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Post by Sylvia Main on Dec 17, 2011 12:50:51 GMT -5
Ooooh, ouch. That really hurt! *I hold a hand to my chest as though he'd stabbed me and feign pain. I smirk at him again and toss my apple in the trash.* I can handle my own. Unlike you draculoids with your small brain capacity I can think my way out of this one and I'm not dependent on my 'unit'.
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Post by Sylvia Main on Dec 17, 2011 13:20:51 GMT -5
Ha, well I guess we'll see. *I watch him for a moment, curious. They have him brainwashed, convinced that BLI is the only way to live. It's almost pathetic. I smile when an idea comes to me of how I can spend my time here. Just need to find some sugar pills...* To each his own dickuloid. 'Be seeing you'. *I laugh and brush past him, grabbing a banana on my way out of the cafeteria.*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Dec 17, 2011 18:35:53 GMT -5
*I've been staring at the same folder for ten minutes now, unable to make sense of the numbers. Why is this even necessary? It's not like anyone actually reads anything that gets filed. I wouldn't be surprised if it all just gets shredded a week after it's filled out. Pointless, all of it. Morand was right on one point - I need to get back out into the Zones. Standing, I shove my chair back and leave the room. There has to be something else to do around here.*
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Rachel Mahoney
BLInd Kid
split in two and never quite whole
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Post by Rachel Mahoney on Dec 17, 2011 19:15:36 GMT -5
*i quickly change into the clothes Ryan brought me and go to leave when I hear a tapping at my window. I turn and almost fall back startled when I see Static hanging outside the window. He motions to the window and I quickly open it for him* what are you doing here?
came to see my little sister one last time before I head back out into the Zones *i swing into the room in one smooth motion*
You're leaving again? I just got you back! *i start coughing loudly and hope it doesn't draw any attention from the doctors outside* you can't go!
I don't want to leave you either, but I have work to do out there like you do here. *i pull her into a hug and kiss the top of her head* I love you sis. Stay safe, stay strong, and stay shiny Raven. *i release her and jump out the window*
*i run over to the window but he's already gone. I feel tears come to my eyes and I quickly blink them away before I leave the room. I pass by Morand in the hall and nod a greeting to him*
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Post by Kettu Jarva on Dec 17, 2011 21:42:07 GMT -5
*As Brian and I go through his rounds i cant help but feel the worst has happened to my sister. I smile kindly at all the patients my concern growing for everyone on wilsons team.*
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Post by Aerith Lin on Dec 18, 2011 2:16:05 GMT -5
*The new office is nice, the curtains over the window could be changed though... the walls have mounts for my swords and various other equipment all ready for when I take my leave. I lay on the couch and recover from the battle. The poison did a number on my arm but its healing rapidly, now its only left to the healing of the bruises and side effects of adrenaline*
*calls to the secretary Casey* Casey, bring me some coffee and a chocolate bar. Oh and Call Riley and see what he's doing, thanks.
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Post by rileywilson on Dec 18, 2011 2:41:24 GMT -5
*I am plotting with Orwell when I get a call from Casey, the new secretary for our unit. I groan, but decide to take the call* Casey this is not a good- what? Who wants to know? ...Oh, I'm having a strategy session with Orwell.... She's awake?... Tell her I'll be over as soon as I'm done.
*I hang up and go back to Orwell, who asks who it was. I tell him that Aerith is awake and Orwell gets an amused expression on his face. He tells me to go check on her and return when I'm done, that I'll be of no use until I check on her. I ask him what he means by that, but he only shoos me away. A bit confused, I leave my notes with Orwell and go knock on Aerith's door*
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Post by Belle Sacramento on Dec 18, 2011 2:58:19 GMT -5
*It's been quite some time since the Viper threat was dealt with, and the Tower has remained in a depressing state. Repairs in the city are ongoing, but watching the security feeds for the Tower itself only convinces me that our employees are still feeling the effects of the fighting. Their bad humors are visible even through their medication; the draculoid Morand is picking fights and Max is reacting poorly, the agents who haven't been released yet are becoming harder for the medical staff to handle, and the doctors themselves are still under a lot of stress. I noticed Main had returned to the Tower, but pushed aside any related emotions. The past is the past, and I'm glad she appears receptive to accepting our help.*
*The best thing to do, I decide, is to arrange something completely separate from daily work; something to bring everyone together, remind them that we're all aiming for the same positive goals, and celebrate our victory against the Vipers. A party of sorts - and just in time for the holidays, too.*
*I smile at the thought, and open a new document on my computer to start framing an invitation. Community building is just what we need. And besides, however the party turns out, it will be a valuable opportunity for me to watch the interactions of the team members, study their strengths and weaknesses. Surveillance is all well and good, but spending time with someone is infinitely better. I've spent too much time lately swamped in the administrative side of my position; I've neglected my employees. I haven't even had time to oversee a single Wolfblood treatment since my Afterlife policy took effect. I finish typing and send the document off to the Tower's central communications desk for general dispersal, then leave my office. I think I need a cup of tea before I turn in.*
(The party itself will take place on "Holiday Party." Feel free to stay on this thread until you actually leave the hospital)
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Post by rileywilson on Dec 18, 2011 3:39:48 GMT -5
*I'm waiting at Aerith's door when I get another call from Casey. I'm getting tired of our secretary already* For the love of everything that is better, Casey, this had better be good.
[Casey:] Sir, an security camera caught Morand and Max fighting with each other, culminating in one shooting the other in the foot. This happened half-an-hour ago, but the security officer just submitted his report less than a minute ago. Also, Belle Sacramento has sent a general announcement to the central com desk, but I don't have the authorization to find out what it is.
*I curse, curtly thank Casey, and turn away from Aerith. She'll have to wait. I spend the next half-hour going through the security feeds and decide that Max will need some special medication and they will both have to be docked pay for the next week as a consequence for fighting. I head back to Orwell's and we talk it over. He agrees with me*
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[Dr.Brian:]
*Our last patient is Angeline Pacis. She looks surprised when I enter the room and I ask her how her Attending has been so far. She replies that she has not seen anyone in days and I feel the color drain from my face. I'll have to fire someone for this*
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Post by Volume Virus on Dec 18, 2011 11:01:49 GMT -5
*I could explode with happiness when I get visitors, even if it's only a pair of doctors, one that I haven't seen before. I've been so lonely! Doctor Brian seems unhappy for some reason. I wonder if it's something I said. Should I have pretended that people had come in to talk to me? I thought I was getting out of the hospital yesterday, actually, but nobody came to tell me that I was free to go. Going through the memories that have slowly come back over the past few days, people don't often remember my existance, or notice it. I was there during the last fight, suggesting that we help the poor Killjoy man that used to be our ally; no one even bothered to disagree with me, even though I was being rather loud. I've been forgotten on the way to missions and abandoned in a flaming mall with lowlife Killjoys. Perhaps I shouldn't even bother being in a Draculoid unit; if I died, I'm sure no one would even notice!* Sir? Can I, ah...may I go back to work now? I was supposed to be released yesterday. Or was it the day before? When was the sixteenth of December?
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Post by Kettu Jarva on Dec 18, 2011 11:18:31 GMT -5
* I smile at miss pacis* Angeline you do not remember what day it is? *I look at her chart after giving Brian a concerned look.* Did you hit your head in the battle?
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Post by Volume Virus on Dec 18, 2011 11:22:08 GMT -5
I was punched really hard in the jaw by a man wearing armor. I had a concussion. *I pause, realizing that he thinks I have amnesia.* But I only don't know when it is because I've been in here for a while with no calendar. And no visitors. When was the fight over? Was it four days ago or five? *I run through my mind, trying to count the number of nights I've been in here. One, two, three, four....* Five days, right? Then it must be the eighteenth. *I've been in here two days extra because no one cares about me. Wow.* I'm fine now, though. May I please, please go back to work?
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Post by Kettu Jarva on Dec 18, 2011 11:26:14 GMT -5
*I smile at her again and let out a small chuckle* that is up to Dr. Brian here. *I hold out my hand* My name is Dr. Jarva you can come to me or Dr. Brian when ever you are hurt alright?
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Post by Volume Virus on Dec 18, 2011 11:36:44 GMT -5
Yes, sir. *I shake his hand and force a smile, still feeling sad. Even though as far back as I can remember (to my beginnings in BLI), people forgot me until I was needed and then went back to forgetting me. Why, then, do I feel like I used to have something...more than that? I need more pills. I ran out yesterday.* Are you new here? I haven't ever seen you before. Um, welcome!
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Post by Kettu Jarva on Dec 18, 2011 11:38:38 GMT -5
I've come out of my early retirement. My sister was here for a while I dont know what has happened to her but I am back where I obviously belong. *as I talk about my sister a flash of sadness is shown in my eyes but it is quickly covered by caring once again*
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Yes, I'm still running - sort of. But it is lonely out here. Haven't seen anyone else for a while.
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