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After Tuesday I'll be back to regular postings! Sorry for the delay folks. Finals are a killer bee </3
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We'll fall asleep. So deeply out of reach
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In peace may you leave the shore. In love may you find the next. Safe passage on your travels until our final journey on the ground... May we meet again.
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Wonderful! Totally excited to read your response!
Okay this is going to make things interesting! Also a tad bit awkward.
Wonderful! Also, is Phoebe a pure blood? It'll determine how I continue my post.
Let me know if I overstepped my bounds, and we can then revise together! The Circle would be the group headed up by the upcoming Dark Lord. Namely, the individual who seeks to bring back the legacy of Voldemort.
Justin Ackerman - Auror/Member of the Circle - 26 - Syltherin Alumni
Oh sorry! I didn't see that you posted a message on the OOC. It was super elusive!
I'm doing pretty good; school has been busy though! I just posted! Hopefully you're okay with how I wrote things out. Feel free to let me know if you want anything changed :)!
I'm doing pretty good; school has been busy though! I just posted! Hopefully you're okay with how I wrote things out. Feel free to let me know if you want anything changed :)!
"I know it is I don't like going into the populated areas because of those things out there. I wish they would send out more then the two of us if we ran into those mechs."
Morgan chuckled. It was as if the woman had read her thoughts. "They follow into the country side as well. Just ... not as often," she said as the city came ever closer. University of Oxford if she recalled correctly. "Remember several months ago when we were somewhere between London and here? We lost a lot of people when the spiders found us. Those mechs. We can't punch through their armor. Explosives, yeah, but we don't have too much of that either."
The truck came to a stop as Morgan looked up. Hopefully it would stop raining. She hated walking and sleeping in wet clothes. It became normal nowadays, but she was still nostalgic for old war luxuries. Getting to of the truck, she gripped her rifle as she looked around the buildings. Paranoia was a life saver these days.
"I'm pretty sure this place would've been picked clean," she said as she led the way towards the nearest building. It read commons. If they were going to find anything useful, right there would be a good place to start. Her feet sunk into the damp ground until she reached solid concrete. She rolled her eyes. She was going to have to clean her boots.
Slowly pushing open the door, she took a look around. Nothing moved. Tables were overturned and papers littered the campus ground. The sight depressed her. "Let's take a look around," she said to Erika as she walked towards the Quick n' Go Mart. "No perishables. Lets try to stay quiet. No need to draw anything to us, love."
Morgan chuckled. It was as if the woman had read her thoughts. "They follow into the country side as well. Just ... not as often," she said as the city came ever closer. University of Oxford if she recalled correctly. "Remember several months ago when we were somewhere between London and here? We lost a lot of people when the spiders found us. Those mechs. We can't punch through their armor. Explosives, yeah, but we don't have too much of that either."
The truck came to a stop as Morgan looked up. Hopefully it would stop raining. She hated walking and sleeping in wet clothes. It became normal nowadays, but she was still nostalgic for old war luxuries. Getting to of the truck, she gripped her rifle as she looked around the buildings. Paranoia was a life saver these days.
"I'm pretty sure this place would've been picked clean," she said as she led the way towards the nearest building. It read commons. If they were going to find anything useful, right there would be a good place to start. Her feet sunk into the damp ground until she reached solid concrete. She rolled her eyes. She was going to have to clean her boots.
Slowly pushing open the door, she took a look around. Nothing moved. Tables were overturned and papers littered the campus ground. The sight depressed her. "Let's take a look around," she said to Erika as she walked towards the Quick n' Go Mart. "No perishables. Lets try to stay quiet. No need to draw anything to us, love."
Jessica walked out of the patient’s room. She rolled off a pair of latex gloves and threw them away. It was Wednesday. Instead of holding up in her lab, she blocked off a day to do patient rounds. It was why she become a physician in the first place. Sometimes, since she had a PH.D after her name, it was easy to forget.
“Doctor Parens?” A nurse had followed her out. “We’ll keep Ms. Clemens under observation for now. We still can’t understand what’s causing the memory lapses. Another thing. The symptoms are unusual. The slight fever, delirium, and slight aggravation hints towards rabies. But..”
“There’s no bite,” Jessica finished for the nurse. She bit down on her lip. While she did study the majority of these diseases back in med school, her speciality was Opthalmology. An eye doctor. She had been called down here to assess the patient’s conjunctivitis — pink eye. “Did Dr. Brody check in yet? I think he’s the attending physician for the TLC.”
The nurse twiddled her fingers. “Though a more thorough diagnosis is underway, we haven’t been given a specific treatment plan. Not ever a preliminary one,” she said. “We sent blood work and fecal samples out. Hopefully they’ll get back to us soon. In the meantime, we can’t do anything except keep the IV and pain going. Get medication going for the hallucinations too.”
Jessica nodded. That’s what she would’ve done as well. Feeling her pager vibrate, she fished it out from her belt clip. “I’ve gotta run. Urgent from F5/3. Do what you can for right now, and when Dr. Brody gets back, he should be able to update. Contact me if the pink eye gets any worse.”
Quickly making her way through the hallway, Jessica stepped around a pair of nurses as a stretcher rolled towards the TLC. It was the fourth newly admit in the past hour. Thanking a patient care specialist for holding the elevator for her, she pressed the button for the fifth floor. Staring at the door, the image’s of Ms. Clemens rolled through her memory bank. When she first came in, the lady was hollering like a crazy as she said something about ‘the dogs coming’. It was one of the more unusual things she had seen. What she couldn’t believe was the inflammation of her eyes. They weren’t just the typical light pink associated with conjunctivitis. They were bloodshot red. Actual red in color.
The elevator pinged as the door slipped open. She was on the move again. When she first arrived at Memorial Hospital housed near the CDC building, she had gotten lost on many occasions. The building was a year old, funded by the government and CDC. It was meant to be a location to serve as a study bank for the scientist in case an outbreak happened. A glorified hospital so to speak. At first, Jessica wasn’t really sure if she wanted to come here or not. The deciding factor was the grant money she received for her own research. Namely, an organic prosthetic eye for those who had lost one. Though progress slowly grew, she was far from anything conducive. She was still in the infant stages of clinical trials.
Opening the door to the clinic, she was greeted to the sight of two hospital security guards. They saw her walk in and moved towards her. “Dr. Parens?”
She felt a lump in her throat. “Yes?”
“A patient was just admitted here,” said one of the men. It was whispered so only the officers and herself could hear. “The room the man is sitting in has been cordoned off.”
Jessica blinked once. Her mind mulled over the words she had just heard. She blinked again. “May I ask why?”
The security officer exhaled as he gestured towards the back room. “It’d be easier if you saw for yourself.”
Half an hour later, Jessica was wearing a gown, gloves, hair hat, googles, and a mask. She just emerged into the patent room as two more security officers stood next to the man. He was fairly tall with mangy, brown hair. He wore tan shorts and a t-shirt — typical attire given the Georgian heat. She would’ve considered him entirely normal if blood hadn’t been trickling down his face.
“David?” she said as she stepped closer and took a seat on the swivel chair. She said his name again. He didn’t respond. “I’m Dr. Parens. Can you tell me what happened?”
David looked up as Jessica saw the scoop of the bleeding. He needed ER not an eye appointment. Sweat rolled down his forehead. “I gotta damn fever doc,” he said in slurred speech. “I’m sweating too. Can’t see a damn thing. Can you turn on the AC? I can’t see a damn thing.”
“Sure, we can get some cool air flowing in here. I’m going to step outside and see what I can do. Call building staff to see if they can’t cool this place down.”
“Appreciate it doc.”
Jessica got up from her seat as she stepped out of the room and stripped off and disposed the isolation gear. Washing her hands thoroughly, she walked towards the nurse’s station and picked up the phone and pressed a speed dialed number. “ER? This is Dr. Parens from F5/3. I have a patient who needs to be transferred to your location. Fever, hemorrhaging through the eyes, and copious amounts of sweating.”
“We’re all full,” said the nurse. Jessica could hear shouting on the other end. Even with the ER being busy, it was a new sound to her altogether. “Mr. Bowman will be sent to TLC as overflow. We’ve just notified them. We’ve been getting similar symptoms all morning. There’s some talk about the flu.”
“I don’t think it’s the flu,” Jessica said as she looked back to where David Bowman was currently restrained. “Anyway, lets get Mr. Bowman moved. Oh, full isolation protocol.”
“We’ve been doing that all morning Doctor. Hopefully this isn’t contagious.”
Jessica stifled a snort. She didn’t know if it was contagious or not, but she didn’t plan on finding out by getting sick. A feeling of dread trickled down her spine. She didn’t like any of this one bit.
“Doctor Parens?” A nurse had followed her out. “We’ll keep Ms. Clemens under observation for now. We still can’t understand what’s causing the memory lapses. Another thing. The symptoms are unusual. The slight fever, delirium, and slight aggravation hints towards rabies. But..”
“There’s no bite,” Jessica finished for the nurse. She bit down on her lip. While she did study the majority of these diseases back in med school, her speciality was Opthalmology. An eye doctor. She had been called down here to assess the patient’s conjunctivitis — pink eye. “Did Dr. Brody check in yet? I think he’s the attending physician for the TLC.”
The nurse twiddled her fingers. “Though a more thorough diagnosis is underway, we haven’t been given a specific treatment plan. Not ever a preliminary one,” she said. “We sent blood work and fecal samples out. Hopefully they’ll get back to us soon. In the meantime, we can’t do anything except keep the IV and pain going. Get medication going for the hallucinations too.”
Jessica nodded. That’s what she would’ve done as well. Feeling her pager vibrate, she fished it out from her belt clip. “I’ve gotta run. Urgent from F5/3. Do what you can for right now, and when Dr. Brody gets back, he should be able to update. Contact me if the pink eye gets any worse.”
Quickly making her way through the hallway, Jessica stepped around a pair of nurses as a stretcher rolled towards the TLC. It was the fourth newly admit in the past hour. Thanking a patient care specialist for holding the elevator for her, she pressed the button for the fifth floor. Staring at the door, the image’s of Ms. Clemens rolled through her memory bank. When she first came in, the lady was hollering like a crazy as she said something about ‘the dogs coming’. It was one of the more unusual things she had seen. What she couldn’t believe was the inflammation of her eyes. They weren’t just the typical light pink associated with conjunctivitis. They were bloodshot red. Actual red in color.
The elevator pinged as the door slipped open. She was on the move again. When she first arrived at Memorial Hospital housed near the CDC building, she had gotten lost on many occasions. The building was a year old, funded by the government and CDC. It was meant to be a location to serve as a study bank for the scientist in case an outbreak happened. A glorified hospital so to speak. At first, Jessica wasn’t really sure if she wanted to come here or not. The deciding factor was the grant money she received for her own research. Namely, an organic prosthetic eye for those who had lost one. Though progress slowly grew, she was far from anything conducive. She was still in the infant stages of clinical trials.
Opening the door to the clinic, she was greeted to the sight of two hospital security guards. They saw her walk in and moved towards her. “Dr. Parens?”
She felt a lump in her throat. “Yes?”
“A patient was just admitted here,” said one of the men. It was whispered so only the officers and herself could hear. “The room the man is sitting in has been cordoned off.”
Jessica blinked once. Her mind mulled over the words she had just heard. She blinked again. “May I ask why?”
The security officer exhaled as he gestured towards the back room. “It’d be easier if you saw for yourself.”
Half an hour later, Jessica was wearing a gown, gloves, hair hat, googles, and a mask. She just emerged into the patent room as two more security officers stood next to the man. He was fairly tall with mangy, brown hair. He wore tan shorts and a t-shirt — typical attire given the Georgian heat. She would’ve considered him entirely normal if blood hadn’t been trickling down his face.
“David?” she said as she stepped closer and took a seat on the swivel chair. She said his name again. He didn’t respond. “I’m Dr. Parens. Can you tell me what happened?”
David looked up as Jessica saw the scoop of the bleeding. He needed ER not an eye appointment. Sweat rolled down his forehead. “I gotta damn fever doc,” he said in slurred speech. “I’m sweating too. Can’t see a damn thing. Can you turn on the AC? I can’t see a damn thing.”
“Sure, we can get some cool air flowing in here. I’m going to step outside and see what I can do. Call building staff to see if they can’t cool this place down.”
“Appreciate it doc.”
Jessica got up from her seat as she stepped out of the room and stripped off and disposed the isolation gear. Washing her hands thoroughly, she walked towards the nurse’s station and picked up the phone and pressed a speed dialed number. “ER? This is Dr. Parens from F5/3. I have a patient who needs to be transferred to your location. Fever, hemorrhaging through the eyes, and copious amounts of sweating.”
“We’re all full,” said the nurse. Jessica could hear shouting on the other end. Even with the ER being busy, it was a new sound to her altogether. “Mr. Bowman will be sent to TLC as overflow. We’ve just notified them. We’ve been getting similar symptoms all morning. There’s some talk about the flu.”
“I don’t think it’s the flu,” Jessica said as she looked back to where David Bowman was currently restrained. “Anyway, lets get Mr. Bowman moved. Oh, full isolation protocol.”
“We’ve been doing that all morning Doctor. Hopefully this isn’t contagious.”
Jessica stifled a snort. She didn’t know if it was contagious or not, but she didn’t plan on finding out by getting sick. A feeling of dread trickled down her spine. She didn’t like any of this one bit.
Okay! I'm editing now! I started this off kind of straight into the action. I hope you don't mind? I didn't know how else to write it while making it remotely interesting and such.
Me too! I feel like all of those little details make for better character development versus on a character sheet. It's just so static! Plus, everything's subject to change - you might end up writing your character likes a different color - which would defeat the purpose the the CS.
Glad to hear! I'll try not to disappoint!
Glad to hear! I'll try not to disappoint!
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