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exsiliumlogs2013-09-01 10:40 pm
wilder) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-09-01 10:40 pm
OPEN LOG
Date & Time: September 1 - 3, Evening or Night hours
Location: Transport Clinic
Characters: Zelos/Kaneis and you!
Summary: Evening/Night shift at the clinic. All welcomed, whether they be checking out the clinic, working at the clinic or that unfortunate dude who put their weapon in a very wrong spot.
Warnings: PG-13 for language and possible gore since hey IT IS A CLINIC.
[No matter how strange Zelos's life get, he can always count on his clinic shifts being one of two things: incredibly boring or incredibly strange. There was no middle ground.]
[Any night that you come in, you'll probably find Zelos sitting at the reception desk, with his feet on top if none of his bosses are around. If he's not attending to any patients or talking to staff, he seems to be reading- looks like the flavor of this month for literature is fantasy. And sometimes, he even seems to be talking to the book]
Oh come on Buttercup my beautiful flower, there's no way he'll actually release him. Jeez...
[And so on. Rest assured guys, this is a professional medic here. You can tell by the lab coat. ]
Location: Transport Clinic
Characters: Zelos/Kaneis and you!
Summary: Evening/Night shift at the clinic. All welcomed, whether they be checking out the clinic, working at the clinic or that unfortunate dude who put their weapon in a very wrong spot.
Warnings: PG-13 for language and possible gore since hey IT IS A CLINIC.
[No matter how strange Zelos's life get, he can always count on his clinic shifts being one of two things: incredibly boring or incredibly strange. There was no middle ground.]
[Any night that you come in, you'll probably find Zelos sitting at the reception desk, with his feet on top if none of his bosses are around. If he's not attending to any patients or talking to staff, he seems to be reading- looks like the flavor of this month for literature is fantasy. And sometimes, he even seems to be talking to the book]
Oh come on Buttercup my beautiful flower, there's no way he'll actually release him. Jeez...
[And so on. Rest assured guys, this is a professional medic here. You can tell by the lab coat. ]
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[And he considers, there's something hard to read in his eyes. But soon it's gone, and he just smirks again]
Well, I could tell you my thoughts...but maybe it'd be better to figure it out on your own.
[And he starts to walk again]
Come on, let's go before your arms really do give out.
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[Asbel doesn't know what it means. The only vibe he's really getting is that he's hit some sort of a dead end. But if Kaneis isn't going to talk, that probably means he expects Asbel to be able to figure this out on his own, right? He nods finally, watching him.]
...All right. If you want.
[Mulling this over for a moment longer, Asbel then uses his knee to hoist the box back up and heads down the hall once more. It's difficult if not impossible to switch back into something entirely upbeat, but he does make an effort, at least.]
It's not my arms I'm worried about. [His back'll snap in half first.]
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Arms, back, legs- whatever!
[Around another corner and they reach the door! He'll dig out his keys and unlock the door, holding it open for him.]
Just put it on an empty shelf or something
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Is that really the kind of attitude a person should be taking in a medical clinic?
[And here they are. With a nod and a "got it", Asbel strides in, peers around the edges of the box to find an appropriate spot, and lowers it into place. There. Now. NOW they're finished. Thank Gloandi.]
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[And hey he did it] Hey good job! Thanks again.
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[Somehow.]
No problem. Anyway, it's getting pretty late. I'll see you around, Kaneis.
[He'll offer a smile before turning to go. Asbel can navigate his way out from here.]