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Post by naolin on May 16, 2008 22:28:14 GMT -5
A young girl uncertainly opened the door to Raewyn Hospital, just a crack, and peered through as if making sure the coast was clear. The door closed again, quietly so no one would know of her presence, not a minute later. She stalked away from the door, and then stalked back, looking quite frustrated and confused.
"I'm sure they're very nice people..." She muttered under her breath, trying to coax herself into going inside. She was never very good with talking to strangers, unless they talked to her first. "Besides, Lorelai said you could do it, and you need to pay her back, remember?" A low interruption from her stomach reminded her that she needed the money for food, too. She sighed in defeat.
"Okay, here we go..." She smoothed her white sundress as to remove any unwanted creases, ran a hand through her long blonde hair, which she had brushed to the best of her ability, and gripped the door's handle again. She took a deep breath, swung it open, and walked confidently over to the help desk. She wished she was walking confidently, anyway. She was almost certainly shaking with nervousness.
Don't think about it, don't think about it... She chanted in her mind.
"Um....hello? I was wondering if you...needed a...I mean, I'd like to apply as a healer, here? Maybe? Please?" She shifted uncomfortably. The receptionist was going to think she was weird, she knew it. Everyone back home thought she was weird. Crazy, actually, that's what they called her. She probably shouldn't have brought her basket along...but she did wear shoes, right? She had to be professional, or as professional as a positively broke, eighteen-year-old aspiring healer could be. She looked down at her feet worriedly, and found that, yes, she did indeed remember shoes. Her brown sandals were beaten and worn, but they were certainly better than nothing...
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Post by Thaumaturgy International on May 17, 2008 0:34:11 GMT -5
The secretary, a young woman with far more important things to do than secretary-ing, glanced curiously up from her immensely important work (filing her nails) to see the door open a crack and subsequently close again. More than happy to attribute this to the wind rather than something requiring effort on her part, like a visitor, she went back to her filing. And laughed about the fact that she probably had ACTUAL filing to do.
She was pretty annoyed, as it were, when the door opened again, so convinced was she that it WAS the wind, and she would now have to get up (what a sin) and close the door properly. But when she saw that it was indeed a visitor, she slumped into her chair further. Even worse. She looked the girl over as she spoke.
She's weird
"Do you have a resume?" she asked with a forced-polite tone and an equally fake smile.
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Post by naolin on May 18, 2008 21:46:45 GMT -5
"A resu...?" Naolin started, looking positively mystified. What on Earth was this woman asking of her? And then it hit her. A resume was probably that list thing Lorelai had insisted she take along! She was halfway out the door when the elf chased her down and stuck it into her basket, yes, that's why she brought that with her! Thank the stars it didn't rain!
"Oh! Oh yes, I have one of those!" She declared triumphantly, snatched the resume out of her basket, and handed it out to the secretary. "Here it is!" She made a mental note to thank Lorelai for the resume; she'd never used one to get any of her other jobs before!
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Post by Thaumaturgy International on May 19, 2008 11:01:54 GMT -5
OOC: No idea what's on this and you're not online, so I'ma BS my way through it  IC: The secretary, with a look of utter disdain, plucked the resume from Naolin's hands with two fingers, as if afraid that whatever disease it was that caused the girl to wonder what a resume was might be contagious. She scanned it over quickly, hoping that it would be shabby enough that she could dismiss the girl right away, but was disappointed. While the girl hadn't really held any official jobs, the creator of the resume (who she had a hard time believing was the owner) had done a splendid job of advertising the girl, and it was clear that she was adept at healing, if nothing else. Of course, healing was pretty much all that was necessary here. The secretary let out a disappointed huff. "Everything looks... in order," she said disappointedly. He tone then went monotonous and official, as if reciting something from a memo. "Due to the shortage of healers, it has been decreed by the suits that anyone of your healing caliber be hired right away, no questions asked. So congratulations, you've got the job. Whoop-de-do." She rolled her eyes and sighed, grabbing a pen and notepad. "When can you start?" It almost sounded as if these words brought her physical pain. |
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Post by naolin on May 20, 2008 18:49:41 GMT -5
Ya hit the nail on the head! <3
"T-thank you very much!" Naolin managed with a smile. She was a little worried by the woman's disinterested tone, but she did say she could work there! It must just be a bad day. The poor woman looked exhausted!
"Um, I can start whenever you need me." She informed, growing giddy as she thought more and more about what her job could bring. Money! She wouldn't have to owe Lorelai money anymore! Maybe she could eventually find herself somewhere to stay, too! She'd be in a lot of trouble if the townsfolk tried to boobytrap their gardens. "The sooner the better?"
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Post by Thaumaturgy International on May 22, 2008 22:51:32 GMT -5
The secretary clicked the pen back into its housing at Naolin's words. "The sooner the better? Well alright then..."
She spun on her wheeled chair and grabbed something from behind the desk. It was a shabby looking cardboard box full of clothing, all in the same pale green colour. She fussed through its contents, throwing items behind her at random. "Too big, too big, waaaaaay too big," she muttered, occasionally glancing at Naolin to size her up. She eventually pulled out a tiny pair of scrubs and a largish shirt, handing them over the counter to Naolin.
"You start immediately. This is your uniform for now, til we can get you fitted. The pants will be a little tight," she informed her; an understatement, "but the shirt will be so big on you no one will notice." She gave her another of her patented forced-sweet smiles. "You can go right up the elevator to the burn ward, the head Restorer will tell you what to do from there. He's a little hard of hearing though."
She waved her hands at Naolin as if to shoo her.
"There's a bathroom up there where you can change."
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Post by naolin on May 24, 2008 21:10:52 GMT -5
Naolin was a little surprised, to say the least. She wasn't really expecting to get the job, much less start right that minute! She took the clothes with a kind of amazement, stunned at how fast everything was going. She mumbled a thank you, too overjoyed at the prospect of having a job to care that the clothes were not going to fit her at all.
The blonde shuffled off toward the elevator, and stopped before it as if mystified.
Should I change first or talk to the head restorer first? Should I ask?
She gave the secretary an indecisive glance and nibbled at the bottom of her lip in thought.
Better not, I don't want to be a bother...
She slipped into the elevator, deciding she'd have to put the clothes on first. She didn't want to look unprepared...
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Post by Dieter Helyanwe on May 24, 2008 21:41:34 GMT -5
As a seraph there is always a chance at injury during field duty. Which always brings to mind the bothersome chance of serious injury while on a mission. Dieter had worked an impressive mission with two other seraphs, a dragoon, and a squad of enforcers and angels. The mission was a success but it left one of his seraphs in critical condition. Poor guy got hit with burning basilisk bile. Dieter saw the strike and felt a tinge of regret the force field wasn't there sooner. Because he was there he was able to stabilize the patient but now he was hospitalized with some severe burns. Poor guy.
Dieter hated when good folk had bad things happen to them. They made him feel obligated to spend his day off coming over to the hospital, during the day, and helping out inside surgery and offering moral support in the form of cajolling, threats, and ranting. He brought flowers but they're always a wasted effort as they wilted before he even got there.
Whatever, Dieter walked in from the basement, wearing sunglasses, a long black coat, dark colored shirt, black pants, scarf, red wide brimmed hat with a nice peacock feather, and headed toward the elevator snagging a blood bag pick me up along the way. Operating during the day was tiring as hell, but hey, his men desserved an accomplished healer working with the professionals. There were always questions like, "you're sure its basilisk and not hydra blood they used," or one idiot asked, "was he unconscious before or after they stabbed him."
He walked at a brisk pace toward the elevator, he hated the things but these stair wells had windows, and jumped in behind some eccentric girl holding her uniform. Huh, new chick. He bit a hole into his cold blood bag (cold was good for daytime drinking) took a sip as the elevator doors shut, smiled and greeted the new girl with a friendly, "hello, first day?"
((OOC I couldn't resist))
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Post by naolin on May 26, 2008 16:47:37 GMT -5
Naolin was examining her too-big uniform shirt when Dieter entered the elevator. If he had only been carrying the blood bag, she wouldn't have thought much of it. They were in a hospital, after all, and blood bags were common there. But he wasn't just carrying it. He bit it. A bag of blood.
Blood...blood...blood... Was running continuously through her mind as she stared at the stranger. If he drank blood, he had to be a...
"Vampire." Was all she managed to get out, in a whisper so soft that it could have been the breeze rustling the leaves of the treetops, if they were outside.
The blonde immediately flew into a panic. Vampires were not supposed to be out in the day time! They were night prawlers. Light magic was supposed to keep her safe, and yet, here was one of them, right there, drinking blood in front of her! He must be really strong to walk in the day. Walk in the day. What was she supposed to do, now?! They'd follow her everywhere!
One might have thought it impossible for a girl as fair-skinned as Naolin to grow even more pale, but she did exactly like that. She was as white as a ghost, staring wide eyed like a deer in the headlights. She wanted to open the elevator's door and run away from the horrible creature, but she couldn't move. She'd completely tensed up, taking on the appearance of an absolutely terrified marble statue.
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Post by Dieter Helyanwe on May 27, 2008 23:51:37 GMT -5
Dieter could even hear her heart race and as a natural predator could smell the fear running rampant through the poor girls system. Someone must of done something to make her this scared. He noticed on the elevator the nice little "4" dotted. Great the burn ward. Dieter didn't want to frighten attractive albeit random women upon meeting them in the elevator. Especially ones who it was their first day. She smelled of human. There might be a chance to salvage this situation. He gulped down the rest of the blood in half a second, stuck the wrapper into his jacket. Made sure no blood was left on his hand, held it out, and stated.
"Don't worry I don't bite people I've just met." He paused, yeah this was pretty awkward. "Sorry I try not to eat in public but moving around the day leaves me a bit peckish, I needed a pick me up.....Soooo, yeah, name's Dieter Helyanwe. Head Seraph." Dieter noticed that the elevator just now hit the little number "2." Why couldn't elevators be faster. If he had decided to run up the stairs he'd be there by now. Why weren't tinted windows in the stairwells as well as all the wards. Made moving around the Hospital much easier. Probably a defense thing.
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Post by naolin on May 28, 2008 22:34:12 GMT -5
Naolin stared at the extended hand but did not move. She just couldn't stop thinking! First, she was so happy to have a job, and happy to be starting work so soon. Then, there was a vampire. On the elevator with her. During the day. What made it worse was, he didn't seem to be leaving any time soon.
I'm gonna die. Kept running through her head. She felt like crying, but she was so paralyzed with fear that she couldn't even do that. I'm gonna die and it's gonna be really painful. Why couldn't I just die of old age? I can't die now! I'm too young! I'm not supposed to get eaten by a vampire! For someone who was so afraid of vampires, she didn't seem to have all her facts straight. In the daytime! All alone! And he won't leave any evidence so no one'll know and people'll think I just up and left and then he'll never get caught and keep going around eating innocent girls and their families. And I won't get to pay back Lorelai or get a decent pair of shoes, or...
She kept her gaze locked on his hand. If he was going to eat her, she really didn't want to watch it happen.
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Post by Dieter Helyanwe on May 29, 2008 22:05:31 GMT -5
Looking at the girl paralyzed with fear Dieter couldn't help but feel a small twinge of guilt and more than a little annoyance. Vampires have feelings too y'know. Its not very sociable to shake with fear and not even give an introduction. Dieter decided his frustrations would be best taken out on pushing the "4" button over and over again. Everyone knows that said tactic didn't make the elevator move any faster but still, it made Dieter feel like it was going faster.
The little light above the door finally dinged to "4." Dieter let out a sigh, she probably couldn't even move out of the elevator on her own in her state. Also he couldn't possibly go first. If he exited first it wouldn't be chivalrous and would bug him. He also got the feeling that not leaving would freak her out even more. Touching her even worse. Thus the only option left was to bow graciously, extend his hand to the threshold of the door, and say calmly, "burn ward's third door from the right, there's a lady's room down the hall on the left where you should be able to change. After you miss."
Dieter never understood what was scary about vampires or demons. We could be described as rational people who held out for our own self interests, just the same as anyone else. If we really liked someone we're perfectly liable to do the crazy stupid things other people are liable to do. He waited to see if the door would start to close. He'd catch it and leave if the elevator did something crazy. Manners were important after all but there's a point at which he'd have to leave.
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Post by naolin on May 30, 2008 13:13:56 GMT -5
Dieter was right in thinking that she probably couldn't exit the elevator in her state. She wasn't even thinking about working anymore. On the positive side, she wasn't thinking about dying or being eaten, either. She wasn't thinking anything, just staring blankly where the vampire's hand used to be. She didn't appear to have heard the other graciously give her directions after the elevator signaled their arrival. It was almost as if she had fallen asleep standing there.
Years could have passed in the time it took her to look up at the illuminated '4' above the elevator door. Years could have passed in the time it took her to acknowledge the vampire who was trying to be polite. Then, she went down. Overwhelmed, the restorer-to-be completely blacked out.
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Post by Dieter Helyanwe on May 30, 2008 15:00:13 GMT -5
Dieter noticed that the poor woman was about to feint. She went straight from petrified to fainting. Great, now he had to feel and act responsible regarding this woman. This meant that there'd be one less restorer on the team. It meant that Dieter would have to make sure she was ok. It also meant stopping by a florist for apology flowers. Do you have any idea how hard it is to find a florist open when you're awake in the summer. Sure he could tell someone else to call, sure he could just stay awake as he was now, but it wasn't the same. If you're going to congratulate or apologize to someone with flowers you have to make it fairly personal.
It was at this point when she started to collapse that he snapped back to his senses. Caught her before she fell. Then helped her back upright. He wasn't feeling too hot and his strength definately wasn't at its best. He had more than enough to pick the poor girl up over his shoulder and walk out of the elevator. He didn't feel good. He was a bit fatigued from it being daylight and felt like he could do for a good sit. Blood would be nice right now. Dieter's conscience steered his thoughts away from "snacking" on the girl on his shoulder. For all he knew she could be anemic. He found an empty room and layed the girl on an unoccupied bed. Wasn't she carrying something. No matter. Dieter wrote on a pad of paper what had happened, pushed the call nurse button, then put the note on the door. She'd get her attention.
Dieter decided he'd check in with the girl after she woke up. Who would he call about those flowers. He threw the empty blood bag out in the biohazard bin on his way out then remembered he'd left a bunch of dead one's in the elevator with, clothes that's what she was carrying, a change of uniform. All well, someone else could pick those up along with the dead flowers. Dieter couldn't help but wonder, "was it something I said?"
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