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 Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2017 6:20 am
 
As you make your way into the seminar area, you stop in front of room B, which has a hand-made sign taped securely on the door. The sign, in a curvy, bubbly font reads "CPR Class, 9-10am". Upon entering the room, you notice a woman in scrubs putting the finishing touches on the rows of tables set out in the makeshift-classroom. Each table has several mannequins laid out across them, along with thin booklet resting by their plastic, beige torsos.
The nurse notices your entrance and turns to give you a bright, cheerful smile. "Hello! My name is Julie and I'll be your CPR trainer today."
Her hand gestures to the table to your right, where a clipboard with a sign-in sheet rests. "Please sign in and pick a spot to sit in. Class will begin shortly and we'll have you certified in no time!"
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((OOC: Your character is now participating in the CPR seminar. Please RP them signing in and taking a seat. They're welcome to come alone or with friends, but please don't damage your new plastic friend at your spot. In 24 hours, Julie will begin the class, then you will have 24 hours to write a post demonstrating what she's teaching you. She'll finish up with another post and then you will have an additional 24 hours to exit the class room. Once you successfully complete all three posts, your character will be awarded their own certification card. Remember, for every 500 words you write, you receive an entry into the raffle!))
(((Please make your exit post to finalize your participation in the event and thank you so much for taking the time to join us.
Be sure to fill in your post by/check back in the thread come Friday for your card and congratulations on becoming an even more upstanding citizen than you already are!!)))
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2017 7:45 am
Fritz St. James
Fritz was ready.
Mostly. He still was sort of anxious about being in a place with so many people and the possibilities of actually touching anyone, but he wasn't going to let that stop him. CPR was at least a foot in the door of being able to take a step past his aversions and move forward, possibly, so on a whim he'd decided to sign up.
He wasn't sure if he regretted it or not yet.
Maybe.
Fritz took a seat somewhere near the back of the room, gently folding his hands into his lap and neatly tucking them together as he waited.Quote: Fritz is open for interaction o/
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2017 10:32 am
Poppy Anania-SedgwickIt might have all collectively been a Negaverse plan, as most things were, and Chrysocolla knew these things: but at the same time, she was hardly going to turn down CPR certification, even if the end goal of this was probably going to be another massive energy draining party. Ah, well, that was how it went; and she felt safer here, honestly, knowing that even if there was no recognition she was among her brethren-in-arms.
Hopefully. If this was all White Mooners, she'd probably get murdered; hence why she'd left her henshin pen at home. Helping out the Negaverse wasn't worth the risk of being dead. She'd decided not to offer her services as a waiter; it was too painful to look at Ariel, knowing Faustite was in Negaspace and she could have stopped his transformation if she'd been smarter, been faster, stood up to Umber for once. Happy birthday, Elex, you're legally dead; it was all too depressing to think about. So she'd decided to not be helpful for once, to just sit back and watch and pretend she was purely a civilian, and that was how it went.
"H-hi there," she afforded Julie a smile and a nod, hurried, and signed her name slowly; then she took a seat, hands in her lap, quiet.
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2017 2:03 pm
Jada ChamberlynAt 24 years old, as a legal guardian of two troublemakers and an older sister of three more (two more, now), one might expect that Jada Chamberlyn already knew how to perform CPR. Anyone who thought that about Jada would be terribly incorrect. It would make sense, she would give it that, but the idea of doing Cardiopulmonary Resuscitation was actually a little bit terrifying. Calling it heart massage and talking about breaking ribcages if you did it wrong had been one of the quickest ways to convince her to not actually give CPR a shot. Especially not when the only opportunities she had to practice would have been on some mealy-mouthed little shitheads she didn't want to put her lips on. And frankly, that hadn't much changed as she got older. Though there were a few people she might have practiced on in hopes that she actually did break their ribs. Still; back to the point, Jada had no CPR certification, and what better time to get one than when it was a completely free course which she had technically already kind of paid for via her many charitable donations to the hospital and a very large count of happy, round zeroes? So maybe it was not the most free of CPR courses, but she could pretend it was, and pretending was half the battle. Pursing her lips at the very happy sign- CPR class, it should have read, way too early in the morning, Jada slipped into the room, eyes widening at the happy, perky woman who introduced herself. “Good morning, Julie,” she replied with a smile, “I'm Jada.” she bent down, signing her name on the sign-in-sheet, and then glanced around to see who else had made their way to the CPR class. Not very many so far, it seemed- good. Less people to watch her embarrass herself. And she was sure that she would- she would probably kill the training dummy or something, and they would take away the CPR card she didn't even have yet. Why was she here? This was a positively terrible idea... Eyes lighting on a redhead towards the back of the room, Jada's shoulders relaxed the slightest bit. Elevator Man. At least it was one familiar face, and she made her way over to him with a deliberate click of her heels on the carpeted floor. “Well, if it isn't elevator guy,” she said without preamble, waiting until he looked to her before giving him a bright smile. “I gave you my number and you never called to go to the winey wench. Mind if I take a seat back here, or would you prefer if I go and sit somewhere else?” She'd enjoyed their conversation, but he seemingly had not; she didn't take it hard, since she hadn't made the time to go for herself, either. She had been busy, and there wasn't a doubt in her mind that so too he had been. Or he just hadn't enjoyed being stuck in an elevator with her. Anything was possible. Her voice was teasing, her face open and friendly- she wouldn't mind no matter which choice he made. Shahar MontagueShahar was up way too early for this s**t, after the night she had gotten to enjoy. But it had been 'strongly suggested' that she make her way to the CPR class that was being held at the Destiny's Star Hospital. It was free, and one never knew, in her line of work (and her line of private entertainment) when someone might stop breathing. Overdose was an unfortunately common affliction and she had actually seen someone who was presumed to have been so absolutely trash-drunk that they stopped breathing. She had been high as a kite, but she could remember the ambulance, and the girl on her arm. She could remember the way their face had shifted from color to color while an unfortunate number of people milled around, staring, one or two waving to the bartender. Well... she could kind of remember it. Vaguely. Not that anyone in their right mind would want someone as high as they themselves were to perform any attempt of CPR on them, but given a choice between life and death- maybe they'd want to make it to their next fix? Worst case scenario she broke them and they needed a morphine drip or something. Honestly, she couldn't really see any flaws in her grand plan to get certaified. Then she even had an additional tool to hit on people- hey baby, did you want to see my CPR certification? Okay, maybe it was not so sexy when she thought about it, but... She was the sort of woman to take what she could get. She was not always particularly proud. As she made her way into the classroom, the very chipper tone of the teacher made her wince, peering at the woman with a scrunched nose. She grunted an acknowledgement, and sat as far away from everyone else as she possibly could, staring at everyone with lidded eyes. This was far too early to be sober and awake. Far... far... too early.
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2017 4:24 pm
Kyle Cooke
CPR Class, 9-10 am.
”Looks like we're just in time. Lucky!”
Kyle looked up from his watch to beam at his Pathology mentor Matt, who not only had offered to come with him to Destiny’s Star Hospital but also taken the liberty of loaning him a suit for the day. Even though he wasn't certified competent in CPR yet, Kyle didn't need to be told by anyone that this was important. It was a lifesaving skill and therefore one of the must knows for a student like him seeking to join the medical profession.
”Do Pathologists need to be certified competent in CPR too despite the lack of patient contact in their job scope?”
He wondered aloud, hastily penning his name down on the sign-in sheet before stepping aside to wait for Matt to be done.
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2017 7:38 pm
Fritz St. James
Fritz was sitting with one leg thrown over the other, his hands in his lap as he twisted them absently together. Lacking his uniform meant that he didn't have the gold coins or the Chronos medallion to keep his hands occupied, so instead he was fiddling with the hem of his sweater.
It took him a moment to register that someone was speaking to him, and another second to register that it was, in fact, someone he knew.
A smile broke out across Fritz's face. "Well, if it isn't elevator lady," he said in return, giving a little nod. Her assessment of his lack of phone call made him wince a little; a touch of pink dusted across his cheeks, and Fritz cleared his throat, giving a small sigh.
"Yes - that is to say, please do sit down. I appreciate the company."
She at least didn't look angry at him. Fritz offered Jada what he hoped was an apologetic smile, an expression that was rueful even as he shifted,
changing which leg was over the other and going back to fiddling with his sweater.
"I do hope you'll forgive me for not calling, it wasn't anything personal," he said, somewhat lamely, and winced again. "That sounds awfully like an excuse. No, what I mean to say is, it wasn't that I didn't enjoy our elevator time, I quite did, actually, I am just..."
Fritz waved a hand. "Not entirely easy at communication."
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2017 8:18 pm
Slate BlackwellThe hour in which he woke mattered not - Slate felt eternally sluggish, perpetually weighted down by his own failure to recoup adequate sleep. But lately, despite the incessant nosebleeds, Slate learned to adjust to his present condition and reach just a little farther beyond the scope of absolute minimum activity. Minimum, in this case, was defined around his Negaverse duties foremost followed by the part-time job he picked up to assist in Porsha's rent payments. Then he slowly started to accumulate otside activities - first he started going for a morning jog, and while he lapsed in keeping that up several times, he finally nailed it into a routine. He started to feel pretty good about himself. Meeting his responsibilities and jogging amounted to a great deal when one was so often plagued with headaches, migraines, and perpetual blood loss through the nasal passages.
But those pleasant strides soon changed as he realized that his brother dropped off the map of Negaverse check-ins. Calls via communicator or cell phone received no answer. Visits to the woods received no answer. And for as much as he deeply hoped that he could summon another general to his side, he found no answer to his constant tugs. Nothing. Umber simply ceased to exist.
But the affair was still so recent - perhaps he needed a break for a week. Or two weeks. Or he got injured and laid up somewhere. The days progressed, and Slate's mind turned to worst case scenarios. Death, perhaps. He would never see his brother again. And beneath that, purification. Someday he might encounter a knight claiming to be Umber in another lifetime, and accuse Ochre of all the abject familiar failures he now stewed about in the evening hour. These thoughts came all too easy. Worry claimed his tired features much too proudly.
Now, despite Slate's constant exhaustion, he suffered a lack of sleep. Fourteen hours of rest a night curtailed to seven, to four, to sometimes three. Exhaustion grew far more prominent. Exhaustion drove him from jogging. Exhaustion urged him to call off from work.
And now he sat amongst the CPR class in a hospital, one that promised certification by the end of it, so he might have some excuse to pass off to his workplace for his presently unexcused absences. He strode in, hair still utterly tousled from a fitful sleep, clothes still bedraggled, and cast himself into the seat next to a mint-haired girl. He remembered afterward to sign the sheet, raised himself up just enough to do so, and then collapsed back into his seat with enough force to suggest his utter lack of energy.
Slate cast his neighbor a glance, and tried to manage some ghost of a smile. "Hi," he started, "have you done this before?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2017 9:23 pm
Jada ChamberlynHe looked pleasantly surprised to see her, which was more than some did; Jada slid comfortably into the seat next to him, careful to respect his spatial boundaries. His blush was precious, and she waved off his excuse with a smile. "Forgiven before it happened," she told him with a grin, "I was just trying to tweak your buttons a little. Fluster the british ninja cowboy and all. I'm going to just add that point to my side on the mental tallyboard." Jada relaxed into her chair, patting the table in lieu of his hand. He was fidgeting, a presumed sign of discomfort or nerves, and her head tilted. "Words are hard," she assured him simply. "No judgment from me. Promise. So how have you been? Gotten stuck in any more elevators? Maybe checked out the winey wench?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2017 9:56 pm
Rhona LeeMay as well, Rhona figured. All knowledge is good knowledge, after all, and maybe CPR could help her in her... other life. After all, what if one of her own was incapacitated and in need of resuscitation? Would she just stand around, waving her hands and panicking? Not if she could help it. Rhona was a woman of action, now, and this was an action worth taking. She signed her name in the big, perfect, looping letters that Micah never had dreamed of being able to do, and took a seat at a table full of strangers. They all introduced themselves to one another with polite smiles and small talk before falling silent again. Rhona forgot their names as soon as she had learned them. Instead, she yanwed widely and scrubbed her eyes, still worn out from the blood draw. What had happened that had wiped her out so badly? She went over her checklist again. She'd slept just fine the night before. She'd had her requisite two cups of coffee this morning. She'd eaten, had plenty of water, and hadn't worked out today. So what was screwing her up so badly? In the end, Rhona circled back to her previous conclusion: the social obligation combined with the mental stamina it took to have a needle shoved into you and for fluids stolen had knocked her out. It seemed as good a reason as any, after all.
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2017 11:33 pm
Alexandre EvansHe had someone on his team who knew CPR but that didn't mean he shouldn't know it also, and he knew this. He should have learned it a long time ago, just incase, because that was something he should have done. It had been something he'd never thought of though, never considered, but with the new hospital opening up and the attention being placed on the hospital and all that it was doing this weekend he had figured he might as well get certified.
Fearing he might be running late he came into the room at a hurried pace, nodding once to the nurse with the cheerful smile, he made his way to one of the lonely chairs and sat himself down. He was lucky he wasn't late, it wouldn't have looked good if he had been. He didn't need the attention on himself nor was it something the ashen blond wanted, it wasn't the sort of attention he liked. He had mentioned the class to Aiden but wasn't sure if the other was coming, as he'd mentioned it over dinner a week ago.word count: 184 Shanyume" Incase you wanna join here is your in.
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2017 11:56 pm
AmigarToday was another long day at the bakery. Her clothes were covered in flour, sprinkles, and probably whipped cream as well. She had made so many desserts today it was insane. Plus not only that but half of her family restaurants staff was out, and it was the worst day for them to be out. Since they even had two of the hardest critics arrive, and of course those are just things you can't prepare for. Well at least her parents hadn't, Since they were each off in different countries - one at a Paris fashion show and the other at a Japanese bake off. Some how though she had pulled it off. How she had no idea, but between the night time rush and clean up. She was somehow able to get everything done just in time for the CPR training class this morning.
The only thing was she was still covered in flour, sprinkles, and whipped cream. Since she had fallen asleep in the bakery the second she went to look the door. She was only awaken by her blaring alarm, as she let the opening staff in and rushed to get here in time. Since right after this class she was right back to the store. As she entered she could tell some people were definitely looking at her. Not that she could blame them, she was after all a mess not only her clothes but her bunned up hair too. But this class was important, since someone in their store needed to be certified other than her parents, who traveled so often. She quickly signed her name on the sign up seat and headed towards the first empty seat she could find. She gently pulled the chair out with a yawn and took a seat. As soon as she sat down she pulled her phone out of her apron, and made sure to turn it on vibrate. Since she didn't want to disrupt the class, but if the store had some sort of emergency she needed to be able to know about it quickly. "Phew," she breathed with a smile, "at least I made it." She said not really speaking to anyone in particular, as she waited for the instructor to begin.
Deme
Since somehow out of all his teammates he was voted to take the CPR class being hosted. He really didn't mind, but he did plan on seeing his friends this weekend. He sighed a bit as he walked into the room. If only his teammates hadn't done that whole motivation thing he might have been able to turn them down. Though they had those goofy smiles, team like hug, and thanks out of their mouths. They probably knew by now with him being captain, that somehow he could not say no to them when they were all happy and friendly. Plus they all seemed to have some fun plans, and heck it was just one class right. Plus maybe he could still see his friends afterwards.
Deme figured he might as well, after all it was only a quick class too. He looked around and saw all the other people who had already arrived and walked straight to the clipboard to sign in. After giving his john hancock, he looked around and took the first empty seat he could find closest to the door. He quickly pulled it out and had a seat. He then sat with his hands on the table waiting for the class to start. "I hope it starts soon," he whispered quietly under his breath placing his hands quietly on top of the table and twiddling with his fingers. [[Word Count - 608 words]]
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2017 12:38 am
Aiden HaleHands shoved in his jacket pockets with his headphones around his neck, Aiden casually walked walked down the hallway, following the directions towards the room with the artistically designed sign outside that read “CPR Class”. Inside, several people were already seated with two people standing, hovered over a side table scribbling the names down on a contact piece of paper. The nurse at the front seemed friendly enough by the way she greeted everyone kindly. With her instructions he did as asked with an acknowledging nod of his head and patiently stood behind the small line of people checking in. A few moments passed as Aiden rocked back on his heels with an amused half grin on his face before picking up the pen and signing his name. While CPR was a good skill to know he wasn’t here for himself, if anything Aiden had shown up because of his boyfriend, Alexandre. Locating the ashen blond was no difficult task, all he really had to do was look for the shortest person in their seat; thankfully his partner happened to have a spot next to him still available. “Glad to see you made it!” Aiden pulled the seat out from under the table and sat down. In a hushed tone he leaned over, “You do know I’m CPR certified already right? It is kind of a requirement in order to be a lifeguard.” Why he hadn't mentioned it before while they were eating dinner was kind of a mute point but Alex’s suggestion to get out of the house and take a class wasn’t something he was going to discourage. It was just that Aiden didn’t exactly think this would have been his initial suggestion. Anywho, no harm in taking it again right? -words 299
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2017 12:59 am
Alexandre, who had been scrolling through his phone, was surprised when he heard a familiar voice. Lifting his head he found it's owner and smiled up at the taller male. "I didn't know if you'd come." Fiddling with his phone he tucked it into a pocket on the fleece he wore, since it was a bit cool out today, and watched as Aiden sat himself down.
Tilting his head he sighed. "I forgot." Blowing air past his lips and at his loose bangs, in a poor attempt to move the long hair from his face, he reached up and brushed his hair back. Going a step further he reached to the back of his head and removed the hair tie he had there. Sweeping the left side of his bangs back, the side which had been falling into his face, he tied his hair up again so his long hair, minus the right side of his bangs, was held back and out of his face.
"You aren't due to recertify?" Asking that as he shifted and leaned his head onto the other's shoulder. "I should keep track of these things." That was spoken more for himself than Aiden but it didn't matter if the other heard. Since they lived together there were things he really should remember and keep track of, for no other reason than how domestic it seemed to do.
"I figured it best to get certified, I mean with all the danger of living in this city....and I might, and I mean might, be convinced to going to the ocean this summer and spending some time around...and maybe in...the water." He wasn't much for the ocean, or the beach even, as he tended to burn to the point of resembling a lobster that had just taken a hot water bath. But with Aiden being a lifeguard it might not be such a bad thing? At least he hoped. He could bring the dogs as well and let them swim around, especially Riley who enjoyed a good swim.word count: 343
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2017 1:02 am
Isaac Harrison - will make his journal later today. Clad in a grey under armour quarter zip sweater and a comfortable pair of jeans, Isaac walked into the CPR room just as Julie had turned her back to the door. Kind of bad timing on his part because he kind of hoped to surprise her by showing up. Fortunately, while he hadn’t been in the room at the time, he had still been within earshot range when she gave the young man with black hair and cat ear headphones around his neck instructions to sign in before taking a seat. Seeing as Julie seemed fairly busy with getting everything sorted before class began, Isaac chose to find an empty chair towards the middle of the classroom instead of being a distraction especially since she was here for work not to chit chat; that would undoubtedly come later if she has a few minutes of free time before going back on shift. If anything this was just an opportunity for him to support her and see her immersed in her element while not having to run down or check up on patients; a far more relaxed setting, or so he assumed.Nonetheless, Isaac leaned forward in his seat, elbows propped on the table and hands folded in front of him attentively. - words 211
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2017 1:38 am
Reserved for Aiden's reply to Alex - will fill in tomorrow-
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