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Post by Isadora Vivax on Sept 15, 2006 12:04:27 GMT -5
There was nothing Isadora hated more than being bored. She watched the channels change on daytime T.V so fast that it would give a little kid a seizure. Judge Judy, Bowflex commercial, Judge Lewis, Soaps, Judge Mathais Reclining back into the leather chairs, she settled on a Soap.
“You killed my father.”
She bit her lip and rolled her eyes, anger a light perfume in the air “Thank god if he birthed someone like you we couldn’t have that walking around.” She was reduced to insulting the T.V, she thought with a grimace. Most of the Staff avoided her knowing that she would without hesitancy rip them verbally to shred if she wasn’t in a particularly good mood, and she wasn’t.
“I had to, it was self defense.”
She heard the door click open pause for a moment and then click shut. She didn’t even have a chance to think up a sharp greeting before they were gone. Sometime ago her boyfriend (ex now of course, you never kept anything in between that awkward stage of college and a job), had asked her why she drove everyone away. She hadn’t known the answer then, and she didn’t know it now
“How could you?”
For Isadora, this was of course the wrong question though you couldn’t blame All My Children for asking it, a better question would have been why. Why do you drive everyone away? And perhaps if Isadora wasn’t so focused on solving the outside world she could have understood why she desperately needed to solve herself.
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Post by Jason Stephens on Sept 16, 2006 5:28:11 GMT -5
He hated doing shift work. There was nothing worse then patrolling the hallways at the small hours of the morning, keeping an eye on the patients and making sure all of them were sleeping and had taken their medicine. He wasn’t tired at all… hell; Jason just missed going out at night, with the parties and the alcohol and everything else in between.
Though he’d figured that burning brain cells on trying to remember the correct measures of liquids that it took to make cocktails was going out of fashion. It had been time to use those little letters after his name, and actually do something proper with his life.
He was, in all respects, still a daddy’s boy. Spoilt and slightly brattish, though he had grown out of that phase, as he got older. His friends during high school and university had all been rich snobs, the same as him, and he still tended to hang out with those kinds of people, even though that they were all fake. Hiding behind status and open bank accounts was the norm, and it wasn’t as if Jason wasn’t guilty of doing that as well.
Thankfully, at the moment there was still daylight outside, and finally he would be allowed to go home after the shift ended. To go out, of course and have some fun in this small town. Dressed in a pair of dark blue slacks, and a light grey shirt underneath a long, white doctor’s coat, he made his way to the staff room, planning on putting up his aching feet for a few minutes.
The cliché clipboard was tucked under his arm, and he was humming a song softly to himself, flashing a brilliant smile at the various people whom he passed. Turning the handle of the door, he pushed it open, and he looked a little surprised to see his supervisor sitting there and watching TV. Hell, like most young doctors, he assumed that the supervisors just worked and worked. It was rare to see them on a break.
“Hallo, Dr. Vivax,” he said, grinning at her as he flung himself into a chair, slouching and propping up his feet on a handy table.
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Post by Isadora Vivax on Sept 16, 2006 13:56:11 GMT -5
"Done molesting the patients Dr. Stephens?" She asked wryly never taking her eyes off of the T.V which was now showing a man shirtless and making out with a short big breasted baboon. It went over the top the moment she professed undying love after just meeting him. Shakespear did it well, so did Bernstien, Fox, not so much. She wasn't really embaressed to be caught watching this, oddly enough the complete tripe gaver her a kind of way to think. Not that she had anything to think about at the moment. For oddly enough nothing was happening at St. Mary's.
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Post by Jason Stephens on Sept 16, 2006 16:55:17 GMT -5
The blond smirked slightly, resting one hand on his stomach, while the other dangled off the arm of the chair, the clipboard thudding against the floor as he opened his hand. "I'm never done," he said, glancing towards the television. He wasn't really fond of it... as he figured that he could have more fun in real life, rather then trying to figure out the complex plots of soaps. Hell, his own social life was more interesting, and the relationships were certainly more amusing, then trying to determine whether person A was sleeping with person C, and cheating on their husband, who was person B, who was also with someone. It was quite frankly, nauseaing. "So why are you watching this rubbish?" He asked, tilting his head to one side.
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Post by Isadora Vivax on Sept 17, 2006 10:02:13 GMT -5
“And here I thought in all you’re restrained gay glory you’d be able to deduce that I only watch for the guys without their shirts off, but I guess taking down that girl on the third floor just zapped away all of your brain cells. Asumming you had any in the first place,” all wryness gone, it was a direct prick at her pride, but no different than her usual. Ever since the moment she hired him she had been constantly poking and prodding at his pretty boy façade to see if the smug little bundle of cash had anything besides dirty thoughts locked up in his head.
Truth was there were dozens of others who had applied to become doctors, that were twice as qualified as he was, but she needed her daily eye-candy to get her through, soaps also served to fuel the addiction. The woman began moan like a cow, and shortly there-after she turned it off. She was only returning the favor after all. The T.V had unceremoniously lost any kind of sexual appeal once hot-men like that started fucking cows. However even though the T.V was off her eyes remained fixed broadly on the empty screen.
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Post by Felicienne Cheval on Sept 17, 2006 22:34:43 GMT -5
It was kind of funny how work like this could be a kind of salvation.
Lissy had been patrolling the halls as always, pacing, really, as she waited for her first patient appointment for the morning. She was very early, really, as her first patient wasn't scheduled for at least two hours.Then, at the far edges of her hearing, the dramatic music of a soap opera had caught her attention and she drifted to the room, surprised and more than a bit unnerved to see both Dr. Stephens and her boss.
Briefly, Lissy considered how quickly she might be able to get away,but her hopes were dashed because there was no way they hadn't seen her in the doorway. "H-h-hello, Dr. Stephens, D-d-d- Ms.Vivax." Her cheeks immediately flushed red in embarassment at her apparent lack of wit, not to mention the obvious stutter in her voice. "W-what are y-you watching?" she managed to ask, with her characteristic gentle smile. "I-I-I haven't seen th-this in ages."
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Post by Gabrielle Harker on Sept 18, 2006 2:00:18 GMT -5
There came a time in every day when all the staff just needed to sit down. Patrolling the halls for hours on end and diagnosing mystery mental illnesses can take a toll one a person, and sometimes the need for some sane human interaction became essential. Why.. if a person was to spend to much time with the insane, trying to understand how there mind works and what not, one would surely going insane themselves.
That is the reason why Gabrielle Harker found herself making her way down the rather baron hall of Floor number three, heading toward the Staff lounge for a bit of relaxation. Her black booted feet made a diminutive sound on the hard floors of the Hospital. I was a relatively warm day, which meant that Gabrielle was dressed in usual summer attire. A button up white shirt with a pair of tight black pants, with her long black hair tied back in a pony-tail.
She pressed her hands against the door of the Staff lounge pushing it open with haste and entering without a second glance at the people inside. She was in no mood to talk at this hour in the morning, at least not until she got some Coffee. The smell of freshly ground coffee made her feel a little more warm inside. She breathed in heavily, closing her eyes and letting the rich aroma fill her sences.
After a moment of blankness, she returned her eyes to the Coffee machine, strolling lesierly over to it and placing a large white mug beneath its spray. It took about a minute for the Coffee to completely fill the cup. She took it strong, with no milk and four shots of Coffee, as well as two shtos of sugar. Indeed, it was stronger then most people drunk. Taking the first sip, she swollowed the almost intoxicating liquid until a quater of the mug was gone.
She smiled, exhailing with a sigh as she turned, mug in hands, and letting the steam roll over her face. Now she was ready to socialise.. although most of the other Staff were not as social as herself, she hoped that there were at least a few worth talkinf to. Walking out from the kitchen area, she spotted three other Staff Members. One was Isadora Vivax.. who had arrived at St Mary's only a small while ago. Also there was Jason Stephans and Felicienne Cheval.
She decided that, although all were good enough to hold a conversation with, she would take a seat and finish her Coffee before making any conversation of her own. With a small smile she made her way to a arm chair situated near the center of the room, taknig a seat and beinging the hot Coffee up to her lips once again. Ahh... Oh what it is to be relaxed.
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Post by Jason Stephens on Sept 18, 2006 3:55:39 GMT -5
“Bisexual, actually,” Jason replied, sounding bored. “You know that you only hired me because of my rugged good looks,” he went on, glancing over at her. “At least have the decency to look at me while I’m talking to you. You can spare me that courtesy.” He was used to people trying to poke fun at him, but because Jason was so set in his ways, nothing much bothered him. He knew his appeal… and he would be damned if it wasn’t without conceit. This devil-may-care attitude was what made him who he was, and Jason was damned proud of that. It would take nothing less of a giant shock to knock him off his perch, and Isadora’s little digs weren’t going to get through to him. “So now that you’ve figured out that you’re not going to annoy me, have you got anything productive to talk about, rather then your fascination with bare-chested men on television?” His slightly arrogant (slightly, for him at least) tirade was broken by the arrival of two more of the staff at St Mary’s. The majority of them were female, but it wasn’t as if Jason minded. Even if they saw him as eye-candy, he most defiantly returned the favour. “Hallo, Dr. Cheval, Dr. Harker,” he said, offering both women a rather large smile.
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Post by Gabrielle Harker on Sept 18, 2006 4:39:23 GMT -5
The petite female closed her eyes, letting the hot and sweat scented aroma engulf her sences, enticing her to take yet another sip of the already half drunken Coffee. She had been in the Hospital since Six Pm.. and was scedules to stay on until Six Am.. and before her Coffee she was feeling rather tired. Nightshifts were not her thing.. she was not a night-owl unless she was out on the town, or out at friends houses. Some how.. the presents of Alcohol turned her into somewhat of a night person. But.. of course, she would never drink anything like that at Work. So.. Coffee it was, and it seemed to be sustaining her decently well.
Gabrielle gave Jason a small nodd and a large smile. She, secretly, had always had something for him. He was extremely attractive, not to mention his mysterious and rather conceited attitude to life and personality left her wanting more. She would never do anything about it though.. He was a coullege.. and she was a professional. "Evening.. Jason" she said informally not wanting to adress him as Doctor Stevens. She watched him for a moment in all of his handsomness before going back to her Coffee, which was still steaming away between her hands less then half full.
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Post by Aspen Winney on Sept 18, 2006 15:03:45 GMT -5
Well, it was certain that Aspen Winney had absolutely no earthly clue where she was going and, really, what she was doing. She felt nervous, the feeling running up and down her body in waves. She just had this feeling, and it was absolutely impossible to trace, or get rid of, that she was not where she needed to be. Of course, no one had instructed her of where she needed to go, and what she needed to do, but still, something just felt off about her whole situation. Perhaps it was the emptiness of the halls, and the way the heels on her shoes, black pumps, sensible, and yet feminine enough that she did not feel too old, clicked against the tile floor as she did walk through the halls. The whole place made her feel uncomfortable, as hospitals, especially metal institutions often did to people, so she kept having to remind herself, internally, that she had taken this job because it opened up whole new opportunities to prove herself. She repeated this mantra now, trying to shack the feeling of awkwardness she was exercising. Perhaps if she could just find the staff lounge, and perhaps some people inside, she would feel better, or at least like she was somewhere she was allowed to be; that would be absolutely lovely.
It was the sound of conversation and television that finally lead the woman to the room. She opened the door, having to shift the rather large collection of papers clutched in her arms to do so, and walked inside. The first thing she did was to place her stack of papers on a table. She was supposed to be going over the documents, and she was well—currently avoiding the task. It was one of those things she hoped that perhaps carrying the documents with her would make her fill them out. The likelihood of the documents getting filled out was very unlikely, but at least she was trying. With a small tug at the bottom of her light purple blouse to straighten the fabric out and make it fit like it was supposed to, Aspen finally brought herself to look around the room. She also seemed to catch the tail end of a few conversations, one being about someone’s fascination with bare-chested men, and a few introductions and whatnot. It was a relief to note that she did actually know a few people in the room, at least the ones that were a part of her team. Of course, she had to spend a few seconds to frantically mill around the random facts crammed in her brain to search for names, but with that task accomplished she was finally ready to actually say something. “Hello, Dr. Vivax, Dr. Stephens, and—“ She paused, obviously trying to conjure up the last name. She had only met these people once, and she remembered being quite tired when she did so. Plane flights of any length tended to do that to her, zap her energy completely, and with the ridiculous regulations that were being carried out in all airports, even her domestic, cross-country flight had been fairly strenuous. “Dr. Cheval?” She tilted her words up in a questioning tone, like she was trying to make sure she was right about the person’s name. She was fairly certain she was. Of course, she had no earthly clue who the other woman was, but she would deal with that later.
She proceeded in taking a seat in one of the chairs surrounding the table, indecently the one she placed her papers on, and found herself across from Dr. Stephens, which she deduced was not a bad thing at all, and she relaxed a bit in the chair. At least she was allowed to be in this room. “So, what was that comment I heard about bare-chested men?” She asked, a hint of amusement clouding her otherwise mock-serious tone. She was going to enjoy herself.
((Riiiight, this post is rather—all over the place. Blame school, and the fact that I am so tired I can hardly string sentences together correctly. I am also posting from school, which sucks, but I felt the need to join before the thread had gone too long for me to do so.
So, ignore the badness, and like—I dunno, don’t mention it, ‘kay. ))
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Post by Isadora Vivax on Sept 18, 2006 16:23:20 GMT -5
Jesus, was it party time, who was watching all the patients? Of course they all decided to get a coffee at the same time leading Suicidal Sam free with his shoe laces and a will to die. She rolled her eyes at the stuttering women, she held nothing against her speech however it did annoy her from time to time when Isadora didn’t have time to wait for the women to push out what she wanted to say. “It could be I’ve been avoiding you,” as Gabrilla entered she motioned in her trademark manner, “all of you.”
During her interview she had made a precedent of being forthright and certainly blunt in an /almost/ rude way, however she had yet to outright insult the staff that were by definition her superiors yet. She had to start sometimes. Isadora wasn’t afraid of being fired she was the only one the skills to deal with St. Mary’s problem and still keep things hush-hush with the public, so she decided to milk this to it’s fullest.
“Decency is for people who can’t think of anything clever to say,” Isadora said this while turning around to look him eyebrows raised. Truth be told though he was usually extremely attractive the bags under his eyes and his generally disheveled and exhausted appearance made him rather boring. “And you look better when you’ve bathed, just a tip to keep your job.”
She turned to the new entrant and slouched in her chair in a dramatic manner and then said in a mock gossiping tone. “We were just talking about you my dear.”
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Post by Aspen Winney on Sept 18, 2006 19:43:05 GMT -5
Aspen could not help but to let a smile creep onto her otherwise serious face. She was very keen on allowing herself to have a good time, and at least meet her new co-workers. First, or second, impressions were important, and Aspen wanted everyone to know she was not reclusive or—well—boring. The problem was, depending on how much work she would have later, she might just become that way. Stress tended to act fairly negatively on her social life. She turned to look upon her employer. “The real question is whether you were saying I was a bare-chested man, or whether I like them. Because I am afraid I cannot deny the latter, as for the former, I’ll all of you form your own, separate opinions.” Despite the fact that Aspen was smiling widely, her voice held none of humor in her face. In fact, her voice was flat, overly so for it to be her true conversation tone, and very stern.
She looked around the room, and suddenly she was puzzled. Her eyes expressed that puzzlement immediately, her eyebrows gathering above her eyes. “I hate to sound rude, but am I the only one with work to do? There seems to be a congregation of doctors in here, which makes me--worry a bit about the patients.” She said, her voice returning to her normal tone. Although she was speaking to the people around her, at the mention of work, her gaze turned to the stack of papers that Aspen would some time in the near future, have to fill out. She was glaring at the papers, absent-mindedly, her expression reflecting not the positive tones of before, but rather a very bitter, cold work. She was feeling a bit guilty she was not doing her own work, but she still had a few days.
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Post by Felicienne Cheval on Sept 18, 2006 22:29:20 GMT -5
Lissy arched a delicate eyebrow at the seemingly effortless banter between the doctors, but her tone went a bit cooler-- well, as cool as it could get with a pronounced stutter-- when Aspen mentioned the patients.
"I-I-I'm h-here early, D-d-doctor Winney." she said quietly. "The ps-psychology department isn't e-e-e-exactly one t-t-to make endless rounds. M-my first a-appointment isn't f-f-for a few hours."
What was this, then? Congregating around the lovely but arrogant Dr.Stephens? In all truth, arrogance was not attractive to her, and she found herself with nothing more than respect because he was another relatively young doctor, although Lisys had a sneaking suspicion that she was the youngest here, fresh out of university.
"I-if anyone n-n-needs any h-help, I can g-go on rounds with them." Lissy offered softly, her smile gentle and helpful. "I-I haven't much t-to do. I f-finished paperwork and s-s-s- those things last n-night."
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Post by Jason Stephens on Sept 19, 2006 4:17:06 GMT -5
The blond's ego was sprialling out of control as all these lovely women milled around him. Granted, that he was damned good looking (if he did say so himself), and it was rather flattering to see that they were all talking to him. But he was one of the only male staff members there, and if all the male patients were insane, then he was the next best thing. Granted, he was full of himself, and had serious problems with commitment, but who could blame him with this face? "Hallo, Gabrielle," he said, giving her his most charming smile. He liked her... though, he knew about her slight infratuation with him. (Hell, he didn't know... he assumed, which was what he did all the time.) It appeared that all of the doctors and various staff members were going to congragate in this one room, and he looked up and grinned at Aspen as she greeted him, though the blond was already fixed on his conversation with Isadora, and his half-conversation with Gabrielle. "Jason, one, Isadora nil, then," he said with a small grin towards her. "And I'll bathe when I get home. If I ever reach my door, of course. You seem rather determined to keep me here, away from more pressing engagements," he murmured. It had been thirty-seven hours and fifteen minutes since Jason had last seen the inside of any social spot, and he was dying for a drink.
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Post by Isadora Vivax on Sept 19, 2006 18:12:40 GMT -5
"All of you kiddies need supervision," Isadora said languidly glancing them over condscendingly angered that they all seemed to take her very apparent malice to them all in a stride. The truth was she didn't want to hang out with her co-workers, especially not her team. She was a firm beleiver in good old fashioned heirarchy none of this teambuilding activities crap. And sharing a Latte with mister swedish tarzan over there was about as close as she would come to team building anyways. "Glad you can count, now I don't feel so bad about passing over that MIT graduate. " She did not grin in return but merely gave a small frown, though she had returned to her orginal position at the T.V. He really wasn't attractive enough to gain her attention at the moment and his smarts certainly weren't up to par."And if I was determined to keep you here I'd auctually bother looking at you."
She turned to the girl who was stuttering and smirked. "I have a very important job for you, very detailed," she nodded eyes falsely wide to the girl who probably thought she was sending her out to fix something, "are you listening?"
She waited, making sure she had the girls rapt attention. "Get me a cofee, caffinated please two sugars and a tea-spoon of that powdered cream stuff."
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