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Post by Salted Squid on Dec 2, 2016 13:35:27 GMT -5
I feel like Skylar's gonna end up having some major beef with Belle lmao
no you may not kill my patients Friesenhahn!))
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2016 13:49:20 GMT -5
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Post by Salted Squid on Dec 2, 2016 14:18:30 GMT -5
The group leader VS. The partially mute doc
I love it so much))
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2016 14:19:47 GMT -5
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Post by Salted Squid on Dec 2, 2016 14:34:20 GMT -5
Well I gotta finish her form first xD plus I have to get ready for work))
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2016 14:37:08 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2016 14:47:16 GMT -5
(I'll start making a character.)
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Post by Nighteyes on Dec 2, 2016 15:14:22 GMT -5
(I get the feeling all the medics may have beef with Belle x'D)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2016 15:22:17 GMT -5
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 2, 2016 16:46:58 GMT -5
(I AM HERE!)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2016 17:07:43 GMT -5
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 2, 2016 17:16:44 GMT -5
Rolf knocked on the door of Belle's office, trying to ward off utter exhaustion and aching limbs, and ignore the pain in his ankle, which he'd knocked against a door earlier in the day trying to reach a patient. He hated being the messenger; but as the oldest; and most experienced medic- haven attended medical school to train to be a doctor- he felt it was his responsibility to deliver the news and keep an eye on everybody.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2016 17:52:51 GMT -5
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 2, 2016 19:54:56 GMT -5
(That question can be taken in two ways, and I'm trying really really hard to be mature about it) Rolf entered, a sullen look in his eyes and a serious expression. He didn't sit, instead hovering in the doorway. 'We've ran out of morphine.' He said. 'I can't treat any serious wounds. We're low on iodine and I only have a few boxes left of ibuprofen and paracetamol; and maddie is running dangerously low on Adderall. She's bad enough as it is on her low dosage without having none at all.' He leaned against the door frame. 'I suggest we send people further into the town- perhaps a small scouting team ahead of a group of runners.'
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2016 20:18:02 GMT -5
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 2, 2016 20:23:57 GMT -5
(I say it too I'm just really immature ATM and I don't know why π) Rolf had watched her with a nervous tic in his hand, which he'd tried to keep under control by clenching it into a fist. He ran a hand through his hair, not daring to speak back to her, and then he followed as she left, flinching away from the side of her which held the gun. 'What do you need to see from the medical ward?' He asked, eventually plucking up the courage.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2016 20:30:27 GMT -5
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 2, 2016 20:34:42 GMT -5
'We use only the amount that is needed for certain procedures.' Rolf assured her, walking to a storage cupboard and pulling a key from around his neck, unlocking it and opening the door. Inside was the sparce remains of the medical supplies. 'As you can see, we're running low... we need some of everything if I'm to be honest. Inhalers, bandages, antibacterial spray...' he began to run off a list on his hands of what they needed, his expression concerned.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2016 20:44:09 GMT -5
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Post by Bloodrose on Dec 2, 2016 20:47:43 GMT -5
'We need morphine to put them out so they can't feel us removing the actual bullet- then we need to clean the wound, and then bandage it up. After that, we need to clean it every day and replace it with a fresh bandage, or the wound becomes infected.' He explained, examining her to try and figure out what she was thinking, extremely concerned for the wellbeing of his patients.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2016 20:51:14 GMT -5
Corinne Beckett - 16 - Runner Corrine is a wee young girl, weighing in at about 90 pounds and standing at 4'11", of about 16. She is skinny and short-statured, but with long, muscled legs, contrastingly longer than her upper half, and her ribs pop out of her clothing like glockenspiels. Corrine has a blunt, round face with a round button nose and small ears, a vein uncomfortably visible at her temple. Her arms are weirdly long, hairless, and skinny, her fingers spindly and nimble. She has medium but blotchy skin dotted with darker freckles, especially around her nose. Her hair, dense, curly strands "like uncooked Top Ramen," as her mother often said, is golden, voluminous, and shoulder-length. Cat Eye eyeglasses top off the look, framing eyes colored a farrago of muddy browns. Corrine usually wears a cardigan of a shade of warm brown, a scarf tied around her waist like a karate belt, and a velvety choker around her neck, skin-tight black leggings, adorned with tears, covering her legs. She carries a single piece of white chalk with her wherever she goes, as she likes to leave markers should she lose her way. She carries a small pocketknife as a secondary weapon, but her main defenses are her strong, limber legs and powerful core/torso. | Corrine is extremely passive and easygoing. She doesn't dismiss discipline, but hardly cares when receiving it. She takes others seriously to a sometimes awkward extent, small problems eliciting great worries in her. Corrine often latches onto things for a long time, not forgetting nor forgiving. She is disobedient, taking the more difficult route for the sake of genuineness. She finds it sad that she might have to hold a grudge should the circumstances call for it. She is naturally pessimistic in her own aggravated sort of way. Corrine is completely inattentive, which causes her to look indifferent on the outside, but if something is important enough, she will find herself remembering it. She appreciates diversity and self-expression. She is easily subdued, but not easily frightened, and does not listen to her instinct, doing what she thinks necessary. She believes she is not particularly social, but in actuality loves to impress and humor others. She finds it easier to be angry than hurt. She is slow to anger and is extremely slow to pick up on the anger of others until it's too late. She doesn't have much of a capacity for understanding, but tries to help others when they need it. She is a better listener than talker unless being addressed by a superior. Corrine is adaptive and observant, but easily humored and content to let her hidden jolliness free. | Long before the apocalypse, Corrine lived with her mother, Trina Smith, and a Beckett woman named Tajbetha. An only child, she had nothing better to do than listen. She highly suspected the brother of the pale, freckly old widow who lived with her and her mom was her father, but never said anything. She met Alessandra, a juvenile delinquent, when she was traipsing through heavy snow one day. She found herself repelled by the Alessandra, but found herself walking alongside the creepy girl in shared silence. She later found herself helpless to the girl's affections. Corinne was kicked out of her house at age 15. She had always been a passive, gentle girl, and so had her weak mother, who was forced by Tajbetha not to say her goodbyes as Corinne left. Corinne spent the following months a vagabond. She avoided homeless shelters, instead living in forest, her shelter a scrappy tent she found in a Dumpster. She used her scant savings, mainly pennies found on the ground and cash scrounged from odd jobs, to buy food and maybe a cheap bottle of body wash, which she would use to bathe in the nearby pond once a month. She was starving, her joints jutting from skin like a tarp, but refused to get help. She walked to school and felt ashamed knowing she was filthy as she was. To her, the apocalypse was an opportunity for a blank slate. Corrine didn't care about her 'petty' history. She just wanted to be free and create a new reputation for herselfβthat is, if she'd ever had one. Corinne's most recent action was to steal glasses from the optometrist's. She knocked the lenses from other glasses until she found her match, and then inserted them in the Cat Eye frames. She figured it'd be her own little 'emblem' thereon.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2016 21:00:34 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2016 21:01:10 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2016 21:06:23 GMT -5
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Post by Salted Squid on Dec 2, 2016 21:22:47 GMT -5
I'm finally home from work, and just finished Skylar's form cx ))
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2016 21:29:31 GMT -5
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Post by Salted Squid on Dec 2, 2016 21:32:55 GMT -5
Ye, this will be fun cx))
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2016 21:34:57 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2016 22:42:38 GMT -5
{{ Okay a few things - 1. everyone who joined is accepted, I'll you in a minute. 2. the kids sleep in the library for the most part, but the holding area for the food and the main 'common' area is the gym. the old classrooms are used as the medical wings. 3. gumball - yes your charrie is leader, but please don't be sending out groups of scouts without my okay first please, as is on the front page, there does have to be some form of realism as to how many and where etc. 4. same goes with making plots, I would like to have the final okay on anything major, suggestions are welcome anytime. with this one, I am okay with it, as it is reasonable and makes sense, but I also feel it can't be the main plot for a long time. they can't last long without food so if that problem isn't sorted soon, then there will be no one left to rp, ya know? }}
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2016 22:49:09 GMT -5
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