Aalakrys

Shadows [Zitacamron95 and Faded Memory

Haha, no big. I just got back from Texas. What. a. drive. >.< My medicine is about to knock me out - not that I needed the help after that drive. But anywho, I'll read and post tomorrow. I'm off for the week for the holiday~ :D

Shadows [Zitacamron95 and Faded Memory

Apparently went into autopilot mode. I can redo anything if you like.

Shadows [Zitacamron95 and Faded Memory

A smile crossed Jude's lips as he followed at his more casual pace behind Aiden towards the sign out desk. Jude was all for quick-pace when it came to work, but if he was not in the trauma ward, he kept to an almost saunter. Idly, he wondered how long Aiden had worked in the laboratory since he'd never seen him before. However, the probability of doing just that was not a strong one due to Jude's irregular hours and the number of elevators, not to mention whatever schedule the technician had kept. However, Monasia was a familiar face to be sure - especially that almost irate purse to her lips, only thrown off by the amusement she hid in her eyes. A regular expression just for him, he had joked with her once. As he signed himself out, setting the files aside to get a once over by the clerk, he glanced up briefly to smile at her scrutinizing face. "There you are, madam." As he placed the pen back in his pocket, he looked back to Aiden as he spoke, fully ignoring Monasia's muttering. The way of goodbye was definitely a way of making sure Jude did not invite himself along even though they were both headed in the same direction for the next few minutes. He'd taken that opportunity to slip the sweater on, since it may have been a reminder that it was given to him to wear not to carry around. "Naturally, you would." Jude said lightly, almost in a teasing fashion, as he picked up the files. He began to follow behind at his slower stride, subtly keeping his eye on the seemingly kind man to make sure he'd make it to his vehicle.

Shadows [Zitacamron95 and Faded Memory

Sounds good - I'm tidying up in between posts and random video gaming.

Shadows [Zitacamron95 and Faded Memory

... So, you're totally going to hate me ... but I actually like that post now. I don't know what I was thinking about changing, but it's gone. If it's alright with you, I'll leave it as is.

Shadows [Zitacamron95 and Faded Memory

Haha, same here just minus the homework. I'm finally here today. I woke up at 7:00 am and decided that I wanted to rearrange my room. I'm pretty much finished now, except for the two piles of items that need a home since their old one has been vacated. :P I'll get back to that after I finally adjust my post. I planned on being here Friday, but I was asked to come to a meeting, so I was all out of mental energy. Then yesterday I was taken to the aquarium. It was awesome. ^^

Anyway! I won't be here next weekend either because of going to see my brother in another state - and being entirely jealous of you going to comic con. So. So. Jealous. >.<

Shadows [Zitacamron95 and Faded Memory

Oh, you're back! I understand the life stuff. I'm sorry you were having a rough time. :( I'll edit this afternoon. My best friend kidnapped me again last night for shopping. We did the Samaritan's Purse shoebox. It was pretty cool, even though I'm not exactly religious. Anywho, I've gotta head to work. I'm glad you're feeling well enough to return.

Shadows [Zitacamron95 and Faded Memory

Even though you're gone, I think I'm going to redo my last post. I'd been mulling it over, so if you come back then yay! I'm probably going to do it tomorrow.

Shadows [Zitacamron95 and Faded Memory

The casual way the slightly younger man before him spoke before introducing himself briskly in second-thought made Jude a little dubious as to Aiden's generosity to strangers, but he smiled as he secured the offered sweater by curling his arm inward while saying, "Pleasure to meet you, Aiden. I'm --" A call from the sign out desk interrupted his attention. He looked over at the heavy-set seemingly disgruntled woman who'd called, "Dr. Maxwell, will you please come sign out so I can go home? You too, lab kid. I've been waiting ten extra minutes on that little tart with her fluffy hair, high voice, and way too much energy for this late at night Daphne to show up and she's run off to change about twenty minutes ago --" Jude turned back to look at Aiden, shifting the files slightly and giving a counterfeit sigh. His eyes shined with amusement for he loved the sassiness of part of the payroll team - especially Monasia, but he continued to Aiden, "Jude Maxwell. Perhaps we should go sign out." He turned slightly and added, "I would hate for poor Monasia to miss her debut at Pacchino's." The woman narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms, knowing full well that he was talking about a bar with live entertainment - mostly of the singing variety, but there were rumors of the VIP area upstairs.

Shadows [Zitacamron95 and Faded Memory

Jude had already gone into his own world of thought after turning away from the elevator, but was halted by the hesitant call from behind. He turned slightly to face the man he'd been in the elevator with, and then more fully as he was approached. At first, he blinked in surprise at the words slightly babbled at him at him, but then a grin came across his features easily just as he was handed the sweater. It was warm against his already chilling arm as he said, "That's very considerate of you. Are you this kind to every ignorant stranger you meet?" It was said in a joking fashion, of course, but he acknowledge the gesture mentally. Most of his subordinates seemed to fear talking to him about anything not relating to work when they first met, and since his life had been centered in the hospital lately, he'd grown used to the isolation his status brought upon him. Of course he'd worn down the long-term staff, but the new ones always were the same. The non-surgical staff were even worse. He supposed the limited interaction between the different departments would make communication seem normal, but had never really thought about it before. However, he wasn't sure if it was entirely normal to offer your sweater to someone you just met, especially when it was drastically cooler than an agreeable temperature to go without such protection. Not that he thought any worse of the man, in fact, the opposite seemed to happen - he had a rather good impression of this quirky person before him so far.