Staff goes: No fighting in Open Roads
but the GM goes: Fight! Fight!
Okay that aside, I'll see where things will go first before making the NPC act :)
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Clair “Left-Feet” Blues
Levi, for all she is, was a mess but she’s holding herself quite well for someone going through detox. Probably ‘cause she just began down the road. Clair has seen enough druggies who gone cold turkey in the streets that things can get really bad the longer they’re off. Maybe the shelter have some methadone stashed somewhere to ease her withdrawal when the time comes but Clair doubts it since major cases tend to be forwarded to the rehab further away. After all, Open Roads focus in general care and not specialized ones. Levi asked what Clair was doing in a near-empty clinic but before Clair got a chance to answer, Levi’s breakfast decided to take the express way out her system, mainly through the oral cavity but some decided to take the nasal route. It wasn’t a pretty sight but if you’ve seen it often enough, you get used to it. A nurse, coming from nowhere, quickly replaced the basin with an empty one. She was gone as fast as she appeared. How does she do that? Is she a ninja or something? Clair wondered but she snapped herself back to the conversation.
“Don’t worry about it! Asides from having two left feet and my crappy lungs – don’t ask, I’ll tell you. I had a bad case of flu that I sneeze my lungs out. That’s what I understood from the bones. So basically, I’m stuck being Darth Vader’s little sister. Anyways, back to your question. I’m actually diabetic. I can’t eat unless I’m dosed up with insulin...” Clair would have continue if she hadn’t notice a new patient being guided to a bed, Hope Daly and she was crying. From all the old timers in Open Roads, Clair is most familiar with Hope. Asides from their passing conversation in the lobby, Hope was briefly assigned as Clair’s buddy during her first week in the shelter. She can’t speak for Hope but Clair grew fond of her. Hope felt like an older sister.
“Hope...” Clair whispered.
Levi, for all she is, was a mess but she’s holding herself quite well for someone going through detox. Probably ‘cause she just began down the road. Clair has seen enough druggies who gone cold turkey in the streets that things can get really bad the longer they’re off. Maybe the shelter have some methadone stashed somewhere to ease her withdrawal when the time comes but Clair doubts it since major cases tend to be forwarded to the rehab further away. After all, Open Roads focus in general care and not specialized ones. Levi asked what Clair was doing in a near-empty clinic but before Clair got a chance to answer, Levi’s breakfast decided to take the express way out her system, mainly through the oral cavity but some decided to take the nasal route. It wasn’t a pretty sight but if you’ve seen it often enough, you get used to it. A nurse, coming from nowhere, quickly replaced the basin with an empty one. She was gone as fast as she appeared. How does she do that? Is she a ninja or something? Clair wondered but she snapped herself back to the conversation.
“Don’t worry about it! Asides from having two left feet and my crappy lungs – don’t ask, I’ll tell you. I had a bad case of flu that I sneeze my lungs out. That’s what I understood from the bones. So basically, I’m stuck being Darth Vader’s little sister. Anyways, back to your question. I’m actually diabetic. I can’t eat unless I’m dosed up with insulin...” Clair would have continue if she hadn’t notice a new patient being guided to a bed, Hope Daly and she was crying. From all the old timers in Open Roads, Clair is most familiar with Hope. Asides from their passing conversation in the lobby, Hope was briefly assigned as Clair’s buddy during her first week in the shelter. She can’t speak for Hope but Clair grew fond of her. Hope felt like an older sister.
“Hope...” Clair whispered.
Well, up to you bud but nevertheless it would be an interesting arc for your character :D
Badum, wow. Open Roads has already a dealer in the loose *laughs*
And Tracey, what's wrong with Hope?
Und bist du Deustsch FiredSkye?
And Tracey, what's wrong with Hope?
Und bist du Deustsch FiredSkye?
ImANargleHunter said
I wish it was snowy all year round.
Ice Age?
Konica said
Lisa: "But I'm the only one that calls her Mari..."
Nash: Based on what I read, she's closer to Mari than Lisa... *whispers* a lot closer... :P
P.S. Ignore this if you don't understand the humor >.> I sometimes think three steps ahead during a conversation that I end up talking to myself...
12:15 PM, Clair “Left Feet” Blues
Clair Blues’ classes just ended and now she waited in the lobby for her insulin shot. She would have been capable of doing it herself but Open Roads has strict rules regarding “weapons”, where needles fall into, and “drugs”, what insulin is. She checked her wrist watch, 12:15. Fifteen minutes equals to three bites. Lunch last for an hour, an hour equals to twelve bites which equal to a quarter meal. Three bites equals one-eighth of a meal. One-eighth of a meal wasted waiting. She thought.
Clair hoped that Open Roads would be a little lenient with the schedule since she would love to eat a complete meal for once. Her therapist said that her habit of ‘savoring every bite’ was due to her life in the street where food tends to be scarce and she’s forced to ration any food she could find. She knows there is some truth to that and so she’d been trying to kick the habit but progress is slow going. The staffs have been motivating her to eat normally and they keep reinsuring her that food won’t run out as long she’s in Open Roads. That’s the thing holding her back – as long as she’s in Open Roads – and what if she’s not in Open Roads anymore? Nope, kicking the habit will take a long while.
She looked in the clinic wondering why the nurses are taking their sweet time. The shelter doesn’t have a large medical staff, just enough to hold down the fort. She couldn’t see much from where she was peaking from so she decided to search for a nurse before she waste more time doing nothing. She grab her crutches, stood up and went inside. Of course with her slow pace, it didn’t took long for a medical staff to notice her and was shown to a bed to wait – again – for her insulin. Irritated, Clair decided to do a little more ‘walking’. They can sit me down once they finally have my insulin. She was in the middle of head-rant when she came across another guest in the clinic, a girl who has a basin between her legs and her head hanging over it. Clair read the girls chart without picking it up. Levi, 16 – Detox/Withdrawal. Maybe out of curiosity or boredom, Clair felt like introducing herself.
“Hi, name’s Clair but people just call me Left-Feet. How you doing?” She gave the girl her friendliest smile.
This is not an event/scenario post.
Dragonbud said I wouldn't mind some interaction. Or maybe a recap of what happened during the assembly, like maybe what the explanation of becoming a resident is and what the case workers do.
Okay, I see. I can make an IC with those details. To answer your questions here in the OOC: Being a resident is all about putting one's life back together and bettering themselves. In a sense, changing or finding the right road to a fulfilling life. You should consider your case workers as pseudo-parents. They're there to help you guide to the right path, so they keep tabs of your education, therapy (if partaking) and well being but unlike parents, their responsibility of a resident only extends within the walls. So as long as a character is a resident of Open Roads, they are the responsibility of the Case Workers working in the shelter.
Side-Note: Jeez, what's wrong with my prose these days. I guess I have to do some re-visioning in my spare time.
Lilith/Silent like:
Lols, I never knew you were. What a pleasant surprise and thanks for the link :D
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