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Post by alicia on Jan 9, 2009 1:09:22 GMT -6
Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend.
and I would have stayed up with you all night,
had I known how to save a life.
[/i] ------------------------- He ran a hand through his messy hair, sitting at the front desk. How'd he get stuck with this duty? He was a nurse, for goodness sakes. He should've been up and about helping the doctors and caring to patients. There was no action, no rush here - just paperwork and time passing by idly. By the first hour he'd been at the job, Thatcher had finally learned how to balance a pen on his fingertip. He hummed absentmindedly, not taking his eyes off of the fountain pen. What else was there to do? He'd finished his paperwork early on in his shift and no new patients had entered the hospital in one and half hours... But who was watching the time? He stayed silent, glancing at the doors every fifteen minutes, as if he was on a timed schedule. It was so boring. Never in his life did he think that being in the medical field was going to be boring. Well, he'd proved himself wrong. It was mind-numbing. This onslaught of boredom. Thatcher flicked the pen back down onto the desk, wishing he had brought something to pass the time - a book prehaps? As he sat there, eyes glued to the entrance, his mind wandered - after it had been in thoughtful silence for most of his shift. His head hit the desk with a dull thump, vibrating through his cranium and rattling his brains. His hands flew to his hair, latching themselves into the mop. He didn't care if anyone walked in now. His mind flew to her again. Nothing was really helping him with the "predicament". It was foolishness to even think about it at the moment - especially at work. He slowly lifted his head, pulling the sea green scrub top down to hide his now-showing stomach and snippit of abs. He felt a bit embarrassed, and somewhat relieved that no one had entered the hospital when his shirt was tugged upward. Thatcher kept his head up, propping it on his left hand, afraid that if he let it fall again he'd wind up in one of the examination rooms for a mild concussion. Who knew these desks were so hard? He sure didn't beforehand - what were they made of anyway? Marble? Granitite? Why did he even care? Thatch heaved a sigh, wishing he was releaved of his front desk dutites. He winced as he lightly moved his left hand to touch where he had bashed his head against the tile. It was sore - and probably would be for a while. He let out a small hiss of pain as he prodded at the slow-forming bruise. He'd have to borrow some of Erin's old cover-up to hide this from her... Somehow, Thatcher would have to steal some of it away from her - and the thought put a sense of dread in his belly. She would probably catch him... |
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Post by miguel on May 18, 2009 23:58:17 GMT -6
"You look bored." Cato stated as he walked up to the desk. He stood there and smiled as he read the sign pointing to different directions in regards to Artifact accidents. He frowned. He didn't frown a sad frown, rather it was his exaggerated frown of disappointment.
"Hmm, I guess that accident would be unique enough not to be on the list." He glanced at the man and asked, "Do you know where they would keep someone who got hurt by one of the books in the restricted area from Hogwarts would be? His name is Raulf Linergen" He drummed his fingers a bit and looked around the hospital. He saw a few chairs in the corner and saw some of the bright lights, that make hospitals look completely white, flicker. Looks like the charm on those lights are going out.
Then he thought of something to add to his previous question. "He just came in last night, would he be able to have visitors at the moment?" He smiled again, he couldn't help trying to be friendly with the guy. He brushed his hair as he thought, I wouldn't like to work down here being bored out of my mind. Perhaps I can waste a bit of time here talking with this guy.
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Post by alicia on Jul 13, 2009 7:35:06 GMT -6
Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend.
and I would have stayed up with you all night,
had I known how to save a life.
[/i] ------------------------- "You look bored." Thatcher blinked. When did this fellow come in? He gave a small smile - yeah, he was bored. He guessed he was so bored he had bashed his head into the counter so badly he was hallucinating. But, what if he wasn't a hallucination? Maybe Thatcher had given himself a concussion and this kid was some sort of figment of his childhood rolled up into --. Thatcher snorted under his breath. Psychology crap..."Do you know where they would keep someone who got hurt by one of the books in the restricted area from Hogwarts would be? His name is Raulf Linergen.""Sounds familiar. Let me check the in-patient files?" Sounds familiar? No, no it did not. He was a nurse on the third floor, not an administrator or receptionist. Where would those files be kept anyways? ...If Erin were here, she'd find it... Thatcter bit down on his lip, he was on the job - no time now to think of any distractions. But she really wasn't a distrac-- ok, maybe she sort of was at the moment. Thatcher let out a small chuckle, there those files where. Flipping through then rather hastily, his soft blue eyes grazing the papers until they landed on a R. Linergen. "Raulf Linergen? He did come in last night. Um, let's see... From what I can guess, Mr. Linergen is on the fourth floor?" Thatcher glanced back up at the kid, "I'm not quite sure though. I'm just a fill-in for tonight. I wish I could be more help." It'd be nice if he could have been more help, heck he wanted to be a bit more helpful. He tried to think of more ways to help the lad, but came up empty handed... Blinking a few times, as if to see inside his brain, Thatcher smiled softly. One of his mates could help him if he got lost. "Er, is there anything else? I can try to help as best as I can." |
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Post by miguel on Jul 14, 2009 22:49:26 GMT -6
Er, is there anything else? I can try to help as best as I can.
Cato thought for a moment. He could easily go to the forth floor. It really would be a quick trip. He was curious. Curse his curious nature. "Did you know those lights need their charm renewed?" He asked trying to get into a conversation with the man. "I suppose that would be the janitor's job." Cato waved his wand and mumbled some words causing the lights to renew themselves.
"Now that I've helped the someone else out, How 'bout you? Surely you're bored or something down here?" Cato drummed his fingers a bit and shifted his weight to his side. "Tell me about yourself, or perhaps I should be considerate and introduce myself first? I'm Cato. I'm the Hogwarts Ancient Magicks professor." He just rotated his head to look to the side. It was just one of those nervous twitches he has developed over the years. He is always on his alert state in foreign places and with foreign people. It wasn't going to be any different with Thatcher. Thinking about what he had just said and introducing himself, he snapped his head away and moved his hand forward for Thatcher to shake. It was a fail. Not many wizards can shake hands through a window, Cato wasn't one of them. "Funny how clean these windows are." He shrugged. "Meh, just one of those things."
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