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Nadia Whatever-My-Last-Name-Is. Staying Canada with my lookalikes. Let's see what kind of trouble I can get into until then. Suck it! {Indie Roleplay of Nadia Stotsky} Tracking the tag doctornadia

[cosimas-deactivated20140625]

SM&FD Forever.

[doctor-nadia]

The Punk Bone is Connected to the Nerd Bone || Sarah/Nadia

[sarahmanning-rp]

Rough breaths were escaping Sarah’s mouth as she felt her lip being tugged at, filling that small space between them and around them with the scent of alcohol, that somehow seemed to intoxicate her less than the fact that her own genetic identical had her arms and legs tangled around her body as they kissed each other frantically. Sarah did not understand what was happening, nor did she want to. All of the pain and hurting that was building up inside her for the past couple of months, all the stress over the DYAD and Proletheans and Helena’s death, all the anger that built up inside her was being released right in that moment. 

She did not care that women were not really her forte, or that she did not feel attracted to them at all before. There was something about Nadia, might it be her geekiness that ticked her off, or the casual laid back attitude about everything that was happening, that made the punk feel more relaxed kissing her in the women’s bathroom than she had felt in ages.

The feeling of the doctor’s fingers on her shirt, tugging with desperation, made Sarah grip onto her tighter, her arm bringing the tiny torso crashing onto hers as their lips moved against each other hungrily. At some point, Sarah felt that she needed air and broke the kiss, but only so she could bury her head into Nadia’s neck, feeling the curls all about the place and in her hair, while she left open-mouthed kisses there.

It can only be imagined what Sarah wanted to do to Rob when he busted into the bathroom under the pretense of seeing if Nadia was alright or if they needed a ride home. Luckily for both Sarah and Nadia, the punk had quick reflexes, and banged herself into the stall door just as he looked up between them. Gritting her teeth and straightening out her shirt, Sarah glared at him. “I’m not going anywhere with your drunk arse, Rob.” She barked, trying to seem amused, even though she felt Nadia’s scent all over herself. “We’ll take a cab. Yeah?” When he said his goodbye’s and waved to Nadia before closing the bathroom door again, Sarah averted her glance to the clone and smirked. “Come on.” She said, and without a moment of hesitation, grabbed the doctor by her hand and lead her out of there.

[doctor-nadia]

Nadia wanted to use some choice words on Rob, despite his good intentions. Sarah's hand around her wrist hurt a bit due to the open wound, but she was glad to be getting out of here and hopefully to a place where they could finish what they started. Nadia always made it a point to finish. "You're gonna leave your car here?" Nadia asked, not really sure why she cared, realizing that Sarah probably didn't care at all. "You know what, don't answer that." This was the moment she would lose Sarah's interest by being a complete dork.

She stumbled along behind Sarah, who dragged her from the bar and out to the parking lot where the punk began searching for a cab. They didn't wait too long before one drove up, and they practically fell inside. Sarah riddled out Beth's address, and they were off into the Toronto night. Nadia held her palm up and out into the air, doing her best to prevent blood flow from her laceration.

Her gaze moving back and forth from the window to Sarah, Nadia was intoxicated by the entire evening. "When we get back to your place we are locking the damn door, punk," Nadia flopped back into the cab seat and shook her head, smiling in amusement. "It is in my medical, professional opinion that it's best if we are not interrupted again."

[doctor-nadia]

The Punk Bone is Connected to the Nerd Bone || Sarah/Nadia

[sarahmanning-rp]

Sarah was not behind the drinking either, painfully aware of all the tingling that was happening in the tips of her fingers, the friction created between the nerve endings and Nadia’s jeans, and she caught herself wishing to touch the skin beneath so badly that almost everything their company were saying was slowly slipping past her attention. The only thing that echoed in her ears was Nadia’s laugh, so similar yet so completely different from her own, from Beth’s, Alison’s and Cosima’s. How could she be so different from all of them, when they practically shared the same face? The punk did not know and could not care.

The sound of glass shattering snapped her out of her thoughts and she jumped up a little bit, her eyes widening when all of them realized that it was Nadia’s hand that was bleeding profusely. “Shit, shit are you alright?” Sarah scooted closer over to her clone, her scent overwhelming her again, and her panic subsiding once she realized Nadia was giggling like a moron. “That’ll bloody sting in the morning, won’t it?” She asked, turning to Johnny who was helping Rob to collect the remaining glass. The blood was staining her shirt since Nadia leaned on it, and soon enough she was standing up too, realizing with relief that she was still able to stand and not sway from side to side like Nadia was doing just now. Getting home was a complete mystery, since both of them were too inebriated to even walk properly, let alone drive. However, that did not linger on her mind for too long, since something about Nadia’s epression made Sarah catch the hint, and without a second glance at the guys who encouraged going to the bathroom and washing the blood away, Sarah’s arm wrapped around Nadia’s waist to help her walk over to the washroom. “Please don’t speak in that accent. If you’re so eager on learning it, I can bloody teach you, yeah?” The punk was laughing now, and once they got to the handicap stall, her expression changed a little.

Once inside, Sarah made sure the door was locked, because it was past the point of pretending. This was their chance, and the punk was sure as hell not missing it. “How sorry are you?” The punk replied, smirking at Nadia, glad that she was still in a form of one, and not two or multiple, which meant that she was still sober enough to function properly. Pulling herself away from the door, she stepped closer to her clone, feeling her heart thudding in her chest as she reached for the injured hand. “Bleeding stopped, didn’t it?” She said in a low voice, their faces inches away from each other. There was a slight smudge of blood on Nadia’s lips, Sarah could see it now that they were standing so close to each other. She did not even bother to bring her finger up to her lip to brush it away. They were both inching away towards each other too much to wait. Sarah’s arm once again wrapped around Nadia’s waist, this time not so gently, and pulled her to herself, their lips meeting at once. Everything within Sarah exploded, and she knew that it was weird, and strange, and overall unacceptable, but she could not care less. Her tongue trailed across Nadia’s bottom lip while the punk hoisted the doc up with both of her hands, making her sit on the sink and adjusting herself perfectly between her thighs.

[doctor-nadia]

Sarah hadn't been interested in the healing of Nadia's hand, and frankly, Nadia hadn't really cared about it either. It was a laceration, and it was bleeding, but not enough to cause an emergency. The only emergency that had taken place throughout the night was the fact that Nadia hadn't kissed Sarah, but that was taken care of now, as she was lifted onto the ceramic sink, Sarah's hip clenched in her own thighs.

Nadia inhaled deeply as Sarah ran her tongue over gently bloodied lip, outrageously turned on by the lack of care. Nadia wasn't necessarily into blood play or whatever the fetish was called, but Sarah's determination and intent was doing wonders on the warmth growing throughout the doctor's body. As their kiss deepened, it grew even more.

The doctor's hands tangled in the punk's straight jet black hair, the one that matched her own aside from the curls. Her hands pressed Sarah's lips into hers, their kiss was hard, urgent, needed, and Nadia didn't want it to stop. One of her hands remained pressed firmly against Sarah's neck as the other slid down her flannel, plaid shirt pulling at it as though her force would pop its buttons, and finally expose Sarah's body. But for now, she would pull, only adding to her agony, waiting until just the right time for them to get what they both wanted from one another.

Gasps of alcohol ridden hot breath filled their space, tongues battled, wrapping themselves around each other in a frenzy. Nadia's teeth tugged on Sarah's lip as though she wanted to draw blood of her own. The more Nadia tugged at Sarah's top, the more she felt skin brushing against her pinkie, and the more she wanted to feel only Sarah's skin against her own. The fabric that was between them was becoming too much even though there was so little.

[doctor-nadia]

The Punk Bone is Connected to the Nerd Bone || Sarah/Nadia

[sarahmanning-rp]

Sarah’s eyebrows remained lifted in hope of seeing Nadia actually conversing with her so-called friends. They were a good lot when it came to drinking and messing around, but she could never trust them with anything more serious than that. That is why she did not trust them with Nadia either, and her eyes watched closely at every one of them as they asked a million and a half question about Nadia’s fancy job and kickass life saving. Then the punk remembered that the doctor should be walking around and mingling with others, but she was reluctant of letting Nadia go now that they were sitting so close to each other.

The licking of the lip, unconscious or not, did not escape Sarah’s eye and she quickly finished off her drink and ordered another round for all of them. Right now, the little advice she had given to her clone about acting as if they were sisters only was a little bit hard to follow, but there was no turning back now. After some while, Lucy and Paco went home, and Sarah and Nadia were the only two left on the couch, with Johnny and Rob on the other side of the table. "…and that is how we found out about each other. Mental, innit?" Sarah said, slurring a little bit since she stopped counting the rounds that kept going, more so when more than half of the bar realized that two very hot twins were sitting in the same room. The story about them being introduced by a friend, called Beth, was completely true, but she left out the cloning detail. "And I ended up with showing this bloody nerd around the town, and she wanted to see all the punks I hung out with." Her eyes turned to face Nadia, who looked a little bit flushed from all the drink and the temperature that was picking up in the bar due to it filling up. Sarah was not aware of her hand on Nadia’s thigh under the table that she patted after calling her a nerd, and was definitely not aware of it now that it remained there, squeezing the doctor’s leg only gently. When she did realize it though, it was past the point of her caring.

[doctor-nadia]

Hearing Sarah call her 'nerd' was as intoxicating as hearing her name on her clone's lips. Her hand on her thigh only added to everything, Nadia's need for Sarah was sky high and she was viciously annoyed that they had made rules to not give in to their desires in front of the crowd. Nadia coughed slightly for whatever reason, maybe she needed air, maybe she needed Sarah to catch a drift. What she didn't need was to be this close to Sarah, this in tune with Sarah right here where she couldn't have her.

Another round of shots came, and Nadia grabbed one and threw it back quickly, feeling Sarah's hand slide off her as she grabbed a small glass of her own. Slamming the glass on the table, it shattered, a small slice being cut into Nadia's palm. The blood didn't bother her of course, and even through slightly blurred vision she could tell it wasn't anything dangerous. "Shit." She laughed and ignored Sarah, knowing any extra glances would just add to her annoyance. "I just um, need to clean this with some of the uh," her fingers wiggled back and forth in front of her as she thought of the cleaning fluid "soap. Soap. Yeah."

She stood up, catching herself on Sarah's shoulder with her cut hand, the pain of the pressure shooting through her against her open skin. "Sis, heh," she snorted, laughing at the irony of everything about this evening "just help me to the uh, what do you guys call it?" She felt Sarah prop her up and scoot her along. "The loo. Help a doc to the loo, yeah?" Her bad English accent made another appearance and she decided it was time to shut up.

The door swung open and there were two women inside, taking ownership of the two sinks the bathroom had to offer. "Big stall," Nadia said in a slurred tone, pointing to the opened door of the handicap stall. She knew there'd be a sink in there. She leaned against the wall and tinkered with the nozzle until warm water jetted from it's opening, thrusting her hand beneath it and grimmacing at the pain that ran through it for a few moments. Nadia heard the door click locked, and she watched Sarah turn towards her in the reflection of the mirror before her.

She shut the water off and wrapped her hand in a flimsy paper towel that would do for now. Looking into the mirror again, she saw that Sarah was still facing her, but hadn't come any closer. "Sarah sorry about that I just," Nadia started, spinning around and holding her hand close to her chest. "I couldn't sit out there anymore. Didn't need to bust my hand open but it was a decent excuse to get outta there." She laughed again, the alcohol on her breath was largely apparent and she wondered when she had gotten drunk. "I just couldn't be out there and not-."

[doctor-nadia]

The Punk Bone is Connected to the Nerd Bone || Sarah/Nadia

[sarahmanning-rp]

There were a couple of moments of silence as Sarah’s friends looked Nadia up and down, obviously very surprised at the similarity between the two, but even though they were thugs and really dangerous at a first glance, they were soon grinning up at the two of them and greeting Nadia in the best manner they could muster. Sarah too gave them a stink eye, indicating that they better behave, even though she planned to leave the doctor fend for herself. Nadia, however, was not doing so good in that department. Looking over at her several times, the punk raised her eyebrows. There was nothing. If it was any other circumstance, she would have laughed at Nadia’s utter confusion. Or was it fear? She was not sure, but it was both amusing and strange at the same time.

What a bloody dork. Sarah thought, pursing her lips and holding her drink tightly in her hand, trying really hard not to nudge her clone. And then she blurted out, not more, not less, but a quote from Harry Potter.

"Jesus bloody Christ." Sarah swore under her breath, and took Nadia under her arm and pulled her down on the raggedy sofa in two spots that Johnny and Rob made for them. "Don’t mind her, I’ve got all the cool genes in the family." The glare that she addressed towards Nadia softened a little when Paco said that she was actually prettier than Sarah, and was rocking the leather jacket better than Sarah ever did.

"Shut up!" Sarah said, pointing at him. "Or I’m going to kick your arse… again." The banter continued a little bit more, until Sarah leaned a little close to Nadia, already finishing her second drink. "They won’t bite, doc." When the eyes of the two met, Sarah could barely breathe for a second. Only then did she understand how close they were sitting to each other, especially when she felt the doc’s breath on her own lips. Focus, Manning.

“So, Nadia,” Lucy started, leaning from the other side. “What’s your story?”

[doctor-nadia]

"Ow!" Nadia said as she was dragged and plopped into a half falling apart couch that smelt of cigarettes and alcohol. "That was the first thing that came to mind and-." But she shut up as she was interrupted by a suave Sarah who managed to get the punks talking despite Nadia's audition for nerd of the year.

She heard one of the men say she looked better in the jacket than Sarah ever had, and cracked a smile when Sarah joked about kick his ass. After a few moments of though she actually decided Sarah probably wasn't kidding. At that thought, her smile grew even wider.

Nadia and Sarah caught each other in a glance that lasted for only a split second, but even so everything disappeared. Though Sarah had tried to appear comforting by offering some words of reassurance, Nadia's desire taste the punk's lips made her heart jump again, her hands became hot with sweat, and she swore she felt her tongue glide dangerously across her own lips in anticipation. Calm your shit, Stotsky.

Her head snapped to her friend Lucy who asked for her story. "My story?" She reiterated, giving herself time to make something up quickly. But then she realized that cutting people open and saving lives was the most metal thing on this planet, and there wasn't a need to change her story for these people. The only person that mattered in this skeezy bar was Sarah, and Nadia already had won her clone over.

[doctor-nadia]

The Punk Bone is Connected to the Nerd Bone || Sarah/Nadia

[sarahmanning-rp]

Sarah ran fingers through her hair as she glanced sideways at Nadia downing her glass of pussy drink, at least that’s what she called it in her head, but for the sake of Nadia’s confidence in a bar full of punks, drug dealers and people who still lived in Thatcher period in their heads, she kept silent, only smirking at all of the thoughts that crossed he rmind. The doc said she was ready, but the nervous smile she might not have been aware of told Sarah that it was the exact opposite. However, she did not want to babysit Nadia as she was a grown arse woman, so, with a shrug, Sarah finished her own drink and turned in her chair, ready to go over and greet some of her old friends that were waving at her since they came in. They probably wanted to hear all about her hot twin sister.

Before she could get up though, a slight tug on her shirt made her turn around with a slightly inquisitive but an amused look. “Was expecting to hear that, honestly.” Sarah chuckled, shrugging off the ‘being into her part’, because they both knew what was going on until that point. Sarah being Sarah, played it cool of course, and just inclined her head to the side, gesturing Nadia to follow her. "Okay, okay, don’t freak out on me. These guys are really old friend of mine. Just remember we’re sisters and try not to… repay me in front of them. Yeah?" Her eyes widened a little as a brief grin traveled across Sarah’s face, a special one saved for these kind of opportunities in which she let Nadia know that she understood the meaning behind those words perfectly. When she made eye contact with Bobby, she took another round of drinks for both of them, and handed Nadia her glass. "Just… be yourself. Yeah? And do not mention Harry Potter. Embarrassing yourself is fine with me, but do that shite when I’m not around.” Smirking, she tugged at Nadia’s arm and lead her over to Johny’s table. "All right? Johnny, gang, it’s time for you to meet my sister. Nadia. Nadia, this is Johnny, Paco, Lucy and Rob. Old friends of mine I met a decade ago or so."

[doctor-nadia]

After a lot of yeses and head nods, Nadia felt like she was better suited for the trek out into Sarah's world. "No HP, got it." She closed her eyes and shook her head once at her shortening of Harry Potter to HP as if they were old friends. The doctor often thought of herself as good in these types of situations. That whole thought process was now spiraling down a drain somewhere in a Hogwarts water closet sink. "I got this." It seemed like the safest thing to say.

She followed Sarah over to her friends, squeezing between people, finally making her way to the small group, similarly clad in black leather and dark makeup. This would be a cinch, Nadia just needed to follow her punk clone's lead. No problem. She could be a follower, a sheep.

But then Sarah spoke, and whether it was the four pairs of eyes obviously judging her put-together punk attire or her going every-which way curly hair, Nadia forgot how to human. The doctor just stood there, eyes wide and mouth agape as though she was in a horror film and she was the protagonist about to get killed. Desperately she searched for the right words, but nothing happened despite her mental pleas.

Finally after a few awkward moments that felt like her years spent in medical school, she spoke. Granted she said the completely wrong thing, she was happy that something had came out of her mouth. "I solemnly swear I'm up to no good." It seemed fitting. Maybe they wouldn't know the context. However, based on Sarah's glare, one punk certainly had.

[doctor-nadia]

The Punk Bone is Connected to the Nerd Bone || Sarah/Nadia

[sarahmanning-rp]

Sarah blinked several times at the word sis, but not because she minded being called that by her genetic identicals. Hell, she was the one who called them all twin sisters before they told her what was really going on. For a second, Sarah froze, and cleared her throat. It was way weirder because Nadia was someone punk seemed to have a crush on, and having crush on your sibling was more than horrible. However, she kept all those words for herself, as the two of them had no idea what they were going to do, or if they fully acknowledged their little … incident from several weeks previously.

Luckily enough, the loud music of Bobby’s bar turned off any possibility of replying to such a question, and seeing Nadia building up her coping mechanism as soon as she saw couple of people glance up at them made Sarah really amused, and she grinned widely over at Nadia and her slight fidgeting. Couple of people raised their drinks to Sarah as they passed by their tables, and Sarah nodded at them as a greeting. Aware that many will come and ask them about their relation, the punk kept silent, as not to freak out doctor more than she looked like she was.

"Shut up." Sarah barked at her, but kept a smirk on her face. "You’re trying too bloody hard. Just relax." She told her while looking around for a stool in front of the bar counter. There was Felix’s usual place that was vacant, and a stool next to it, so she took the opportunity and went for it. "You already have cool points for being with me. Yeah?" She tried to reassure the doctor, and ordered whiskey from Bobby, a hot blonde bartender with tattoos and a nose piercing. Sarah looked over at Nadia as she ordered the drink. "Almost punk, Nadia." She laughed lightly. "But cola, are you serious?" When she saw the look on the doctors, face, she  tried to get her face straight. "Alright, I am  sorry. Yeah? Rum cola is good enough."

Once she got her drink, Sarah took a sip of it, and leaned on the counter slightly. With a smiled on her face, she looked at Nadia watching every single detail about the place, and left her alone with her thoughts until the doctor spoke again. “No one’s gonna skin you here, as I said, since you’re with me. And you’re good lookin’, right? Just wait until you start getting plenty of rum colas.” She smirked once again. “But if you really want to be a part of the crowd, you are going to have to mingle with them. You ready for that, nerd?”

[doctor-nadia]

In Nadia's defense she ordered the drink so that she wouldn't be three sheets to the wind in a matter of minutes. She wanted to remember at least part of the night. Nadia also didn't want to lose her cool and jump Sarah amidst all these people. Most were men so she figured they probably wouldn't care, but it was the principle of the matter; slow and steady wins the race, and the race was getting Sarah out of Sarah's clothes.

"Who me? Going to mingle with all those guys?" She asked with too much excitement in her voice. It was obviously an act. She opened her mouth to speak but instead downed a large gulp of the fizzy, alcoholic drink she had ordered. "Okay yes, now I'm ready." In her mind she came up with a few key points that were probably okay to talk about in punk conversation: The Clash, army boots, The Clash, leather jackets, The Clash.

She was screwed.

Nadia pulled on Sarah's sleeve as the punk was about to turn away and make her way into the crowd of black-donning Canadians. "Maybe we should mingle together first?" Nadia said hopefully, her eyebrows lifting and her smile widening as she tried to entice Sarah to say yes. "Honestly for the sake of how much you're into me, you want me to do a practice run." The words fell out of her mouth quickly, and she was surprised that was what she was going with. "Just a few minutes with my punk clone Sarah, and then I'll be good to go." Nadia still wasn't sure if Sarah was willing to tote her around like a dog on a leash. "If you help me with this, I'll pay you back properly; I'll be on my own before you know it, but don't worry punk, I wouldn't dream of straying too far." Nadia's smile was more seductive than anything now, but she could tell it was working better than before.

[doctor-nadia]

The Punk Bone is Connected to the Nerd Bone || Sarah/Nadia

[sarahmanning-rp]

Sarah continued smirking at Nadia as she admitted that she listened to everything. Brief pictures, and she did not know where did they came from, of Nadia dancing in her underwear to something like Beyonce, came to mind, because Nadia seemed just like that type of person. Keeping herself entertained for a couple of moments, Sarah could barely hear what Nadia was saying, but when she mentioned the concert, the punk turned her head to the doctor and grinned. I was wondering where that came from, she wanted to ask, but that would mean admitting that she stared at her bare back incessantly as Nadia undressed in front of her.

"Yeah, I’m just like that, laughing at other people’s misery." She said, tilting her head to the side to put a stronger accent on the sarcasm behind her words, before turning her gaze to the doctor, and laughed anyway. The sight of the clone in a leather jacket still did not well sit with Sarah, in a way that another set of images appeared in her head, and these were similar to those that actually took place several weeks ago in Fee’s loft. Clearing her throat and gripping her steering wheel tighter, Sarah spoke again.

"I think it’s brilliant that your mum took you to concerts. Mrs S, my foster mum, had a lot to do with my own music taste. Fe always says I am just like her when he wants me to kick his arse." Sarah shook her head, pulling into the parkway that was couple of minutes of walk from the bar. Parking a Jaguar right in front of a place like that would not be a great idea, and Beth would probably kill her if anything happened to it. "This one’s called Bobby’s bar. Really cheap drinks, yeah?" Sarah actually did need some of the liquid courage at this point, and wondered what in the world would they do after getting drunk again. "And the two other are just around the corner, because I’ll not be able to drive, will I? Let’s go." As the car pulled in, and she turned off the engine, Sarah got out and glanced over at Nadia. “Remember, you are my lost sister. Yeah? We’re reconnectin’, or some shite, if anyone asks.” And note to self to keep your hands off the doctor too, punk, she added to herself, and stiffled back a chuckle behind a light cough. “After you, doc.” She finally said once they reached the door.

[doctor-nadia]

She listened to Sarah's accent and her words as she babbled on about her own musical experiences, and Nadia loved every second of it. Sarah was a regular rascal, from the Clash to having a foster mom. Every piece of Sarah's story made sense; it was no wonder why the doctor was drawn to the punk in the way that she was. She was her complete opposite.

Nadia laughed and nodded briefly a few times. "Yeah, sis, I got it." Saying the word 'sis' felt odd as it rolled out of her mouth due to all the tension the two had between them. She didn't know how many actual sisters felt the same strange sensation in their guts when their biological identical spoke and smiled at them, but Nadia assumed it was close to zero besides her and apparently the rest of her clones. As she let the words sink in, she realized that meant no funny business at the bar, and she was momentarily bummed. There was nothing better than showing off your hot, identical date to a bunch of punks. Well, she thought there would be nothing better. She'd never know at this point.

They walked in, Sarah's strut seeming to make more of an appearance than before, Nadia's own walk staying the same but causing her to stick out like a sore thumb. She had an athletic stride and kick in her step that flowed nicely through a hospital. Right now she looked like an over excited cheerleader who was here on a dare. "I should have practiced my strut." She mumbled, seeing Sarah grin in her way at her side. The lights were dim and the atmosphere was smoky and smelled, well, like a bar. Alcohol and cigarette smoke swirling together in a raunchy atmosphere was Nadia's kryptonite.

The two clones approached the bar and got stares, which she had been expecting. Sarah's rough look gave her the 'bad twin' look, and even though Nadia had tried to dress the part, once a school dweeb with a PhD, always one. Just as her walk had given her away, so did her doe-eyed fascination for everything in this punky bar, specifically Sarah. Nadia listened as the punk ordered a drink, this time whiskey rather than the bourbon on their last drinking adventure, and Nadia thought she'd steer clear of the golden liquor too. "Rum and coke would be great." She said quickly as she took a seat at a bar stool to Sarah's right. "So I've made it this bar without being skinned alive. What's my next punkalicious challenge?"

[imabloodyartist-deactivated2014]

doctor-nadia | imabloodyartist

[imabloodyartist-deactivated2014]

Finally, one that appreciated what he did. Those others all too busy speaking about children and science which meant they had been completely ignorant of his talent - something that he wasn’t all too pleased with. Smiling and closing the door, he began to observe her. Picking up on small mannerisms that would distinguish her further from the others “Yes, all from my very hands so make sure you don’t touch anything, some of it isn’t dry yet” Crossing his arms into one that resembled a concerned father, an eyebrow raised “What do I owe this pleasure?”

[doctor-nadia]

Nadia had no intention of touching his work, she knew that touching oil paintings decreased not only their value, but their consistency too. "No touchy, you got it." She put her hands up so to ease Felix's mind. She followed up to his question hesitantly, not sure of exactly what he'd remember about their first meeting. "Well, uh, Felix..." She started, turning away from him to try to collect her thoughts. "I just thought I'd introduce myself properly. I was a bit disoriented the other night. Sarah and I had been, uh, drinking." Among other things, Nadia said, silently.

[ihopeigetit-rpg]

A familiar unfamiliar face | Nadia x Cosima

Cosima runs out of the lab, a Petri dish and a syringe tucked in various pockets of her coat. She slows to a sprint as she gets out of the building and then a speed walk as she gets further away. Cosima feels for the papers in her breast pocket and, satisfied with finding them, she smiles and opens Sarah’s door, ready to face the punk. There, looking quite a bit more out of place then usual, is Sarah, perhaps? Cos isn’t sure, and that makes her angry. Not at the clone, at herself. She bites her lip and a bit of blood comes from it. She blots at it with her sleeve. No, this clone is wearing a lab coat. She has a distinctive air of not Sarah. And also she isn’t being quite like Sarah. Cosima can’t quite describe it, but when a scientist spends time with people, they pick up on their mannerisms. She sighs and smiles. “Hi- I’m Cosima. I brought Sarah some… stuff?” She figures it’s alright to tell this clone this. After all, it’s not like a homicidal maniac gets thrown into the equation usually. She sighs quickly and blots more blood away. “Some test samples.” She says finally and decisively.

[doctor-nadia]

"You look confused..." Nadia said, looking at the papers Cosima was fumbling with in her hands, followed by the blood she was hiding after she sighed. She wouldn't point that out though, the other scientist looked like she was trying to keep that on the down low. "I'm Nadia, the doctor clone Sarah may have mentioned? I never know what she thinks is important or not." Nadia watched Cosima's eyes, and the spectacle wearing clone seemed to be racking her brain for any information on her. "Whether you know me or not, I'm savvy with science too, and I've been let in on all of our clone-related secrets." Nadia needed Cosima to know that she could trust her, and fast. "What do the test samples say, and better yet, what do they mean?

[doctor-nadia]

The Punk Bone is Connected to the Nerd Bone || Sarah/Nadia

[sarahmanning-rp]

"Jesus bloody Christ." Sarah closed her eyes to try and squeeze Beth and Alison out of her mind, but she could not, especially when Nadia mentioned the minivan. Another episode came to her mind, the one of drunk Alison lying in her own arms on the floor of the damned car, but that seemed so long that the punk was not even sure it really happened. "Yeah, thanks." She finally replied, rolling her eyes at the doctor and going to the other side of the car, to the driver’s seat, and she got in, turning the heater on immediately. "All right?" She asked once the engine roared to life, watching Kate’s frozen face with some kind of an amusement. The fact was that the doctor would freeze in nothing but Sarah’s leather jacket, but it was amusing to see her tremble a little bit until the car temperature got so high that Sarah needed to shake her own coat from her shoulders.

Once the drunken night has been mentioned, Sarah smirked, avoiding Nadia’s stare deliberately and staring out through the windshield and on the road. There was a certain bar she already had in mind, Bobby’s, which was the least hardcore of them all, and when she and Felix spent a lot of time when they moved out of Mrs. S’ house and to downtown. Her attention was shifted at the mention of the Clash though, and her eyes slightly widened once she looked over at the doctor clone. “You listen to the Clash?” A wide grin spread across Sarah’s face as her hand flew to the CD player, which started playing London Calling almost immediately. Clearing her throat, Sarah drummed her fingers on the steering wheel. “You’re full of surprises, doc.” She admitted with the grin. “What else do you listen to?”

[doctor-nadia]

Nadia hated this question. She listened to just about everything. That did sometimes work to her benefit, and it would do so again tonight if the conversation about music were to move in a more in depth direction. For now, though, she would just answer simply. "I like everything." Her own fingers drummed on her knees as she watched Sarah smile further, still looking out the windshield. The doctor contemplated telling Sarah that she still got weak in the knees when NSync blared through her speakers, but she refrained; she'd save that for when Sarah couldn't turn back.

"I went to a Tom Petty concert with my mom when I was thirteen, and my love of music sort of sprouted from there." Nadia laughed, remembering her very hammered mother that night. "That's where I got the scar, on my back," Nadia knew Sarah had seen it earlier that evening. "some asshole jammed his beer into my back." Nadia had a tingle of pain in her back as she remembered the incident. "Nothing some stitches and a hell of peroxide didn't fix. Mostly."

Sarah's smile didn't fade, and Nadia could tell the punk wanted to laugh at her misfortunes from fifteen years prior. "You can laugh, punk. I'm alive and well so far. Hell if anything my scar is a fun little way to tell us apart." She winked at Sarah, and was actually kind of glad that the scar could be used as a way to make Nadia remember she wasn't actually crushing on herself. Her head shook and she internally laughed at herself. "So what fine, punk establishment are you taking me to, Sarah?" Nadia didn't want to take her mind off of whatever she felt for Sarah, but she needed to if they were going to make it to their destination fully clothed.

[dontusethecword-deactivated2014]

Out of Clones

well…hey there all you new followers. Nice to meet you! I am currently catching up on my backlog of replies due now that my finals are done, and if any of you newbies wanna drop me an ask to plot or ask for a starter or whatever, go for it. As of right now I’ve got *clears throat* ehh the list is too long to put. Just know I will get to all of you eventually. But seriously. Send me an ask if you wanna para. I don’t bite. Ask around the OB circles. well don’t ask my Beth because you might get a different answer out of her

[bethchilds-rp-blog]

I really need to revoke your permit on alcohol, Ali. I swear, you’re like a kid sometimes. I’m honestly surprised you didn’t mention the cuffs too. Now give me that damn glass.

OOC: IT WAS ABOUT TIME YOU DIPSHIT. Okay yeah, so whoever wants to RP with me too should send me a message or a starteR. I don’t bite either. I really don’t. Syd is the one who does all the biting.

[doctor-nadia]

Jesus Christ you two, get a room that isn’t sharing a wall with mine. But you know thanks for letting me stay with you, Beth. Alison you’re looking lovely as always, but aren’t we all?

OOC: Following in my fellow trifecta members’ footsteps and giving a big hello to you all! I also play Rachel Duncan as well as Nadia so hit me up if you wanna do something crazy!

[dontusethecword-deactivated2014]

Excuse me, Beth, but I’m very sober right now. Mostly. Well…It counts. I wouldn’t display our preferences in such a public forum as you so…graciously have. And mind your own business, Nadia. This is my space you’re just a guest in it. I-er, I mean it’s not my space but…*huffs* nevermind.

OOC: Seriously though, follow these guys. Rachel’s boss at her characters and Irma’s the cutest woman around here with killer writing…And she wishes she knew if I bite or not.

[sarahmanning-rp]

I’m going to bloody chase you all with a bloody bat if you don’t stop talking at this time of night. Yeah? Nadia, you come over here, and you two get your own bloody room. Before you tell me anything about bloody swearin’, Alison, it’s your bloody wine’s fault.

OOC: I had to get Sarah in here too, I really did. :’) So yeah, I’m Irma, I RP Beth and Sarah, and these two are the main reason, together with maggiechensfriend,delphine-femme-scientifique, askthatgeekmonkey and tomastheshepard, that I will never leave this roleplay, seriously. Oh look I shamelessly just advertised us all.

[doctor-nadia]

Alright alright, relax punk. I'm not opposed to you keeping the bat handy once I make my way over your way though. Don't look at me that way you two; you have handcuffs, we have leather jackets, baseball bats, and whiskey. It's a winning combination really.

OOC: Shameless promotion  is wonderful. We all bow down to you Irmster, leader of the pack.

[dontusethecword-deactivated2014]

Out of Clones

well…hey there all you new followers. Nice to meet you! I am currently catching up on my backlog of replies due now that my finals are done, and if any of you newbies wanna drop me an ask to plot or ask for a starter or whatever, go for it. As of right now I’ve got *clears throat* ehh the list is too long to put. Just know I will get to all of you eventually. But seriously. Send me an ask if you wanna para. I don’t bite. Ask around the OB circles. well don’t ask my Beth because you might get a different answer out of her

[bethchilds-rp-blog]

I really need to revoke your permit on alcohol, Ali. I swear, you’re like a kid sometimes. I’m honestly surprised you didn’t mention the cuffs too. Now give me that damn glass.

OOC: IT WAS ABOUT TIME YOU DIPSHIT. Okay yeah, so whoever wants to RP with me too should send me a message or a starteR. I don’t bite either. I really don’t. Syd is the one who does all the biting.

[doctor-nadia]

Jesus Christ you two, get a room that isn't sharing a wall with mine. But you know thanks for letting me stay with you, Beth. Alison you're looking lovely as always, but aren't we all?

OOC: Following in my fellow trifecta members' footsteps and giving a big hello to you all! I also play Rachel Duncan as well as Nadia so hit me up if you wanna do something crazy!

[imabloodyartist-deactivated2014]

doctor-nadia | imabloodyartist

"Another bloody one, I’m starting to think there’s a never ending conveyer belt filled with you guys" Felix rolled his eyes but stepped aside anyway, allowing her the option to walk into his creative space "Well, are you coming in or not?"

[doctor-nadia]

Nadia hadn't been expecting such a informal welcome from Felix. Especially after being caught in such a precarious position with Sarah the other night. But regardless, Nadia wasn't one to say no to a new acquaintance. "Thanks, Felix." She said, slipping past him in the doorway. The metal door slid closed from behind her and she looked around, really taking in the artwork and the decor of the apartment she hadn't really been paying to the last time she was here. "Amazing artwork in here man. Is all of this your work?"

[delphine-femme-scientifique]

Nadia -- Delphine

[delphine-femme-scientifique]

Delphine laughed at the compliment as she looked at the doctor over her glass of wine, her head shaking a little bit in disbelief. Once again, she was convinced that the words travel fast within clone club, even though she was not used to it in the past. “D’accord. Oh God.” She paused, smiling and taking another sip of her wine. “Cosima and I are not… are not really together.” She weighed her words carefully, remembering how they had a long talk of trying again, but it was not set in stone or anything. “We are… trying to get, to be back together, you know, but after the thing that happened…” The immunologist sighed, dropping her gaze to her hands before looking up at the doctor, then waved her head dismissively. “Never mind.” She paused, then decided to move away from the conversation in which the mention of her betrayal would happen. “Oui, there is a lot of crazy things to find about… about your descent. What else did you find out so I… you know, do not drop the bomb?” Another American saying that Delphine did not quite understand rolled off her tongue, and she smiled apologetically as she drank wine again.

[doctor-nadia]

Nadia stared blankly at the blonde as she divulged a bit about her relationship with Cosima further. Not that it mattered, as the doctor really had no idea about it besides what she had put together or gotten from the immunologist. She waited until Delphine moved the conversation along before saying anything else. "No bomb dropping on your end, Delphine." Nadia chimed, making sure the Frenchwoman didn't feel like she was stepping on any turf. "I know about the illness, the one we don't know about. Sarah was pretty quick to bring me up to speed on that little charmer." The brunette chuckled lightly and shook her head. "That punk really has a way with facilitating conversation." Her mind carried off into thoughts of Sarah, but she was pulled back quickly when she remembered Delphine was staring at her, and waiting for more answers. "Honestly Delphine you won't be dropping any bombs. I'm a doctor. Crazy, insane news is in the job description." She paused and sipped some wine. "Tell me what I need to know."

[doctor-nadia]

Two Clones Walk into a Timmy Ho's... || Cosima/Nadia

[askthatgeekmonkey]

Cosima had heard from both Sarah and Beth about the doctor clone that had cropped up, figuring herself that the two could put their brains together and try and find out some more about the respiratory disease that had plagued Katja and herself. She’d gotten a call from the doctor the other day, asking about a meet up when Cosima was next in town, and of course the scientist had said yes. She’d heard that the two of them would get along well, and finally the clone was going to meet another one of them who was possibly just as chill as she was, maybe even more so.

The two were going to be meeting at a place Cosima hadn’t ever been to, she’d heard of it, a Canadian coffee shop kind of restaurant that apparently had amazing doughnuts. They were meeting today and Cosima was late. Of course. She just hoped her clone would wait, she should have gotten ready fifteen minutes earlier as planned, but obviously that didn’t happen and now she was running late, seven minutes past the time she should have left to get a cab and get over to the restaurant.

She rushed in the doors once arriving, looking around for her clone and hearing her name being called after a moment. Her gaze found her clone, and she flashed a wide smile and nod before starting over towards the table. Cosima took the seat across from Nadia, still smiling as she took in the appearance of the woman. “Hey, I’m Cosima, though I’m sure you know that already…” She shook her head to herself momentarily, “I’ve heard about you, and it’s great to finally meet you.”

[doctor-nadia]

Nadia was glad that Cosima was eager enough to jump into the conversation, just as the doctor had been. "Oh, well, all good things hopefully." Nadia said as Cosima joined her at the table. "I've heard a lot about you too." She paused and smiled. "All sciencey and let me tell you between a punk, a cop, and a soccer mom, I'm ready for a dash of normalcy in the form of some science talk." The words tumbled from her mouth as she excitedly hoped that Cosima would just burst out in some sort of jargon.

"I've been," she searched for the right wording before continuing "filled in on everything, I think." She recalled the conversations she had shared with Sarah and Beth, even Delphine and Alison had offered useful information; the Proclone, too. "The illness, our biologies, our bad habits, everything." She said, hoping this wasn't too blunt for the only clone she had yet to meet. Based on the things she had heard about Cosima, Nadia imagined there really wasn't anything too bold the aspiring doctor couldn't handle.

"Basically, the floor is open." Nadia said, relaxing her mind and making sure Cosima actually wanted to talk science before jumping the gun. Maybe she just wanted a doughnut and some coffee, and wanted to talk about the Niners and the Colts. Of all the clones, Nadia really didn't know what to expect with this one.

[doctor-nadia]

The Punk Bone is Connected to the Nerd Bone || Sarah/Nadia

[sarahmanning-rp]

Sarah did not expect anything else from the doctor. In fact, she had the same amount of wit that Sarah knew she herself possessed, and was only looking forward to the payback that would ensue after the close proximity they found themselves in. However, no matter how much she expected it, Sarah could not prepare herself for the sight that Nadia exhibited, even though all the punk could see were the same curves that she had, the beauty marks the same as her own, even though Nadia seemed to have a small scar on her back that Sarah would ask about later. For now, she was too busy staring and wondering how the hell was she crushing on her own clone.

"Yeah, nothing but dark colors." Sarah said somewhat absentmindedly, her eyes watching Nadia move across the room, and wishing she was waiting for her outside. This was not supposed to be happening, and yet it was. She downed her whiskey and wanted more, but knew they were about to go out and get shitfaced once again, and do god knows what. At the thought, the punk shook her head.

Her legs, that she had previously relaxed in the bed as well, slid to the floor once again when Nadia was ready, and, smirking at the doctor, passed right next to her and into the living room slash kitchen, grabbing her bag and pulling the leather jacket out. She threw it at the doctor, and, at the sight, her eyebrows shot up curiously. If there was someone who knew Sarah only by passing, they would have never thought that Nadia was anyone else but the punk.

"Very nice." She complimented, nodding and getting her own coat. "You might not be shot after all. Yeah? And yes, I’m driving. Get moving, doc." Walking over to the door, Sarah opened the door and let Nadia pass first, grabbing the extra key from the bowl next to the door. "I should think Beth would change her ways after returning from the dead. Guess not." A small chuckle emitted from her lips as she made her way to the car. "You excited?"

[doctor-nadia]

Nadia caught the jacket as Sarah threw it to her, laughing a bit at the unexpectedness of the toss. "Thanks." She said, slipping the leather jacket on, then flipping her hair out from underneath it. She caught a glimpse of her reflection in the TV before they left and she laughed at herself. She literally could have been Sarah Manning, so long as she didn't throw in any nerdy references. Something told her Sarah wasn't so keen on those the way Nadia was, hence why she was the nerd and Sarah the punk.

Nadia watched as Sarah swiftly grabbed the spare key from its location, and was pleased to see that Beth hadn't taken the car. "Alison must've picked her up. Nothing says hot and heavy like a crimson minivan." Nadia smiled wide in amusement as Sarah made a grimacing face. "Right, not saying anything about them anymore. Sorry." She shoved her hands into her pockets, the night air hitting them like a brick. It was cold in Indianapolis, but nothing like the Toronto chill of winter. She was glad when they got seated and the car finally began to warm up, at which time  she answered Sarah's question.

"I've been excited about this since you drunkenly offered it to me a few nights ago." She raised her eyebrows at the punk as they rolled into the street, Nadia's eyes taking in the busy Toronto night. "The Clash and some whiskey is the perfect night for me." Nadia's attention turned away from her window and her eyes fell on Sarah; she seemed more than pleased with Nadia's answers.