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 Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2014 6:29 pm
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The break room in the infirmary was becoming something of a sanctuary for the Mist as of late. Ezekiel was not the most empathetic, he did not care for people on a whole, and was not a natural care giver. He was, in fact, fairly awful at it. It made him a rather poor candidate for work in the infirmary -- except for the fact that he was a quick and proficient learner, and had thus far excelled at every given task. It made him valuable to have around, even if his bed side manner left much to be desired.
So there were times during longer shifts, such as now, where escape, even if fleeting, was necessary. And especially lately, with the routine he had become so comfortably used to being completely jacked up. He longed for that easy normalcy to return.
Sitting at the lone round table in the break room, Zeke had his glasses in one hand, and the other was up, thumb and finger rubbing at his eyes. There was a headache starting just behind, and it was threatening a great deal of discomfort for the remainder of the evening if not taken care of soon.
Thankfully, there was painkiller practically around every corner.
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2014 8:01 pm
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A general lack of bedside manner was pretty common among the infirmary, especially of late--Zeke was contributing to the trend established by Sunny, continued by Leslie, and furthered by a handful of others including Taym, who'd been job shadowing with increasing frequency. Nominally this was work relevant to his specialization, but deep and buried was a different motivation: to somehow confront and vanquish his constant terror of any environment even vaguely medical.
Whether it was working or not, one habit he hadn't broken was that of trying to get away with smoking everywhere he shouldn't, including the infirmary break room where he was at best tolerated. He showed himself in, yelling something irritable over his shoulder in retort to--someone, possibly Sunny, possibly a random tech who took issue with his unsteady hands and bad attitude--and made a disgusted noise before he realized the room wasn't unoccupied.
A flat, level stare at Zeke, whom he recognized from the Halloween party, and then Taym, without so much as a word of greeting, flopped into an empty chair and started rooting around for his cigarettes. |
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Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2014 9:22 am
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The shout startled him, and a very cold look was flung towards the source, one that did not notably thaw upon recognition. Taym, Moon hunter, America's boyfriend and acquaintance of Ever. Zeke dropped his hand from his face, pale eyes narrowing in an assessing sort of way, before just closing as he took the glasses off his head and folded them.
And they could both be friendly. The Mist gave only the barest of nods in greeting as Taym dropped into the chair across from him, and was fully intending to ignore him after that point.
Until the other man started searching his pockets in a familiar, telltale way. He waited, until the pack was out and out had been tucked between lips, before speaking up. "If I could get one of those, it'd be right saintly of you." Actually, he was angling for more than one--he knew for a fact a certain Life had ehausted his supply, and was probably going manic by now. A pack would be ideal, but Zeke wasn't about to just come right out and ask. Yet.
Had to test the waters first.
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Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2014 7:44 pm
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That was useful information to have. "I'll keep that in mind." The lights hadn't so much as flickered since he'd been on the island, but he continued to hear horror stories of days gone by. Trippy shared dreams, invasions, alternate realities, transformations, and of course, the power outage Taym was referring to. Reason suggested that something would, eventually, happen, and it was be wise to prepare accordingly.
He already had a smallish stash of food and beverages in his room, but now he considered adding to it.
There was a long pause, though, at that question. So long in fact it looked as if the Mist didn't intend to answer, then he brought the cigarette up to his lips, pulled in another heavy lungful, and let it out in a rush. "A noticeable upheaval in the routine I had grown accustomed to since my first week here." The truth, without over sharing, and without having to analyze himself too carefully.
"And a troublesome task," he added, not quite an afterthought.
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Posted: Thu Dec 04, 2014 9:22 am
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An auburn brow arched at the other man, and possibly he would have left it alone, enjoyed the silence, but Taym had just given him a smoke. He sort of owed him, at least something.
"Ambrodiel is having a hard time bouncing back from his stay in the infirmary." Zeke paused, drawing in a lungful of smoke. "I'm almost positive he's barely eating, and any attempts, to encourage him to no matter how subtle, are met with resentment." The Mist looked truly frustrated. "And Sunny has tasked me with keeping and eye in him, which is incredibly difficult when he's being all anti-social."
The look on the taller man's face was almost challenging.
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2014 12:19 pm
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