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 Posted: Sun Mar 09, 2014 1:53 am
{Pic will go here when I find one.
This is the city's only hospital, so it is fully equipped with the latest technology and medicine for humans and magical creatures.}
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Posted: Sun Mar 09, 2014 3:18 am
Katrina Gailene Nave
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Located in the West Wing of the hospital was Katrina, her posture straight and attitude all business. Despite the fact that it was her lunch hour, she remained at her desk, her left hand moving across the page she had in front of her. Her cubicle was small, but the only thing that made it different from that of her coworker's were the potted plants that blocked her from view. Despite the fact that the shrubbery was meant to look inviting, Katrina used it as a sort of shield to stay disconnected from the others in her workplace. Each morning she wanted to make a change; it was always her goal to socialize but when she took her seat behind the plants, that idea was forgotten, and Katrina spoke only when the job required it. She would work through her lunches and other various breaks just as she did now, but eventually she knew the work day would be over and she will have wasted another opportunity to climb out of her comfort zone.
Now, she re-read her neatly scripted cursive, weeding out any missing commas or misspellings before setting the page atop a pile of other finished ones. Automatically, Katrina reached for another page to fill out, but there were no more, causing her to blink once before letting out a quiet sigh. Glancing up to a clock on the wall, she pushed back the chair, stretching her arms as she stood. Picking up the stack of completed papers, she carried them through her screen of plants to walk past several other cubicles before finally reaching her boss. There, she deposited the pile with a smile and received her next instructions: to assist in vaccinations for the rest of the afternoon. That would be simple enough, but it meant that Katrina would have to be outside of her small desk area, and that she would need to interact with patients for the next several hours...she could only hope none of them were feeling chatty.
{ooc: n/a}
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Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2014 5:36 pm
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Mifune
< The Traveling Swordsman > [ Being guided through the city, Mifune makes his stop at the Janhall Hospital. The locals that pointed directly towards the hospital were very nice, some were avoidable and some were direct. Walking up towards the door he waited looking around behind the glass. In his homeland, there wasn't much of windows or doors. I guess thinking back, he never had anything like this before. Slowly being cautious the door opened, peaking his head over to the left he started to walk in, he felt the cool breeze of the wind blowing shortly in his face as he entered the waiting room. "Hello?" as he answered softly. Having his blade on his left side he kept it there with a short tight grip. Anything was possible in a new place. "Hello? is there anyone here?" the pain on his left arm was starting to hurt, fighting battles began to take a toll on his grip. Their were signs of strain's, not to lethal or dangerous but it was enough for him to ask for help. Looking around and checking his surroundings he took a seat near the door. Still feeling a bit anxious he kept it to himself. ]
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Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2014 8:17 pm
  〠☾ The early hours of the afternoon had passed uneventfully. In fact, about half of the workforce had been sent home because it seemed like even less accidents were happening in their small town than was usual; not that Katrina minded. She truly hated seeing people hurt, but she hated the idea of not helping even less, thus her career choice. Leaning back in her chair, her gaze wandered up to clock, her expression portraying the boredom she felt. There wasn't a single piece of paperwork left for her to fill out and unfortunately, despite her prior wish, her coworkers continued to chat around her about purses and random food items...like potatoes and steak and...okay, so maybe she was feeling a little hungry on top it since she did skip lunch. Standing, she moved quietly out of the nurse's station and towards the nearest vending machine. Half the machine was half sold out, it was since the people in charge never saw the point in stocking more than was sold. Digging a handful of change out of the pocket in her scrubs, she leisurely picked out the quarters and pushed them into the machine. Just as calmly, she pressed the combination of letters and numbers that she needed to get a bag of chips. Just as the bag fell, the door of the hospital opened and in walked a complete stranger. Worse, he appeared to be injured. That was odd, the only people who spent enough time in Janhall to get hurt were those that lived here. Any strangers that stumbled in were usually just lost.
"Hi." Katrina said. She ignored the vending machine and her snack, immediately gaining a sense of confidence as she got down to the business of the matter on hand. However, the sight of his weapon caused her to pause, her expression shifting to a mixture of worry and anger. Does he know of the gem I wear? How could he? No one knows who has it...Sighing, she refrained from lowering the barrier of her mind, knowing that it was always a risk to read another person's mind. Kat set aside her paranoia about the gemstone and instead focused on the fact that a hurt man was standing in the hospital she worked at. Yet, despite the obvious signs of strain on him, she didn't spot any blood, so she refrained from touching him yet. It would be unwise to invade his personal space while he held a sword at his side. "Put that weapon down, or we won't help you here." Her voice was soft and smooth, but it held a hint of sternness to show that no chances were taken here.
{ooc: n/a}
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Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2014 10:00 pm
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Mifune
< The Traveling Swordsman > [ Sitting and trying to get comfortable he heard some footsteps moving towards his direction. Coming out from the corner of his eye, it was a young woman, probably around her 20's at least. "Hi, sorry to bug you at this time of day. But for some reason my left arm is hurting from to much stress. I wonder if it was possible to get a check up. I'm kinda new here, but some locals gave me directions." hearing about his weapon, he slowly respected her reason and started to unravel the sheathe from the belt of his waist, slowly placing it down beside him, he sat there. "Sorry about that, didn't mean to scare you. It's just something that is very important to me. So I don't usually put it down. But I have this feeling you mean good terms, so I'll trust you." For being someone who was to cautious because of the assassinations and battles going. The blade must seek those battles even on enemies terms. Mifune had to make sure his father and his dream would come true, to join the hall of fame in Fairwell, still some grudge was left over, but it passed do to his adventures on foot. ]
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Posted: Thu Mar 20, 2014 10:41 am
〠☾ Watching as the man sat, she narrowed her eyes with suspicion. Despite the uneasiness she felt, Katrina listened to his words, noting that he had spoken to some "locals," and that it was his left arm that bother him. Still, it was only after he had placed the weapon on the floor that she stepped any closer to him, waving off his explanation of why he carried it. "Of course I mean good terms. This a hospital. I don't know where you come from but here that means safety." Motioning for him to stand, she added, "I can check out your arm in my station, so follow me." There was no need for him to retrieve his blade, but just in case he worried for it, she told another passing nurse to care for it.
{ooc: n/a}
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Posted: Wed Apr 23, 2014 11:57 pm
It was just his luck to end up in the hospital. If it weren't for some kind stranger, Amos might not be alive right now. The old codger was in his on room at the moment, cover in bandages and hooked up to and IV. Even though the crusty old bounty hunter was getting on in years and cover in bandages, he still had the body of a man in his prime. What exactly was he doing in the hospital though? Perhaps it was because he bit off a little more than he could chew when chasing after and old foe that wound up in Janhall. The hunter barely made it out with life. He was getting too old to be chasing down bad guys. Not that he would ever stop though. That was his calling in life. Bringing bad people to justice when the law was too busy hiding up its own a**. It was nighttime when Amos awoke in his bed. the sound of the medical machines hummed softly all around. He tried to sit up, but winced and reached for his side. "Oh, right." He muttered. "Magnum Molly and her damn guns." There was a large cotton patch and stitching on the man's side. No doubt from this, Magnum Molly Amos was talking about. "She did have some nice magnums though." The old dog then laid back down. His whole body acted. Was he really that out of shape? No way.
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Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2014 3:05 pm
〠☾ Pulling a night shift after working a full day with the Council had not beet Katrina's plan, but hadn't been her choice to refuse either. Somebody had to be here for the patients during the night, and she had been promoted to head nurse, meaning that it was her responsibility to cover those that called out. Letting out a soft sigh, she leaned back in her seat and stretched. Despite the long night, she liked working alone; it was calmer that way. However, now it was time for her to make the rounds. There were only two people in the hospital that night, all being kept in the same ward but in separate rooms. It didn't take long for her to check up on the first, a girl who had broken her wrist riding a bike. Her father was staying the night as well, but unlike Katrina, he was fast asleep in a corner of the room. The second patient was a man who had been admitted by a stranger who couldn't ID him. He'd been hurt rather severely compared to the town's usual injuries, and so Kat thought he was lucky to have been put in the care of the best doctor early that afternoon.
Putting her hand on the door, she pushed it open gently to reveal the dim room inside. Not wanting to let too much light in from the hallway, she closed the door to a slight crack behind her after stepping in. To her dismay she realized that the patient was not asleep, but apparently awake. "Hello. I'd wish you a good morning but technically, it's not even after midnight." Her expression was kind as she waited for a response. Kat didn't know anything about this patient, so she wanted to make sure that he could understand her before saying anything else.
{ooc: Yay! Someone's in the hospital!}
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Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2014 4:51 pm
Amos groaned as he tried once more to sit up, but the pain of his aching body was still a bit much. "Damn!" He cursed as he fell back once more. It looked like he was going to be in her for a little while longer.not only had been shot, but apparently, Amos had been stabbed and hit by a car. Or so he thought. His ribs felt kind of broken. Like someone had taken a sledgehammer practiced their baseball swinging on him. The old dog then began to breathe slowly, which also hurt to do. "Why does everything have to hurt?" He complained just as the door to him room opened. In walked one the nurses greeting him a good evening. Amos sighed. "Better than waking up to white light I suppose." He joked sarcastically. Despite being pummeled six ways from Sunday, the beaten and bruised bounty hunter managed to keep his sense of humor alive. "How long have I been here?" He asked looking to the nurse for an answer.
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Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2014 7:34 pm
〠☾ Managing a tiny smile in response to this stranger's humor, Katrina held her clip board at her waist while she moved closer. "Several hours." she replied, answering his question while she checked the monitors' readings. After scribbling down a few notes, she moved to make sure that the IV connected to his arm was still firmly in place. "Can you tell me your name?" she asked politely, although it was completely in her abilities to find out by entering his mind. That was a last resort, however, as this man seemed perfectly compliant so far. "Don't move so much." she lectured once he had shifted again, her hand automatically moving to steady him. Setting aside her clipboard and pen, she began to inspect his bandages. Her touch was very light, as she knew that he had to be in far more pain than the girl next door to him. "You've sustained a lot of injuries...can you tell me how this happened to you?"
{ooc: n/a}
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Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2014 8:54 pm
Amos chuckled as his question was answered. "Great. I missed my show AND the phone bill." The crusty old man sighed then coughed. While missing his show wasn't going to be such a big deal with the blessings of the almighty world wide web, paying the phone bill would. Amos swore he was changing his service as soon as his contract was up. After having his readings and such checked by the nurse, he was asked for his name. Amos smirked and replied. "James. James Sunderland." He fairly being calm about lying to the first he were to met in a hospital. While it was a complete lie, Amos didn't feel the need to have his name on any kind of record at the moment. That was how people looked for him when he didn't want them to. When asked what happened to him, Amos chuckled lightly. "Well, I was shot once in the side, stabbed in the chest, and I think hit by a car. That's what I remember anyway. Nothing big." The way he said made it sound so normal. Like everyone on earth went through these kinds of ordeals...Well they did, but not like Amos.
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Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2014 10:10 pm
〠☾ Raising a brow as she was blatantly lied to, Katrina pursed her lips together in a thin line and remained silent. She had to give the man some credit, if she didn't have the ability to read minds, she would have believed him. Instead of interrupting him, she listened as he recounted the events that caused his injuries. It was so much more brutal than the townsfolk usually faced, making her frown. "Well, you're certainly lucky. As far as our tests can tell, you're a human, and most humans would have died." She gave a small smile, hoping to give him a false sense of security as she stepped back from inspecting his bandages. They would need to be changed by morning, but it could wait for now. Pulling up a plastic chair from the corner, she retrieved her clipboard and sat down. "Now, I suppose I should let you know that you won't be charged for your stay. Here in Janhall, medical assistance is free." She grinned, always happy to let travelers and tourists know that they wouldn't need to go without help. "However," she added, her tone changing to something sterner, "I don't like people who lie." that was all she said for the moment, the only sound following her voice of the click of her pen as she prepared to be given his true name.
{ooc: n/a}
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Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2014 12:04 am
Something went off in the back of Amos's mind. He felt like something had been violated, like someone had invaded his privacy. It didn't take long for the old man to realize that someone had delved into his mind. Once you had a sub-Cthulhuian creature try to take over your mind, you never really forget the feeling. There was something about this girl. Amos couldn't put his finger on it, but his extensive knowledge on the arcane and mystics were ringing familiar bells. This girl had such fair and light skin with a beautiful face to match. There was also a tiny accent that was barely noticeable. What was she? "Janhall, huh? So that's where I am. The famous little town where all those covered by the Veil become exposed." The nurse seemed be changing her attitude toward the injured old mercenary. She had even called him out on his lie. Amos was silent for a moment. His face devoid of any kind of humor. He was right. Someone had entered his mind. But only briefly. The humor and smiles then returned as he let out a breathy chuckle. "As you WISH, m'lady." The merc jabbed, trying to get a reaction out of the nurse. He wanted to see if he was right in guess of what she herself might be. "I'll tell you who exactly I am if you let me guess who you are."
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Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2014 7:42 am
〠☾ Nodding when he spoke of Janhall, Katrina couldn't help but feel proud of the little town. It's existence had spread quickly, so the idea of it's name being recognized so easily was satisfying. What she hadn't been expecting was his response to her question. Most people didn't talk back, they just did as she said. But he hadn't stated him name. Instead, he wanted to make a deal of sorts. Raising a brow, she did her best to keep her face impassive as he specifically separated the word "wish" from the rest of the sentence. "Hm, what makes a person who they are? Is it their name? Or their race?" She smiled faintly, since it was becoming clear that he had felt her earlier intrusion. A handful of creatures had sensed her before, but most had no clue what that feeling was; those creatures had gone about their days with a short sense of deja vú. Yet here was this man, injured, but he recognized it for what it was. He had to be some kind of trained fighter, and that would explain how he had gotten so wounded. However, she wondered if he truly had figured out what she was. "But I like guessing games. So go ahead and guess." she added, a true smile crossing her expression.
{ooc: n/a}
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Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2014 10:13 am
It seemed like getting on in years did come with some benefits. Amos was was old to see the world for what it truly was. He had traveled far and wide, gathered knowledge from all around, and fought long and hard against he races that be. When asked names and race, Amos leaned back in his bed and looked up at the ceiling. He was lucky to have a fan, even if it wasn't on. The sound of a moving fan was always pleasing. "Names, races. Nah. None of those matter. We made those kinds of things up on our own. What matters is what we do. What makes a person who they are is their actions." he old merc then turned his head and grinned a he nurse. "You seem like a person who's done a few things without people knowing. People tend not to pay attention to pretty faces. But, I don't you're malicious or anything. So, we cross out anything infernal, abyssal, or eldritch like inter dimensional beings." Amos squinted his and looked more closely at the nurse looking after him. "No. You give off a more benign aura. Friendly, but maybe a little impish, but nothing mean-spirited. Your skin is different from the the other people her. Light and fine, like sand. I'm going to guess...djinn?"
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