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 Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 11:20 pm
The whole building was like a freaking maze. Oh, sure, let's be secret and build an secret base half underground so nobody will find it. And hey, while we're at it we'll make every hallway identical and every door the same bland eggshell. Oh yeah, he had chosen right, he just knew it.
These thoughts and more raced through Poe's mind as he practically power walked down identical hallway after identical hallway, glancing left and right to read signs. Floor 1, Infirmary, door number... number... Aw hell, he didn't know.
Was it even Infirmary? Or was it Clinic? He stopped, took a folded piece of paper from his pocket, studied it for a minute or two, and turned on his heel. Of course, he had passed it two hallways ago. Backtracking was the easy part, though, and he found the inconspicuous door easily enough. He even almost grinned when he noticed the stenciled "Infirmary" written on the door. Wow, he really was blind after all.
Inside it was empty, but he found one door labelled Clinic, so he assumed he had found the right place. It was just as empty inside, but there were no other doors so he assumed this was where he'd be... shrunk was the only term he could think of.
So he waited in the small room, all sterility and cleanliness, leaning back in a crappy ten dollar folding chair and hummed a tune, the sound hollow through his wooden mask. Today would be a great day, he knew it.
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 11:28 pm
What was really all kinds of seriously, awesomely, intensely not cool was being late for duty. But it was just so easy to sleep in until all hours and miss the beginning of her shift... The higher-ups all had sticks stored somewhere unpleasant, Arcadie was sure of it.
A blind panic erupted and subsided on the medic's arrival at her post as she came to realize that there was someone waiting there. Well, damnation. That was the exact reason she was suppose to be on time. She chased away lingering discomforts and approached the oddly masked man with her usual sunshine smile, "Hi there! Have you been waiting long? Or rather, do you plan to tell anyone in a white uniform exactly how long you've been waiting?" Because the sedatives weren't terribly far away if he was.
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 11:36 pm
This stranger's entry was practically enough to make Poe tumble from his chair, but he righted himself well enough and looked up at her. "You, uh... huh?" he asked, not sure what she was blathering on about.
Sure, she was the only person he had seen so far, but she didn't look like a shrink or anything. She was... a girl. A cute little girl didn't meet his expectations, but maybe Team Rocket was hurting for quality head doctors?
"Are you, uh... you know?" He certainly wasn't going to come out and say 'Are you the psychologist?' It was so... scandalous. Besides, she had to know he was pretty crazy to begin with; how many Trainees wore masks and covered every square inch of skin they could fin?
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 11:45 pm
Arcadie tilted her head to a side patiently, though the response that came wasn't one that she would have expected. Was she what? She placed a hand on her hip, wearing a sly expression. "Oh, I know," she replied. "The question is: Do you know?" One vague question for another, right? And this was before the matter of the sketchy mask even came up. What a weird guy.
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 11:59 pm
... This one was definitely a shrink, all right. And she was apparently a good one because he had no idea what she was talking about. "Okaaaay," he said, flopping back into his chair with a sigh, "So what? You gonna ask me a lot of questions now, make sure my think tank's not running on empty?"
He wasn't honestly sure what to say. A couple days ago he had just been informed that due to his 'recent injury' he would need a thorough 'psychiatric evaluation' or some such nonsense. So here he was, talking to this girl who, he was beginning to think, was crazier than he'd ever be.
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 12:07 am
She shrugged deeply, "I dunno, I guess I could do that. I mean, there's the one question right off the bat, with that mask business, but I'm guessing the fact that you're wearing the mask in the first place probably means the reason isn't something you don't wanna talk about, so probably best to start somewhere else?" Holy run-on sentences, Gligarman! Not that she really knew why she was suddenly expected to ask questions, but the patient was always right and it sure beat changing bandages and sterilizing equipment.
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 12:13 am
"I, uh..." She really was... talkative. But he guessed that was her job, so he might as well answer whatever she bothered to ask.
"Yeah, I guess the mask thing is a bit of a long story..." he managed to get out eventually. "But if not there, then where do we start, huh, Miss... Oh, yeah, I guess maybe names?"
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2012 4:53 pm
She snapped her fingers, pointing her index finger at the man, "You, sir, are a smart fellow! My name's Arcadie. Last name Bessette but I am sick of being called that." All those stuck-up agents and elites that insisted on using her last name to tell her what a bad job she was doing... Ooh, they just drove her crazy! "Oh, and how many questions exactly are you looking to be asked? I mean, should I get a chair?"
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