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 Posted: Wed Oct 09, 2013 3:35 pm
Sister Eleanor's room is very simple. She doesn't spend very much time in her room, instead opting to keep most of her books and things in the infirmary with her. Her bookshelves are filled instead with cloth and thread for her embroidery hobby. The fireplace has been filled in with soil, and a small tulip plant is beginning to blossom in it.
There is a bed and a dresser stocked with scrubs. She has a painting of a blue butterfly hanging over her bed. A small floor lamp illuminates her nighttime reading. Beneath her bed is a locked trunk of personal effects from Eleanor's history. Gauzy teal curtains waft in the breeze from the open window. Eleanor has a vase of cut flowers on her bedside table that she replaces every week with flowers from the grounds.
Visitors are always welcome as long as they knock first.
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Posted: Fri Oct 18, 2013 9:37 am
 We all make choices in life NurseSister Eleanor straightened her case, and clicked it shut. Maybe it wasn't technically necessary for her to have such a volume of weaponry at the Academy anymore, but it certainly wasn't a bad idea. After last year, she wasn't going to take any chances. She'd spent most of the summer at the school, renovating the medical wing with what she had gathered of donations from the other staff and a few student families. It looked better, and it functioned better, but would it be necessary? Hopefully not, but Eleanor was done taking chances. Pushing the case under her bed, she stood up and stretched. It was nice to be back, despite the looming threat of shutdown over their head. She hadn't seen the roster, and didn't know how many students they could expect. The Headmaster had been largely absent for the first time in recent memory, and her summer had passed in solitude. With a slight frown, she got up and dressed, pulling fresh white scrubs over her head. She opened the curtains and looked out at the grounds, counting the arriving students on one hand. At least they had students. That was a plus, right? She nodded to herself, brushing her hair back and putting on a simple headband. "We'll get through this," she said to no one in particular. "Just like we got through last year. We'll make it. It'll be fine." She couldn't afford to fear for her job, not while there was still work to be done. She folded her hands, took a deep breath, and left her dorm to head to the staff lounge. Maybe she'd find a little peace there. [Exit to Staff Lounge] But in the end, our choices make us.
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Posted: Tue Nov 12, 2013 7:10 pm
We all make choices in lifeNurseSister Eleanor reentered her room, locking the door behind her out of habit. She flipped through the clothes in her closet, hunting for something presentable. Mostly scrubs, a few gowns. She still had the dress she wore last year to the ball that Madame had bought for her. No WAY was she going to wear that to the banquet. She ended up pulling out a lacy blue dress that went all the way to the floor. Since it covered her feet, she didn't bother changing out of her white nurse's shoes, but grabbed a soft black pashmina and wrapped it around her shoulders. That done, she headed back out the door to go to the banquet. [Exit to Dining Hall] But in the end, our choices make us.
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Posted: Wed Nov 20, 2013 9:34 am
We all make choices in lifeNurseSister Eleanor reentered her room, brushing away tears and closing the door behind her. She flopped down onto her bed and screamed a high-pitched, painful scream into her pillow for a few seconds before calming down. What a disaster tonight had been! They might have lost their jobs! How on earth could she have been so irresponsible, so immature, so childish, so...! She turned over to stare at the ceiling. If the horror stories Madame had told her of past years were true, this was to be expected on the first night back. Students return, see old friends who were no longer friends, meet new acquaintances who quickly become friends, enemies, allies, assets. The Academy was a breeding ground for resentment and camaraderie, but the first night was when it tended to boil the highest. With a sigh, she stripped off her messy dress and threw it into the laundry bin before slipping into a pair of pajamas. Hopefully this would be the worst the year would bring. If this was the pinnacle of unfavorable for the year, Eleanor figured, the rest of the year would be cake. She clicked on the light by her bed and set up with an embroidery hoop and some thread to while away the rest of her energy. But in the end, our choices make us.
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Posted: Wed Nov 20, 2013 6:53 pm
 ► ► ► Robert Auditore ◄ ◄ ◄ ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆
Rob gave a quick knock and opened the door, eyes wide with alarm. "Eleanor, are you all right? You screamed and I got worried," he said in a rush. He glanced around and saw nothing disturbed. Eleanor herself looked unharmed. Perhaps there was no danger...
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Posted: Wed Nov 20, 2013 7:10 pm
We all make choices in lifeNurseSister Eleanor looked up, mortified as Sir Robert rushed into the room, looking panicked. She'd forgotten to lock the door. Moreover, she hadn't finished soundproofing her newly permanent room. It wasn't quite as private as she'd like... and now, with a half-dressed almost stranger in room! Oh, if Mother could see me now."I am SO sorry, sir," she said, tears still on her face and blushing a furious shade of red, awkwardly looking at anything she could that wasn't some exposed part of Rob's (admittedly quite attractive) chest. She surreptitiously checked the buttons on her gown to make sure she was adequately covered; everything seemed to be in order. "I, there's, no, I'm fine, please go back to bed, I'm so, so sorry I've disturbed you..."She trailed off, not sure what else to say. She got up and turned around to face her window, embarrassment radiating off of her reddening face as she fussed with her pillows and embroidery, waiting for Rob to leave. But in the end, our choices make us.
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Posted: Wed Nov 20, 2013 7:20 pm
► ► ► Robert Auditore ◄ ◄ ◄ ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆
Rob relaxed a bit and sighed. "No, forgive me, Eleanor. I am...stressed, as I'm sure you understand," he said, scrubbing a hand over his face. He looked up at the tomato red Sister and couldn't help but smile a bit at that. He'd forgotten he wasn't wearing a shirt, though he wasn't the most modest of people anyway when he didn't have to be. "Did you get all the potatoes out of your hair? It wanted to stay in my hair. So did that ketchup. Although, I think I have a new hair dye. Tell me, Eleanor, do you think it looks good?" he asked, ducking his head so that she could look at his hair.
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Posted: Wed Nov 20, 2013 7:30 pm
We all make choices in lifeNurseEleanor immediately put a hand up to her hair. Had she missed some? She'd been in a bit of a rush to clean up and head back to face Dubhan... As Rob went on, she realized he was joking with her. "Erm..." She turned back around, greeted with the top of Rob's head and bare shoulders. Shocked, Eleanor took an awkward step back, trying to gauge a proper response. The presence of a single, premature strand of silver on Rob's head invalidated anything she was thinking. She suppressed a smile, reached out, and plucked it neatly off his head with surgical precision. "You've missed a spot," she said quietly, still awkwardly avoiding anything that could be misconstrued as staring. But in the end, our choices make us.
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Posted: Wed Nov 20, 2013 7:37 pm
► ► ► Robert Auditore ◄ ◄ ◄ ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆
Rob chuckled a bit again as he felt Eleanor pluck something from his head. He nodded and straightened again, saying, "Thank you, kind angel, for getting that out for me." He gave her a warm smile and glanced up at her hair, smirking when he saw a bit of potato. "You missed a spot too," he said, reaching over to pluck the bit from her hair and then gently smooth it back down. "You're going to have to tell me what you put in your hair. It's quite soft."
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Posted: Wed Nov 20, 2013 7:40 pm
 Everything was still very raw to Izromos. Emotions. Actions. Things in this world were different from his own. And as he walked down the hall, looking to find the Sister's room, he wondered if it was all right to console a woman in this world. He knew that when a woman was upset and distraught, it was a man's job to make sure she had a handkerchief to cry into and a weapon to throw at whatever object she was mad at. It was fairly easy to find the room marked 'Sister Eleanor' even if Izromos's reading level was so low he at least knew how to read the word sister. When he got to her room he was about to knock until he saw the door open. "Ma'am...?" he asked as he poked his head in. And immediately regretted it. Noticing that their was a man in the room, to whom he still didn't have the formal chance of meeting with. Though, vaguely he remember a male named Robert who had not shown up for the staff meeting. Maybe this was him. He was shirtless and the Sister wasn't dressed all that much either. Embarrassment filled his face and he bowed to the two. "Excuse me, I did not mean to interrupt," he said as he turned on his heels and walked to his room, feeling embarrassed to walk up on a situation as such. He hadn't know that the two staff members were in such a relationship! And they were moving so fast for not being married. Such embarrassment made Izromos' pale green skin darken as he quickly made his way down the hall to his room. (Exit to Whatever dorm number he's in I can't remember for the life of me, woot!) Schedule
Day Shift
Night Shift
Lunch
Dinner AJKline Poor boy won't ever look at these two the same again.
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Posted: Wed Nov 20, 2013 7:49 pm
We all make choices in lifeNurseEleanor went furiously red again as Rob called her an angel and reached up to remove a piece of potato from her hair. So she had missed some! She tried not to flinch as he smoothed down her hair. Suddenly, the door opened again. Izromos entered the room and immediately... blushed? Is that what that was? The guard looked as uncomfortable as she felt. Eleanor's face was probably cooking whatever food was left in her hair at this point from sheer embarrassment. Why am I such a popular destination for men tonight?! Father, forgive me..."Izromos—" She got up to assure the poor man everything was well, only to slip on the piece of potato peel Rob had discarded from her hair. Eleanor slammed into the ground and let out another shriek, this one of pain as her head collided with her bedside table. She rolled onto her back, squeezing her eyes shut and holding back tears, clutching at her head. There was no blood or broken skin... but damn if that wouldn't turn into a helluva bruise. "Aaoooowww..." But in the end, our choices make us. CrzyAlterEgo Bahahaha, come baaaAAAaaaaAAAAAaack. Let's put the damsel in further distress.
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Posted: Wed Nov 20, 2013 10:32 pm
Just as Izromos had reached his door and was fiddling with the key to his room, he suddenly heard a scream. Or, at least, to him it sounded like a scream. With his ears everything was amplified to volumes humans could not stand. Pinpointing the location he realized it had come from the Sister's room. Worried and also scared at the same time, his feet naturally carried him racing down the hall against his better judgment. As he reached the door he quickly threw it open and looked around in worry for Eleanor. "Ma'am?" he asked as he couldn't find her; just an absent Robert standing close by. Daring to go farther into the room, he noticed the woman on the floor clutching her head. Quick as he could, Izromos knelt to the ground and gently moved her hand. Holding it absently in his own, he looked at the place in which she had hurt herself. "There is not any blood or broken skin. Just a bad bruise," he said softly. Then, realizing just how close he was to this female human who was barely clothed, his skin flushed a awkward shade of green. Coughing, he released her hand and moved to scoop her into his arms. Still blushing all the while, he lifted the both of them off the ground and gently set her into bed. "I shall find you a salve to put on the wound," he said softly as he let her go. Then, with a sudden change in mood, he turned on the shirtless man. "I do not understand you humans nor how you treat your women, but when a woman has fallen you help her. You carry her to a bed and you treat her wounds," pausing to collect himself, he then realized he was leaving much unsaid. "No, you never let a lady fall. ՇզծՑ! As a man you save her before she has the time to fall to the ground. Such a creature should be treated and cared to like royalty," he said in a scolding manner. Schedule
Day Shift
Night Shift
Lunch
Dinner Quote OOC: Formal Outfit ՇզծՑ (LE- v - rray - TOE) - An exclamation of disbelief. Basically he's saying 'Unbelievable!", "Absorb", or even "Rude".
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Posted: Wed Nov 20, 2013 10:51 pm
We all make choices in lifeNurseStars winking in front of her eyes, Sister Eleanor shook her head violently as she felt someone touch her. Her head hurt, she was tired, tears slid down her cheeks, and she was in NO mood for, for whatever this was turning into. "Abso—NO—get off!" she snapped, flailing awkwardly as Izromos picked her up and took her to her bed. Ugh! I'd better hit Staffordshire at the first opportunity and get a full-length dressing gown!She gently pressed on her bruise. Ow. OW ow ow. That would definitely need something if she was going to be cognizant in the morning, else she'd wake up feeling something similar to a hangover. Izromos was shouting at Robert, lecturing about how to treat and wait upon women... "N-NO," she barked, getting to her feet and leaning on her bedside table for balance. "Absolutely not, I can take care of myself! Out!"She cautiously stepped forward, testing her balance. It was fine, at least for now. Eleanor shoved Izromos and Robert out of the room by the smalls of their backs, throwing her weight behind each push and stumbling after them into the hall. She closed and locked the door behind them, continuing her tirade. "I, I don't care what you think chivalry is or what you normally do with women, but believe me when I say I am not just a woman," Eleanor said fiercely. "I have gotten this far, alone, and I do not need to be coddled like a child!"Eleanor crossed her arms stiffly, staring them down. She was significantly shorter than both of them, but size had never intimidated her before. With a small pop, Eleanor disappeared into a puff of purple smoke, off to her infirmary to fetch something to fix her bruise. [Exit to Infirm] But in the end, our choices make us. OoC: YOU BOYS ARE IN TROUBLE YOOOOOOOOOO
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Posted: Thu Nov 21, 2013 3:24 pm
► ► ► Robert Auditore ◄ ◄ ◄ ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆
Rob looked over as Izromos walked in the room and immediately within his hand. Well this looked downright scandalous. Rob was about to go after the security guard himself, but then Eleanor was moving. And then falling. Rob stooped to try and catch her, but he just wasn't fast enough. He knelt beside her to see if she was okay. Perhaps there's something in here to help her, he thought when he saw no blood. He stood and looked around. That's when Izromos appeared again and Rob swore internally. How ungentlemanly like he must appear right now! The security guard felt it his duty to scold him, only adding to Rob's sour mood. Something about how the man seemed to think Eleanor was made of glass irked him. The lady was a nurse and pretty damn tough on top of that! Eleanor didn't like it either. Rob stumbled a bit as he and Izromos were shoved out of the room. He couldn't even look her in the eye. When she left, Rob turned to Izromos and said, "Sister Eleanor and a capable woman. You weren't here last year, you didn't see exactly how strong she is, but I did. I knew she would be okay with a small bruise, but I was looking around for something to help with the pain. I know that my conduct earlier this evening was poor one, but do not for a moment think I treat women poorly. That is the lowest thing a person could possibly do, so do not lecture me on how to treat a lady. Not every lady is the same and many, such as Eleanor, do not want us men to treat them so gently. Good night to you, sir," he said with a stiff bow. He turned and walked back to his room.
[Exit to 306]
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