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Post by bumblebea on May 19, 2015 20:55:11 GMT -8
Setting: Medic's Quarters
Time: Following the Flower Festival Event
Theme: Let's get you all patched up, bitches Most people made it back to the headquarters in one piece... Most. Now they had to deal with patching up everyone who had taken serious injury and make sure they healed right up into the best condition possible. However... Medics were a bit on the shorter hand side of jobs, and there were quite a lot of apprentices injured, some, like Beatrice, were not scratched but maybe a tad, others.... Well they had one less limb then prior. So, this was going to be a fun little after party, now wasn't it? That party was pretty chaotic, actually. Beatrice was one of the last people through the portals back home, seeing as she was tasked with taking care of Robin and making sure that everyone made it through safely. Not that she minded! Though she was a little sad she didn't get to help do any fighting, but she was probably better at the helping others patch up and not die side of fights, to be entirely honest. One plus was her teamies were all okay and her dress wasn't damaged. Now that was a relief, such a beautiful gown couldn't have gotten destroyed! Ahem, anyway, now she was gathering up a bunch of supplies and hitting the medic area to tend to everyone who needed tending to. Which was a vast majority of people... Oh man. Tin a plain blue sundress, since she couldn't get her gown dirty. Heavens no. She turned to the people here and there, signinghis was going to be a busy day, immediately following the party, so she wasn't exactly tired? Seeing as she got to the party late and had gotten coffee before the party anyway... But so many people would be worn out and tired and hurt. So! Beatrice simply had to make sure she got everyone all fixed up and in a nice mood. As much as they could be anyway. She dropped her little box, okay giant box, of supplies on a table and turned with her hands on her hips. "Ready to fix 'em up!" She thought enthusiastically, nodding her head. Perhaps a bit too chipper considering? Either way she had one of the apprentices, whom she knew not, fixed up pretty quick. They were less injured then some, but enough to need some stitches then they were on their way and she was prepared to take more. They were flowing in slowly as some got minor patchwork done and now after everyone got sterile quickly and possibly changed, depending on severity, they were ready to start really patching. Beatrice, however, had only but a moment to change so was in a pale blue sundress. She turned to the others here and there and signed, "Okay, who's next?"// Posting order:
Beatrice - BumbleBea
Robin - CawCaw
Sienna - MrSlayton44
Grim - Mirg
Joakim - JayThorne
Owen - QuinnQuinn
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Post by cawcaw on May 20, 2015 7:45:28 GMT -8
The night had not been kind to those who had attended the flower masquerade. From the soft glow of lanterns and the colorful display of flowers to a burning chaos. Hunters had savaged apprentices and humans alike, the warning ringing loud in clear in their victim’s ears. Thankfully, there were survivors, although they were not without injuries.
Today would be a rather busy day in the medic bay because of this, particularly for a certain birdie who had ended up there. The last thing the child remembered before waking up in the off putting white walls of the medical was Fran and Inkidortes. Their faces as they came up to him while the world spun about without him and his body begging to rest as his jaw pulsated in pain and his back bled. He remembered being so happy that they were ok, that they weren’t seriously injured..and Fran carefully scooping him up and hearing that they were going home.
Even now this did not feel like home…it wasn’t the feeling of weathered wood, the smell of metal from the keys that flowed throughout their room. Everything just felt…weird and wrong and Robin did not like it one bit. Unfortunately it was rather hard for him to express anything of the sort, his jaw giving him a continuous throbbing of pain, which spiked into incredible amounts of pain when he tried to move it. All he had to help it was an ice pack and a cup to catch the drool and blood. And even then, that didn’t really help his back either, which needed to be fixed up. The dizzyness hadn’t really gone away, and it probably helped contribute to Robin’s confusion and feelings of uneasyness.
However, the child did not demand to be seen, instead, he had waited for others to go ahead and get fixed. They clearly needed it just as much as him, and as painful and unhappy as he was, he did not wish to have people stay that way too. Robin would also try to see if he could interact with other patients, but it only ended with him regretting the instant he tried to talk.
Maybe after the medics tend to his injuries he could go and actually go home.
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Post by mrslayton44 on May 21, 2015 11:36:35 GMT -8
The inferno that had engulfed the flower festival's decor still made Sienna's heart ache. All that beauty burned up for some stunt. And that was the least of the problems. People had been killed and more injured. She knew Surya was fine but the others she had yet to see and didn't know if they were alright or not. As a household staff her job often overlapped with other tasks and with so many people ailing she had of course decided to assist the medics. She couldn't perform anything serious but she would wrap and help with keeping supplies stocked and their patients fed. She'd wiggled out of her dress as quickly as possible and then threw on an old Orange Crush T-shirt and some sweats before darting down to help at the medics quarters.
Once she arrived she scanned the room, noting those who'd gotten assistance and those who still needed it. Spotting the mute woman who she'd seen around a few times she nodded at her signing before spotting Robin who was currently drooling spit and blood into a cup. At the moment he looked the worse so she gestured to him as she walked over to help as best she could. "This one." She stated in a soft huff, still catching her breath from running all the way here.
Her nerves were still frazzled and the idea that something so horrible had just happened was still bothering her and probably would for a while. She doubted she'd be able to sleep much so she'd help the medics and find something to clean once there was nothing left to do here.
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Post by MIRG on May 22, 2015 20:14:17 GMT -8
Crashers to a party, who would've known?
The short man was vaguely glad that Amsteria had sneakily ushered him back to the HQ. With that, he had some moments to tidy his area and prepare for the incoming injuries. Oh boy, there was going to be more than a handful. Pushing all the paperwork to the right, it cleared up some space on his filled desk as he set down the several rolls of gauze bandage and bottles of antiseptic he had retrieved from the shelf. That should do for most skin-deep injuries, he reckoned, still fidgety and worried for his comrades.
Glancing back at his phone, he supposed he had a little time before they return. Slipping off his excessive layers of clothings and his mask, he rolled up his sleeves before heading towards the nearest restroom for a quick wash off. Running wet hands through the brown locks, the medic managed to clear off much of the hair dye before hearing an audible scream from the medic quarters. That was an evident sign of their return. Even though his damp hair was still painted oddly in streaks of brown and yellow, he briskly bustled back. Time to assess the grave situation.
Grim winced at the smudged blood spots on the tiles, hastening his steps, only to realise that the office was pretty much flooded. The Austrian was taken aback; it had been a while since there was this many. He was starting to regret leaving his glasses in his dorm, as he searched for his fellow colleagues amongst the blurred crowded.
"Beatrice... what's the situation?" He asked out loud in general, not entirely sure of her position. It was pretty strange since he had... never talked to her even though their stations were pretty near? Office time was strictly work time for him as always and provided little opportunities to chat with the endless stream of work. Still, he knew some things about her: Her name, .... ? That's all?
Wow, someday he really need to sit down and actually have a conversation with her over coffee or tea. Now was definitely not the prime time of course.
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Post by JayThorne on May 23, 2015 0:12:21 GMT -8
As much as he wanted to argue with Amsteria about not wanting to go to the infirmary, he was definitely getting increasingly dizzy and that annoyed him. Of all the times to get dizzy from blood loss.. He'd gone through similar situations and managed to evade having treatment. ...For a day or two before someone dragged him off, anyway. But here he was, sitting in an empty seat in the infirmary after Amsteria told him to "Stay here and behave till you get treated." before promptly leaving him. Typical Amsteria, not wanting to fill up the place more than everybody else already was.
Geez, he really was fine... ...Even if he didn't feel it. There were so many other people who needed the attention anyway. Younger blood. Stronger blood. Medics scurried here and there as they rushed to tend to the wounded, and Joakim watched them pass by him, arms crossed over his chest loosely to somewhat put pressure on the wounds. He leaned his head back against the wall, unable to cross one leg over the other thanks to his torso wound, but he settled with closing his eyes while waiting for a medic to have enough free time for him. Resting while waiting should be fine, right?
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Post by quinnquinn on May 23, 2015 1:36:20 GMT -8
Oddly enough, Owen wasn’t here because of the party at all.
He was here because of the birds.
He had taken them back to the Keepers’ room almost immediately, though upon seeing the night’s victims in a less dire atmosphere, he wasn’t treated too kindly. The red-tailed hawk he had on him was the most aggressive, clawing away at him in an expression of anger. Owen wanted it to stop, though he felt he deserved it. Once his colleagues managed to pry the birds away from him he was promptly sent over to the medical wing. The boy didn’t even realise how injured he was - birds were scary, and their wrath was something not to be messed with.
He stumbled into the waiting bay cradling his crudely bandaged arm. His right hand was tightly squeezing his left arm, and with his black shirt it didn’t look too bad. That was until you realised the red scraps around his wounds used to be white, and his pale skin was dyed a different colour. There were shiny patches on his right arm too, some red showing through the broken sleeve.
The pain was real, but this was nothing to the boy. He could sit through this. He’d sat through much worse before (though in a completely different way) and he wasn’t a priority casualty here right now. Right now they were the ones that had been unfortunate enough to be screwed over by the hunters earlier that evening. He wiped his brow and rubbed his eyes again, unintentionally marking his face with blood. He was tired, in pain and stressed.
He walked aimlessly for a while, trying to decide on a place to sit, and eventually settled himself beside a sleeping Joakim. Watching the man sleep made him tempted to do the same… but he had to keep pressure on his injuries. And he couldn’t do that if he was asleep. Owen heaved a sigh and waited, albeit a little sleepy in the bay.
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Post by WarFran on May 23, 2015 20:18:42 GMT -8
It was a grim day indeed for Death's HQ, what with the catastrophic events of the Masquerade-Party-Gone-Wrong the previous night... Unwilling to let the melancholic atmosphere dampen his spirits, however, a small, warm smile still hung persistently on the Apprentice Relations Officer's face as he strode silently through the corridors, a large bouquet of many golden yellow chrysanthemums in his arms. His right hand also held a carefully packaged bento box containing many individually packaged cakes of assorted flavours, prepared specially for the Apprentices and the medics who had been working throughout the night. He had snuck in several peeks too, that night, checking up on his precious Apprentices, though each time he had been forcefully driven out by the medics, or by anyone else fast enough to be able to land a hit on him...
"Sigh...it's so hard just to show concern once in awhile~ Mufufu~" he sighed to himself, exhaling gently as he rounded the corner to the infirmary. After safely carrying his dear friend, Robin, to the infirmary the previous night, the silver-haired Apprentice leader had wanted to stay by his side, but understood that he would probably only get in the way of the medics who had been working so hard to fix the poor birdie, and the many other casualties, up again. And so, he had left with Inkie, sewing up all her wounds before tending to his own...though the persistent desire in the two leaders to head back to pay the injured and recovering a visit had only grown stronger through the night.
And so, here he was, standing outside the infirmary with a bright smile on his face. They had been beaten, broken, and scarred, but these were the Apprentices who had made it alive. And this was something he cherished dearly...
He pushed open the infirmary doors with his uninjured arm, completely ready for a loud earful of "GET OUT!" or the like, as he strode into the infirmary, arms laden with gifts, with a wide, confident grin.
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Post by JayThorne on May 23, 2015 23:05:49 GMT -8
[[I'M SORRY GUYS I CAN'T RESIST. //BREAKS ORDER AND APOLOGIZES PROFUSELY FOR IT]]
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Joakim stirred at the shift in the air, caused by the opening of the door. Frowning, the viking blinked as he tried to focus on his surroundings. How long was he out? His body ached, that much was certain, and turning to look at the familiar face who had just walked through the door. The viking could barely make out who it was, but he let out a huff as he fought off the urge to pass out yet again, "...I must be in party hell," he eyed the flowers, his light-headedness bringing back memories of the event not so long ago. So many chrysanthemums... up in flames... How many Apprentices died tonight? How many will never reach the Higher Planes?
His vision was failing him again as his lids grew heavy and he leaned back in his seat again, "Fran, wake me up... Party's s'posed t'be over..." he slurred. Whether Fran heard him or not was unimportant, because he was out like a light once more the moment he finished his sentence.
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Post by amsterdame on May 24, 2015 6:55:42 GMT -8
She wiped the blood off her hands on her blouse, walking briskly down the infirmary corridor, rooms either side filled with people being tended to, waiting to be tended to and tending to. The Medics were certainly outnumbered this time. In the time it took for her to walk to Grim's office, she noticed how windy it was around her legs and a slight grimace crossed her features at the memory of her lopped off skirt. She hoped she was decent enough.
A Medic passed by with a cart of bandages and antiseptics, and Amsteria side-stepped the official as he makes beep boop sounds. Makeshift ambulance, that was what he was at this point. If only he had a light that blinked on top of his head. Amsteria blinked. Where was he headed, anyway? Considering he might be going in the direction she came from, she could probably ask him to do a minor detour. Catching up with the beep-booping human ambulance, she directs him to the bleeding stump of a man sitting on the seat, slowly staining the bench blood red. There was a familiar young man seated next to him, clutching his arm, and the door nearby swung open to reveal Fran and a whole armful of chrysanthemums.
A while later, the medic was cooing over Joakim and Owen, and after a while longer the infirmary began to pick up in activity. Seeing that things were being tended to, Amsteria truly assessed that she was no longer needed in the vicinity, and steps out through the door Fran came in through quietly.
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Post by bumblebea on Jun 3, 2015 21:42:31 GMT -8
As the night faded into the morning things were getting insanely frantic. There were more people who needed tending then there were medics here. Luckily she had some relief when Grim arrived here. That was at least one more medic here to help patch everyone up! He called out asking for the status of everything, she turned to look for him and rushed over to attempt to sign to him, rather frantically, the situation at hand. How they were swamped and there were really not many medics, but kind people like Sienna had been offering their assistance. She gestured to Sienna who was tending to Robin as best to her ability. It was a great relief that there were people like her. Beatrice turned to look around at some newer arrivals, pointing Grim in the direction of Joakim, "Help him? She signed then pointed to Robin, "I was about to help him..." She explained and smiled weakly.
As everything was settled between her and Grim, and a few other medics bustling around, she hurried on her original path over to the beat up Robin. She felt a special need to tend him on her own seeing as Fran had placed him in her care. As she settled near him and smiled thankfully at Sienna, she grabbed up some supplies and looked over everything on Robin. Goodness gracious, he was so banged up, poor little guy. Her hands were moving fast, she was accustomed to doing this quick movements, tending to his more major wounds first and cleaning him up. Her eyes scanned around as she worked, making sure no one was like... Dying on the floor or something. She glanced at Owen, he looked pretty scratched up, but he would live for a little longer while she handled this. There were some more serious injuries riddled around, but other medics were tending them.
She turned to Sienna, her now designated nurse aid and pointed towards a private room in the ward, somewhere normally surgeries and of the like would take place. "I need to do some serious work on him. Will you help me take him there?" She asked with a smile. To be honest she wasn't even sure if Sienna could understand her sign language, but... Well she would just have to hope she got an idea? She waved her hand at Robin then the room, to emphasize what she meant.
Though her attention was ripped away for a moment when Fran busted into the medic quarters arms filled with presents? She stared in surprise at the man for a moment longer then necessary. Though his presence wasn't too big of a problem, so long as he didn't get in the way or her task at hand she was plenty okay with him being here to bring cheer to the injured. Though as he came in, Amsteria left... They could maybe use the help, but she wouldn't blame her for leaving really. They had it decently under control by now. So it should be fine. She carefully wrapped an arm around Robin's waist and put his arm over her shoulder. She looked at him in concern, nodding her head towards the private section she mentioned previously, hoping he'd be able enough to help her take him there to get his real patchwork done.
// One, I'm sorry I took so long. Two, I'm sorry my reply isn't v good. Three, I'll update first post with posting order. u.u
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Post by cawcaw on Jun 11, 2015 14:59:38 GMT -8
It would take several moments for Robin to realize that there was a woman with an orange crush tshirt trying to work on him. This person…who were they? It was just all sudden and confusing to the kid and they just recoiled back at Sienna’s help with wide eyes. Unfortunately that only seemed to make dizziness worse, and their vision felt like it was swimming as they tried to hold on to something to keep themselves steady. Ugh..they felt like they were gonna be sick.
It was only when the mute blonde woman came over towards them that their heart wouldn’t feel like it was pounding a million miles an hour. She…looked familiar. Had they met? It took Robin a moment with everything hurting and their mind all fuzzy to realize she was the one who had helped them out. Fran gave both of them chrysanthemums…that’s right. They would give the woman the best smile they could muster from their broken jaw. But from what they remembered (which was pretty vague) she did not have any injuries. So why was she here then..? Was she a medic?
“Hey..” they would attempt to croak, blood and drool making it rather difficult to tell what they were clearly saying…on top of the broken jaw which made them grimace in pain. They didn’t even notice that she had been working on starting to work on their major injuries, as it just felt like everything was moving without them. It was…weird, and they didn’t like it.
However, as soon as Beatrice attempted to wrap her arm around their waist and put their arm over her shoulder Robin would snap back into reality, seeing if they could try to help themselves up. The moment they did tho, the feeling of swimming and spinning became worse, Robing almost stumbling about as they tried their best to stay upward. They would try again to smile, the expression on his face being rather jarring compared to his pale wounded face. If anything…they had help to get them over to wherever the lady wanted to take them. And hey, at least they were up.
(( Goodness sorry for the super late reply ;A; ))
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Post by mrslayton44 on Jun 16, 2015 5:46:07 GMT -8
Sienna wasn't the best at reading the mute girls sign language but she was quite adept at understand her silent gestures. As a quiet person by nature she found it easier to understand people by watching them. Robin seemed alarmed by her presence though as he tried to pull away form her attempts to wrap some of his lesser wounds. Beatrice showing up though seemed to calm him down some and she nodded at the woman's directions as she moved to grab him while trying to not hurt him further.
The loud entrance of Fran was surprising while still being predictable. But despite his noisy appearance seeing his usual cheerful smile and jovial attitude was a reassuring balm to her frayed nerves. She spotted Amsteria leaving as he came in and glanced to Joakim as he made some drunken induced comment about Fran coming in. All in all the room was a bit noisy but not overly so. But she preferred the noise over a dead silence. Finally she nodded at Beatrice and helped heft up their patient who stumbled about forcing her to tighten her grip a bit lest he fall to the ground. "Don't worry, we're just moving you." She reassured. It was going to be a long night.
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Post by MIRG on Jun 23, 2015 7:18:41 GMT -8
Signing wasn't his forte, but he was pretty good with reading it. There was a slight pause before the young man awkwardly signed to Beatrice, "Got it." He would've went further by inquiring more, but his limited abilities to sign had hindered that. It was probably safe to leave it to the housekeeper, Sienna and his colleague to do the organisations and attend to the one with a bruised jaw. Switching his attention to his team-mate, he grimaced as the man said words that were akin to his very last. "Oh no, you aren't dying on me tonight!" He gritted his teeth before attempting to lift the 6'5'' feet man.
"You colossal fuck!" The young man cursed in frustration at his inability to lift the viking who was almost twice as bulky as he was. The birdkeeper was evidently not suitable in aiding him and of course, the medic hissed menacingly at any of the patients who attempted to help him. After all, who in the right mind would allow the unattended injured ones to worsen their wounds? Unfortunately for him, everyone looked unfamiliar and outside of his team, there was virtually no one who would visit the office unless they were bleeding out somewhere. He was getting dolorous.
Fran's arrival was timely. As he strode rather confidently down the aisle of the stations, the young man stomped over and gripped firmly on the back of his white collar to stop him in his path. He released his grip as soon as he got the man's attention, but it left a bloody imprint of Joakim's blood on his collar. Would Fran recognise him with his oddly coloured streaks of hair and bloody outfit? He'd better somehow. "Bendigeidfran Rhys, your help is needed." Grim stated in a formal and clear tone, albeit with a desperate hint in his eyes. He was confident that Fran was capable of that, and given that he was already treated privately, he was more eligible to help than anyone else surrounding them. It was an added bonus that Fran was an ex-medic. Who cares about that ridiculous hostility? Christ, saving lives was his sole priority. His mint eyes briefly glanced at the colourful gifts, but he made no further comments.
Trudging back to his patient, he squinted at a fellow colleague who was shifting Owen whilst humming a soft 'beep-boop'. When did he...? Swinging around, the german gave a nod of thanks to Amsteria, whom his colleague pointed out to be the reason for his presence here. Perhaps he could direct Fran to tend to the birdkeeper along with this doctor after they shifted the delusional viking. Hmph, that settles it.
Sorry (not sorry) for the late reply wweh //makes up for it with an extra long post ;7!! I think I managed to mention everyone in one way or another HAH //proud of myself HUFFHUFF
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Post by JayThorne on Jun 24, 2015 22:22:26 GMT -8
Beep-boop
beep-boop
beep-boop
What an annoying noise. Couldn't a guy sleep in peace for once? He had difficulty sleeping on normal nights to begin with, and that godforsaken beep-booping was getting on his nerves. ...But no matter how much he wanted to wake up and punch whoever was making that noise, he couldn't. He would be able to see light once in a while. Wherever he was, it was brightly lit. Noisy, too. There were... people? He guessed they were people, but all he saw were hazy figures, blobs of colour... He smelled smoke, tasted blood on his tongue that he remembered having since coming back from the party.
'...colossal fuck...!'
He heard someone curse near him. It was a familiar voice. Someone he knew? Maybe. Joakim closed his unfocused eyes again while Grim attempted to move him. Darkness was all he saw, and yet... he couldn't will himself to sleep. So he drifted. In and out of consciousness, like he was being rocked on an old, worn hammock. How many more swings till the ropes break, how many more swings till he plunges into the darkness that waits for his weakened, heavy form? Joakim fought to stay awake, not quite believing that blood loss alone could push his body into such a useless state.
"Grim...?" he muttered after what seemed to be ages. The viking wasn't even sure if Grim was still there, "...can't see a f...ckin' thing..." he squinted slightly. It wasn't that he couldn't see, it was more that his eyes refused to focus on anything. On top of that, his head felt ridiculously light (like it isn't even attached to him), whatever blood he had left was pounding in his ears, "...Fanden..." he growled as he lost consciousness once more.
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Post by quinnquinn on Jun 25, 2015 5:47:13 GMT -8
The spare medic came over. Owen was in a blur. When did any of these people arrive? Fran, Grim? He didn't even catch Amsteria's sudden appearance. Oh, Joakim was gone? Did someone just swear? What were these odd human made beeps? He was tired about all this. He didn't really want to be here anyway.
Squeezing his arm for the last time before the medic took over from him, Owen let out a soft hum to gather himself. The medic unbuttoned his black shirt and cut away about half of it to get to his wounds. Nothing lost, really. The first aid was peeled off and there was such a bright red underneath. The boy sat there, tired, unfazed by the pain. The adrenaline had long worn off and he was feeling every stretch of skin, every crusty piece of cloth being peeled off, his flesh and skin moving in discord from the physical trauma.
His bloodied free hand covered in new plasters and scratches ran through his hair, damp from the stress of moving about and being attacked by birds. He sighed and rubbed his sunken eyes, in expressionless dismay at the chaos in here.
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