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 Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2006 6:20 pm
In the world of Gaia, a strangely empty maternity would be found. Mainly because of where it was situated. The inside was mainly of pale blue and white, no posters or leaflets or any kind were to be found.
Infact it would of looked like no body had stepped foot in the place at all if it wasn't for how clean the place was, and the bell on the desk. A small sign next to it reading "please ring bell for assistance".
Though a computer could just be seen through the reception window, flickering slightly now and again.
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Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2006 6:28 pm
There was no apprehension in Imbri's dark purple eyes as she pushed the door to the odd maternity open and stepped in. She knew exactly why she was here and what she was doing, although her adopted daughters kept questioning her as she left that day.
The place was oddly serene to the young woman. She strode to the desk and let her hand hover over the bell for only a moment. Bringing her hand down quickly it made one loud, clear 'ding'.
She waited patiently, tossing her head, as if to throw hair over her shoulder, then realized there was none to throw. Tsking herself silently, she tucked her chinlenght hair behind one ear.
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Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2006 6:44 pm
A head suddenly glanced up over the desk, stopping just before below the round glasses he was wearing. "May I help you?" He asked in a slightly giddy tone as he looked up at the new comer.
He sounded as though he was incredibly amused by something, but who knew with Cray!?
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Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2006 6:50 pm
Imbri took a step back, in slight suprise. She took in the person in front of her. He had an odd feel about him, although Imbri couldn't place it. There was just something....off about him. His glasses obscured his eyes and she couldn't quite tell what he was thinking because of it.
"Err...yes," she said, regaining her composier and straightening up. "I have an appointment to see the, um..." she looked the man up and down once more. "Doctor. I'm Imbri."
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Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2006 6:59 pm
"Really?!" He grinned while standing up.
Turning to his computer, he pressed a button bringing up the schedule and looked over it. Only Imbri's name was on it for that time, the rest of the spaces reading Busy.
"Aaaah yeeeeeees...... Imbri Yeeeees? Wait one moment while I fetch the good man!" He grinned at her.
Crumsily he got on the desk and rolled over so he fell on the ground at her feet. Getting up quickly, he rushed through the door next to the reception window leading into the back room.
Really there was no need for such a troublsome walk around when there was a door in the back of the reception office leading to the back room anyway.
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Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2006 7:05 pm
Imbri watched with ill humor and relief. Thank goodness, this man wasn't the doctor, just some oddball receptionest. She pulled her skirt out of the way of the falling man, revealing that she had been walking around barefooted.
As he jumped up, she let go of her skirt and let it fall back into place. She watched his clumsy retreat and waited calmly.
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Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2006 7:10 pm
Walking out of the door he had just been in, Cray appeared to have on his face a fake moustache. He was acting weirder then he usually would around new patients, but he really could help himself sometimes.
"Miss Imbri? Would you kindly step this way!" He grinned from behind the thick moustache, a hand placed on his door and keeping it open for the young lady.
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Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2006 7:18 pm
Imbri gave an audible groan. Why her, of all people?
Ah well, she would just have to live with it, she had already decided to do this and a lunatic doctor was not going to stop her. Maybe if he was crazy in personality, he'd be a genious doctor. Who knew?
She walked through the door, then paused waiting for the doctor.
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Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2006 7:34 pm
The back room was considerably smaller then expected, especially when compared to the size of the waiting area. This could of been because of the room that was off to the left side of the room.
The place was rather odd looking for a maternity clinic. A chair in the middle of the room rather like one you would find at a dentist's, but altered to suit the purpose of examination in pregnant women, or those who wanted to conceive. Beside it, a table with instruments on it one would not think to find in any clinic or hospital. Though odd they didn't look scary.
There were alot of shelves too, packed with different jars with clear liquids in different colours, most of them just clear. Others more clearer then others. The labels were not in english however, but some odd looking pictures or symbols were on them.
The desk in the room had a computer of course, but was considerably untidy. Papers and files spread all across it. Defiantly not one would of expected with how clean the waiting room was.
Following her in, he motioned to a chair by the desk while adjusting his moustache with his other hand. "Please! Sit down! I have a few questions to go through with you before we start."
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Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2006 7:45 pm
The young woman scanned the room, taking in the messy desk, to the neatly labled (although, what they were labled, heaven only knew) jars.
She walked quickly over to the chair the doctor had motioned to, eager to be as far from him as possible for even a brief amount of time. She sat down gracefully, smoothing her skirt under her legs.
"Those are rather odd looking," she observed, pointing to the instruments beside the chair. "What are they for?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2006 6:47 pm
Sitting himself on his wheely stool, Cray looked over at the mentioned instruments with a finger in the middle of the moustache. "Them? Oh! They is the latest equipment for internal examinations. They also allow me to help peeps get pregnant, male or female!" He grinned at her.
Turning his attention back to his desk, he gathered a few blanks forms, some maybe not even important, and placed them in front of him. Grabbing a pen while he was at it.
"Ok! First question! Do you know who I am?" He asked, scribbling a few things on a form that had something to do with 'win a free waffle iron'.
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Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2006 6:55 pm
Imbri blinked. Internal exams? She shook her head. Whatever. She was already thinking he was mental, she didn't particularly want it confirmed.
As the Doctor asked the first question, she raised an eyebrow. "Who are you? Presumably you're the doctor. If not, then I wouldn't know why I'm sitting with you."
The better question may have been did HE know who he was.
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Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2006 7:02 pm
"I'm not a Doctor!" He said suddenly, standing and his moustache falling pathetically to the ground. "My title is Professor!"
He didn't look or sound angry, but shocked. Calming down though, he sat once more and grinned. "I'm Professor Cray Zee! I work as a Doctor, do we understand?"
He didn't take his eyes off Imbri as he moved the competition form over to the side revealing the proper papers.
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Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2006 7:13 pm
With her eyes, Imbri watched the moustache fall to the ground, but didn't move her head. She blinked slowly at his name.
"Cray Zee. I see," she paused, the corner of her mouth twitched. "Professor." Imbri tucked her red hair behind her ear again and settled her hands in her lap. "Well then, shall we continue?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2006 7:25 pm
"Okie dokie!" He grinned, trying his hardest not to bounce on the stool he was on.
"Real first question... Are you seeking my help or a confirmation?" He asked, suddenly turning serious as he turned to the computer on his desk for a moment, quickly typing in a few things that looked rather like complicated coding.
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