DKender
Only One Skeleton has the Power to Control both Life and Death, Light and Dark, Words and Blank Space, Our Humble Lives Continue Only by the Grace and Magnanimity of This Skeleton
Nay, let us walk from fire unto firey skeleton ...
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Post by DKender on Jun 12, 2013 16:31:57 GMT -8
The waiting room magazines were dusty and neatly arranged, with one exception: a copy of Highlights Kids was open on one of the chair seats. Somebody had been reading a Halloween poem from ye olde October 2011 issue.
"I wish I had a rocket ship. I'd blast off way up high. I'd bring a knife so I could carve that pumpkin in the sky ..."
and so on. The art complementing the poem depicted a grinning child piloting his cartoonish space ship to the jack o' lantern moon.[/i]
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jun 12, 2013 20:08:06 GMT -8
Anya looked around with a sigh of relief, all in her head. She checked out a couple of the magazines before grabbing the open book for Caleb. It might stop him grouching later on about the guitar.“So Wolf, do we separate or play it safe? Doesn't seem like it's been touched at all. Score!" She started down the hall becoming overconfident, it was after all just a run down old dentistry. Maybe the smilies had been drawn from the outside?
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Post by Dr. Jar on Jun 12, 2013 20:19:50 GMT -8
They hear a sound of movement, and then a man's voice calls out from the back of the office. Was there a candle back there? It had an unsteady, wavering tone that started low and become high within even the same sentence.
"Apple piiee in the skkkyy oohhhh. What a nice song. Yes, talk to me Highlights adventures! What stories do you contain in your pages? A voyage across he sea, children playing in a field....So good...yes People Magazine, what is the gossip about Mr. Pitt about? Heheee."
The others would notice the tanks of gases, including nitrous oxide in the backroom where the voice is coming from.
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Jun 12, 2013 20:22:48 GMT -8
"Who the shit's back there? We're not lookin' for trouble, we just need some medical supplies and we'll be on our way." Wolf was mad nervous, though he didn't let it come through in his voice. He shared some paranoid glances with Anya.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Jun 13, 2013 9:10:34 GMT -8
The voice stops singing, and talking to itself, and then pauses, and answers him in an entirely different tone. There is a quiet hiss of pressurized gas, and then it speaks again.
"Who has a cut that rounds the rut? Is it you or you? I don't smell any blood in there...Don't smell the smell, but I smell the fear. Where are you going, and where is a body going?"
The person does not expose themselves to him, and remains in the back room. He can see the faint glow of candle light from afar.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jun 13, 2013 15:04:06 GMT -8
"No fear here! Come out you junkie prick! We need those meds, we have a sick friend..." Anya inched closer to Wolf and raised her axe. She looked to Wolf for their next move. It wasn't going to be so easy after all, why hadn't she touched wood? Now they faced some gassed out freak.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Jun 13, 2013 15:30:19 GMT -8
There is a bit of shifting, and then someone hobbles out of the gloom back room, before walking smoothly with a few clops. A small, thin man in a fine business suit turned to face them, his eyes squinted shut as if more than a little tired. His face shape was such that it was difficult to tell how old he was, though a long scar split the side of his otherwise youthful face. Was he a teenager or was he in his 30's? A closer examination would reveal that his boots had a slight heel to make him seem more impressive than his current diminutive stature. He seemed well-kept for a junky, his hair slicked back with product.
"...Trying to find some medicine? Friends...it's the way of conquest...to take what is not yours. That is what man does." He rambles. In one hand he holds a copy of Highlights.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jun 14, 2013 23:31:54 GMT -8
It was just some skinny chump, too easy. Anya kept her axe up just in case though.“Well. I don't think it's exactly yours either to be fair. Have you been here long?”
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Jun 16, 2013 8:16:12 GMT -8
The dude's appearance and demeanor was completely freaking Wolf out. It was either a monster or a very irregular madness to develop in the face of this catastrophe.
Wolf had encountered some strange things, including a few that talked and seemed quite mad. They were very dangerous. This guy seemed different than those, as he hadn't mentioned Hell even once yet. Still, Wolf wasn't taking any chances.
He took one step closer towards the guy and peeked into one of the side rooms to make sure nothing was hiding in there waiting to pounce on him. He used the change in position as cover so that he could unsnap his holster for a quicker draw if it came to that."The girl's got a point. Unless you're Dr. Stuehling, DMD, I don't think you can make any real claim on the supplies here. We have a medical emergency and unless you've got a triage clinic hidden in one of these rooms, I think our need must take priority." "Are you going to tell us where we can find the stuff we need or not?"
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Post by Dr. Jar on Jun 16, 2013 20:52:54 GMT -8
The man makes an elaborate gesture, and then bows low to both of them present with great vigor, and a kind of flexibility that allowed his head to nearly touch his knee.
"What you are looking for is in the fourth door on the left, to be surely so... It is what you want, and certainly what you want most. Help your little friends, go forth, prosper, breed. Yes, go on, do these things...Ah, but what does the fourth door lead to I wonder? That is your discovery to make, to be sure! Oh an elephant in the room!"
The little man giggles and then steps back into the gas closet and turns it one of them on once more.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jun 16, 2013 23:17:44 GMT -8
“The fourth door? This is getting kooky, Wolf. As in the 'wearing a lady skin suits' kooky. Do we trust the gassed up freak?" Anya wandered cautiously up to the door, opened it to a slit and peeked in. Man, why didn't she bring a flash light?
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Jun 17, 2013 2:26:38 GMT -8
Wolf followed behind her and flanked the other side of the door with one hand clutching his wrench and the other planted on his pistol grip. He spoke in a hushed tone, in case something sat behind the door, listening for its opportunity."Swing it wide, but don't go in or stand in front of the door."
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Post by Dr. Jar on Jun 17, 2013 14:45:57 GMT -8
The hissing and a bit of giggling continues from the other closed door, but the door they chose to open is simply a dark storage closet of large size.
There is a multitude of medical supplies within and he can choose freely among them. If he looked closely enough, there is an emergency drug kit, various local anesthetics, general anesthesia gas and oxygen tanks and containers, antibiotics and fluid lines.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jun 17, 2013 18:18:38 GMT -8
When Anya saw it was just a cupboard, she swung the door open wide with a slight grin."Score! I guess the guy is that far gone after all. Let's stock up shall we?" She began sussing out their prize, still alert for any tricks.
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Jun 17, 2013 18:51:56 GMT -8
Wolf followed suit and loaded up on all the supplies. Not knowing what else might be useful and not wanting to come back again any time soon, he took any duplicates of requested items and then loaded up on any recognizable drugs. He took all of the fluids (there wasn't all that much of them), and he gathered any wound dressing materials he could find. Knowing that everyone in the hospital in the movies always had oxygen on, he grabbed one tank of that."Okay, we're not gonna be able to get all of this in the storage boxes, so you're gonna have to hold some of it."
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