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 Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2014 8:57 pm
eye to eye
There didn't seem to be anything wrong with the patient, aside from all the blubbering. Jack was thoroughly unimpressed as he snatched the chart from Leslie. "You're here why exactly?" The patient's face was half burned, but that was an old wound, and nothing seemed to be openly ailing him.
"I-I don't deserve to be in Sun," the man sobbed, his shoulders shaking. "I lost my eye to a ******** dragon, man, I just--I-I just got the hell out've dodge and I left my team just . . . We were g-gonna die--"
And the more the hunter continued, the less Jack found himself caring.
"Hope you're ready for a fun day, Shitstain."
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2014 11:17 pm
eye to eye The scrubs fit as poorly as ever, but Leslie was in them and as sour-faced as before. He gave Jack an incredulous look, then looked back at the guy weeping his apologies into what looked like some sort of raggedy towel remains. "Jesus christ," he said to the guy, almost engaged with how mortifying this is. "I sure hope you remember this and pin it in your memories like a badge of ******** shame. Get your s**t together." Leslied turned back to Jack, jabbing a thumb at the rest. "They all about the same...?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2014 11:30 pm
neck jut"So," he says, awkwardly patting some bimbo on the back in the least sympathetic manner as she wept upon his shoulder. "America says you might choke me." After a beat: "I'm not a f**, just so we're clear, so steer clear." Leslie gestured to his neck, pencil-thin. "Of this."
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2014 11:39 pm
neck jut
Jack looked up from his coffee mug and gave a flat, "What," before Leslie's words registered. "Who the ******** America?" And how did she--
. . . Peyton.
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2014 11:46 pm
eye to eye
"Yup." All around them were all sorts of weepy hunters. Jack hated to say it himself, but his heart actually twisted at some of the sounds, though he had gotten the stoic look so pat down by now that it didn't register in his expression. "Loads and loads of pussies."
"I can't get it together!" the Sun hunter wailed emphatically, his head in his hands. "I can't stop thinking about how they ******** roasted." After a heavy sob, the man lifted his trembling head, tears streaked down his marred face. "I-It's my fault. They all died 'cause've me."
There was a pointed silence from Jack as he tried to leave, but the man grasped at his coat. He looked positively repulsed and yanked it away.
"You don't get it. They're haunting me, m-man. The dead don't forget nothin'."
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2014 9:22 am
neck jut"Basement president," Leslie explained, trying to pry the woman's hands off him to little avail. "Red hair, fine tits, probably the hottest and the craziest b***h on the island."
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2014 9:27 am
eye to eye At least it was better than doing nothing, he guessed. It was hard to be a complete c**t when he was the one who'd nagged to come do this-- the dichotomy between what he expected "helping" people would be like and the reality was staggering. Leslie winced at the mental imagery. He'd had his fair share of cigarette burns, and the level of fire this guy was talking about was considerably more. "Listen," Leslie said, eyeing how the laffy taffy leprechaun recoiled from the touch, taking the guy by the shoulders. He was probably supposed to say something else after that, but instead, he just shook the guy by his shoulders as if he was a maraca.
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2014 10:13 am
neck jut
"Uh...huh." Red hair was pretty hot. He watched Leslie struggle with the woman with a smile, highly doubting America had anything on Lina's crazy a**, however.
Pause. Coffee sip.
"And you're not a f**?" Jack asked, still smiling. "You sure about that?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2014 10:21 am
eye to eye
The man's sobs became erratic as he was shaken, and Jack snickered at the noises.
"I LISTEN EVERY DA-A-A-AY--"
"Christ, get the discharge forms," Jack muttered. "We've got worse cases to deal with than this waste of space."
The Sun seemed to agree, and he sagged in Leslie's grasp and devolved into soft weeping, one brown eye and one scarred one staring into the them both as if asking, Why me?
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2014 10:32 am
neck jutHe was not, in fact, a hundred percent positive-- thanks to those ******** Wonderland futures but nothing <******** else-- but he was positive enough. That had to count for something. Leslie slid a glance over to Jack, then rolled his eyes. "It's not like it's up for debate. I ain't a f**. That's just the end of the story, sorry to be boring." Finally, he wrenched himself free, which just made the Death hunter weep into her hands, slowly laying down on the actual ground. "I hope you choke on your coffee."
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2014 10:38 am
eye to eyeAlready, there were too many ******** tears, and from the sounds of it, there were a lot more to go. Leslie dropped the guy, fetching the guy's file and the papers to release him, filling out the information (with, of course, his backwards e's and a few mixed up words, but at least his handwriting was more passable than it had been when his wrist had been busted) before handing it over to Jack to sign.
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2014 10:50 am
step one you sayThey caught the next guy drinking out of a flask, not crying at all. "I regret everything," he said, pointedly, a Mist that looked older than his twenty four years of age: bone tired, worn down, and thinned out. His hair was scraggly, his beard was unshaven, and his right arm was... mangled. "So," Leslie said, stepping to the side and fetching bandages and gauze, awaiting instructions for the rest. "Your show."
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2014 11:22 am
neck jut
"Uh huh." He didn't look convinced and just kept on smiling unpleasantly behind his mug. "Methinks the lady doth protest too much. You're more likely to choke on a d**k than I am on this lovely brew."
And he drained about half the mug in one go before setting it down, standing, and moving to the patient to yank her back up unceremoniously.
"Jesus, lady, it was a minipet. Get over it."
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2014 11:29 am
neck jut"You're the one running around choking people," Leslie snipped back, moving to get her papers, too. Unless she started beating herself up in the literal sense, there was no point for her to be here, too. "Methinks you should put a ******** sock in it. The pair of you-- christ."
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2014 11:31 am
step one you say
The longer the day went, the more ragged he felt on the inside. Some cases were just bullshit, but this was creeping into territory that was getting a little too deep for his usual rotation. Jack almost missed seeing his friends in the infirmary for one stupid reason or another because at least they were (somewhat) sane. Stupid. Not sui--
(Remember Ian?)
"Don't we all," he drawled at the Mist as he started cleaning the blood off the wound. "That's what alcohol's for, dipshit. King, get the stitches." The cut was deep but at least he hadn't bled out; they'd need more than bandages to slap on that arm.
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