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Post by KENDRICK KEYS on Aug 29, 2012 8:40:27 GMT -5
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[STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 52px; color: #1B3F8B; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -4px; line-height: 36px; text-align: justify; padding: 0px 8px 0px 15px;]✖ DREAMS TURN[/style][STYLE=float: right; width: 300px; background-color: #1B3F8B; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; color: #EBEBEB; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 9px; text-align: justify; padding: 3px 10px 3px 10px;]INTO NIGHTMARES. OUR MEETING WAS A SPOILER BECAUSE HOWEVER YOU LOOK AT IT, THE ENDING WAS CLEAR. THE ILLUSION DIES AS TIME DRAGS ON. [/style][STYLE=float: left; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #454545; width: 110px; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 20px;][STYLE=background-image: url(http://i800.photobucket.com/albums/yy290/rgd-l/IconDump/Kaburagi/a49.png); width: 100px; height: 100px; border: #1B3F8B 5px solid;] [/style]
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[STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #00D0FF; padding: 4px; color: #EBEBEB; text-align: center;]NOTES[/style] Herro~ [/style][STYLE=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #454545; padding: 35px 20px 10px 20px; line-height: 11px; text-align: justify;] It seemed Ken had to greet himself to everyone while he was there. In fact, his arm was a bit tired because it had been extended out quite a bit within the past five minutes. Not a lot of people can be as nice as he was. He'd stay after hours sometimes if the patients were fine, to help clean up. Take some of the trays and wash them. Small things like that, because he felt that helping out the Dining Hall was the same as helping out people. Helping people made him feel amazing inside. Not like he "got off" to helping people, no no.
It was only about noon, and the sun was shining through the window as Ken walked around and viewed the patients. Lunch time was a time to come together, and have fun. Right? It was a bit too quiet though, in the Dining Hall today. People were staring off into space, and others were staring at their meatloaf and mashed potatoes. Who stares at meatloaf? He'd be sure there was some explanation.
"How is everyone today?" He said, with a huge smile on his face and a voice not loud enough for anyone outside of the Dining Hall to hear, hopefully. He wasn't normally a loud person, just a talkative one. He had to be, being a nurse and such. Checking Vitals, giving refreshing talks to the patients, just things like that. It's what he does. Being an EMT before, he has experience in the harsh medical field. He once picked up a sixty year old man who had one tooth, and one arm. They had to cauterize the wound immediately, otherwise the man would have bled out. Needless to say, he's probably infected now. Probably most of the people Ken had helped before the CDC are infected.
That all only means he just needs to make new friends with the patients, doctors and everyone else in the CDC. He's already became friends with plenty of them. It's helped him a lot, because he isn't sitting in some dark room talking to himself all night. And he's not necessarily "locked" up, either. So he has some freedom. He hasn't seen a full fledged Zombie in almost a year... Crazy night that was. And Aria.. Aiden. That was a touchy subject, because his son and wife were the most dear things to him... Now he has to suck up to everyone in the CDC. He couldn't kill them. He had to run, that was the only humane thing to do.
He took his mind off of the subject and continued scanning the room, awaiting a response to his previously yelled question. Shaking his head, he sat at one of the tables. Maybe they'd come sit by him and then they would have a conversation going. Or he could just sit there alone, depending on how down everyone is today. Seems like they are pretty distracted. [/style] |
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NATHAN RUSSO
GOVERNMENT 
the night surgeon[M:130]
nothing can bring you back, shilo is all i have.
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Post by NATHAN RUSSO on Aug 29, 2012 10:18:44 GMT -5
Nathan detested eating in the cafeteria. It was filled with crude, disgusting patients shoving food into their mouths, mindless chatter and awkward gestures. He preferred the silence and privacy of his office, but unfortunately, the head of the hospital decided that his office was 'unsafe' and 'hazardous' due to the amount of junk that covered the entire room. Nathan saw it as more of a chaotic order, but it wasn't like he was about to argue with his superiors. It wouldn't get him anywhere and it was one less mess that the Brit had to clean up himself. One of the other downsides to not being able to eat in his office was the fact that he couldn't smoke either. The hospital had a strict policy on smoking, as they wanted to keep a sterile environmental. And for that same reason, he wasn't allowed to go out on the roof for a smoke either. The only safe haven he had was his office, free of judgement or the petty voices of the pansy officers.
The Night Surgeon sighed quietly as he entered the cafeteria, stuck behind a cluster of chatting nurses. They meandered slowly towards the line, giggling and grabbing salads and other healthy food rather than the meatloaf. Doing the same, Nathan grabbed a salad and a bottle of water before finding an empty table near one of the windows. The giggling nurses from earlier passed by and waved to one of their fellow nurses, who was trying to make an effort to talk to people. He shouted, even. Though it didn't seem to do any good, it wasn't even worth it. This place was miserable enough without the idiots skulking about, wanting to know pointless information about the others stuck here. The most common pertained to why an Englishman was in the States, working as a doctor or the less intelligent would ask why he was talking with one to begin with.
He sighed again in annoyance as he shoved his face full of lettuce greens, angrily stabbing the leaves and other vegetables. Nathan turned his attention to the other man who had sat down. It was the nurse, the one that had been shouting moments ago. He wanted to say that the man looked familiar, though he couldn't put names to faces. Just another nameless nurse, he supposed. If he was of any importance, he would know his name, or at least what he looked like. Perhaps the same applied to himself, as the other man didn't seem to realize that someone else was sitting here. Nathan's fingers holding the plastic fork twitched a little. He had a feeling he was going to regret this. "Can I help you?" he asked, his tone cold as he continued to stab his food.
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Post by KENDRICK KEYS on Aug 30, 2012 18:50:50 GMT -5
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[STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 52px; color: #1B3F8B; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -4px; line-height: 36px; text-align: justify; padding: 0px 8px 0px 15px;]✖ DREAMS TURN[/style][STYLE=float: right; width: 300px; background-color: #1B3F8B; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; color: #EBEBEB; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 9px; text-align: justify; padding: 3px 10px 3px 10px;]INTO NIGHTMARES. OUR MEETING WAS A SPOILER BECAUSE HOWEVER YOU LOOK AT IT, THE ENDING WAS CLEAR. THE ILLUSION DIES AS TIME DRAGS ON. [/style][STYLE=float: left; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #454545; width: 110px; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 20px;][STYLE=background-image: url(http://i800.photobucket.com/albums/yy290/rgd-l/IconDump/Kaburagi/a49.png); width: 100px; height: 100px; border: #1B3F8B 5px solid;] [/style]
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[STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #00D0FF; padding: 4px; color: #EBEBEB; text-align: center;]NOTES[/style] o3o -stab stab- [/style][STYLE=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #454545; padding: 35px 20px 10px 20px; line-height: 11px; text-align: justify;] He must've been talking to Ken. He was making direct eye contact. What brought that on? Why was he being talked to all of the sudden? Oh, right. He was very outspoken a few moments ago. He didn't even notice this man sit near him at the table. They were the only two people at the table, also. No one else had heeded his call. He was actually being spoken too, though. Although, it felt like he wasn't really interested in talking to Ken, either. He was just saying something because Ken had said something first. Ken thought this was true.
However, making friends was one of Ken's strong suits. He was always easy to talk to, and he tried not to bring any awkwardness to the table. Although, that was taken a bit too literally in this context, because it was a bit awkward. He could have sworn he had seen this man before. That would either make Ken unnoticeable, and the man non-observatory, or Ken too shy to talk to a simple colleague. Either way, he was making a last ditch effort to talk to him now. Seems like the perfect time, right?
The man seemed to be fighting with his food. He was angrily stabbing at his salad like it had stolen something from him. At first, Ken wanted to make some sort of smart-ish remark and say something along the lines like "The food isn't going to hurt you, sir." But he decided against it, instead asking: "Have I seen you around before? You look rather familiar." He began to pull out his badge which had just recently slipped into his shirt. He was a nurse, however, which meant his badge wasn't as flashy as the higher-ups' but it was rather nice to have some sort of authentication. Some sort of card letting everyone know he wasn't entirely miserable, even if he felt it sometimes. He was still probably the nicest guy around.
"I'm Ken, it's nice to meet you." With the extended hand approach, awaiting a friendly handshake. This was a make it or break it moment. The man would either shake his hand, eliminating a rather large percentage of the awkwardness toggled by his own loud voice, or he could leave his hand as it was, dangling in the air like it was a broken limb. That would have him embarrassed. For now, he would wait and see what would happen.[/style] |
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