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 Posted: Thu Nov 15, 2007 5:56 pm
He found outside to be bland for him so he entered the building as he walked to his room. He entered and put his things down as he sat on his bed thinking if he was supposed to help the mess in the cafeteria. It seemed alot of them were there putting their efforts to the hardest test in which their skill would be put to the block. "They are pretty good" he said staring down"but are they good enough to save him?....If they are" he smiled"Then it means ill have some competition". He got up and began to walk out his room as he paced around the building. Alex was curious to what the rest of the place had in store for him. He also looked at the surroundings as he analyzed it carefully.
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2007 1:30 pm
Vanyel wasn't a doctor, but he was doing his best to save the man. "Wake up, damn you! If you don't stay awake you could die!" he said. Clapping his hands together he activated the circle in his automail arm and changed the prosthetic into a sharp blade. Using it he cut open the teacher's shirt to begin trying to remove the blood from his lungs. Vanyel transmuted the blade back into an arm and began pushing on the man's chest to clear his breathing.
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2007 6:01 pm
Strider quickly came up next to the alchemist with the transmuted vacuum and plopped down next to the pair. He could see the alchemist pushing on the man's chest, and the patient himself had slipped back into unconsciousness.
"Careful, he coughed it up earlier, which means the bleeding would be in his lungs, that could make it worse." Strider warned. "I got it," he indicated the vacuum.
He moved his hands under the bleeding man's head and torso to both give him a better chance of breathing, and give them an easier opening to insert the tube.
Outside, far down the road, the called help was quickly arriving.
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Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2007 10:35 pm
Tropious jurked painfuly back into conciosness as most the reamaning blood in his lungs came heaving out his mouth, in a waterfall of gore. The blood ran down the slope of his slightly suspended face, over his eyes and into his hair. He inhailed a strugled breath, and sat bolt upright.
He was going to stand up and tell those obviously traumatized kids that he was O.k., but the Healp arived too soon, it came as men in white coats with bags and masks and a little girl that ran behind them, the men used the newly transmuted vacume to evict the rest of the fluid from hes lungs, they then poored small viels of medicine down his throat, picked him up, and ran with him down the hall shouting things like "stat" and "right now".
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2007 7:12 pm
Strider immediately shot up from the teacher's bleeding body as soon as the officials took over. Oh boy, I think this is a bit more serious than a bit of internal bleeding. Strider mused as he saw the men expel the blood from the man's lungs.
"Where is the other bleeding patient?" One asked both him and the alchemist.
"False alarm," Strider said, and he glanced over to the girl. What was a little girl doing in here with medical officials?
And they shoved the medicine and picked up the body and put it onto the stretcher, Strider snapped to attention and turned to the person at the front desk.
"Hey, where are the files on this guy?"
The girl already had the file out and ready, though she didn't seem to look right at the fray. She had some experience with hospital protocol. Strider grabbed it and turned to see the team already out.
"Hey wait!" he exclaimed and dashed out after them.
He followed them out the front entrance to see them load him onto the ambulance. He handed over the file.
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2007 8:26 pm
After he handed the file over he turned back around just as the ambulance roared off to the hospital. He was silent as his footsteps echoed from the linoleum floor, and slowly made his way back to the office. He mused that it was a good thing he had spent his first two years in a hospital, otherwise he would have been traumatized at the sight.
He walked into the office to find it the exact way it had been when he left. He gave a wry smile.
"So, is the whole school year going to be as exciting as today?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2007 9:12 am
((Is this place still alive? Just wondering before I throw Cat back in XD;; ))
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2007 6:53 pm
The girl came back with all the medicine and looked around. "Uhm... He's gone..." She said stupidly.
[oh i give up. this place is deader then dead.]
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2007 8:06 pm
((Oh please don't quit! We can keep it alive! WE ARE STICKY NOW!)) Vanyel was slightly stunned as the other person had taken the man control so quickly. He had never had someone do that to him before. "I guess we should be off to class again." he said still in a dazed as he walked to his class, "New Alchemic Theory." which helped students working on their own projects to find ways around the roadblocks in their way. He quickly got to work transmuting some new supplies and growing plants that would be required later in his experiments.
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2007 10:31 pm
((Okay, yeesh, chill xD. And no offense Nikol, but you haven't exactly been working to keep this thread alive anyway.))
Strider blinked at the controlling man walking dazedly from his office. Man, the guy looked out of it. He shrugged and turned to the office secretary. "Can I get a key and room number?"
The woman simply handed him a card and envelope without looking at him. She looked a bit shaken. He decided to leave her be for now.
He decided he should go pick up his luggage before he noticed the girl from before, carrying the medicine and looking around stupidly. He frowned unsurely at her. Last he saw her, she had recovered from a post-traumatic event in ten seconds flat. He wasn't so sure about her, that wasn't normal behavior.
"The ambulance came." Strider informed her as he walked past. "I'm sure you can leave the medicines on the desk, the workers will put them back later."
Right now, he had to hurry, or he would miss his schedule and first lecture. He hurried down the hallway. He wondered briefly where Monkuta went. He kinda liked that guy.
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Posted: Tue Dec 25, 2007 10:06 am
((I'd like to join back in but I have nooo idea what's going on in the story at the moment D: Help?))
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Posted: Fri Dec 28, 2007 10:10 am
((Well if you just read back bit, a man just went to the hospital, and the other students sort of abandoned this so I don't know where they are. The Vanyel is trying to get to his first class... which Strider is now hurrying towards.))
After dropping off his things, the tall blond walked quickly across a corridor, holding nothing but a pen and notebook. He thought of the room number and followed the order.
Should be right... aha!
He smiled in self-satisfaction for his resourcefulness. He came into the classroom, surprised to see the head man there.
"Hello." He said aloud. "Am I late?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 12:34 pm
...Several hours later...
Tropious awoke in a daze. He must have been drugged pretty hevily, beacuse he's vision was blurry and he was having trouble foucusing,but from what he could tell he was in a hospital room. He stared at his i.v. long enough to read the word "Morphine", apon seeing this he pulled the tube out of his arm, then out of nowhere he heard a female voice ,Tropious turned to his left and saw a blond woman who he judged to be a secritary,she must have been watching him the whole time he was pased out. The woman said, "Ah, your awake, well then lets begin"
the only answer tropious could think of was,"Uhh... what?"
"The job interview of corse" replied the woman
"Why are you interviewing me?" said Tropious, still in a daze from the morphine
"Ya know I asked my self the same thing, I mean you're gona get the job anywhay, beacuse the dean knows you'll sew him blind if you dont get it."
"Why are you doing this?" said Tropious, not understanding a word she had said and then sat up
the woman looked at him strangly for a couple seconds then said, "You're right, if you're gona get the job anyway then theres no reason for me to be here" then she stood up and walked to the door, then just befor she left she looked back at him and said,"Oh, and you start teaching tomarow by the way"
Tropious wasent happy or stresed now, once the drugs wore off he would be, but for now he just went to sleep in a verry flabergasted state.
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 4:43 pm
Vanyel hit a dead end once more with his new catalyst. Though the plant was easy to grow, it was quick to die and was not very powerful. Writing down this new problem he glanced over the list of possibilities and found one that he had previously forgotten. Along with plants he had also written down several ideas for fertilizer for the thing, one of those ideas just happened to be the red water. He tried to shake off the idea of creating the poison just to use to water the plants, but it wasn't leaving. Maybe he was going about this all wrong, perhaps instead of trying to make the plant itself a catalyst, he should try to get the plant to spawn a catalyst instead. That would solve the problem of over using the new flower into extinction as well as dealing with constantly trying to regrow them quickly without wasting up its power. He began to jot down new ideas with renewed vigor as well as writing down a list of supplies that he would be needing for this new endeavor. Going along, he realized that most of the stuff he needed was not available for student use and that he would have to steal some. With a wicked grin on his face that everyone said was the same look his father always got, he gathered his materials and left the classroom. As he strode to his dorm room he began plotting his break-in of the restricted materials storage room.
((Sorry for once again ditching! I am back to stay this time!))
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