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 Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2015 8:59 pm
He had, in fact, been away from the infirmary for a month or so, and someone had moved all the ******** files from where they were supposed to be. In navy scrubs, Leslie swore under his breath, waiting-- just waiting-- for his break. These hunters coming in from the Zombie Apocalypse were still filtering in and out, mostly fine-- it just meant a lot of boring a** busywork. "Oh," he said, squinting at Lawrence, who he'd just spotted. The guy still wanted to be called Jan, but honestly whatever. It wasn't his problem or issue to handle. He didn't trust the creep in the slightest, and sort of hated having to deal with him when he wasn't being really good at the technical side of his job -- but he really was better than most of his other partners, so he couldn't complain too much. "Yeah, hey. You on duty today then?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2015 12:57 am
Lawr found satisfaction of a sort in repetition and habit and working in the infirmary had become a source of organization in his life. It had come with a cost of sorts, more and more every day he found himself lapsing back into his oldest persona, the one who had been called Lawrence, the most entire persona he had, where he had tried to understand concepts like altruism and loyalty as best he could. It meant a lot of staying late on shifts and genuinely trying to empathise with people in pain and treat them accordingly. It had somehow been easier with animals, with animals there were outward signs of pain if you looked hard enough, a horse might limp slightly, a dog might pant, but some people hid it even better than an animal.
As it was, he was glad (as close to it as possible) that the people returning from the S class mission were primarily intact, any damage that had been done was almost certainly psychological. It absolutely did mean a lot of busywork and filling in paperwork that some bright spark had decided was necessary, probably death division.
He nodded to Leslie when the other man approached him. "Yeeep." he said with a sigh, and it was notable also that in recent weeks he appeared to have phased out his odd American accent, in its wake he simply sounded English and slightly snobbish with a faint swedish lilt. "If I have to fill in one more release form today I am going to lose my other hand." he joked as best he could, not used to humour after so long without it. "Robertson is in room six again with IC, he's just on palliative care as usual, I don't think he will ever learn not to sleep with anything that moves. "
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2015 1:30 pm
Leslie, oblivious as he was, did at least notice the accent drop, but it just felt like a phoney one dropping for the real one. It was, probably, related to the weird name s**t that flew over his head, not that it was hard to do. It drove him nuts, if only because it was....snooty. "I don't mind. Hand it over, and tell me which nurse moved the A to D files to the wrong ******** cabinet." He made a lemon face, and shook his head at the ice crotch kid. "Man, he never learns. We're gonna burn through another runic hairdryer and the techs are gonna label one just for him." Looking around, Leslie noticed that most everyone was, well. Fine. "You know much about what went down? I was in Arizona."
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Posted: Sun Oct 11, 2015 8:43 am
Lawr shook his head. "It wasn't me, I think it was that mist girl who comes down here sometimes on Thursdays. She takes the files up to HQ and brings them back to the tents in absolute disarray, I have no idea what she is doing. I would think neither does she frankly." he snorted derisively, handing over the bundle of release forms waiting to be signed for the hunters who had woken up and turned out to be completely fine but had needed to be checked top to toe regardless.
"Robertson got the lecture about taking up valuable bedspace but I don't think he listens any longer." He made air quotes around the lecture comment with his good hand as he said it, immediately apparent who he meant by his tone of voice.
"As far as what went down.." he looked back over the rows of dishevelled but empty cots nearby. "I have not so much as a clue, a friend was there, he mentioned plants, I am not sure if it was famine or whatever that force was that attacked the island before." he shrugged. "As usual we just have to tidy the mess without being certain what we are looking for in it."
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Posted: Tue Oct 13, 2015 3:59 pm
Leslie knew exactly which mist Lawrence meant, too. "Ugh. I don't get the ******** appeal, I really thing that went down. "Huh. Wonder if it's related to..." Leslie pulled up a baggy hoodie sleeve-- wearing it over the scrubs, considering he was always cooler than most hunters thanks to Aleria-- to reveal a simple metal shield strapped to his left arm. "Found the thing like, on my arm after a weird dream. Dunno."
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Posted: Wed Oct 14, 2015 9:30 am
As Leslie pulled up his sleeve, Lawr seemed to focus a little more directly, giving the shield, though small and simple a very bright and keen look, as if he was inspecting a very problematic suture job or puzzle.
"After a dream?" he said curiously. "Dreams have more often than not been the precursor to disaster of late. Have you spoken to anyone about it?" Not that he intended to report it, he was not one to meddle when there was no reason to, he had not spoken to anyone about the effect of his own particular artifact he had come across. "Could be that the two are related somehow though, there seems to be surges of oddness around when the large missions occur. Forces moving I imagine."
"I wouldn't say anything." he said idly. "If it is not causing you distress."
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Posted: Wed Oct 14, 2015 5:38 pm
"Christ, don't say that s**t. I'm annoyed with it enough as it ******** is." Leslie yanked the sleeve down with a scowl. "I guess. I heard some s**t about vines I guess. Like what covered the island, maybe." He shrugged, and finally found the files he needed, rifling through them. "I said s**t on twitter already because I'm retarded, but no one's really said anything about it. I'll just let it go or whatever. You don't have something new too, do you?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2015 9:35 am
"Hopefully it was dealt with and won't show up here again." he set his mouth in a thin line of irritation. He did not approve of loss of control and the last time the island had been affected by whatever it was he had come to scuffed and wounded without full knowledge of what had occurred.
At Leslie's question, Lawrence shook his head. "No, there is nothing new at all in my life unfortunately. I would not half mind gaining a shield for free, potentially risky or not. I'll keep an ear out for you though, see if I hear of anyone else coming into the infirmary or elsewhere with unusual objects in their possession."
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2015 11:19 pm
"********. Knowing our collective ******** luck." Leslie made an equal lemon face, although for different reasons. "Huh. Well, thanks I guess." Leslie set the files back in the proper place, sufficiently satisfied they'd not been tampered with besides regular updates, and started taking inventory around the tents, counting out bandages and runic hair dryers and runestones. "Will you check the uh, s**t. The things. The ********--" He grasped for the words. " Scalpels. You know where they are. Do we need any new ones, do the blades look dull, blah blah. You know the deal. I think we're gonna need to bug a few Lifers for restocks for some of this s**t."
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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2015 9:24 am
"Certainly." Lawr said, making his way over to the cupboard to look over the scalpels meticulously, testing their blades and setting aside the ones which were in a sorry state.
"There is also something wrong with one of the autoclaves." he said idly. "I logged a fault, but it is anyone's guess when someone will get around to getting it mended or a new one. I know that hygiene is not so much of a prime concern with fear shields but." and he shook his head irritably. "There are still some of us with standards. If we ended up with a civilian in some of our facilities we'd kill them dead."
He ended up with a lot less decent scalpels than he'd hoped.
"I would be better performing precision work with my claws." he said grimly, "Impossible to foster bacterial growth on something which does not exist until summoned."
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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2015 3:17 pm
Leslie muttered under his breath, and was, as always, disappointed. Deus was nothing but a string of them, sometimes. They presented a front of order, but there was grime beneath the surface, chaos and things disarray. "Ugh. Sunny's gonna have someone's head, at least. Just glad that it ain't mine." Leslie looked at his dismal inventory himself, and while he was nowhere close to done,it was really not looking good. "No s**t. Are you allowed do that, anyway? I know you're not really that trustworthy so I dunno if that's like, forbidden or something." He shrugged. "We're at least immune to most things that'd hurt normal humans, I guess."
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2015 1:10 pm
"I am always slightly relieved when someone manages to draw here ire, it means she is someone else's problem for a while." The stern woman put him somewhat in mind of one of his aunts if he was honest.
Lawrence shook his head at Leslie's question. "Likely not." he said grimly. "Which is rather ridiculous given that if I wanted to summon to do harm I could. I do not." He shrugged. "It was simply a musing aloud that I felt might be helpful to the individuals we are in charge of aiding. Perhaps at some point I can explore the possibilities further." It didn't seem to bother him too much that he wasn't allowed to right now.
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2015 11:29 pm
Leslie let out a bark of laughter, shaking his head. "No s**t. I ever tell you what she did to me the first time I tried to work here?" At the response he clucked his tongue, but was not overly surprised, given the scar on America's chest. "Probably under a watchful eye, then. Maybe the good doc will watch you. I don't think I've seen him more than like, once or some s**t."
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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2015 10:53 am
"You did not." Lawr said with a sly grin. "I have had a few lectures since I got here, she obviously doesn't trust me much at all. But that isn't exactly extraordinary at this point."
He did freeze up a little at the mention of H. "The less he watches me the better I think, I have met him entirely more times than I should ever like. I prefer Sunny."
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2015 3:46 pm
"Well," he said, "s**t, this was over a year ago now. She thought I was a ******** junkie looking for pain pills, and said-- and this is a direct ******** quote-- "I will put on all my prettiest ******** rings and shove my fist up your shitty little nose" if I showed up without a good reason." Leslie shook his head, not really noticing the freeze at all. "Really? I've only seen him around, never talked to him. Makes sense though, since at the end of the day I'm a Mist, I just prefer hanging out here instead."
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