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 Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2005 5:14 pm
Emerwyn sat down tentatively on the doctor's bed. She looked nervously at the tools he was setting down. She felt a little better when they looked very normal... Still, she kept alert, ready to notice anything strange he might do.
She wondered what kind of questions he'd ask... she wasn't sure how much she was ready to say.
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2005 5:39 pm
Moreau began to go over the basics. Asking her to cough, taking her temperature, Blood pressure, everything you'd expect a doctor to check. After a bit he finished his diagnosis.
Moreau glared at her, "I'm going to give you a cough supressent... but... physically there is nothing wrong with you. It could be something like flim build up in your throat. But I'm more guessing it's completely psychosematic."
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2005 5:46 pm
Well, it wasn't my idea to come here, I can assure you...
Emerwyn thought about what he said.
"Pshycosematic?! I was coughing up blood!" She couldn't hold back. Holding up her hand, which still had dried blood on it, she continued. "Does this look like a figment of my imagination?!" The yelling, which was more of an angry speaking voice, was too much for her. She lapsed into another fit of coughing.
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2005 5:52 pm
"Perhaps it's stress, but I think that your doing it to yourself." Moreau didn't even looked phased by her yellling.
Moreau walked up to a cabnet and pulled out a bottle of cough syrup. "This is perscription strength, it might make you feel a little funny but it should take care of the cough till you work this through."
Moreau handed her the bottle, "goodbye Ms. Achenson."
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2005 5:59 pm
Emerwyn was about to blow again, but knew it would do no good. She exhaled.
After all, could she have expected him to act any differently?
She took the bottle, once again with hesitation. She looked at it curiously.
She was still inspecting the bottle when Moreau motioned for her to leave.
Anger swelled up in her again. She never could stand rude people, she always avoided them at the bookstore. And this man was more than rude...
She swallowed it again, sighed, and started off toward the door.
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2005 2:39 pm
Colche hummed ehr little song as she walked along, their journey had taken them quite close to the cafeteria and she paused for a moment letting the scent of the food drift to her nose. She looked at Awen pleadingly, then rememberd what she had said. It felt a little strange for her to be told no and she almost just went in to the cafeteria at that point til an old memory jolted ehr back in to silence and she glanced at awen worriedly fearing reprimand if she dissobayed. Leaving the cafeteria behind she led Awen to her duplex, pushing the door open she wandered in searching for her pinky scrubs which she had scatterd some place. She found them easily enough and slipped in to them quickly, she was master of the scrubs now! Finally, she searched for her rabbit, finding the little bundle seated happily by the dresser she scooped up the fluffy bundle and potters out back to Awen "bunny food" she smiles lightly heading back towards the cafeteria to fill her rumbly tum.
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2005 2:47 pm
Awen smiled softly. Glad to be away from the sounds smell and sight of the oceans waves she walked into the cafe with Colche. She was relieved not to have met anyone along the way. That would have just been disasterous....
Entering the nice air conditioned cafe, Awen's stomach growled at her. She headed for the counter looking at what was there that day. She wondered what she felt like eating and ended up just grabbing whatever fish was on the menu that day.
Usually Awen hated fish but she seemed to hunger for it lately. She smiled and went to grab her and Colche a seat.
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2005 2:52 pm
Colche smiled lightly, picking up a bowl, she happily just piled it with everything and anything she could get ehr hands on. The dinner lady didn't seem to be there, so she deposited ehr bowl and went back for a big plate of greens which she sat next to her own bowl. Recently colche had taken to feeding the rabbit first but her stomach rumbled up a storm so she shoveld down a big peiceof chocolate cake before offering the rabbit a peice of red cabbage.
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2005 2:56 pm
Awen smiled at Colche and dug into her own meal. She inhailed the smell and relished the flavour. She couldn't understand why she liked this fish so much. Maybe it was how it was prepared here on the island, or a sort of fish they catch around here Awen had never tried before?
She smiled softly at the little bunny across the table. Cute little thing, it seemed colhce decided to keep it after all. "Does the bunny have a name?" She asked inbetween mouthfulls.
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2005 3:01 pm
"Bunny" colche smiles and nods, the bunny had been dubbed bunny, just because it was what everyone else seemd to call the little fluff ball. She gave a yawn and balancing the plate and the bowl in one arma nd holding her bunny with the other she stood "Colche sleep, seventeen" she gave another wide yawn and shuffled from the canteen, heading once again for her duplex and for a cat nap.
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2005 3:07 pm
Awen blinked a little bit. That girl sure just ran out of energy pretty fast. She waved a little. "Sleep well Colche!" She smiled and just turned back to her own meal.
She beamed proudly now that she had successfully manage to stay at the beach for awhile at least. She had even almsot touched the water. She shuddered at that thought, she had almost touched the water! But she managed not to really run away...which was good.
Awen grinned softly to herself as she bussed her plate and trays. She was doing better. Maybe this island was helping her. Maybe the Doc wasn't such a bad person after all. Awen went and sat back down at her table and sighed softly. Could she really believe the Doctor wasn't a bad person?
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2005 3:33 pm
~New RP~
Ian ventured awayfrom his duplex for the first time in days. Surviving off of a store of leaves gathered from the bush outside his door. He felt oddly attracted to the taste of those leaves and hoped that they were not poisonous, but had they been he would be dead already - right? He was headed for the cafeteria, hoping he could get some apples, and perhaps a tomato or two. Even the thought of the delicious fruits made him salivate and he quickened his pace stopping occassionaly to grab a leaf from several bushes along the way.
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2005 3:40 pm
Wrapped up in her thoughts she didn't notice the guy with small antlers someing into the cafe. She was still arguing with herself debating between Lauren's view of the Doctor and everyone else's that she's met. She sighed softly and shook her head. It was really no good worrying if he was good or bad was it? They're all stuck there anyway.
Eventually she looked up and saw the man standing in the cafe. It took a moment to realise he must have been changed as well. Antlers, ears, fur. Yup... he was like the others. Awen had only met one other normal person yet and she was a little disappointed that she isn't meeting any other full humans...
She got up slowly and decided to introduce herself. "Hi" She said as she started towards him. "I haven't met you yet, have I? I'm Awen" She flashed him a big smile.
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2005 3:53 pm
Ian looked at the female who said 'hi' to him. He swallowed his last leaf and gave a small smirk at her smile. "Hello. No we haven't met, I haven't gotten out of my duplex much in the past week or so. I'm Ian." He held out one of his hands/hooves, hoping she wouldn't be too appalled to take it."
Ian stored away the information he had gathered about her already. She had evidently already met other changed residents of the island, else she shouldn't ahve reacted so easily to his antlers. She was new, probably arrived in the week he had become a near recluse, and was an optimist. Her hair was blue, dyed, and there were no roots also showing that she couldn't ahve been here long unless Moreau supplied hair dye. How long would her optimism last?, he wondered, giving a mental sigh hoping she could always be cheerful-ish.
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