"Why can't I sl e e P?"

        roleplay without that is… well, repetitive… & not very fulfilling to me. 

               She didn’t do a lot of shopping- well, she actually didn’t do a lot of leaving the hospital at all. There really was never a need to. Of course with this she could probably afford to buy herself something nice but she wouldn’t know where to start anyways.☽☁

He tilted his head up, a speculative glint in his eyes. “I mean, you sound like a pretty valuable employee here if your boss is paying you just to flirt, let alone anything else.”

You'd think for somebody doing some pretty important research people would respect you more.

               ☁☾ “Ah yes, Severe Erythrocytism Prefusion.” She rolled her eyes, she made a small mental note of the description “Miss, I’m going to need you to describe your symptoms. All the symptoms. Or better yet, have you seen a different doctor about this before that we can contact, or is this your first case of this.” ☽☁

“Umm… I don’t really think I can answer that without being– er, offensive…” Guessing they have white hair because they’re old.

She blinked in confusion. The young lady sure is an odd one. “W-Well, it looks like my normal hair color; brown. I-It’s not really light, so I don’t understand how you can mistake it for white…”

                ☁☾  “If you worked where I worked and hadn’t sleep in 3 months you’d probably see it the same way, I guess.” It was either her job, the sleeping problem, or the girl in front of her was severally mistaken.☽☁

“Ratatosk.” He replied simply upon being asked about his name.

               ☁☾  “I just told you, I’m okay. I don’t think I’ve ever heard that name in my life, and I’ve heard some pretty strange ones... It’s foreign, right?” She was slightly confused at why he suddenly seemed more annoyed than he had before, but it wasn’t really any of her business.☽☁

“Gotta ask, though — what good’s the extra paycheck if you can’t get off work long enough to spend it?”

               She didn’t do a lot of shopping- well, she actually didn’t do a lot of leaving the hospital at all. There really was never a need to. Of course with this she could probably afford to buy herself something nice but she wouldn’t know where to start anyways.☽☁

               ☁☾“Well It looks green to me, I could be wrong though. I haven’t slept in three months. The green looks neon fucking pink half the time.”☽☁

                                                                    “T-Three months!? M-Madame, you need to get to bed! You must be hallucinating, with that amount of sleep depriv.. Deeprevaton? S-Something like that!”

☁☾“Trust me, Sir, I would if I could.” She took note of the male's voice, it seemed to hold an accent somewhat and along with the issue in vocabulary, she assumed he wasn't from around here. "It doesn't keep me from my job, so it's not a big deal."☽☁

“I can’t go back there, I can’t…”

“Well, it’s bound to happen to anyone.” He pointed out lightly and shrugged. It had happened to him, though he was fine now. “What would you prefer I called you by?”

                She was mostly just being honest. She was weighing on the probability that this encounter would be both their first, and probably their            last. ☽☁

A thoughtful, sly smile crossed his face. “So is he planning to give you a bonus if you get further along than just chit-chat?” Alvin was willing to bet that given a shoulder to lean on and a few minutes of nothing to do, the nurse could at least get a little nap. And maybe even get paid for it.

                She took it the wrong way, though his tone hadn’t been suggestive, she wasn’t about to even let the thought of them ‘going further’ even be an option. Nip it in the bud, as they say. ☽☁

                “What the fuck...” He was handing the knife back to her and she felt like she was staring at death itself, She quickly retrieved the knife and went to stab his once more, aiming for his throat this time. ☽☁

                                                                   “G-Green? I don’t remember it being green- I-Is it really..?”

               ☁☾“Well It looks green to me, I could be wrong though. I haven’t slept in three months. The green looks neon fucking pink half the time.”☽☁

“Umm… I don’t really think I can answer that without being– er, offensive…” Guessing they have white hair because they’re old.

☁☾ She stared at her somewhat blankly and shook her head, “Look pure fucking white to me. Whats it look like to you?” Maybe this lack of sleep was effecting her more than she thought.☽☁

This lady must not know who he was, typical. “It is what I call your kind, after all you’re all mortals.” He replied and nodded. “Well, everyone has a name. Obviously.”

☁☾“I’d just rather not be reminded of my teetering existence, thank you.Names don’t remind you that you’re under kept and probably on the unknown verge of death.”☽☁

“Three months? And I thought my midnight insomnia was bad,” he teased her gently. “How are you even still standing? … Better question. How is it your boss hasn’t made you take some time off?” Working on no sleep couldn’t possibly be safe.

               ☁☾ "Trust me, I ask myself those same questions everyday. But considering I’m the only nurse that’s not fucking high on narcotics constantly, I’m pretty sure It’s safer for me to be working than anybody else.” ☽☁