies consistently depict that there was typically a hat to go along with the uniform. I scoured the area and rummaged in the basket. I ripped the locker door off, but I can't seem to find a hat. I give up! If this were a movie I would most definitely be wearing a hat. I’m highly frustrated and must leave this room, but I took a minute to assess my predicament.