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The lepidotera was bundled in various layers of clothing, the slight clattering of their teeth unnoticed. They flashed the light of the eyes of the patient, examining them with the quickness of a consultant. "Room 6, Opto-biopsy." They said as they drank a cup of hot water. There was a look of mirth and brief sastifaction. The moth looked around. So many patients to be triaged, so little time. There was annoyed sound realizing the amount of patients still need to be triaged, the med student intern probably crying in the closet. They cleared his throat.
"Can all patients with vital injuries please come foward." They said their voice hoarse. Not paying attention to their surroundings. Without skipping a beat he said from his notebook. "Last name, date of birth, reason for visit."
Jiro had taken an unexplained, authorized leave. A year later, he returned as if nothing had happened though someone somewhere knew for sure, systems would be flagged, questions would be asked try as he might avoid them.
Either way, the truth was clear; the zilla inside him had grown restless.
"Sorry." He cut in suddenly having zoned out mid-conversation. His hands trembled with rage before he forced them still. "You were saying?"
who / what: open starter by arkady rasputin for @armageddonfm when / where: the bearded lady (or wherever you want, ะดะตะฒะพัะบะฐ)
โ Sheโs been dead for hundred years, and she wants me to take her place, โ Arkady heaved a heavy sigh, drawn out longer than comfortable. He has been drinking again, having spent his hours of free time drowning in alcohol. The storm might be gone, the wastelands once again open for jobs, which should be good for his personal finances, but some things never change. He let out a quick burp, louder than expected, before continuing his drunken tirade, oblivious to the identity of the unfortunate person next to him, โ Tell me, would you leave city for itty bitty shitty hovel in wastelands? โ
starter for @ofruinations (victor)
"I didn't like the set as much this time," Brom admits, but it's clear from his tone and expression that rudeness isn't his intention... he's only being honest. If he'd been aiming for rudeness, the thick-furred tail swaying behind him would only betray how he really feels about seeing Victor again. "Your instruments were tuned sharp and made my teeth hurt. I liked your vocals, though."
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status: open. location: hospital.
he's at the end of his forty-eight hour shift which took place after a thirty-two hour research sesh so it is safe to say that tristan is not in the mood to play the small talk game anymore. thankfully though, he's still sharp enough to do his job, never growing bored in the emergency room. this patient, however, he considers to be his last one for the day... or rather, days. "...again? I thought I told you to keep out of trouble the last time you were here. what did you do now?"
status: open
location: entertainment sector (utp)
"..." a stranger is in the way. arms crossed over his chest, hunter stares them down, expecting that they'll move.
Min & ? || Location: The outskirts of the city, not quite in the wastes.
` Min leans against a low wall, her posture relaxed yet perfectly poised, as though she's ready for anything. She checks her watch, her quarry should be here in 10 minutes- she's always early to assess the area for threats, or anything out of the ordinary. An approaching figure catches her attention and her eyes snap to them, narrowing almost dangerously. "Unless you're my quarry, I'd suggest turning around and returning back the way you came. This isn't a public throughway." Her voice is calm, the kind of calm that makes you straighten and listen.
