Jeminai’s right eye twitched once…. Twice…. Not making it to a third time but instead starting to quiver and seem to pulse. Making her blink hard on that side.

"You, uh.... have something on your face.... Ma'am."

Ya think? “Why how observant you are sweat heart.”

"Would you like me to remove it?"

”Nooooooooo!” She grumbled. “I don’t want your filthy hands touching me.” Even through a towel. She mentally shivered at that thought. Snatching with her hand to stop Neena’s hand, and pull it away from the towels. Just then Ethan could be heard snorting in the background. His attempts to hold back his laughter had completely failed and now it seemed he was practically choking himself with his amusement and joy.

This drew Jeminai’s attention away from Neena where she could have seen those blue stains. Making Neena get caught blue handed. So to speak. Instead she rounded on Ethan turning so fast that her extended, accusing finger practically pounded him in the chest, making him take a step back, stumbling into the wall.

“What was that Ethan?”

“Ummm aahhhh”

“Hmmmm?” She jabbed him in the chest again using the same bony digit.

“I was just thinking ho your hair looks like the color of that blue Easter grass.” He practically choked. “Sir,… I mean Miss… I mean… ahhhhh”

“I don’t want your filthy hands touching me.” A rather ironic statement, since the woman lashed out and grabbed her arm. Neena decided to stick with the 'play dumb' card for the moment. She regarded her restrained hand with a curious frown.

"Well, I'm sure I can find some sanitizer somewhere. And some glov-"

“What was that Ethan?” The woman whirled on Neena's escort, sending him fumbling for words. “Hmmmm?”

“I was just thinking ho your hair looks like the color of that blue Easter grass. Sir,… I mean Miss… I mean… ahhhhh”

Neena could barely keep her composure, and turned away, clearing her throat. There were so many bad egg puns in that simple statement......

She attempted to pull her arm back, so she could continue on with her vacuuming, and hopefully cover her laughter with the roar.

Jeminai practically slapped her right hand over her eye to keep it from twitching so hard. Other non twitchy eye glaring daggers right at poor Ethan. He dare call her a Sir. As if she was any way related to the male gender of the human race. Then go on to stutter Miss. As if she were in her thirties or over. I mean did a person with blue hair ever have blue hair if they were over their thirties! Even if Jeminai hadn’t done this on purpose to herself he should consider that. Did he? Nooooo!

In the back ground the vacuumed started again and Jeminai spun around throwing her blue streaked face back in Neena’s “Excuse me. We were talking.” She Moved to grab the handle of the vacuum cleaner, pausing for a second. “Are you the two sent to clean the rooms today?”

Clearly the gears in Jeminai’s head were starting to turn. Making the hamster in her head work twice as hard to avoid falling off his wheel.

Ethan didn't step backward, though he sincerely wanted to. He didn't miss the eye twitching, but it only added to the ridiculousness of Jemmenai's appearance. Blue hair and streaked face, purple bunny slippers and robe? For cryin' out loud, she looked like a crazed, walking, Easter marshmallow bunny! A crazed Marshmallow buny that had been known to bite when aggravated. Literally. And she was looking really aggravated.....

"It's a good shade for you, Sir. Miss.... erm...." She wasn't looking less aggravated, but the noise in the room seemed to distract her. When she whirled back, he took to his heels and scooted out into the hall, shutting the door behind him. Let the mutie take most of the sting....

Neena watched him go, snorting slightly. Jemmanai grabbed the vacuum.

“Excuse me. We were talking. Are you the two sent to clean the rooms today?”

"Two?" She looked around pointedly. Then added, "I guess I'm considered the night crew." She shrugged. "Um.... did I miss something?"

Now there was a loaded question.....

"It's a good shade for you, Sir. Miss.... erm...."

“Of course it is.” Jeminai said running an hand over her hair. Straightening the wet spikes. “But I’m not supposed to be blue. And of all blues definitely not glowing toilet bowl blue!”

"Two?"

“Yes TWO!” She grumbled. “You and…” Jeminai turned around to jab another finger at Ethan only to find that he had disappeared. “Guilty, stupid, son of a donkey.”

"I guess I'm considered the night crew."

Jeminai turned her attention back to Neena crossing her arms. “So during the night you go through all of the guard barracks with that guard?” Jemmy poked a thumb over her shoulder in Ethan’s direction.

<" 'Toilet bowl blue?' "> It suddenly got harder to keep a straight face. Neena held her breath and looked down at the floor. <"Don't think about it, don't think about it, don't think about it.....">

“So during the night you go through all of the guard barracks with that guard?”

Neena kept her eyes groundward. "Not always with him. But yes, usually its me. Um.... did I misplace something in your room..... uh...."

It was a possibility that she'd made a mistake, and this wasn't Jeminai. Either way though, Neena was on the verge of losing her dumb act, so she was going to avoid the woman's eyes as long as possible.

There was something Jeminai wasn’t being told but she’d get to the bottom of it. Jeminai always got to the bottom of things. Then got her revenge. Revenge was fun.

"Not always with him. But yes, usually its me. Um.... did I misplace something in your room..... uh...."

Jeminai jumped right in. “Ah but you were cleaning the barracks with him tonight. Correct?” Jeminai rubbed her palms together, suddenly realizing her hands and wrists were coated with the blue color as well. With little streaks going down her arms where the water had run off along her elbows. And her fingernails looked like they should glow in the dark.

She examined her nails further tilting her chin up for a different viewing angle as if that made a difference. “I only ask because there are rumors going around about guards playing practically jokes on other guards. Did you know that it’s even gone to theft? Someone’s even missing a ipod.”

“Ah but you were cleaning the barracks with him tonight. Correct?”

Neena nodded, eyes still down and still fighting laughter.

“I only ask because there are rumors going around about guards playing practical jokes on other guards. Did you know that it’s even gone to theft? Someone’s even missing a ipod.”

Neena didn't move her head, but her eyes glanced upward.

"No, I'm sorry. I didn't realize that." It was true. She hadn't heard of guards playing jokes on other guards, nor of them stealing from each other.

An ipod? Neena sifted through her mind for a moment before recalling what an ipod was. She didn't keep up with modern technology. She was still trying to figure out email.... Hmm.....

"I'll keep my eyes open for the ipod, if you'll tell me what it is- erm.... I mean, what it looks like...."

Her glance returned groundward, though the urge to giggle had abated a bit. There was more in that inquery than finding out what guards were pranking each other. A lot more.....

Neena had trained herself in all aspects of vision as a necessity; keen observation often meant the difference between freedom and confinement, even life and death growing up. She'd already tripped up once, when ended in her being in the Camps in the first place. Jemanai's blue eyes held an edge that the African mutant realized she's best be wary of, and avoid being tripped up again.

So she dismissed the woman's ridiculous appearance from her vision, instead focusing on the other details to be gleaned. Two could play at the deliberate misdirection game.

"No, I'm sorry. I didn't realize that."

“Of course you didn’t” Jeminai replied looking down her thin nose, at Neena. “Why would I tell you if you knew.” The, formerly white haired guard, grumbled.

"I'll keep my eyes open for the ipod, if you'll tell me what it is- erm.... I mean, what it looks like...."

Jeminai froze for a minute. Someone didn’t know what an Ipod looked like? Was that possible? She held her blue tinted hands up to show the size. To Neena. “It’s about this big, flat and has a little tiny screan like a TV. It might have little head phones with it still.”

Jeminai tilted her head. Golly should couldn’t believe she spoke to this freak like she was normal for a minute. Freaky…

(I believe Neena and Jeminai have already met at the beginning of the camps, at the end of the first laundry thread. that is if Neena became awake enough.)

(OOC: Oooo.... I forgot about that. lol Neena was a bit out of it at the time though; her vision was acting wacky, and the bracelet was shocking her. So I'll pass it off as that.)

“It’s about this big, flat and has a little tiny screan like a TV. It might have little head phones with it still.”

Neena lifted her gaze long enough to see the description, then nodded. "I'll keep an eye out it. Erm.... who should I report to? If I se-"

"Are you almost finished, Miss? We've still got to finish the other side, and she's already behind schedule again." Ethan interrupted after a brief knock, poking his head in. The only reason he hazarded it was because he had an appointment in the kitchen at the end of his shift.

(No worries. I just remembered it at the end of my last post.)

"I'll keep an eye out it. Erm.... who should I report to? If I se-"

Jeminai was just about to answer her when they were so rudely interrupted.

"Are you almost finished, Miss? We've still got to finish the other side, and she's already behind schedule again."

“Excuse me Ethan but was I addressing you?” Jeminai slowly turned around and approached the door. One hand reached out and grabbed a bottle of rubbing alcohol off of the table then checked the glass bottle at Ethan’s head. “We are talking and she will take as long as it takes to do her job right!” Deodorant was chucked at him next. Then a little wooden box of what ever. Her hand reached for something else only to find the rest of the top of the desk was empty. So she pulled the drawer open reaching inside for more.

“Excuse me Ethan but was I addressing you? We are talking and she will take as long as it takes to do her job right!”

Neena shook her head slightly. <"Can we say, 'anger management'?>" And did the woman realize she was just making her job longer by throwing all of that stuff at the door?

Her nose wrinkled at the smell of the rubbing alcohol. She'd been hoping to swipe that.....

A resigned sigh escaped her throat. She was getting tired, and the smell of the alcohol made her stomach queasy.

"Well, I was nearly done here...." she remarked aloud.

(I don’t know how far you want this to go but I do intend on having Jeminai walk around the camps in varying shades of neon blue now. *Grins.*)

"Well, I was nearly done here...."

What was it with people interrupting and being rude when she was talking to the other individual. Feeling even more vengeful she picked something up to chuck at Neena. This item being a bottle of gold bond foot powder that made a thick cloud of dust as she threw it. Ok. So maybe Jeminai did have anger management issues. She was blue, and cramping. She was entitled. “Well you’ll just be enjoying my company longer then wont you.” Jeminai sneered. She was having a bad day so she intended on making things worst for the others around her.

(OOC: Yay, blue hair! lol And it just depends on how violent and/or sneaky Jemanai feels. Neena is grumpy, sort of of, so however you want to react to that. lol)

Neena dodged the powdery missile fairly easily. It hit the wall and bounced backwards, and the top popped off, spilling whiteness all over where she'd just finished vacuuming.

"I just cleaned that...." she grumbled, frowning.

“Well you’ll just be enjoying my company longer then wont you.”

"Lovely.... Just lovely...." A half sigh/half growl rumbled in Neena's throat. She bent over to retrieve the bottle and dump it, coughing a bit from the cloud, then switched the vacuum back on.

(Hmmmm….. Two individuals with tempers…. Sooooo tempting…..)

Jeminai crossed her arms as she watched neena. Still in her robe and slippers, no matter how odd she looked, she could still manage to take a post that demanded attention. Even if the pose only added to the comedy of the rest of her look.

A small smirk formed across her face as Neena went to pick the bottle of powder up. Only to have it spill more so. “Well you must be really, really enjoying my company.”