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 Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2008 3:48 pm
The rambunctious toddlers that were now the 'MM's' of the science doctor evil genius his grand feared Veist were bouncing off the walls. Or, in this case, around in their fathers arms, each struggling to be free of his unfaltering grip while simultaneously wailing their little precious heads off. Already showing signs of their own personal styles, Midas' curly black hair was loose and grown out as long as it could be since birth and her loose, yet eerily gothic sundress made her a precious albeit slightly creepy little girl, while her matching faced sister Midan had her hair (although she' couldn't yet convince her dad to have it cut) up in a ponytail, and her ragged shorts and ripped tshirt in matching dark colours to her sister made her appear more... more like a little boy.
She'd later explain away the baby pictures with high indignance at the assumption she was a tomboy, but that's another story.
The blond dark skinned purple eyed father walked in to the clinic, a large, heavy sigh as the smell of the place assaulted his senses again. Here again, he thought with great dismay, looking around the office. He'd done his best to make sure this appointment was with anyone BUT Ronchas, simply because he didn't want to murder in front of his daughters. "Tumes." He stated blankly to the secretary, not bothering with anything else, expecting to be completely ignored. That was fine; his wailing daughters (who were, in case anyone is wondering, still at it) usually got on anyone's nerves in under two minutes at best.
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2008 4:04 pm
Selma was having none of it. As soon as Veist walked in with the little monsters and Veist announced himself, she actually bothered to do her job. Not because she particularly cared about her job for some odd reason, but because the brats' wails were much too loud for her to hear the soap opera she was watchign online, even with those expensive so-called sound proof head phones on.
It was probably a record time for any DT Clinic patient to actually see a doctor. "Just go in the office," came the dour command before she was officially ignoring Veist once more.
But even as she spoke, the doctor (deffinately not Ronchas unless he had undergone some severe cosmetic surgery) emerged from the office. Bearing a staff ID on his lab coat which referred to him as Noah Bowen, he peered curiously over at the MMs screaming.
"Mr. Tumes? I'll see you now." he stepped back into the office, dreading the upcoming experiance, and left the door open. Thank god it was just a basic check up. It would be over soon.
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2008 4:23 pm
A devilish smirk of approval crossed Veist's lips at both Selma and then the lack-of Ronchas. He examined Noah for a minute, openly letting his eyes fall down and up the man before a slight snort emitted from the blond as he walked into the office. The behavior in her father calmed Midas down some, if only to see what was going on, but Midan couldn't care less. She was red in the face, tugging helplessly on her father's leather jacket, and swinging her upper body back and forth violently. Despite the tears in Midas eyes adn whimpering to the tune of her sister, she lit up a smile, and waved cutely at the doctor as they walked past.
"And who are you?" Veist asked, setting Midas down on the floor, using his now free opposite hand to gallantly muffle his second daughter.
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2008 7:24 pm
Veist was every bit as horrifying as Noah thought he would be, and his only impression was a picture of the man with the test tube the screaming children had come from. He self conciously straightened his tie after Veist "examined" him, in an attempt to not merely flail around. Noah's movements were awkward and jerky, though as Veist passed him with teh young girls, he offered a meek wave back to the smiling one. At least the children didn't appear to be evil. Slipping in the door after the blonde, Noah shut it quietly behind them.
After Midan was artfully quietted by her father he couldn't stall speaking with Veist any further. "Um. I'm the other doctor at the clinic, Doctor Noah Bowen. I'll just be giving them a check up today. And booster shots." He couldn't help but glance at Midan. He had a feeling that she was going to be the troublesome one.
"How about we start with..." Noah paused to glance down at the clipboard clutched to his chest, "Midan. Um. Just place her down on the table, if you don't mind." Considering what Ronchas had mentioned about veist (chuckling, of course) Noah had decided that being polite would be a much better course of action than Ronchas' usual behavior. Luckily the young man was practically Ronchas' polar opposite, so he figured that if veist disliked Ronchas enough to specify that he didn't see him, Noah was relatively safe. If not Ryan ought to be nearby. That's was security personnel was for after all.
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2008 7:39 pm
Veist's left eyebrow arched quickly. "If you say so. Though Midan usually prefers to watch her sister pit at new comers before attacking herself." He was entirely serious, but had a determination about him as he set his daughter down that said if Noah tried to change his mind he would simply not approve. Midan started wailing again the second she could, but with the new cold thing she was sitting on and her seeming to be the focus of attention, her wailing wound down in a comical zip until she was merely glaring hatefully at Noah with a very 'don't you dare think about it' gaze in her purple eyes.
Midas, from her position on the floor, hopped a little and pouted at the lack of attention. She was soon lifted up by her father to watch what was going on, and passed her sister a glance before she, too, began staring at Noah. Though she generally appeared much sweeter than Midan, her unblinking stare was a tad unnerving too, one could guess it would be best not to... 'displease' her, as it were.
"So. These shots." Veist stared; three sets of purple eyes now placid on the doctor. "What exactly are they? Not typical toddler shots, or you wouldn't be so vague about them. It would be better for you if you were just straight with me, Doctor Bowen."
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2008 8:04 pm
Noah was becoming more and more sure that Veist was a crazy sadist. From the looks he was getting from the toddlers, he was somehow teaching them to be just as twisted as he was. Noah knew his luck with patients had been too good; He always got the nice couples who never gave him any problems. Wondering if this was some sort of horrible retribution for sneaking behind Ronchas' back and pulling some strings for the last couple he had dealt with. Maybe Ronchas had found out and was subjecting him to the Tumes to freak him out enough that he'd never even consider it again.
"The booster shots are immunizations, Mr. Tumes. I wasn't being vague, that's what booster shots are. I apologize if you weren't aware. Next time I'll be more specific," Noah was suprised with the slight tinge of sarcasm that had somehow worked its way into his statements. At the same time, he couldn't help feeling a bit irritated. Noah wasn't doing anything wrong. If Ronchas was messing with the shots, something which Veist had no evidence of or solid reason to believe, the young doctor had no idea about it.
More and more Noah had been taking over the appointments, while Ronchas spent more time in the lab. But that wasn't proof of anything. That was just because they had a few test tube children, and those were what seemed to interest Ronchas the most at the moment. Or that's what he had been led to believe anyways.
Pushing the thoughts aside, he opened a drawer in the cabinet nearby. Noah pulled two syringes out of it, and a sealed phial of liquid. Meticulously filling one of the needles, he approached Midan sitting on the table. Hesitantly, he questioned Veist, "Does she squirm?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2008 8:29 pm
Veist crossed his arms, an irritated look on his face. He glared at Noah silently for a moment before shifting his weight, "I hope for your sake that's true. If anything abnormal happens to them, well, you think of ways to finish that sentence."
At the question for his daughter, Veist couldn't help but snort again and threaten to laugh, "Are you kidding me?"
Midan caught sight of the needles. Very quickly, an astute, "NO!!" came from the girl while she struggled to stand up on the table. To keep her safe from falling, Veist sat Midas down next to Midan and kept an arm near them both.
"No shosh! NO! NO NO NO NO NO! NOOOO SHOSH!" Midan continued, pointing accusingly at Noah. "BAD! NO! NO NO! BAAAAAAD!"
"Bad!" Midas offered, looking at Noah, spying the needles as well. "Bad, no hurt siser!"
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2008 8:57 pm
Mentally reminding himself to have a word with Ronchas about the booster shots just in case, Noah tried to ignore the blatant threat as best as he could. Midan screaming at him really wasn't helping as much as he would've liked it to, though her high pitched little shrieks were starting to give him a massive head ache.
"Midan, it's just a shot. No one's going to hurt you," Noah assured gently. "If you're scared, just hold onto your dad's hand. Do you think he'd let me do this if it was going to hurt you?"
Even though Veist had laughed at him, Noah didn't think it was quite as funny. He'd seen a kid grab a needle when they were getting a shot and proceed to rip it down their arm, tearing through skin, muscles, and blood vessels. Now that would hurt quite a lot more than the minor pinch of a needle.
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