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Witch
HUMAN
17 years old
REAL THUG
played by PISCES
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PICK ME UP, DUST ME OFF, GIVE ME BREATH AND LET ME COUGH
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Post by EZRA BET-SHUL on Feb 27, 2015 2:42:08 GMT
he’s braced against the doorjamb, both hands occupied—one clenched around the splintering wooden beam, one flattened against his abdomen to stem the blood that leaks past and through white-knuckled fingers anyways. his head spins. ezra blinks slowly, eyelids growing heavier, and presses harder on the wound to stay awake. he refuses to pass out in a grubby back alleyway, though it feels like forever and a half has passed since he arrived on the clinic’s doorstep. unceremoniously, ezra kicks the door, waits, then repeats the process with more force. his patience’s fading fast as his consciousness. “open the damn door. shitty doctor.”
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Witch
HUMAN
29 years old
DOCTOR
played by BLUEBEAR
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Post by WILLIAM HURST on Feb 27, 2015 20:52:05 GMT
he doesn't hear the kicks at his door, because william is uncharacteristically tired. his consciousness drifts as if it's lost at sea, eyes flickering at the direction of his desk, barely making out its form. he snaps awake. either the weather today is terrible or the poor ventilation is getting to him, because it's too warm to sleep. he doubted he could even last the duration of a nap. it was then did he hear a weak kick at his door, waves, vibrations immediately coming to mind, although he thinks he already had a good idea who it was.
switching on a lamp, he peers at his watch instead of opening the door. still several hours until sunrise. the hands of his watch flicker feebly.
with that, he stands upright from his chair, throws his slightly blood stained coat aside, and opens his door abruptly.
he peers at the young boy slouching at his door solemnly, blocking his entrance. as if already beginning the diagnosis, he suddenly grabs his chin and pulls at his eyelid to get a better look at his eye as if he was interested in the ratio of iris to eyeball.
"first and foremost, where's my apology?" he is a stickler for manners and he never makes that ambiguous. the younger generation are dumb shits, at best. repetition remains a pathetic way to learn, but he believes in it diligently.
EZRA BET-SHUL
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Witch
HUMAN
17 years old
REAL THUG
played by PISCES
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PICK ME UP, DUST ME OFF, GIVE ME BREATH AND LET ME COUGH
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Post by EZRA BET-SHUL on Mar 2, 2015 4:15:47 GMT
finally—he opens his mouth to deliver a few choice, indignant words, before they stumble and crowd at the back of his throat with the doctor's abrupt grab. ezra flinches instinctively from the cold touch and prodding fingers, then tries to relax his jittery nerves and tensed muscles under examination. his wellbeing might be in the doctor's hands, but he's not fucking apologizing. "where's my apology?" ezra snaps back with a scowl. "what took you so long?"he pulls back and away from the doorjamb, stands upright a little unsteadily, and tries to shoulder past the man into the room. in retrospect, it isn't his brightest decision—vertigo crashes into him like roiling waves against a cliff face with the first step and ezra tilts, capsizes, his entire weight falling onto the doctor.
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Witch
HUMAN
29 years old
DOCTOR
played by BLUEBEAR
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Post by WILLIAM HURST on Mar 2, 2015 14:48:22 GMT
william doesn't exactly hate ezra, but that doesn't mean he particularly likes the kid either. he fondly believes that educating children is the best and only way to make sure they would mature into semi sensible adults. so he ignores the boy's wasp like attitude and more or less carries him into his room. he nearly skids on papers that seemed to decorate his floor, but william is a professional. he won't skid just because probability dictates it so. it also helped that william wasn't exactly the most organised of people. or you could just call him plain lazy.
putting the shouty boy onto the bed, william wordlessly prepares disinfectant, despite knowing he already had bottles prepared, and he should really focus on cleaning the wound and stop it from bleeding. taking out bandages from a shelf, he smiles to himself.
"let me tell you a story," he says, still stirring chemicals together painfully slowly. william knows the boy won't pass out so easily. he sustains wounds like this every other week, after all. the shock's making him panic, but it sure to hell can't make will panic. "when i was still young and in my pretweens," he recalled fondly, holding a pipet at the mouth of the bottle. "I met a dog outside the family summer house’s shed. Now, like all sheds, it was used improperly; half stashed with crap and half filled with garden sheers. Well, the door was always locked and the windows always grimy, so who knows, after all?"
EZRA BET-SHUL it's unlikely will will let ezra fall asleep w/o hearing all of his story, so... i'm gomen
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Witch
HUMAN
17 years old
REAL THUG
played by PISCES
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PICK ME UP, DUST ME OFF, GIVE ME BREATH AND LET ME COUGH
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Post by EZRA BET-SHUL on Mar 7, 2015 1:57:06 GMT
in any other circumstance, he'd argue against being practically carted around, but the moment his bones sink into the cot he can feel nothing but overwhelming relief—and a smidgen of gratitude that goes unvoiced. in his state of partial consciousness, ezra can't tell if the doctor is deliberately moving like he's underwater, each action painstakingly prolonged, or if his sense of time is just severely warped. he chooses to give william the benefit of the doubt, but then the doctor says the six words he dreads the most each visit. and as the seemingly inane story unravels like a rambling path, ezra's suspicion that the account has nothing to do with keeping a patient in shock awake and everything to do with the doctor's own entertainment mounts with each sentence. he coughs once, winces at the shooting pain it provokes in his chest. "what does this have to do with anything? can you hurry up? i'm bleeding out."
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Monster
stikini
24 years old
apothecary
played by laika
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I heard you speak Like a savaged wolf And I let you eat The closest thing to love
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Post by ITHA OREL on Mar 7, 2015 4:41:20 GMT
"anyways, about the dog," she comes in like something wild, like a wind that stirs the papers on the ground, like the wind that doesn't gust or stop. she has a rattling basket in her arms and a dirty cloak on her shoulders. the door slams shut and the basket is on a desk, her sleeves are rolled up, she's already at the head of the bed.
she's no nurse - itha likes to be elbow-deep in carnage, it's revolting and peaceful. she likes the feeling of reigning something in. william's madness is a warm sea breeze and itha is the wind whistling through the moutains, frostbite and avalanche.
she smiles down at ezra sympathetically. at having heard this story nearly as many times as she has. (the blood, it doesn't bother her; its your own fault, fighting a war you can't win.) her hands are cold, pressing against ezra's forehead, smoothing his hair back.
william's lack of concern seems to bother her more than ezra's distress. calmly, she leans over and plucks the gauze from him, meets his eyes. "the dog's your uncle." now the story is ruined. now there's no reason to tell it.
WILLIAM HURST EZRA BET-SHUL womp womp im here
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Witch
HUMAN
29 years old
DOCTOR
played by BLUEBEAR
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Post by WILLIAM HURST on Mar 8, 2015 16:39:12 GMT
only william's medical know how stopped him from believing every fiber of his being was quaking in anger. in his head, he replays words of comfort like a mantra: 'it's impossible, it's impossible, it's not probable', all as he proceeds to drop his disinfectant all over the floor in his preoccupation to drag itha by the hair ('i told you, don't step on my fuckin' papers, you loony freak of nature!') off his patient and give the most indifferent glare anyone could muster.
he then pushes her, and thus he begins his string of accusations. "what did i say about knocking? who in the world told you you could poke at my patients? not. me. why are your stinky feet on my papers? look, LOOK! you've got blood all over them! and i have you know my uncle is your father in his trash like state of mediocrity. he can't even fulfil his trash like destiny!"
EZRA BET-SHUL ITHA OREL bloody hell this post was painful in so many levels im sorry
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