>>ORIGINS - Dr. Victor!

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(Thank you Suyoi!)

[Suyoi]

It was beginning to warm up in Seattle, 'spring had sprung' as Dr. Victor was loathe to hear repeatedly through his workday. This constant obsession with the 'nice' weather seemed absurd, as everyone around was working in the heavily climate controlled building all day long. The longest shift was finally cleaning itself out. I need to put myself back on the night shift. People are actually sick or dying on the night shift. Uneventful, and lack of those fresh, youthful doctors, it had made him consider his decision to instate a private doctors' practice within the emergency room. Getting the younger MDs right out of school would be preferable; no children, no external lives or commitments. AND, something better to look at instead of the bulbous-faced, bristly, antediluvian blobs with PhDs written on stone tablets.

                Even with this wondrous 'spring' everyone was talking about, it was still pretty damned chilly by the time he could escape to the outdoors. As he neared his car, he remembered a goal of the week: to look for some books on piloting.

                The nearby University bookstore was on the Ave, a disgusting place littered with shambling runaway youths and cocky drug dealers. The parking was atrocious and he'd have to mingle with desperate students. No thanks. University Village was likewise somewhat of a hellscape this time of day, and he'd really rather go somewhere a bit more posh, even if it was a further drive.

                Traffic this time of day wasn't that awful going south, and he could laugh at those poor suckers on the other side of the road, coming home from their downtown jobs. He breezed into the underground parking, with plenty of spaces right near the front, how convenient.

                He glanced at the mall hours as he went inside, there was less than an hour left before closing, but it shouldn't take him long at all. Now, wasn't there a Barnes & Noble or a Borders or something around here? He wandered the mall, which was sparsely populated by tired looking office workers trying to find gifts to make it up to their spouse for never being home, or gaggles of suburban teenagers finding themselves rather metropolitan to be downtown. There was a faint sweet aroma, something like waffles cones that always seemed to permeate anything remotely mall-esque, and it reminded him of being a teenager. In the '90s, the mall was a hotspot for any teenager, even the alternative ones.

                He shook off the feeling, and remembered his frustration in trying to find the damned bookstore. Was he thinking of the other mall? He found a large empty storefront, where he swore a bookstore used to be. He sighed, and checked the directory. "Fireworks" claimed to have books, among several other things. He didn't feel hopeful about finding anything there, but decided to at least rule it out, since he'd paid for parking anyway.

                As soon as he entered, he was annoyed. A simple gift shop, with a small shelf of books in the back with sections like 'humor' or 'inspirational.' A real 'bookstore' alright. He turned on his heels to leave, irritated, and stepped back into the main hall. A fit black woman moved past him, he wondered for a moment if she was giving him a strange look.

                Outside the large glass windows, he could see the road in front of the mall. One could only drive for a block at a time, stopping for pedestrians each intersection, real hell when it was earlier and more populated. A movement caught his eye, and he saw a dark sedan wheel around the corner at a shocking speed. How ballsy, drag racing in the middle of downtown? In the distance, sirens. He'd nearly turned to continue on his way, when again, another car roared down the road, half rolling on to the sidewalk. This time, someone was in the crosswalk.

                The body flew in an absurd arc. From his angle, he saw the whole thing in profile, nothing like the way it was shown in movies with dramatic canted shots. Oh, so that's what they meant when they referred to the prodigal 'rag doll.' The body landed on the sidewalk, skidding several feet. The car didn't pause. Every pedestrian stopped and gasped, several running over to the victim. Everyone else on this floor of the mall likewise froze. All heads were turned. More cars roared down the road, careening, narrowly missing more pedestrians. Several people ran to escape inside the mall. Oh, dandy. Bomb threat, nuclear disaster, or terrorism? That gentlemen was decidedly dead and most definitely not worth the risk. Everything will sort itself out. Better tend to those closest to the mall at least... OH GOD MY CAR?!?!!
                Then the cell phones began ringing. First just one, and soon one by one, it seemed everyone was distracted by a vibrating phone. Sorry, Charlie, I am not heading back into that hole until I bring in the fresh meat. Ooo... maybe I should schedule myself to go and 'recruit.' Then, they stopped, all at once this time. Victor glanced at his own phone -- "No Service." It was 7:15 PM.

[Suyoi]

Dr. Victor is married...


to his job. He had a turtle which he recently gave away to a zoo after it achieved a massive size (6" with 2" fecal deposits on the carpet) So, there isn't any real person for the doctor. He usually doesn't give his real cell number because its specifically for his work. And he had a house phone number he gives out to dates...

which is disconnected. ^_^

He is number one, and he is the only one who he'd really care about...

except the cute physician, "pulling name out of hat" Allen Gregson... not that he would even mentally admit that.

[Suyoi]

Dr. Victor's Inventory:

iPhone 4, wallet, car keys, business card x10, hospital pass key, 3 generic Excedrine

Dr. Victor's Dufflebag:

1 bag of saline, 2 Epi-pens, 2 ace bandage wraps, 3 instant ice packs, 3 heat packs, pair of wooden splint stabilizers, stockpile of various bandages(band-aid style), a dozen gauze packs, 2 antiseptic ointment tubes, nurse tape, cloth tape, two suture sets, iv tubing, 2 butterfly needles.