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 Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2014 6:12 am
Cee spent that fifteen minutes changing. She didn't care to close the curtain or hide it. The Lifer who'd been shooting accusatory glares was now shifting uncomfortably and staring as she dug in her bag for clothing, back of her hospital gown falling open. She stripped right there, hearing something shift and fall from that corner of the room, and turning her head to see the tech fumbling with something on the table top. Cee resumed dressing and by the time Finn came back she was in leggings and loose top, sitting on the dge of the bed and fussing with her makeup.
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Posted: Thu Sep 25, 2014 7:35 pm
Unfortunately Finn completely missed the little show that Cee had put on while she was changing into her clothes. When he came back, however, he did notice the tech's face looked decidedly more red than it had been before, and was now determinedly staring down at something at the table, refusing to look up. Finn rose eyebrows at that but made no comment as he stepped into Cee's little infirmary cubicle. "Sign these." He thrust the papers out towards her, a pen clipped to their top. "Jesus, how many ******** layers of that s**t do you have on your face?" He couldn't help but ask, finally noticing what she was doing.
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2014 6:30 am
Cee slapped the paper down and signed with a professional level of cursive writing. Catholic-school level writing genius. "Take the number of layers of emotional baggage you got then multiply that by ******** FABULOUS." This was real math. "Are we done?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2014 6:53 pm
Finn had to fight not to roll his eye. Emotional baggage? Really? He was sure she was really one to talk. Everybody, everybody, had their ******** baggage, and he was sure whatever hers was, it would have been heavy enough to sink The Titanic, had an iceberg not done the work instead. He scooped up the form when she was finished with it, making a mental note to drop it into her file before he left for the day. At first, it appeared like he was just going to turn and leave, already prepared to ignore her until the next time they happened to cross paths, but for whatever reason, he stopped, and quirked an eyebrow at her. "I don't know darling. Are we?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2014 7:03 pm
Cee's eye brows lifted and she looked amused for a moment. Where she came from, an answer like that almost always proceeded a throw down fist fight. She didn't generally rely on cutting sarcasm to solve her problems. She also didn't care that she was in an infirmary and he was a much larger man. "Are you tryin'a fight me in'is hospital room?" Her head tilted.
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2014 7:34 pm
Finn actually laughed at that. "If I wanted to hit a girl, I'd wait until....." He started, than seemed to realize who he was talking to, and cut himself off short. "Never mind." He shook his head, still smirking. "I meant, however, that there was still that matter of a private checkup? I really think I should stop by sometime, see how everything is healing up, make sure it all looks...." His eye flicked over her body, then back to her face. "Intact."
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2014 8:29 pm
"Ooooh.." Cee tapped her rouged lips and picked up her bag. It was slow because of the tightness in her body but she managed just fine. "Ya know I think I got a date tanight.." She got her best sashay on and breezed past Finn. "I'll give ya a call if we find anythin abnormal. Thanks babe!" She blew a kiss on her way to the door.
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2014 8:38 pm
Ah well, he hadn't really expected her to say yes anyways. In fact, he'd actually been counting on it. Lately, it seemed, he just wasn't feeling it. Was going through the motions of trying to get it without even wanting it, and doing a poor job of it at that, as in this instance, it was almost like a complete afterthought. When Cee sauntered on past him, he only shook his head and smiled, "You have a good night than, Cee." . If it phased him in anyway, it didn't show. He made his way to the desk where the files were all kept and logged, and shoved her paperwork inside, before checking the time on the clock. Shift done. Excellent. He wondered what Ripley was up to as he made his way out.
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