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 Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 8:24 pm
Marlena blinked down at the tentacle fumbling at her blouse. She smirked and planted her hands on her hips. "I'd be more impressed if you could actually manage to unbutton it, rather than just fiddle. Buttons take a good deal of dexterity to manipulate. But its good that you are improving on your ability to utilize them."
She added, "Are you in any sort of pain? I'm not entirely sure what sort of state your limbs are in, William. Is the bone structure entirely gone in your lower limbs?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 8:27 pm
He narrowed his eyes, having to look at what he was doing befor he finally managed to pop it free with a victorious grin, rewarded by a glimpse of bra. "Wha' was tha'?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 8:35 pm
Marlena snapped out a hand to catch the button. "Well done. I do hope they have a seamstress about somewhere. I don't sew." She moved back around the desk and opened another drawer, pulling out what appeared to be a pill bottle.
"I'm not entirely sure of the state of your pain management, William. This should work toward reducing pain by lowering the blood pressure, and it has a demerol derivative for the rest. Can I trust you not to abuse this?" In this case, she's being utterly honest about what the pills are. Demerol can cause hallucinations, and the blood pressure meds are present for the nightmares. "Also if there's anything that would make you more comfortable, I'll try to get it for you, If you wouldn't mind keeping track of your mental state for me, feelings, dreams, nightmares, to discuss later. I'd give you a journal, but I don't have any waterproof ones."
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 8:41 pm
"I aint much o' a writer anyway," He murmured distractedly, eyes now locked on the new bottle, "Pain killers? Tha' wha' tha' is? Me legs do ache somethin' feirce," He sat up at attention, "Sure tha's enough?" He didn't know what the fancy names were, but he knew what bottles from doctors were, generally.
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 8:46 pm
"Demerol is sometimes used for women in labor. If it works enough for them, It should be passable for you." She smiled. "I wont take up any more of your time tonight William. Especially as I need to go put on a more appropriate blouse." She knocked on the door, and the guards came in.
"Please escort Mr. Woodrow back to the lake, and do so POLITELY," she snapped. "I do not wish my patients to abhor coming to talk to me because you feel the need to batter them. It's counterproductive to my work."
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 8:50 pm
His crutches were handed back to him and he was eased up to his feet, distractedly peering at the bottle in his hand. Demerol. That sounded familiar. Good enough for him. "Then ye'll be callin' on me again? How many's bad t'take?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 8:52 pm
"No more than one a night, before bed is best. Too many can cause hallucinations and other rather more dangerous side effects."
Marlena gathered up her folders and proceeded out the door. "I'll be calling on you again in a while Mr. Woodrow. I have dozens of other patients I'll need to interview as well. It's all a bit overwhelming."
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Posted: Thu Jul 27, 2006 10:56 am
Marlena checked her chart in the hallway outside the interview room. Ambrose had been deposited there quite handily after his interference in a retrieval by Dr. Duvert, and as a prime candidate for conditioning on her project list from Moreau, it offered a perfect opportunity to begin studying the wolf man. She peered at a handheld monitor to see what he was doing within.
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Posted: Thu Jul 27, 2006 11:20 am
Ambrose, meanwhile, had only recently begun to awaken from the sleep command and was looking up groggily, rubbing the back of his neck where the shock had originated.
Where was he? Why had they knocked him out? He hadn't been interfering.... or at least he hadn't really intended on doing so! But... he couldn't just leave Amaya with how panicked she was....
His ears flattened against his head as he looked around the empty room to try to get his bearings. He was seated in a chair before a desk... that reminded him distinctly of inquiry rooms from a police station - at least that was his impression based on movies - never having actually been in one personally thank god.
At least he wasn't restrained. But... that still didn't answer why he was here! Why hadn't he just woken up back in Amaya's duplex... or his own! Did... this have something to do withi his final injection?
Everything about his posture conveyed his anxiety over the cameras, from his pinned back ears and slightly raised hackles, to his tucked tail and rigid posture.
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Posted: Thu Jul 27, 2006 11:26 am
Seeing Ambrose's posture, Marlena shrugged out of her labcoat, feeling it was best to go in looking less like a doctor to the wary wolfman. She handed it off to one of the guards in the hall, then putting on a quiet and falsely sincere (as much of a contradiction of terms that is) smile, she opened the door and strode in, heading to the desk. She looked down at her papers, patently ignoring the subject as she went.
It was a test of sorts, canines were pack animals, who responded to a pack leader, and lived by ritualistic methods of greeting, dominance, submission, and pecking orders. The pack leader was the one who all the other dogs followed, much like the cool kid in high school, who acted like he barely knew you existed. That made it all the more influential when he did acknowledge you.
She set the files down on the desk and sat in the chair, still looking over them, waiting.
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Posted: Thu Jul 27, 2006 11:37 am
Ambrose was not so much conscious of just how much the lupine genetics had manipuled his emotions and thought patterns on a daily basis. Perhaps it was that little to Ambrose's knoweldge, he was very much a prime canidate to integrate these instincts so thoroughly, having been primed to a highly organzied system of heirarchy from his upbringing and family structure. Perhaps the match of Ambrose with the wolf was not so much of a coincidence, but at test of harmonizing personalities of the serum versus some of the more contrasting ones with others.
Regardless, Ambrose's ears pricked curiously as the strange woman walked into the room with a strong feeling of authority. Ambrose was already nervous enough around staffmembers - this was only heightened by this confusing and frightening situation.
He whet his lips as she sat down without even regarding him, his voice catching in his throat as he tried to judge whether or not it would be appropriate to speak first. The questions swirling in his mind held back by the decorum she commanded.
After a few moments of the silent treatment, he finally raised his voice. "Ahm... I... must admit... I'm not exactly sure why I am here.."
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Posted: Thu Jul 27, 2006 11:40 am
At Ambrose's words, Marlena looked up sharply, her eyes a reprimand, as she stared at the lupine creature. She held his gaze, not flinching in hers, waiting simply for him to look away first before she would speak to him. It was another test of wills on this path Moreau had set for her. She had spent weeks now, intensively studying the behaviors of the animals who her assigned subjects serums had been derived from.
The woman was calm, but the air of authority around her was unwavering as she stared Ambrose down.
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Posted: Thu Jul 27, 2006 11:58 am
Ambrose's ears pinned back immediately at the stern look from the woman across from him and a frown tugged at his muzzle, unspoken irritation in his eyes. He was being held here and not even told why?
If they wanted to talk to him... why hadn't they sent Aubrey instead? He didn't know this woman, and he already wasn't liking her very much.
But Ambrose, even before his changes, always felt a deference to authority figures, a need to impress. It had taken him most of his life before he finally stood up to the ultimate authority figures in his life - his parents, and even now he had silent regrets - wondering how his life might have been different if he had just bent to their whims and followed the life they had set out for him. Might they have really known best? But Angelina's presence, even now in the face of everythign else that had been torn down around him, was enough to at least forestall the mental beating for that pivotal decision.
The labs now, however, were the ultimate in the authority on the island - like them or hate them. Their command and whims was what differentiated them from a fairly comfortable living despite it all... or the possibility that if they were to change their minds than they might be caged like the beasts they were becoming. Ambrose recognized this ultimate power, and knew better than to cross it.
So he shut up, the crossing of his arms the only sign of defiance, and sat back in the chair to wait for her to speak.
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Posted: Thu Jul 27, 2006 12:00 pm
The defiant posturing was noted by Dr. Frost, and she continued to maintain her lock on Ambrose's eyes. She stood, rounded the desk, and leaned against it, now looking down at him from above. Her posture was assertive, but not aggressive, her gaze unwavering, refusing to speak until he submitted by looking away.
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Posted: Thu Jul 27, 2006 12:04 pm
In the back of his mind, the lupine influence in him had already sized her up - but not based on physique or power, but the unspoken force behind her eyes... and her position in the labs made an automatic trump of Ambrose.
His mind was occupied with the irritation of the situation, concern for Amaya, and any number of unspoken questions to his own fate. He didn't even stop to analyze the shift of his eyes to the side and the small curl of his lip in a sign of unhappy deference, thinking he was only expressing his general irritation.
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