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 Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2014 4:02 pm
Tapping the pen against the clipboard before letting it skid across the familiar desk as the pen was tucked into the white lab coat pocket Matt flopped down into the rolling chair and slung his back to stare at the ceiling. Why had he volunteered to help out in the life labs? There was no doubt that it was something better than spending all day in his room chatting to Kasi but now he craved something a little more interesting in terms of interaction. Sure, there were hunters there to aid, some whined at him that there just wasn’t enough drugs in their system but that always happened. Bracing his feet he threw the chair back with himself in it watching the ceiling move until his head smacked into the opposing wall. Grimacing he rolled his head to one side noting that there was a stack of papers and charts that needed to be whisked away into some sort of file cabinet. Maybe he would do that later, like after he shaved his head Matt thought turning the chair around and rolling it across the floor again.
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2014 7:26 am
"ARIGHT!" Cee was being hustled into the labs by a tech. She'd supposed to have been here days ago to have her air cast removed but she'd been milking it. She'd figured out how to get it off and everything and had been selectively putting it on when she needed an excuse for anything. "Jeezus whatta buncha brutes. I'm all injured and s**t." She was huffing as she plopped down on the side of one of the cots. The tech that hurried her in scowled, shot Matt a look (your turn) and walked out of the room to leave the pair alone. Cee was primping her hair now, concerned the tech had mussed it. She kicked her feet then glanced over at Matt, " WELL?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2014 9:07 pm
Matt looked at the tech and then back up to the ceiling, no no no no no no no no no no no he was bored but seriously not that bored that he would walk through hell. Paperwork sure, dealing with possible kick in the face by another woman he could pass. He was sure, sure that the opposite gender was out to kill him and he had the scars to prove it. Still staring at the ceiling he could hear her shuffling around and the response, “Alright I am coming give me a minute.” Matt replied as he scooted the chair forward to the desk, picking up a clipboard and a pen he then pushed the chair back and skated across the floor towards the hunter. Turning it around he greeted her with a large smile and held out his hand, “Hello my name is Matt and if possible can I get your name for your paperwork please.”
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2014 6:23 am
Cee's only consolation was that Matt was good looking but she was torn between her awful mood and not wanting to get more Lifers on her bad side. "Hi Matt.." She smiled edgily, kicking her legs absently and revealing just how not injured she was. "I'm Cee.." And then she glanced at the clip board. "Uhhh Concetta DiGregorio.." There was a powerful eyeroll.
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2015 4:29 pm
WE FINISHED THIS IN EMAIL SO I AM POSTING ALL THE REPLIES Matt “Well, nice to meet you Cee,” Matt replied ignoring the eyeroll as he turned his back and went and pulled a file from one of the drawers near the desk. Flipping through a couple of pages he sighed as he pulled out the pen and then clicked the top of it on the clipboard. “So what can I do for you today Cee other than possibly removing that cast for you,” Matt replied sitting back down in the chair the same stupid grin etched on his face. Happy thought happy thoughts no matter what happy thoughts he kept telling himself no matter how rude. Cee "Ummm.." Cee pursed her shining rouged lips and looked Matt up and down again. "Just gittin the cast off I think. Unless you wanna gimme a full physical." Her chest was thrust out, a bare plane of ample flesh barely contained by her tight, deep plunging neckline. "You gotta take my pulse or listen to my lungs er anything?" She teased him playfully. She was up for the game if he was but the 'doctor' seemed bored and Cee felt herself to be momentarily sympathetic. Her bravado dropped just for this cause and she gave him a genuine smile. "You look like yer bored. You ain't gotta use that bedside manner wit me.." A hand raised next to her mouth in an exaggerated whisper, "I won't tell no one." Matt Matt remained in the chair staring for a moment his eyes peering over the top of the clipboard staring at the plunging neckline and what possibly laid beyond it. Not a single thought whistled into his head it was blank as if something was trying was scrambling around inside to connect the correct point a to point b of the circuit board but couldn’t find the right cord. This continued for a few seconds before something in his mind went click and he nodded and shoved the clipboard in front of his face as he pretended to read the words in depth on the page. “So just the cast then, no I don’t think there will be any need for a physical other than making sure everything in your foot is ok when you stand up and etc. etc. Usual routine things with er cast removal.” Matt replied lowering the clipboard when he was sure the sense of embarrassment was gone from his face. It wasn’t so much the fact that he was staring it was the fact that it was so obvious that he had done so and that it was rather longer than it needed to be. “Bored yes very much so, as for beside manners it’s a habit that’s hard to get rid of they spend years drilling it into you at school and well this doesn’t compare to wanting to punch your annoying professor in the face because he’s an a** but you can’t instead you have to keep gluing the same lame fake smile to just get an A in the class,” Matt paused when he realized he was rambling on to Cee for no apparent reason. He was pretty sure the woman had little to no interest in his past life. Holding up the clipboard to the side of his face he replied in a loud whisper, “thanks.” Cee "Oh so you did this b'fore here?" Cee was actually interested, leaning on her hand which propped on a crossed knee. It really didn't fix the cleavage issue, only making it a bit more obvious. "Sure you can't punch Dr. H inna face huh?" She laughed. He was a bit cute, if you got past the fact that he was in Life and most of them were a huge drag. "So if this is so lame.." Which it was, "whatchu like ta do fer fun?" She was still slightly new, looking for things to do. Maybe she could do them with Matt.... or show him her own version of a good time. Matt “Yea, being a doctor was all I wanted to do really” Matt replied still trying to avoid his gaze to the deep chasm of boobs that laid so conveniently in his line of sight as he tried to scribble something of words onto the clipboard. It didn’t take long for him to realize that everything he was spelling had random letters of b and o in it and it would be going no where to bother writing much of anything else. Pushing the chair back he threw the clipboard on a table and grabbed a tray and started to fill them with various instruments that would some how cut the cast off and possibly check for anything else. Wheeling the chair back over he set them on the table and then stared at Cee for a moment at the thought of punching Dr. H in the face. The result would be terrifying. “Fun….. train I guess,” Matt replied trying to think of what else he had done since he had arrived. Other than reading, dying, chatting to Tori, dying again he hadn’t done anything what others called “fun.” Cee "Train?" Concetta's nose wrinkled in near-disgust. "'At's still work boy. What about drinkin er smokin... explorin.." Her eyebrows bobbed. "******** of pinning him further with her eyes she looked down at her manicure. "People like bunnies aroun' here I heard." Matt “Smoking is terrible for you and sadly as a doctor I am liable to vote on quitting the habit before it starts, as for drinking,” Matt replied pausing for a moment “sometimes but not really with anyone if that was what you were hoping.” Lately drinking had been more of sleeping aid then social habit with others anymore, Matt couldn’t even recall the last party he had gone to. Not at Deus for sure. Giving her a bit of a puzzled too slightly red look, “Apparently I have missed the memo about ******** like bunnies the last woman I had in bed was……” His voice trailed off as he tried to think, drawing a blank to even the woman’s name who had stopped by his dorm room in college. Cee Cee laughed, pleasant and feminine, and flapped her hand at him. "I only smoke weed really. But now I ain't gonna get cancer, why the hell not smoke cigs?" She leaned in to him, resting manicured nails on his knee, "If ya need ta blow off some steam.." She scratched tantalizingly against his pants. "No reason ta stop yerself from having a good time. Don't think I'm some trashy broad." She shrugged. "Yer cute." Matt “Weed has the worse smell in the world I would rather have cigs,” Matt replied wrinkling his nose at the thought of the familiar smell, even worse was the fact that it clung to everything and after a day smelt like week old cat piss. He didn’t even flinch as she touched him; instead he looked at her, then at the cast and back at her as the familiar words of cute rang in his head. Why was it always cute? His damn weapon was cute, being a fairy princess was cute, and a man shouldn’t be called “cute.” “I wouldn’t think of anyone as a trashy broad Cee,” he replied before pointing to her leg, “cast first fun later.” Cee "Aw that's just s**t weed then. Or real good weed." She laughed but seemed satisfied enough with his response. It hadn't been a no. She leaned back on her palms and held up her leg. The cast wasn't even a real one, just an air cast, but they insisted a 'professional' take care of it and also examine her healing. She already knew she was fine because she'd secretly taken it off herself (and she'd kept it a week longer than needed). "Unwrap me, doc." Matt Matt could never tell the difference between “good” or “bad” weed usually he passed on it with some sort of studying excuse. Grabbing a small tool from the tray he propped rolled her foot and let all of the air out before he started to pull all the Velcro and clasp apart. A few minutes later the top of the cast was off and he pressed his fingers along her foot making sure there was no signs of internal swelling. When he was happy with how it looked he pulled the bottom off and set it to the side. “Alright, it looks pretty good, can I get you to wriggle your toes and then your ankle for a moment.”
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2015 4:34 pm
Cee She giggled slightly and squirmed when her foot was touched, but complied. Cee was tanned and toned and thankful that as a hunter she didn't suffer the normal atrophy from disuse that came as a side effect of a normal cast. Her toes wiggled, painted robin's egg blue. Her ankle rolled without pain or any incident at all. "Do I got a go ahead for all my athletic activities?" Cee's head tilted sideways with a smirk. Matt He watched as her robin egg blue toes wiggled at him keeping his eye on the movement of her muscles, everything look fine when she moved it reassuring him that she was pretty much good to go and do whatever sort of activities she wanted. “Yea just one last test of you standing up on it and putting your weight on your ankle if it doesn’t hurt your good to go after signing that sheet of paper on the desk.” Matt replied giving her a faint smile as he strolled over to the desk to pick up the clipboard ignoring the boob words on the front page and flipping it over to the sign line. Cee She stood on her bare feet and bounced. Cee then slid into her shoes, took a step, and bounced. Everything on her bounced with her, an undeniably feminine jiggle. "Feels fine." She scribbled her name (loopy cursive, catholic school handwriting) and waited a moment. "So we gonna have a date, Doctor Dreamy?" Matt Matt watched as she bounced, everything bounced, everything bounced in all the right places, but most of all her ankle seemed fine there was no twist or even a look of pain on her face. Shoving the embarrassing look on his face down into his gut he watched her sign the paper before shoving the pen back into his pocket. Putting the clipboard back on the desk he stared at it, he was suppose to file it away put with the other pages so it wouldn’t be lost. However, that huge stack of papers that where tossed on the desk by the other various moons and lifers were still sitting there what would one more sheet do to it. “As long as you don’t call me Doctor Dreamy ever again we can ditch this place,” Matt replied as he pulled the lab coat off and rested it on the back of the chair. Cee Cee was pleased as punch that Matt could join her immediately. Enough that she was a bit thrown as to what to do besides find his room and show him a good time. He'd already said he didn't smoke anything of any kind and her booze stash was pitiful at the moment. "Deal. Matt is good then?" He'd find her latching to his arm quickly, the limb tucking nicely into her ample chest. "You wanna take a walk or find somewhere private?" She gripped him. "I heard they opened a bar inna town. It's protected too.. like from monsters an's**t." Matt Matt’s face turned a faint pink as he could feel her the warmth from her breast on his arm, ignoring it he thought about a walk somewhere and just talking but something about all of that seemed chivalrous and boring. “A bar? Let’s go there I have some cash that’s just collecting dust and I haven’t seen a bar since…” He knew the last time he had seen a bar, and the floor, and possibly the rim of the toilet as he violently threw up all that he had from that night it was still forever burned in his memory. “Anyways the bar sounds like fun afterwards we can find something more private if you still feel up to it.”
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