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Post by Volume Virus on Dec 24, 2011 9:28:11 GMT -5
((I suppose you guys are headed to the party now, yes?))
*Eventually, I realize that Sylvia and Red probably headed off without me. It's either that or they're taking a very long time. I leave a note explaining that I've already left taped to my door and follow a clump of researchers down to the party, trying not to trip over my long green gown.*
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Post by Arson Anthem on Dec 30, 2011 20:29:09 GMT -5
*rb Retro* This is Arson, calling Retro. Do you read? Repeat, this is Arson calling Retro. Please respond.
*I wait a few seconds, listening to the static, then repeat the transmission*
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Post by redhavoc on Dec 30, 2011 20:43:06 GMT -5
[Dr.Brian:]
*I stumble into my office, exhausted. Red is finally stable again and my other patients are safely back from the party. I'm so tired I almost trip over a carton of patient belonging a nurse left for me to sign off on. I look at the tag, reading Sylvia Main/'Retro Rebel' Send to Floor 4 for analysis and store -R.W. I jump back when the carton comes to life and a woman's voice asks for Retro. I fish around in the box and find a beat up radio. Hands shaking, I take a chance and answer back, too tired to worry about company policy*
H-hello? Do you mean Sylvia Main? I'm the doctor that treated her...
*Crap, I think, why did I tell them that?*
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Post by Arson Anthem on Dec 31, 2011 13:59:01 GMT -5
*rb Brian* What? You - you treated her? For what? With what? *I know I'm talking too fast, but can't slow myself down.*
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Post by redhavoc on Dec 31, 2011 16:18:51 GMT -5
[Dr.Brian:]
*I run my hands through my hair, not sure how much information to give. However, the woman sounds worried and I don't see what harm it can be to give her a few details* She was hurt from the viper attack and we treated her with minimal medication, at her request. She is now a voluntary guest of BLI, as far as I know.
*I look around, quickly shutting my door. I could get fired for this*
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Post by Arson Anthem on Dec 31, 2011 16:36:58 GMT -5
*rb* What medication did you give her, and where is she now?
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Post by redhavoc on Dec 31, 2011 16:46:30 GMT -5
[Dr.Brian:]
*I panic as she asks for more information. I don't want to give away to much to the killjoys, the terrorists. I've probably said too much as it is*
I'm sorry, I can't say anymore. Uhhh, this radio will be turned off from now on. Don't try calling again
*I turn the radio off and wipe my fingerprints off it before dropping it in the box. I start to go towards my desk, but think better of it and quickly sign off on the contents of the crate. Going out to the hospital, I find an orderly to take it to it's next destination. Better to get rid of the radio as quickly as possible*
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Post by Sylvia Main on Jan 1, 2012 14:24:01 GMT -5
*I rush into the hospital and nearly collide with the front desk, anxious to find Red's room. As soon as the secretary finds the number I run down the hall barefoot and dodge an old lady in a wheelchair. I stub my toe on a gurney but run into her room as soon as I see the number posted on the door. I stand there gasping and just stare at her, letting the sight burn my retinas. Then I collapse into a chair next to the bed and bury my face in my hands.* Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. *I should have been more coherent, I should have stopped her from getting involved. I should have killed Morand. Fuck. I told myself I would watch over her and help her get better so I could help her escape but I keep failing. She keeps getting hurt as soon as I turn my back. Maybe I should leave. But then she'll be stuck with them and I don't trust any of them further than I can throw them. And then there are those fucking pills. I quickly push that thought to the back of my head and sigh, looking back up at her. It's not going to be an easy decision.*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Jan 1, 2012 22:43:57 GMT -5
*The handcuffs are taken off when I'm let out of the holding room, and I head straight for the hospital wing. I'm slightly surprised I'm not being escorted, but I'm guessing I wouldn't be able to leave on my own if I tried to. Besides, I might as well take advantage of the medical care while I'm still here; I don't think that'll be much longer.*
*I find Red's room without much wandering, but stop in the doorway when I see the killjoy - or maybe ex-killjoy, I'm not sure - sitting beside her bed. I hesitate, but then go in anyway. I probably won't get another chance. I walk over to the bed, not making eye contact with Main, and look down at Red. She looks terrible. I can't believe they even let her go to the party. And then to think I almost hit her... I almost pick up her hand, but can't bring myself to do so with Main in the room. It doesn't look like Red's going to wake up any time soon, either.*
Tell her goodbye for me. *I still don't look at Main*
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Post by Sylvia Main on Jan 2, 2012 9:57:26 GMT -5
*I look up and quickly wipe my eyes when I see Max but return my attention to just staring at all the tubing. I don't say anything to him and I don't try to look at him. It's silent for a long time and when Max speaks I just nod. I take a shaky breath and stand up.* If... if you want to have a moment... *I point over my shoulder at the door, knowing that it's not very 'better living' but something tells me this might be the last time they see each other. *
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Post by Max Griffiths on Jan 2, 2012 10:17:46 GMT -5
*I shake my head and turn for the door.* No use. *I pause again in the doorway but then force myself to keep going. I need medical treatment before whatever's going to happen, and lingering here won't do anyone any good.*
*A few minutes later I'm being looked over by a nurse, and given a few medications to try. Only one actually does anything - a pain pill - and I've given several bottles of it. They say I'll need reconstructive surgery for my nose, this having been the third break within two weeks, but I shrug them off. It's not like it makes any difference. I stay in the room I was assigned to while they monitor me for signs of a concussion, hoping I don't run into anyone else.*
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Post by rileywilson on Jan 3, 2012 22:10:50 GMT -5
[From 'Holiday Party' p.12]
*I get off on the Hospital floor and efficiently make my way to Red's room. I've been told that she's woken up a few times, but as I am not interested in her anymore I have not bothered to visit. I go over to her side cart and look for the correct pill bottle, humming. Once I find it I take out the painkillers. She won't need those anymore*
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Post by Kettu Jarva on Jan 3, 2012 22:15:41 GMT -5
*I walk into reds room to check on her and see wilson tampering with the pill bottles* Riley? What are you doing in here? It is well past visiting hours and you should not be touching those bottles. *I say in my most condescending tone*
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Post by rileywilson on Jan 3, 2012 22:22:37 GMT -5
*Damnit! I quickly try to hide the bottle, but it falls to the floor. Careless of me. I turn around, furious*
When have I ever needed 'visiting hours', Kettu? I heard that you were back. Here to make a fool of yourself again?
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Post by Kettu Jarva on Jan 3, 2012 22:26:06 GMT -5
*I chuckle at his carelessness and pick up the bottle* You need visiting hours when you are not this young girls main physician. *I study the bottle and frown* You are the only reason I think of myself as a failure. Now if we are going to get into peoples personal lives Where are you storing my sister?
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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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