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Post by Suyoi on Oct 5, 2012 22:44:41 GMT -8
Dr. Victor nodded slowly at Volya, inching backwards to get to the balcony. He attempted to keep his voice as calm as possible, given the circumstances. "We will find you some antibiotics. If there's no one else in line, can you send Patti in? I'm sure-" The night swallowed the doctor, suddenly making him catch his breath. He quickly whipped the towel off from around his waist and wrapped it securely around his right arm, wrist, and hand. The image of blood appeared in the depriving darkness... the steaming blood that poured out, the fevered and infested blood from one of the zombies. It's an infection with a short incubation period. It's an infection and that man has it. I can't be in here with him, in this darkness."Right, Volya. Uhm, I suggest just leaving and getting Patti. Grab what you can of your clothes. Why does everyone think I care about their nudity anymore than I care about the time of day? People are ever strange about modesty. Don't they know that I'm a doctor?" His voice broke like the predicating darkness at his favorite utterance of his professional title. The doctor hoped the sliding glass door was unlocked; he attempted to get outside as fast as possible and to re-secure the door.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Oct 5, 2012 23:48:21 GMT -8
The doctor got out onto the balcony, dreading the Russian's incipient zombitude, and shut the sliding glass door behind himself.
It was intensely cold, one hundred and ten feet above the city streets, wind tearing at the towel and his skin, exposing his tender bits to the night air.
After wincing in the wind he untangled his eyelashes enough to see the world beyond. There were still streetlights on, not far away. Some flickered badly. In the distance, some buildings still had power, but others had the flickering or were dark like this one. Rolling blackouts, it seemed.
Below, people could be seen in the streets, some moving with purpose, chasing or fleeing, some staggering as if blind, and others engaged in violence. Occasional cars still careened madly down roads where they were open, hoping in vain to find a way out of town that wasn't jammed shut. Intermittent gunshots and screams were dull as casual conversation at this height, and the wind in his ears louder than all.
*TONK* A sound on the glass behind. Volya stood on the other side of the glass, looking at him in confusion. Then he shrugged his shoulders, opened the hanging blinds wide, and walked off into the darkness. The doctor could see a flickering orange light from the living room cast on the wall near the bathroom, and didn't feel like going inside ever.
Inside... Sandy- "Oh my god, you guys are great! Um, the guy who brought the candles, what's your name?"
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Oct 6, 2012 0:09:45 GMT -8
Davin and Tyrone bustled into the room with armloads of bedding, followed shortly by Sarah, who sidled up to Nat. Tyrone- "God in heavun, this is a gian' mess. Make way, people."
Davin- "This is all we could manage, and I REALLY don't think it's safe to muck around out there in the dark. I hope it's enough."
Sarah- "Nat, I don't want to let you out of my sight again!"
Sandy, Sonya, and Woman 2- "Awww!" Volya came into the room. Volya- "The doctor is kind of weird guy. Maybe an exhibitioner?"
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Post by Suyoi on Oct 6, 2012 8:31:47 GMT -8
Dr. Victor shivered. The strange night silence was attempting to shake him off the balcony, but the detrimental primitive light danced dangerously close for his tastes. Death from exposure on the left, death from ... stupidity on the right. Oh, how nice everyone is to me! They bring me warm food, and warm clothes. They listen to my advice and help secure a dangerous situation. They speak English and respect the authority and knowledge! The sudden draft took his callow train of thought and blew it half-way across the city. "Why won't this place just leave me be?" The good doctor began to shield himself against the glass window, awaiting the sound of carnage to erupt from the diseased man as he tore into the flesh of the unsuspecting people. Why hasn't he gotten Patti? Where the fuck were my fresh clothing? Why can't I- DAMNED ITS CHILLY! Dr. Victor sneezed. With his failing will, the good doctor slid the lass door open as slowly as could a man succumbing to uncontrollable convulsions. He strained his ears against the whistling wind to catch any sound of possible death throes or calamity which might have befallen. Only being satisfied of a lack of carnage by mere seconds, he stepped back ino the room, though he left the door open enough to jump back out if needed. And go where, Chucky? Going to jump over to the other balcony? Maybe down floor by floor like some video game? Even his own keen intellect soured like chunky-style milk in a bachelor pad. The doctor, like a wounded, half-frozen caribou, bound to the bedroom's door and made sure it was shut and secure. He then hollered, attempting to keep his voice sounding in control. He managed to make it sound akin to an over-privillaged five year old watching commercials about candy or toys. "SOMEONE BRING ME A DAMNED PAIR OF PANTS AND SHIRT! I WANT CLOTHES NOW! SOMEONE GO AND GET PATTI! I WANT PATTI NOW! SOMEONE GO AND GET MY FLASHLIGHT! I NEED MY FLASHLIGHT NOW! SOMEONE GO AND GET ME SOME FOOD! But, of all these needs I ask for, I CAN DO THE REST MYSELF IF I HAD A FUCKING PAIR OF PANTS!" The doctor sunk dejectedly against the door, removing the towel from around his arm and hand, using it like a security blanket. Why don't people ever respect the twenty years I devoted to saving peoples' lives? Don't they even understand how much I've all ready given up to humanity? I just want the basic necessities of life; food, clothing, shelter. It's not like I'm asking for much more than those things. Dr. Victor wiped away some excess ocular drainage from his cold cheek with numbed fingers.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Oct 6, 2012 11:44:16 GMT -8
Doctor Victor noticed his flashlight was in the room already. Convenient! But no pants.
Tyrone looked in the door at him. Tyrone- "Sorry man, no one got you eny draw'rs out thera. Too busy lookin' for beds 'n' such. Hey..." He looked back in the other room. "Could y'all move that mess over by th' window t' make room for Doc? Thanks." He looked back to the bedroom. "Fire's as far off as it'll get. I'll get y' some pants." He took off. Tyrone took a large candle and left the apartment.
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Post by Suyoi on Oct 6, 2012 12:03:43 GMT -8
The doctor yelled out of the small crack in the door after the security guard. "DON'T FORGET PATTI! Preferably pants before Patti I suppose... BUT PATTI ALSO!" Dr. Victor paced impatiently around the room, snatching up the flashlight and turning it on. He passed the time practicing swinging the flashlight around like some sort of sword, ignoring the various clicks, wheezes, and obtuse bumps that would undoubtedly cause him to panic further than necessary. His mind wandered over to something he could control... sort of. So what if logic and reason, morality and civilization is gone as we know it. To the nine hells with it all, the one thing that can still be sustained, even with humanities errors and flaws, is science. Deduce you fool! Infection. If he's still mobile, he needs rest. Maybe he's just a carrier or some other sort of problem. Mary caused people to kill themselves to gain greater control over them. That and laughter. If she has some sound control... or maybe it wasn't auditory, but visual?
What about the fever, Dr. Victor! Concentrate! Cold fish-cold fish like your cold feet... Fevers are caused by the bodies response to fight off invaders... trying to cook them out, in basic laymen terms. If the body is trying to cook it out, maybe it thrives in heat? After all, we keep dead bodies cold to prevent further deterioration. Maybe that's what Mary was so pent up about going all 'fiery/hellish?' Sad, though, the poor ruskie has to be a victim to it. Duration and onset of the final, uhm, symptom will be useful.
But, Patti may be the only one who has the balls to do what needs to be done. If I had the medical equipment, I most certainly could handle it! But, considering how little potassium I have access to... Blah, I'm thinking in as many circles as I am pacing in! Onset, initial symptoms, final outcome. If the ruskie is getting sick, how is it transmitted? It must be some form of virus then? Transmitted by body fluids? Could other people who've been wading in the muck and mire be affected too? Should we initiate droplet precautions? Quarantine? How do I tell the others without starting some sort of panic? Oh, shit, are we all infected?
Easy, doctor, easy. All this time practicing and now you're going to blow it simply because you're wearing a towel in an abandoned apartment building with a possible pandemic eradication of human kind just shooting the shit to some chicks in the other room... Why can't I just turn the brain off? It's all Patti's problem now. I did my part.
How the HELL did Mary paralyze me? It must be something less... sciency. Maybe... Oh, hell no. Don't EVEN try that path, Dr. If there was some magic in the world, you wasted twenty years on saving lives when you could have been searching for some old lamp at the bottom of the desert! Ectoplasmic apparitions aren't exactly true science, but they did call it something or other... Mmm... Seedless raspberry jam mixed in vanilla yogurt and a tall sparkling lime spritzer to wash it down with...The doctor let his thoughts continue to occupy his time as meandering and erratic as his personality was.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Oct 6, 2012 12:09:33 GMT -8
About the paralysis, he couldn't help but recall - It felt like he could actually twitch his muscles, send the signals, but that he was held in a giant external vise - like an iron maiden...
Not paralysis, but constraint? Invisible bondage?
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Oct 6, 2012 12:45:55 GMT -8
Tab Patti heard her name yelled next door. Shit, what now? She flicked the safety on the pistol and ran next door, nearly crashing into Tyrone at the door. He didn't look panicked. "What the hell's going on in there?"
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 6, 2012 13:05:43 GMT -8
Tyrone- "Doc's come undone. Imma get him some drawers, he's callin' for you. Careful now, he ain't playin' with a full deck."
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Post by Gillsing on Oct 6, 2012 13:13:35 GMT -8
tab "Ben here," Ben said as he approached Patti, Tyrone and Alex. He figured he'd better announce himself before someone thought he was a zombie or something, shambling around in the darkness as he was. Then he paused briefly with his foam mattress outside the door to the 'empty' apartment, waiting to hear "what the hell was going on in there" before actually stepping inside.
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Post by DKender on Oct 6, 2012 13:25:44 GMT -8
Alex could hear the doctor hollering from the empty apartment near Anna's place. He needed pants? What happened to his old pants? Maybe he used them as tourniquets. But if that was so, who'd been injured? Alex supposed he could offer the doctor HIS pants, for medical purposes. He did wear boxers. But he really, really, really didn’t want to be pantless. He felt exposed enough without a shirt. Ben approached (with a mattress - good find, Sensei), and Alex nodded once at his greeting. Then, he stepped into the candlelit room. It had transformed into a sprawling mess of bedding and mattresses that was considerably larger than Anna's place. Scanning the dimly lit faces, Alex wondered where everyone would sleep. He'd bet his last dollar that Ben spent the night sandwiched between his fanclub. Nat had his coworker to keep him company. Alex realized, suddenly, that he felt lonely. Where was Micah? The doctor might know. Hey ... what if Micah was the one who needed a tourniquet? Maybe he HAD been attacked in the train. "MICAH!" he shouted. "Micah, you here?" Alex hears Micah in another room and leaves the empty apartment.
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Post by kilnarak on Oct 6, 2012 15:07:37 GMT -8
"Oh, um. I'm Nathaniel. Or, um, Nat if-if you like..." He smiled a bit shyly at Sandy. "Um, there are... there are kind of a lot of candles still here, if, um, if anyone wants to take them? W-we can use them to light some of the room... I, ah, I was hoping for flashlights, too, but I couldn't find any..." Nat was cut off when Sarah bustled in. He smiled sheepishly at her. "Oh! Of course. Um. Sorry, I-I would have gone with you, but I was carrying the doctor's bag..." He paused to set down his candle, careful-like and well away from his bag and the lighters - best not to tempt fate and set it near something flammable. "I... I wish I'd found more supplies. But, um, I guess we should wait 'til morning to look?" Nat flinched slightly when he heard the doctor yelling in the other room, turning quick to look over that way. Maybe he shouldn't have brought back candles, given the man's fear of fire - but everyone else seemed appreciative of the light. Nat looked at Sarah, worried. "Should I put out the-the light for him...?"
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 6, 2012 18:05:34 GMT -8
Sandy - "Cool, thanks man. "
Sandy took a candle from Nat.
Sandy - "Hey... do you guys think we should like, go door to door and see if anyone needs help or wants to help us? There's like, a million floors here, surely a lot of people are still home."
Davin - "I don't know what's causing all this to happen, but it could be dangerous. Where did those 'zombies' come from? What makes someone turn into one? We don't know if we knock on a door that a zombie won't answer. Sounds risky."
Sonya - "What if someone is hurt and needs help though? Old people and children. I worry for them..."
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Post by Suyoi on Oct 6, 2012 18:45:42 GMT -8
Dr. Victor banged his head against the door. He did it once more, attempting to jar some sense into his hijacked mind. "Hey, whoever is out there, Volya is not well. We need to get his temperature down. Someone get the tub filled with cold water and have him submerge himself in it... uh, please? We have to fight his temperature before he cooks himself from the inside out. Fuck it all. I need people to quit their petty bitching and start trying to work together? For crying out loud, why are you all just sitting around in the dark? Aren't some of you managers? Manage the situation! "If you want to have some sort of Hyper Emotional Lilith Fair reunion tour because you're a bleeding heart, and get yourself killed, go right ahead. As far as I'm concerned unless you serve some useful purpose, you're part of the problem. I know it sounds harsh, but I doubt you'll hear any less words from Mary or whatever else is lurking out there." The good doctor hoped no one implied some sort of hypocrisy on his part for refusing to come out from his position in the abandoned bedroom. After all, Mr. Page had indicated he would fetch proper clothing and Patti would be able to deliver the important niceties and rephrase what needed to be said for those of more tender sensibilities. Pants, then IV fluids, and close monitoring... I need antibiotics... or maybe just additional clotting factors? Hrm. The ice pack placed at the neck and groin could rapidly decrease his body temperature. Maybe it was heating him up to... Woah, that's a little too archaic. Smoking out a fever, Dr? What's next? Leeches? ... LEECHES?!? Blood letting... like I could actually find a microscope? If it is a pathogen, blood or body fluid... GAH.
"Look, can you just make sure he stays as cool as possible? While there's still time?"
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Oct 6, 2012 18:47:31 GMT -8
Tab Patti tucked the pistol in her shorts and waved at the room with what she hoped was a calming gesture. "Hey, doc, can you calm down for a second? I'd like to come in and talk to you, but I'd appreciate it if you could say something that made me confident you weren't about to start crawling on the ceiling. Okay?"
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