403 - PARKING GARAGE Oct 11, 2012 19:27:57 GMT -8
Post by Suyoi on Oct 11, 2012 19:27:57 GMT -8
Dr. Victor glanced around, the soured milk face seeming to droop more as the camaraderie increased. He let the duffle bag slowly slip into his grip by his side. The arrival of Patti didn't seem to ease his troubled mood; especially as another person lumbered behind her. The good doctor tossed his head up and let loose a grumbling sigh. His neck snapped down, as his chin rested on his chest.
"I see now. We've gone from a bad goosebump book in the mall, to the scary watch tower in Disneyland and we finally rest here in the loving arms of the Girl Scouts and Salvation Army Depot? Do we have to go along handing out cookies as well? I swear, I should have just given up in med school and started a rock band. Nothing like finally paying off all your schooling debt only to have money become as useful as third nipple."
The good doctor moved towards the newest resident to emerge from the stairs, arms crossing over his chest, duffle thumping his hip. He by-passed the other source of his displeasure, the gaggle of optimistic youths who thought everything was suddenly cured. It's as if they think mommy had just come and wiped away their boo boos. Mindless sheep.
"We had sleep, if you can even call it sleep. We had a WONDERFUL time! Tell me, is there anyone here who is in charge or has the world succumbed to the hippie-dippy mindset of communal living?"
The doctor leaned close, eyes narrowing.
"Do you have coffee? Hot, black, vitriolic java?"