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 Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2008 8:49 pm
As the title says. Modern day. Big city. Go nuts, I don't need to tell you the rules. You don't even need a profile : D Just jump in.
But no Pickachu/Angel/Demons, please.
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Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2008 9:03 pm
There were sirens. Why the ******** were there sirens? Nye was bleeding cats and dogs out of his chest, his head was throbbing, and the mother ******** b***h-a** mofo shitface sirens were blaring above his head, although dulled by the walls of the ambulance.
As the man dozed through the bumpy ride, he tried to recall why exactly he was in an ambulance in the first place, and why he was bleeding. The details were fuzzy to him, but... it had something to do with... Oh!
Of course. Nye had a 'business meeting', and the guy felt like he was being ripped off. It's... not my problem... he thought groggily. High demand, low supply. His stuff was some of the cheapest on the market! But, of course, the b*****d shot him and left. b***h.
Nye faded in random thought, not really knowing what was going on and blacking out at random. The next time he was awake, it was already midday, and he was strapped into a hospital bed in one of those wimpy-a** paper gown. Lame. "When... when'd it get to be four in the afternoon? Shiiit." After a failed attempt at sitting up, the man laid back down on his pillow and sighed. He hurt all over, but at least he was alive and not being investigated by police. He could always say he was taking a walk! ... At... four in the morning.
He'd save thinking of excuses for a time if the police actually did come. Now, he just lay waiting for his dinner.
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Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2008 9:33 pm
She couldn't do this anymore. Not without more coffee. Ivie sat slumped in the hospital staff-room, her second short black wafting in front of her. The coffee machine was broken; the long-blacks she so relied on after all-nighters being denied with a pattern of beeps and flashing lights. The shorts were the same price and smaller, she'd waste twice as much money, yet Ivie really couldn't bring herself to care. You couldn't work a job like this half-asleep, not when you're playing with needles.
"Ivie, you're up." one of her co-workers called from outside, waking Ivie from her sleepy stupor. Already? She'd sworn she had...oh. She'd fallen asleep. That explained things. She stood slowly, linking her fingers and stretching until she felt her shoulders pop. Alright. It was just an eight hours shift, no big deal, right?
To say Ivie's schedual was hectic would be an understatement. She was a part time medical student, part time nurse, and the two really wern't compatible. The medical hours were long and the nursing hours longer; she worked three days, eight hours shifts that often ended at crazy hours of the night, and went to University another three. On Sunday she slept, mostly.
It was Wednesday, three pm. It was time to start work. It was time for the afternoon snacks for the patients and, thankfully, her wing wasn't that crowded. It took her an hour or so to serve everyone, and her last patient had come in last night. He couldn't be too badly off to be out of Emergancy that fast.
"Good afternoon~!" She said, attempting to inject her voice with a peppyness she didn't feel. Nye's tea-tray was balanced on her hip and she slid it onto the bed-side table as she went to open the curtains. This action was two-fold; the room needed it, for one, and secondly she had to hide a yawn that had crept through. "How are we feeling today? You must have had quite a nasty shock last night."
Well she certainly made the room brighten. Ivie was a good looking girl, red-headed with a curls pulled up into a messy bun, a light smattering of freckles across her nose and bright green eyes. For some reason this particular hospital forced its nursing staff to wear the classic nursing outfit; white with the apron, the red-crosses on the sleeves and the little hat to match. Ivie had been embaressed as hell the first time she'd had to wear it, but that had long since passed. After all, there was nothing suggestive about it, nothing at all.
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Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2008 9:45 pm
Nye groaned slightly and shut his eyes tight. His head still hurt like all hell, and the light made it even worse. Although, between that and the pressure building up in his forehead when he tried to keep the light out, he didn't know where to go. "Would you mind closing the blinds and losing the fake peppy? You're depressing my headache."
A man of truth no matter how much it bothered others, apparently. Nye reached up a shaking hand to shield his eyes and gave a cough. Whoever that nurse was, she was annoying him already (probably because he was cranky to begin with). "And I'm feeling like I got run over by a train. Don't ask if you know the answer."
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Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2008 9:55 pm
Well there was a flipped bird in the face if she ever saw one. A sharp tcht escaped from between Ivie's lips as she jerked the curtains closed, the rings holding them up scraping against the rail harshly. She dealt with a lot of grumpy people, who wouldn't be when they're stuck in hospital, yet this was really too much.
"Thanks for letting me know. I won't bother next time." she replied sharply, straightening the room and checking charts. "I don't want to be here either so you could try to be civil, or I'll make those injections that go in your butt all the more painful, mm?"
A smirk reached her lips. "Sounds like you're about ready for one of those now..."
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Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2008 10:04 pm
Nye took his arm off his forehead and set it down on the sheets again before cracking open an eye to check for the lack of light. When he saw that it was safe, those pretty blue eyes of his opened up all the way and he finally took a look at his nurse.
Oh baby baby. The first thing that wafted though his mind is probably too inappropriate to even mention, so I shan't, but Nye's mood lifted instantaneously. "Well, you go get shot in the chest and come back and tell me how civil you feel like being when someone tries to blind you.
Ohoho, she threatened him with a shot in the butt. Well, sorry to inform you, Ivie, but you left yourself wide open for the next one. "And I'm flattered that you want to see my butt. I've been told it's quite a nice one."
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Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2008 10:11 pm
Most people freaked out when you mentioned the shots you needed to give them. That's why Ivie had brought it out, wanting to get back at this new patient a little, yet she'd never expected this responce. The turned to face him, blinking dumbly for a minute before pushing a stray curl back behind her ear. Oh. So he was one of these types. Just her luck.
"You know, I think I'll pass. I'll get old Olga to see to you later, she might enjoy it." She said cooly, on her guard now that she was getting a grip on what sort of man she was dealing with.
"Anyway, afternoon tea's lamingtons and cream, eat up before the it gets warm. Is there anything else I can get you for now?" There was a subtle shift in Ivie's demenour; she was all bussiness, cold cover now.
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Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2008 10:15 pm
Getting a grip on who Nye Hemmingway was after 5 minutes of meeting him? Tsch, most people couldn't figure him out after years of knowing him. He was too calculating for his own good. "Ah, I think I'm alright, thank you. And give Olga my love and regards, I'm looking forward to seeing her later."
Nye found the switch on the side of his bed to lean his bed up, and tilted it forward until he was in a comfortable sitting position. From there, he carefully grabbed his tea and brought it to his lips, zoning off and finding something interesting on the turned-off TV on the other side of his room. "Wait. Actually, there is something you can do. Can you get an estimate of when I'll be out of here, perhaps?" After all, he had a business to run.
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Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2008 10:31 pm
"I'll let her know." A slight sing-song tone had crept into Ivie's speech as she turned to leave. She seemed to think a moment about it, trying to recall just what it was the doctor had told her. "Nothing vital was hit so it's just a matter of keeping you still so you don't rip anything open again. A week, a week and a half, give or take. Enjoy your tea.
And that was that. Ivie only saw Nye every second or third day because of her shifts, and the routine was the same. He'd flirt a little, she'd ignore him and she'd leave. He wouldn't have meant anything by it after all, would he?
A week and a half later, Ivie had her long-black. It was the end of a graveyard shift, just before ten am, and she had fifteen minutes before she could go home and sleep. Saturday morning, long-black, some sleepy morning gossip at the nursing station in the corridor.
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Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2008 10:38 pm
Nye was so damn glad to be out of that paper gown, it wasn't even funny.
He had pulled a pair of jeans that he had his friend bring for him onto his slim hips, and wriggled into a dark turtleneck. He loosened the neck of it a little to get rid of the uncomfortable, and continued packing his things. He pulled on a dark brown peacoat, buttoned the buttons all nice, and draped a white scarf casually around his neck, as well as a hat to match his coat.
The cartilage piercing that he had glinted in the light as he checked himself over in the mirror. Once he was sure that he looked proper, he carefully bent over to grab his bag and get the -hell- out of the hospital.
Of course, on his way out he saw that cute nurse. He did enough staring to pick up her name from the nametag (since she seldom spoke to him), and he could recognize her standing there in the hallway. "Ah, up already, Miss Ivie? It is Miss, isn't it?" Nye gave her his most charming smile and extended a gloved hand for a handshake. "Do hope I wasn't too much of a bother. I'm glad to be out of here. My boss needs me back at work, after all."
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Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2008 10:51 pm
"So I said to him, I said that he couldn't possibly go, not with me up the duff and that, and that I'd kill him if he did! Of course I'd never do anything like that, but how would I support the kid by myself working a job like this?" It was Melissa talking, and this was a good thing. Ivie could get out of making any intelligent responce just be nodding and saying 'mmhm' every few minutes. She was half asleep and the coffee was burning her lips, but she really didn't care right now. She just wanted to go home.
She certainly wasn't expecting the cute guy from room 293 to wander past on his way out. Not that it mattered, she didn't like him at all, yet she really didn't like her patients seeing her like this, half asleep, pale and no doubt sporting dark circles under her eyes.
She had to blink once or twice before his words started to make sense. "More like 'still up', Mr Hemmingway. I'll be off duty soon." She took another sip of her coffee. He didn't need attending, so she could have her drink. It took her a moment to swish the liquid around in her mouth and then swallow. "After the old woman who just came in the other day in room 288, you were no trouble at all. Crazy, she is...well, keep away from gun-toters this time so we don't see you in here again."
She shook his hand, a firm handshake despite her fatigue. "Goodbye, Mr Hemmingway."
After Nye left, Melissa would tease her about hitting on the patients. Ivie had never confirmed Nye's 'Miss' assumption, after all.
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Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2008 10:58 pm
Nye was dutifully surprised that she had such a firm handshake, but kept his smile turned on nonetheless. "Ah, yes, yes. Have a nice holiday," he said cheerfully, "And good luck with that," he said in Melissa's direction before tipping his hat extravagantly and leaving.
The cold bit at him, but there was a nice warm cab pulled up in front of the hospital, already waiting. Nye climbed in, not minding the light coating of snow on his shoes, and took a nice deep breath. "Ah, right. 382 Stepford, please. Take the scenic route, traffic's supposed to be bad."
Nye was allowed to recover at home for another week before his boss called in, practically in tears, just begging to have him back for the Christmas rush. Grudgingly, Nye stripped out of his pajamas, showered, and came back out to pull his work clothes on. Simple black pants, a pinstripe shirt and classy white tie made him look like the professional flirt that he was, and it only took a few minutes to get his hair to sit still.
Luckily, his workplace was just a walking distance away. Nye dumped his bag in the staff room after the greetings and questions and gasps of amazement, and sat there. He was determined to sit there and sip at his overpriced coffee until he was on call, dammit.
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Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2008 11:19 pm
Christmas really was a blessing. Why? Ivie had University holidays, that's why, which took her schedual from unbearable to pleasant routine. She could sleep for decent hours now, stay awake during her shifts without taking shots of coffee every hour or so. She felt the cold sharply - she'd grown up further north and had yet to adjust to the harsher winters here - yet Christmas was always special for her. The family dinner, the presents and the general atmosphere made her giddy like a child.
Perhaps it was the extra sleep.
That morning she smelt of cinnomen and brown sugar. That was breakfast, and the flavour of gingerbread she'd baked straight afterwards. She'd slept early the night before, woken early and felt compelled to back, and she felt fantastic for it. How long had it been since she'd indulged herself in the little things like this? She'd made little santas and reigndeers. They were beautiful.
Now, though, she needed a haircut. She always put a little work - very little - into maintaining her appearance for the family dinner, if only to stop her mother, grandmother and aunts from lecturing her about her health and appearance. Oh, both were shot from the long hours and bad diet, but she was healthy enough. A haircut and a fresh set of clothes would appease them.
At nine-fifty sharp, Ivie walked into the Salon de Antionette, her light-blue parker dotted with fresh snow and her white scarf wrapped almost up to her nose. Her cheeks and nose were flushed from the freezing wind outside, and red-hair was capped with a powder-blue newsboy hat. She looked happy, if a little wind-blown.
It was still early and there were only a few other customers here. She was early by ten minutes and, having been here before, simply waved to the rather flamboyant owner, Jean-Pierre. "I'm early, I know. I'll just take a seat and wait, alright?"
And she did. She might order a hot chocolate later. She tried to stay off the coffee while not working.
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Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2008 11:34 pm
Jean-Pierre crept over to the back counter to check his appointments. His left hand twirled his already curly mustache while his right flipped through the log carelessly. Ivie's designated hairdresser, Michael, was late once more. With a longing sigh, Jean-Pierre adjusted his vest over his rather average body and bright red dress shirt, stuck his abnormally large nose up in the air and lifted a dainty bell in the air before giving it a few rings.
Two hairdressers that seemed to be enjoying an early cup of coffee gathered around their boss grudgingly as they were told of the situation, dramaticized by Jean-Pierre's half-French babbling. "Zo you see, we must find an alternative! Hâte, hâte, hâte! Vee hav no time to waste, mon ami!" The two grouchy hairdressers went back to the break room for their usual game of rock-paper-scissors to decide which unlucky bum got the chair that time.
"Is he making you take one of Michael's again?" Nye inquired lazily.
"Yeah. She's ten minutes early, too! Kinda cute, though."
Nye chuckled and tossed his empty paper cup in the garbage. He forced himself off the couch and cracked open the door to take a look at the only filled chair without a gabby hairdresser behind it, and there he saw her. "You know what, guys? I think I'll take this one."
Nye's colleagues looked at each other and shrugged. "Thanks mate," the taller one said before continuing on his coffee. Nye waved at them and exited the break room in no particular hurry. When Jean-Pierre saw him going for his cutting shears, his eyes grew dramatically wide. "You? You are tôt for your sheeft? How peculiar!"
Nye only gave a nod in the direction of his over-flamboyant boss before approaching Ivie's chair from behind. He set his hands firmly on the back of it and caught her eyes in the mirror, instead of looking down. "We meet again! What shall I do for you today, Miss Ivie?"
The tall boy in the break room and his buddy were looking at the progression of this. The shorter one ran a hand through his dark hair and sighed. "Always with the flirting, that one."
"How can you tell he's flirting?"
"When's he not?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2008 11:50 pm
She really hadn't expected to be seen for another ten minutes, and Ivie had taken the oppertunity to get comfortable. She'd unzipped her jacket and curled her scarf around her handbag on the floor, her stocking-clad legs crossing under her winter-skirt. She'd been flipping through her diary seeing just what she'd booked herself in for when she felt someone approach. Michael, her normal, was always late. She knew this and was simply there early because she felt like walking. Her apartment was fifteen minutes walk from here and, despite the cold, she felt the urge to stretch her legs.
Expecting Jean-Pierre apologising and guesticulating wildly, she smiled and looked up into the mirror. The smile froze and her eyes opened wide at seeing Nye Hemmingway standing behind her.
"Mr Hemmingway!" The surprise was obvious in her voice, though whether it was a pleasant surprise or not was up for debate. "How nice to see you out of a paper dress." She had to giggle.
"I would never have expected you to be a hairdresser..." Not after him being shot. Who shot a hairdresser? "Is...Michael not in? Silly question, he's never on time...ah...nothing too exciting, thank you. I usually just have a straight trim, the curls and all..."
If she sounded hesitant about having Nye cut her hair, that was how she felt too. It was...strange.
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