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Dec 8, 2012 20:47:23 GMT -8
Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Dec 8, 2012 20:47:23 GMT -8
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Dec 31, 2012 23:23:55 GMT -8
Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Dec 31, 2012 23:23:55 GMT -8
Doc V had come without incident. He hadn't seen a zombie. Once the darkened lost city at night made him imagine Mary in every bit of congealed darkness, but now it was a bit easier.
The guard let him in the back door. He radioed his arrival. Lee collected the doctor and brought him up.
It was, given recent experiences, a shockingly well-mannered affair.
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Jan 1, 2013 10:56:58 GMT -8
Post by Suyoi on Jan 1, 2013 10:56:58 GMT -8
Dr. Victor nodded at Lee, offering him a gentle nod. "What?" The good doctor shrugged, shaking his head a bit. "Oh, nothing, Lee. Just in a good mood today. Has things gone smoother? Well, less along the weird lines? I... I uh might just want to try and talk with Dr. Green out here, rather than, y'know, in the hall of the Administration." He hummed a bit, casting almost wary glances down the dimming halls. He knew there number of people who came by the UWMRC had been dwindling; it was only natural, he surmised, as things balanced out. The weight in his pocket felt suddenly heavy and the Dr. Victor slowed his pace through one of the unlabeled corridors. Several thoughts seemed to flood his mind at once, little images and flashes of Franco, Green, Wallace, Parson and Feingold.
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Jan 1, 2013 20:13:24 GMT -8
Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jan 1, 2013 20:13:24 GMT -8
Lee- "Hell, no problem chief. Hey, is that a peace offering I smell?" They hustled up to the fourth at a reasonable pace.
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Jan 1, 2013 22:25:34 GMT -8
Post by Suyoi on Jan 1, 2013 22:25:34 GMT -8
Dr. Victor parceled out the small portion he set aside for Lee with the grace and subtlety of the whitest drug dealer in the world. "Here, Lee. I set some aside just for you. I don't want to sound like a broken record with the whole... you know, but, if you want a breather from this place, you're more than welcome to crash a few nights over at our building." Lee- "Doctor Victor, you are a god among men. Thanks." The good doctor followed, matching Lee's pace. He had hoped a night visit would mean minimal staff, like the last night shift he had worked at the hospital. Funny to be bringing that night up, Charles. He shoved the remaining bud deep within his pocket, absently waving his hand around, trying to fan the scent off his clothing. With a steady hand, he moved to glance down the corridor. "Well, I guess I should have asked... where the hell do you guys sleep around here? I mean, I know I should have asked, uhm, sooner, but I usually don't get my favorite security guard to pal around with." Lee- "Folks staked out offices a few days after it started, y'know? I gotta let Franco know you're here, but I bet tonight we can go straight to Green after that. Haha. Green." "What about food? Have you had any luck starting something for yourselves? Mike's not too bad, well, his wife had a decent garden, and I think he knew a thing or two about it as well." Lee- "Making stuff? No. Got deals going with some enclaves north and west. They bring us stuff." "I... I really just want to give Mike a good night, a breather, for a change. This place... this place just isn't a good place to stay cooped up in. Too sterile." Lee- "Yer tellin' me!!" Lee left Doc V. solamente for three minutes, then came back to escort him the last bit. They got to Mike's "bedroom" and knocked. Mike- "Victor, by god... You do like to push your luck. Come in!"
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Jan 2, 2013 13:40:18 GMT -8
Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jan 2, 2013 13:40:18 GMT -8
He had a hospital bed, but draped with luxurious linens - a trade item? It looked like he'd collected every bit of vaguely Africa-themed office sculpture from the whole campus to cozy up the place. There were a few small couches and a desk cluttered with notes and work-related miscellany. Mike- "Welcome to my humble abode. I'll see you later, Lee."
Lee- "Peace out, y'all. I'm gonna be in this floor's lobby, Dr. Victor. Come get me on your way out."
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Jan 2, 2013 14:24:11 GMT -8
Post by Suyoi on Jan 2, 2013 14:24:11 GMT -8
Dr. Victor stepped into the room, nodding solemnly. He frowned a bit at the appliqué that Mike had chosen to adorn the room. It wasn't exactly how he remembered the man, white picket fence, wife and young girl, ugly looking garden, lazy golden retriever... but it probably what he wanted in school. "So, looks like you and your guys have done well living off the picks of the land, Mike. Really? Isn't that some tribal fertility statue or some such nonsense?" He picked up the small round make-shift paperweight. Mike- "That's the odd one out. Rest of this stuff is African, or at least inspired by the motherland. That's whitefolks, or paleolithic whitefolks at least. It's my token of Bebe."
"Hey, I brought you a present." Dr. Victor passed Mike the remaining bag of weed with a blank look. "I thought you could use a pick me up from what we've been able to grow. There's plenty more where that came from at the other building." Mike- "If I didn't know better, I'd say you were trying to pitch me on something. " "I was not going to ask again; I'm sure you still have some kind of patients bustling about or lumbering or, whatever they're doing on those other floors." Dr. Victor started to thumb through the notes on the desk as he spoke, hoping the not-so-medical-marijuana would keep him occupied for the time being. The notes were more concerned with understanding the zombies, included a few forms of advanced chemistry notation that Victor had never bothered to learn, but seemed to go nowhere."Mike, in all honesty, though, I think you'd really like to have a night off. When was the last time you went out and had a really good time? We've got music, dancing, and a bunch of college kids just bubbling with their teenage pent up frustrations, not to mention we've reinvented gambling and poker." Mike- "You really are! I don't know... It really feels like, if I wasn't here... The path of least resistance for this place would be straight to hell. Plus I'm the best qualified to deal with patients." "Come on, man, what the hell does Franco have over you? Don't give me this whole 'patient responsibility' bull shit. You're whoring out the profession for trinkets and blankets. These sheets aren't even as good as the one's I took from some guy who just never came back to the building." He began running his fingers over the material, clearly jealous on some level. Mike- "Victor, do you really want to get into it?" "I know you care for these people and that's all well and good. Caring is a good thing. But Franco's running this place like some sort of asylum for the criminally insane and he's treating the staff just as poorly as the patients. He's lost it, Mike. And he's not going to be coming back any time soon." Mike- "That's exactly why I have to stay, man!" "Just one night, Mike. Come for just one night? We'll really have a good time, kick back, toss a few drinks. Hell, even Bebe has cut loose somewhat. What do you say, hmm?"
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Jan 2, 2013 18:48:59 GMT -8
Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jan 2, 2013 18:48:59 GMT -8
Mike- "Well... If you're just talking about a short excursion, really... Kinda hard to say no, isn't it? Well, let's chill a minute while I toss it over in my head... Want a toke?" Dude had rolled a well-proportioned J.
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Jan 2, 2013 22:27:46 GMT -8
Post by Suyoi on Jan 2, 2013 22:27:46 GMT -8
Charles took the joint, a little awkwardly. He shrugged a bit, more than thankful it was all ready lit. He leaned heavily in the chair Mike had used for his studies, pulling it around. After a few short measured puffs, he choked, coughed, and handed it back. "Smooth... god -hack- why didn't I think of -wheeze- brownie mix like the old days? God, get me a good magic brownie and I'd soar through classes with the greatest of ease back in the day. Shit, no one really cared. Not that I didn't have an unfair advantage, but for crying out loud, it's not brain surgery." Mike- "I had forgotten about your memory trick. Some people get all the cool aberrations."
"I ever tell you how pissed off Linda would get when I would repeat EXACTLY what she said to me? She would just get all red in the face and storm off. God, I loved fucking with that woman sometimes... man, she just needed a little break from it all, Mike. Why do women try to change who you are and men try to keep women the same way? I never understood that whole thing." Mike- "Bastard I am, I never did a thing for 'em... Still don't know why they give me the time of day. I used to think less of them for it. That just ain't cool." Another toke, another pass. After about half an hour... "Man, Mike. You really think you can get all those formulas out into one chemical chain, like... for real? Do you think, like, do you think... really REALLY think, there's going to be an answer in that? That'd be so deep." Mike- "Whoa. I hadn't thought about, thought about the ... um... metaphysical ramifimations of it. Deep." "I bet Bebe could come over for a few hours. She's all up in that 'remove-the-head; destroy-the-brain' crap too. I wonder if Kaya has it but isn't dying or something. Wouldn't that be the best thing ever? If she was somehow fighting off the disease in that frail little body of hers?" Mike- "Um... No. You think so?" "If she had that going, hell, I'd kiss her and see if I'd catch it just to make sure. She could be the holy grail." Mike- "Yeah... Like, the Golden McGuffin." "Or... or she could just be some sick little girl dying like the world around her. Oh, man, my back feels like it's on fire again. I gotta stop, Mike, that's my warning sign." Mike- "That's... that's cool, man. This stuff... I don't remember it being that strong. It was just, a little little." "So, man, care to walk me home? I mean, I'm still cool to walk, not like I'd be driving anywhere. And I got my torch. I wonder if Micah calls it a torch? I never asked him. I bet Basil calls it a torch. You'd really get a kick out of Basil, though, Mike. He'd probably think you were some sort of champion, no angel, yeah angel's better, like an angel for the 'poor little darlings' of the world. Hell, we should just get you canonized, Mike." Mike- "HaHA. Yeah. *wheeze* Hm. You know what? I'm gonna go see Bebe. Who's gonna see us go and what would they do to stop us? Nobody and nothin' ..."
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Jan 3, 2013 1:58:22 GMT -8
Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jan 3, 2013 1:58:22 GMT -8
Dr. Green collected himself. Flashlight, billy club, belt, wallet... Why would he need that? Still...The two doctors walked down the hall and out into the lobby. They found Dr. Franco, Ms. Parson, and Lee talking. Franco looked up at them sharply. Franco- "Now. Now I see it. Dr. Victor, what do you suppose you're going to do tonight?"
Ms. Parson- "Bob, don't-"
Franco- "I DON'T REMEMBER ASKING YOU WHAT I SHOULD OR SHOULDN'T DO, HELEN!" He turned back to the two men, affecting a demeanor of mock calm. Lee and Helen just gawked, paralyzed. Franco- "Gentlemen, explain yourselves?"
Mike- "I was gonna walk Dr. Victor back to his building, since it's just a little way-"
Franco- "WERE YOU? ... I can see you have a flashlight and a weapon. You're leaving us, Mike."
Mike- "You'd think I'd pack more than-"
Franco- "DON'T BULLSHIT ME, MAN!" Dr. Franco produced a revolver.
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Jan 3, 2013 11:24:38 GMT -8
Post by Suyoi on Jan 3, 2013 11:24:38 GMT -8
Dr. Victor gave Franco the blankest stare. He stepped in front of Mike, arms held wide, flashlight hanging limply. He held his ground, turning his head to the side, his tone somber and quizzical. "Bob, really? You think that using that damned gun is going to magically fix everything? You cling to that power like it's the last vestige of humanity, like it's the last thing you have. What the fuck, man. Can't you see that these people around ARE humanity? What the hell is killing going to do, set a fucking example?" Franco- "You think you're so fucking cool, don't you, Victor? You think you can tell ME what I'm thinking? I'm not going to shoot my people, you fucking nitwit..."
"Look around you, Bob, people are scared of you. You shoot us you're proving they're all correct. You really want to live up to their expectations? You want to be the big bad ass Franco? I don't think that's what you want. Put the gun away, Franco." Franco- "YOU NEVER FUCKING LISTEN! YOU'RE INSANE! I'M SICK OF YOUR SHIT AND I THINK THAT'S PRETTY FUCKING REASONABLE AT THIS POINT!"
Dr. Victor took a slow step towards Bob, hands still splayed outwards, though the grip on the flashlight tightened. Given the effect his words did not succeed he shot Lee a glance and tilted his head towards the doors, then glanced at Ms. Parsons, in hopes they would try and flee. Meanwhile, Franco took the subtle eye motions and the step forward as further evidence that Doc V was just not paying attention, and got crankier. The revolver was pointed pretty squarely at the good doctor. Franco- "LEAVE GREEN AND GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WARD OR-"
Doc Vic lunged at Franco, knowing if he tried to hit the gun, it might cause someone else to get shot. His goal was to try and wrestle the revolver from him, hoping Franco hadn't been bulking up as much as he had. Things didn't work out that way. Franco shot him in the head.
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Jan 3, 2013 20:04:37 GMT -8
Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jan 3, 2013 20:04:37 GMT -8
Lee burst from his seat in an instant, popping up into the air like a flea, and coming down on Franco like a ton of bricks. He was much smaller, but managed to knock the man down completely. On the way down another shot rang out.
Doc V knew he had planned to do something, was moving one way, but now he was moving the exact wrong direction, and couldn't remember what he'd been doing. Hey, there's Mike.
Mike came to his senses, though things were happening to fast to process completely. Why were his shoes covered in plaster? Was that a look of recognition on Victor's face when he upended? But the gun made sense - it was the cause of the trouble. He hopped over its arc as Franco fired it a third time, and came down on the bastard's hand, stomping. Mike- "Let go of that fucking thing, you goddamn idiot!"
Franco- "OW! YOU ASSHOLE! I NEED THAT HAND!" He crushed it again, and dragged his foot over it, prying the gun free. It slid a few feet, and he grabbed it.
Helen was standing over Franco and Lee while they grappled, and made eye contact with Mike when he looked up. Helen- "Give me the gun, I'll cover him while you help Victor."
Mike- "Thank you Helen."
He passed her the gun and spun around to assess Victor's condition. The bullet had gone through the skull with such power that it didn't deform or expand - leaving clean, small bullet holes at two points on his cranium. Orange blood spurted and cerebral fluid welled from within. He applied pressure, hoping to get some help to do more quickly. Franco- "ARRGG, FUCK YOU IMBECILES! ARG!"
Lee- "MIND YOUR MANNERS, YOU-" He stopped talking when Franco made one last wild spasm and died. Helen had executed him. She calmly tossed the gun into a planter nearby and stood there, considering how to explain herself. Lee and Green looked at her intensely. Mike- "Is everybody done going fucking crazy yet? Someone wanna get our doctors in here?" They sprang into motion, doing their best to save Dr. Victor's life.
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Jan 3, 2013 20:45:56 GMT -8
Post by Suyoi on Jan 3, 2013 20:45:56 GMT -8
"I..." Rapid eye movement, there was something there with that. If he was shot, he knew it didn't really hurt, or did it and he was in shock? Wasn't there something ephemeral about the lack of pain- Charlie tried to scream, but couldn't. Was he trapped? What happened to the sound, the scent of sterility was gone, replaced with smoke, charred meat? There was Mary? No, that was Mike. ~Hey Mike. Why do you look so pissed off?~ A million images flashed through his mind like raindrops falling from a hurricane, all just as fleeting. But at least Mary was there to help keep the darkness back, though she put her finger through his skull. It was beginning to become almost cruel.
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Jan 9, 2013 22:33:44 GMT -8
Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jan 9, 2013 22:33:44 GMT -8
The next day... Lee- "Uh... just you? OK. Whddya want, chief?"
Thierry- "My good friend Dr. Victor came here last night. He doesn't seem to have come home."
Lee- "Oh no! That's terrible man. I wonder what happened to him."
Thierry- "Perhaps I'd better see someone in charge..."
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Jan 10, 2013 20:27:49 GMT -8
Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jan 10, 2013 20:27:49 GMT -8
Thierry- "You saw him last night?"
Dr. Green- "He's still here. Take it easy. Last night he was too stoned to go, and today he decided to help us with a project."
Thierry- "Oh. Why did Lee not know...?"
Dr. Green- "Lee can't know everything. Indeed, I am sorry we don't have phones to call people with and let them know... Yeah, Charles is just using his surgical acumen to help with some zombie research, over in building B."
Thierry- "Hm. Perhaps I should go see him?"
Dr. Green- "Sure. Let's go." How is Mike gonna wriggle his way out of this business?
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