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High-functioning Marshmallow
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 Posted: Sat Dec 25, 2010 10:45 pm
It took twenty or so minutes before Mao came back, a tube of something in one hand, while the other held a piping hot cup of tea. Blue cohosh was a good enough herb in helping with the pain during pregnancy. It wasn't as effective or quick as an epidural or pain medication, but it did take the edge off.. or should. This was Mao's own recipe! Even if the cohosh was still the center of attention, with it's acidic, bittersweet flavor, there was something more.. coppery in there. The 'tea' was also textured oddly – it looked like.. sludge and probably went down as thick as that. Mao was covering his nose with one sleeve as he walked with it, disliking the pungent smell as much as the next person.
“Here,” He spoke in a muffled voice as he handed the cup over to Mei, his eyes on Kotone. The pair were a bit too far apart for his taste, but he wasn't going to ask. “this will help get rid of the pain and aid in a quick, easy delivery. Possibly.” He stepped back to let Mei do her work, but before he could finish that step a soft crunch. He raised a brow and glanced down to find his little lizard friend crumbled under his foot. The same lizard friend that Mei was supposed to force down Kotone's throat! He sent a harsh look to the secretary, “Did Ms. Tamaki take what I gave you, Mei?” He crossed his arms while drawling that out, stepping aside from the mess he had stepped onto.
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Posted: Mon Dec 27, 2010 9:56 pm
   Kotone had flopped over onto her side in pain, leaving her defenses wide open. Mei took the cup from Mao, not even bothering to look at the contents or even take note of the smell, and shuffled over to leave it on the examining table while Kotone was distracted. Once she had abandoned her responsibilities (it was Kotone's problem now!) she hurried back away from the table and shifted her weight onto the balls of her feet, in case she had to dodge a flying cup. She was actually pretty prepared to pull of some ninja move until Mao spoke up. Everything was moving in slow motion as she looked down and saw the crushed lizard. Well, that was a lie. But she was still panicking. What should she do? She should lie. Oh, that lizard? That's not her lizard. No, that's one of the many other dried lizards they have lying around the clinic. Yeah, he'd buy that... No, what was she saying? Of course he wouldn't! "Err... Ahh... Uhm..." she stumbled. "...There was kicking and..." she weakly attempted to explain. Once she could sit up again, Kotone picked up the cup and stared at it. She was supposed to drink that, too? What was wrong with this doctor? Shinju was stupid, moving them out to an island. They didn't have a say in the matter anymore. She was stuck with this guy, so maybe she should at least try.... Nope, she brought it a little bit closer and shivered. She couldn't do it. "You know," she spoke up, sitting up as well as she could. Better that she speak up now before the weird Chinese girl got killed. "I think I'll go. It's okay, really. I'll just go and have my baby in the back of the car. I hear a lot of people do that," she continued as she attempted to get down from the table. She ended up looking more like a turtle caught on its back, though.
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Fri Dec 31, 2010 4:04 am
..He honestly had nothing better to do than set up his examination rooms to scare the living daylights out of people. Hence why, when he opened the suitcase he had dragged in earlier, Newt, his faithful sphinx cat, slunk out to hiss at Mei before jumping up onto the counter to watch with those yellow eyes of his. Then came the stereo, which he hit play on immediately to fill the room with a certain melody. He turned around, pulling on latex gloves and fixing a surgical mask on. “You signed up for this, Kotone.. You can't just walk away.” It would have been the perfect time for him to cackle, probably, but Mao wasn't that sort of person, so, instead, he just went in to start delivering Kotone's baby!
~Time Skip~!
After force-feeding Kotone the 'tea', which consisted mostly of boiled turtle blood and dried owl livers, he shoved a dried rat tail to make up for the lizard down her throat followed by a set of cow eyeballs just because she had pissed him off. He would have done more, if the jar of various, floating jelly-bean like frog lungs beside the bed had anything to say about it, but then Kotone was ready to give birth.
So, the man had proceeded to do the regular techniques and it went on pretty smoothly from there. He wasn't sure how well his concoction for the pain had worked, but if Kotone's screams meant anything, it.. probably didn't. At all. But that could have been Newt being generally creepy on the shelf above her bed. The music had ended and Mao had handed the baby to Mei to deal with while he gathered up the afterbirth in probably the most disgusting thing he had ever done yet. ..Oh, well. He switched on the lights and spoke, “Congratulations, it's a boy.” He said in the most unenthusiastic way possible, “I'll need a name to register him under and his father's name.”
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Posted: Fri Dec 31, 2010 12:15 pm
Pretty much everyone was dead by the time Mao was done. Mei's allergies had acted up because of the cat (seriously, who brought a cat into a delivery room? Even if it was just an examination room. The contents were still the same.) and she had spent most of the time trying not to pass out. It was a little hard, what with the birth and the fact that her throat was starting to close up. Kotone had turned off the moment the lights went out. She covered her eyes with the backs of her arms and went to her happy place inside her head. Not that it helped. Frederick the unicorn was there, and he spent the entire time telling her how much of a whore she was and that she deserved this whole thing. Mei took the baby and looked him over hesitantly. He was gross! And crying! But she needed an excuse to get away from that cat, so she slipped out of the room to get him a blanket. Shinju let herself into the examination room at the sound of the baby crying, and now stood in the doorway, looking over everything skeptically. Ah, so there HAD been music. But why was there a cat? She hadn't gone to medical school, though, so she wasn't one to judge. She now looked over at Kotone, wondering why she hadn't answered Mao's questions. The girl looked like her brain had exploded, so she stepped in and took over. "We'll name him Peter," she said to Mao. There were plenty of reasons why Kotone liked that name (it was the name of the grandfather she liked, it reminded her of Peter Pan, etc etc) but Shinju liked it because Zach had rejected the idea. And that was enough for her~ "The father is Zachery Pineapple, but there is no way in hell that name is passing on. Peter Tamaki," she reminded him of their last name, pointing the pipe she was holding at Mao. Yes, she had a pipe. She may have been on edge for a good three seasons, but she still had a sense of a humor. A lame sense of humor, but a sense of humor nonetheless.
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Sat Jan 01, 2011 10:08 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 01, 2011 10:28 pm
"What?" Kotone broke out of her coma to stare at Mao. "He did?" she asked in a high voice before turning onto to her side and letting out a dry sob into her hands. Under any other circumstances, she would have been sad for about five minutes before moving on, but her body was a mess. She was actually more angry than anything. That stupid Zach! All of this talk about being involved, and then he had to go and get himself killed! She knew he hadn't meant it. Shinju glared at Mao for a brief moment. "What's wrong with you?" she questioned. How insensitive could he be? She was going to wait until Kotone brought it up. Then she would have had a few more weeks to think of a good reply. Ehh, whatever. She'd feel better after a nap. She wasn't really crying anyway. Mei returned to the room shortly. The baby was all nice and clean and wrapped in a blanket. Thank god. He was a lot cuter after a bath. "Urm, hello," she said hesitantly to Shinju, who still looked pissed off. Her voice was tight, as her throat began to close up again. "He stopped crying," she announced somewhat victoriously.
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2011 3:12 am
He shrugged to her victory and pointed to Kotone, “I would give it to her for feeding.” He instructed, his eyes directing his next speech to Shinju, “Considering her age, she will be staying for two days with the infant for observation. You can pick her up whenever, I don't care, but she will be out of here in two days.” If that meant setting a newborn and a mother out on the street corner, he would do it! Now, before he could go, he had to switch back to looking at his 'nurse'. “Before we can discharge her, I would like you to make sure she knows what she is doing. I don't think dead babies would male anyone happy.” ..This was only true to Mao because of his lack of social awareness. Otherwise, he would probably have just told Mei to play checkers with him in the back while Kotone finished mourning. “Shinju, if you would accompany me to the backroom..” He motioned for the blond to follow before leaving the room. ..Well, just because it wasn't Mei who was going to play checkers with him didn't mean he wasn't going to get someone to do it! It would be fun to beat a Japanese woman at it more than a slow Chinese girl.
((And now you can.. end day and such. xD))
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Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2011 4:31 pm
Mei stared at the baby, then back at Kotone, then back at the baby, and so on. After a silent mental conversation, she walked over to place the baby on Kotone's lap, which caused her to stop her fake crying. It was a win-win! It was now Kotone's turn to stare at the baby helplessly. Shinju rolled her eyes. Once she was done with Mao, she'd help Kotone out. She had geeked out on multiple pregnancy websites, so she knew plenty of things. And now that the gross part was over, she could be more involved. "Yes?" she answered Mao and followed him to what would be the longest afternoon of her life. -end day, crap post, la la la-
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Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2011 7:18 pm
/New Day/Few hours after midnight of New Year's Eve x████████x x████████x Bela was, thankfully, not given any papers to fill; she wouldn't know even less than half of the answers to the questions! Of course, she had arrived a little later, stopping by the Inn to leave Connor the note between the door and the door jamb to their room, plus to get herself a jacket from her own. Who knew if Connor would even come tonight, anyway? Walter and Pip had managed to hold off some of the blood, and had brought him to the Clinic, while Bela dealt with the note.
Once she arrived, she had relieved them of duty; much to their chagrin. Both were quite in the know of how Bela was when she got pissed. And an emotional/hormonal pissed off Bela was even worse. She was awaiting Connor to come, hopefully, before the doctor started to ask questions she didn't know. Knowing Keith's little fake name, she wrote him up as such. Leroy Hunt.
She hadn't spoke to the Doctor yet, since it was Pip and Walter that brought him in. However, if it came down to it, she could just lie her butt off. The fact that her face showed obvious signs of crying, would make whatever she said that much more believable. Women doctors were usually empathetic, while male doctors would believe anything a crying woman said.
Bela looked anxiously at the clock, tapping her foot impatiently. God, what was taking Connor so long!? She had put on her jacket and was holding her arms around herself, just to keep herself from breaking down and crying again. Feeling like she was responsible for this was the worst thing imaginable. She was now paying for her earlier spiteful comments toward him. Right now, she was just waiting for either the Doctor or Connor to show up.  x████████xBELA JAMES x████████x THE MISGUIDED HEART
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2011 1:03 am
~~~
Conor came in shortly after Mao avoided Bela, having gotten that note from the ice b***h herself. Something about Keith being.. in.. uh, the clinic. Yeah. It wasn't really much of a worry for him, mostly because he was used to Keith getting into s**t like this. He probably cut himself, b***h freaked out, and then threw him at the clinic. Yeah, Bela was probably bawling her eyes out and mussing up all that pretty make up. He grinned to himself, spotting what appeared to be just that in the waiting room to a lesser degree than imagined. But, disappointments meant nothing when Conor was as happy as he was then. ********, he made out with Blaire! He should be feeling guilty, yeah, but.. it only happened a few hours ago and he was still reliving that. He didn't think she would ever let him get that far without drugs, alcohol, or an inconvenient coma to help him!
He was feeling pretty good about himself while he headed up to the blond bimbo and smiled his usual smirk, “So, where's ******** Keith? Stitched up yet?”
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2011 2:57 pm
x████████xx████████xBela had noticed Mao earlier, but since he made no indication to come speak to her, she imagined he wasn't yet done...? Or... something? What did she know? She sighed heavily as he left, leaning back into the chair she had taken. Closing her eyes for a moment, and just trying to relax.
After she heard some faint footsteps, she peered open one eye to see Connie coming toward her. Thank god, at least she wouldn't be alone in this! But she pretended to not notice him, and closed her eyes again. Also pretending she didn't hear his first comments. Was she scared? Hell yes, she was! And... why was he laughing in her face? She had done whatever a normal human being would do, and he was throwing that back in her face. Once he actually finished speaking, she opened her eyes and stood up to her full height.
"Connie, shut up." Bela said, her baby blues glaring at him. "Right now, I'm way past pissed off. So I suggest you close that potty little mouth of yours and listen." Bela poured as much venom into her tone as possible, even though her voice was pretty raw.
"Keith's in the back, getting treated for cutting and stabbing himself, REPEATEDLY, mind you, in the dressing room at the club. He's lost a lot of blood." Bela explained, turning her head to look back where Mao disappeared to. After a beat, she turned back to look at the brat before her. "But, with how little interest you show for his wellbeing, I might as well not have notified you at all." Bela said with a scoff, disgust for the young man rolling off of her in waves in his direction.
"Where the ******** were you, anyway?" Bela asked, "You know, while your best and maybe only friend was bleeding himself out to death?" Bela inquired, taking a step toward him. "Cozying up to a floozy or something?" Bela guessed, looking at him with contempt.
Before he could answer, she reared her hand back and slapped him. Hard, maybe even harder than she had Keith that time. Pouring all the anger and frustration she had bottled up this evening. "Best friends don't do s**t like that. And pieces of crap, like you, definitely don't deserve any."
And to put the icing on the cake, she grabbed him by the chin and forced him to look at her. "And you know the last thing he said before he passed out from blood loss? He thought I was you. YOU!" Bela raised her voice at him, like an angry mother would scold a bad child. "Hah, to think he was that delusional... you disgust me." Bela had scoffed at first, but then glared at him after her pause and let him go. She never dropped her glare. And knowing Connor, she knew full well he could just plain outright attack her. But, honestly, she didn't care. x████████xBELA JAMES x████████xTHE MISGUIDED HEART
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2011 11:18 pm
He opened his mouth to say something to her, raised a hand to sock her in the mouth because he wasn't against hitting a ******** b***h – but then she slapped him. She ******** slapped him. Conor hadn't been slapped before, not without having the chick torn apart by Keith and.. well, mostly Keith, but Conor did do something! Like ******** stand in the side lines and make hilarious comments on how epic it was watching a chick freak out. ..It was safe to say Conor didn't know how the ******** to respond. He only stood there, staring at her and expecting Keith to suddenly stand up, dart out, and attack Bela for what she had just done. No matter how 'okay' the two were, Conor definitely trumped Bela on the list of who was more wanted. But, standing there, waiting for what seemed forever, didn't do s**t. Bela just kept running her mouth and grabbing him, forcing him to keep his eyes on her instead of down the hall where he was expecting Keith to come in. This didn't look good. ********, it looked like s**t. No, he wasn't talking about Bela's face, either. He was referring to how Keith was missing his cue like that. The assurance in his mind told him that, hell, Keith didn't have any clue on what had happened. He didn't know Bela was here because he thought Conor – Oh.
“Stop.” He snapped at Bela, his shoulders lifting in some primal reaction, trying to make himself seem bigger than Bela. Even if he already was bigger than her, but, ********, the height didn't matter just then. She sounded bigger and certainly felt like it. “Stop being such a ******** drama queen – Keith's at the clinic, yeah? He's ******** fine.” Of course he would be! The doctor had just left and stared at them before going into some other room. Conor took Mao wanting to avoid getting involved with some sort of security of Keith's safety, not that he was doubting anything. “He does this s**t all the time and if he fell asleep during it, then, ********, what the hell is the difference from when he's awake and bleeding an' sleeping while doing it? So what if I wasn't there? It's not like it would have made any goddamned difference!” Panic edged into his tone as he raised his voice and, to cover that, he gave a sharp shove to Bela to direct her out of the clinic, “Jesus, b***h, just go home. You've got no ******** right to be here and saying any ******** s**t to me.” He stared at her, quieting down, but still breathing just as heavy as he had been while shouting. He should have left into the exam room, but he wanted to see Bela leave first.
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2011 11:43 pm
x████████xx████████x"Don't touch me!" Bela snapped, when he started shoving her. But went willingly enough, he seemed pretty pissed. And the fact that he was screaming at her and pushing her out to leave, meant that he probably wasn't going to hit her. Or maybe he was pushing her out to beat her somewhere Mao couldn't see?!
Bela, however, turned on Connor once again. "Excuse me?" Bela asked, insulted. "I have no right to be here and saying anything to you?" she asked rhetorically, not wanting to hear an answer. "Have you been listening to anything I've been saying?! If no one has a right to be here or say anything, it's YOU, Jennifer." Bela accused, "Because if it weren't for me, you could probably go days without knowing where the ******** your friend even was, so be a little more grateful, b***h!" she reminded him, poking him in the chest as hard as she could; doing it at least three times as she had been speaking.
"You know what, ******** this, I'm done!" Bela put her hands up in surrender, chuckling bitterly. "But one thing, before I leave. If there were any way for you to make this up to him, it's to go in there and tell him where you were, who you were with and what you were doing. Because, how does the saying go? 'Honesty is the best policy'...? Or some s**t like that?" Bela shrugged, not even caring anymore.
"I hope I never see your worthless mug. Ever. Again." Bela spat at him, her face looking serious. She turned her back on him after wards, making a dramatic sweep as she left. But before she was out of earshot, "Have fun paying the medical expenses, douchebag!" she reminded him, a huge smile on her face as she gave him a big wave and disappeared into the night. Going right back to her apartment.x████████xBELA JAMES x████████xTHE MISGUIDED HEART
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Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2011 1:07 am
He jumped back and looked down at the Chinese man, raising an eyebrow. “The ******** do you-”
“I can't believe you just spat on my floors, like a little pig.” Mao cut in, calmly irritated beyond belief as he point at the floor where the saliva sat as evidence to the upfront kid. The word 'pig' had Conor tense for a moment, but not because he found it insulting. Hell, Conor hanged out with a nun when he was little – he heard way worse insults than that. “Just think of all the scrubbing my secretary will have to do now.” Mao continued, even if part of him didn't really care at all with the work Mei had to do. In fact, he was going to be happy to watch Mei on her hands and knees for a few hours~ ..What? She was pretty! Who could blame him?!
“Listen, <******** off. I don't give a s**t what the ******** –” Conor started to say when Mao had set something else into the guys hands so he could get to the phone to call Mei. Something that made Conor still and forget everything for a total of twelve seconds. One severed horse hoof was now sitting in his hands, just before the boy threw the article across the hall as hard as he could while screaming, “HOLY ******** JESUS CHRIST GOD s**t, s**t!” Mao widened his eyes a fraction and stayed against the wall, where he had ducked when he saw Conor start to throw the hoof into the wall down the hall. There was a CRASH as it slammed right into a nice, framed painting of some Chinese characters that one would presume meant 'death'. ..For good luck, of course.
Mao glanced back at Conor, who's chest was heaving once more as he leaned against the wall opposing Mao. There was a short silence before the man sighed, “Well, I suppose if your friend gets lung cancer after this, don't look at me.” He concluded with a shrug and then went to the front desk to go call Mei in. Looks like she had a mess to clean up~! Conor only stared after him in horror before shakily swallowing. Uh, right, back onto things. His hesitance was well over with that outburst – now he just wanted to get into the examination room before the hoof came to life and tried to stomp him to death.
It was more than awkward once the teen was finally inside. There were several reasons for that. One, Conor was guilty as ******** over this. This was his fault for not being there, Bela was right, and he ******** hated to know the blond was right. He had been happy, practically on cloud nine earlier because of what he had done with Blaire, but now that he saw the result, he didn't like it. It scared the s**t out of him, more than any crummy horse hoof could. This friendship wasn't looking like just a friendship and, if the way Conor felt at that moment meant anything, it was just as it looked. There were several other thoughts on that tangent from Conor, but something else more sudden kept a much different topic at the forefront of his mind. Another reason to make the teen awkward. There were three leeches suctioning on Keith's forehead, as well as some kind of hairless, freaky-a** cat grooming on the guy's chest. A snake slithered up Keith's leg and not one of those garden-variety snakes – a big ******** who had no right to be there.
Conor didn't know s**t about medecine, so he couldn't criticize.. But, was that a ******** slug underneath Keith's nose? He raised both brows and muttered one confused, “Uh.”, unsure as to what the hell he was expected to do.
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2011 1:20 am
After about five minutes of being starred at by Conor, but not before Mao had came back to take the snake and his cat away, still leaving the leeches on the boy's forehead, Keith woke up. The first thing he noticed when waking up, was of course, Conor. This obviously wasn't their inn room and he didn't remember hooking up with anyone either. It was kind of all blury in his mind. He remeber taking Jan's drug, but other than that.. nothing. He did remember Conor showing up at the club though! Yeah, he was sure of it! He remembered blond hair looking at him at a certain point. "Dude... the ********? I feel Like s**t.... stupi Jan giving me crappy drugs.. urh.. what happened after you came to the club?" Yeah, he neeeded to know what s**t he was in, because he just knew that he was into some kind of trouble. Maybe he ******** a customer he wasn't suppose to ******** with?
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