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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jul 14, 2004 2:56:20 GMT -5
Bassarov walks down the hall alone, and sees that no one has bothered to take Helene to the medical area. Am I the only one around here that gives a d'amn about anything? He picks her up and takes her there so Kisa, Janele, and Usha can tend to her. That situation is deeply upseting, since Bassarov was only a friend to her, and has not recollection of the things she accused him of. He remembers being alone with her only once, and that was for a political discussion. He shakes his head. He doubts she would lie about such things, but it really seems impossible.
He leaves her there, but says nothing since he is more concerned with Mischa who was screwing a lesbian during the meeting on Louhi. It hurts his feelings that he was betrayed by someone he was with for so many years, who knew him so well, and who shared the same political vision.
Bassarov goes back to his place and opens his medicine cabinet. There he removes some pain killers and pyschotropic drugs given to him by Lightmer Witmer, the Minister of Psychology.
He takes as many as he can until he collapses on his favorite geometrical gray sofa in a drug induced sleep.
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Post by Janele on Jul 14, 2004 2:58:02 GMT -5
I look up at Patrick and smile. [glow=maroon,2,300]Just a patient I had today. Come to think of it. I should go look for her... She is ready to deliver any day now.[/glow]
She steps away from Patrick and smiles again. [glow=maroon,2,300]You come with me and help me if you like?[/glow] She says.
Janele then turns away from him and starts to walk toward where she last spotted Helene. She then sees Bassarv cross her view carring Helene.
She tilts her head and follows him to the medical ward. [glow=maroon,2,300]Well, it looks like my search did not last very long.[/glow] She says to Bassarov with a smile. She then takes a look at Helene and notices the damp clothing she had. [glow=maroon,2,300]It looks like you are ready to deliver. We need to take your clothing off and put this gown on you.[/glow] She states, motioning to the gown that was bye the counter.
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Jul 14, 2004 2:58:31 GMT -5
The minute Iltanesh leaves I walk into the room and take a seat. I feel bad for bringing bad news to Bassarov, or at least to him bad news. I find it difficult to understand why a man and a woman would wish to join in such a fashon, and impossable to understand why two men would. But it is not my concern. The damage is done to my friend. Silently I light a cigarette and begin to search for some food.
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Post by David Harker on Jul 14, 2004 3:08:46 GMT -5
IT is my first day working for the LIF, and already I don't know who to talk to. I signed up to kill vampires, but so far I haven't seen anything except for facist writings. It doesn't worry me, just confuses me. I begin to search for a leader...
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Post by Patrick on Jul 14, 2004 3:10:17 GMT -5
Patrick caugt the scent of a pregnent woman, it seemed that she was ready to deliver.
He was definatley not comfortable with that at all. Besides, he would be useless, he had no idea how to help.
"Nah, I'll sit this one out," he said with a somewhat shakey voice.
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Post by Vaeris on Jul 14, 2004 3:11:13 GMT -5
Need... what? Something is... wrong... terribly... horribly... wrong... who? Why? These... memories... what is... what...
My thoughts begin to encroach upon my physical demeanor, and my appearance becomes more frenzied. I bite my lip, and a trickle of blood begins to fall down my neck.
"Why... somebody... FIGHT ME!" I scream at the top of my lungs. "I... NEED... REVENGE!"
My eyes are now haunted and murky, wild and wholly insane.
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Post by Riku on Jul 14, 2004 3:16:02 GMT -5
i walk into the medical ward, going the long way around it seems some people beat me here. i frown as i look around, noticing bassarov i see he is asleep. that isnt good.... i look at janele and helene, taking a step back i glance around. i think im in the wrong place...
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Jul 14, 2004 3:17:28 GMT -5
(OOC riku Bassarov is in his room. Not in the med dispensery.)
Hmmm... Siberian Cherry. Valodya's favorite. I pause from my cooking. I called him Valodya... That's strange. I'm sorry that what you saw hurt you, I will try to make amends. I take the food that I cooked, poorly mind you, and carry it up to Bassarov's bedroom. I knock on the door and get no reply. I knock again, still nothing. I sense something strange from him, so I kick open the door, set down my food and run up to his side...
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Post by Janele on Jul 14, 2004 3:22:19 GMT -5
Janele nodds to Patrick. [glow=maroon,2,300]Ok, your choice.[/glow] She says, watching him leave. She then glances around for bassarov. She notices that he left.
Janele hangs her head ans sighs. I get no help... That dang father should be here. She then hears a shaky voice and sees that Riku walked in.
She then gets a sinister grin. [glow=maroon,2,300]No, you are in the right place. Go wash your hands and put some scrubs on. I might need you to hold her hand.[/glow] Janele says firmly.
She walks over to him and pushes him towards the sink. Her eyes turn to slits. [glow=maroon,2,300]You WILL help me.[/glow] She states.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jul 14, 2004 3:23:31 GMT -5
Bassarov wakes up a little, but is dizzy and confused. The room is spinning and blurry. His head is pounding. After a few moments he notices that Zero is with him.
"...I am just taking a nap right now....I am...fine...."
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Jul 14, 2004 3:26:12 GMT -5
He must be overdosing! my mind races. I grab the man by the waist and with a strength unbecoming of someone my size I carry him into the bathroom. I hit him with a wave of telepathic energy, one not meant to harm but to shock into a state of arousal. As soon as he is consious I force him to vomit, then say "Bassarov, are you okay? Suicide is not a solution to your problems. Neither is drugs. You helped me so I will help you." I say. My voice is shaky but sincere.
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Post by Riku on Jul 14, 2004 3:29:45 GMT -5
i start to go backwards but she pushes me towards the sink. hey watch it..., im not the docting type... im not good at this.... i turn around and glare at her. .... fine i'll help.. but if she doesnt remember whne she comes to, make sure it stays like that... i have a reputation to keep.... i turn around and wash my hands then summon scrubs on, then put soome gloves on, . i turn and glare at janele again.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jul 14, 2004 3:32:19 GMT -5
Bassarov wipes his mouth, and feels a little weak and shakey. "Those are just some pills I recieved from Lightmer Witmer a while back. The dosage is confusing. Perhaps I accidentally took too many. Oh, but thank you." Bassarov says trying to be somewhat composed. He slumps onto the floor and leans up against the sink, he still pale, cold and shaken. "You shouldn't worry. I am perfectly fine."
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Jul 14, 2004 3:35:22 GMT -5
"You helped me to find myself after I was stripped of everything. I owe you a life." I pause. I don't want to hurt Bassarov more than I have to, but I have little choice. He can't improve until he faces his demons. "You forget that I am telepathic, I know that you are not fine...
(OOC scrubs are the disposible outfits that you wear on your arms and torso)
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jul 14, 2004 3:43:04 GMT -5
"Fine, I will tell you how I feel." He pulls himself up and splashes his face with water. He leaves the bathroom and walks into the living room. He sits down and motions for Zero to also take a seat. He feels sick and empty inside.
"Sometimes people want too much from me. I am only a human. I can have limits on how much I can take. Right now...I feel very angry and confused. Firstly, since I have no idea what happened with Helene and secondly, because I care for Mischa, but also see him as an asset to the rebel movement. Then, when things are most critical, he left and... well, he did not act responsibly and with everyone in mind." Bassarov articulates. He is surprised that he can express himself so clearly since he feels utterly trashed.
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