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rubyxcohen:
Muttering a quick ‘sorry’, Ruby ducked out of the way so the man could get to the drink cart properly. “Unbelievably so. It seems the moment I finish talking to one person, someone else is right on their heels. But hopefully the Mayor will return soon so I can return to the evening.” She highly doubted it though. “Have you been enjoying your evening?”
“I have, thank you.” He said, though it was a lie. “I take it you can’t say the same, however.”
@hellngo
Vivek found this whole lockdown very nervewracking. Any of the two ladies he was locked in with could be the murderer. I mean, he was a murderer, too, but he didn’t want to be one. The firestarters haven’t given him a kill for tonight, so he wasn’t going to murder anyone. The murderer that was not Vivek, however, could very well just be killing for fun for all he knew.
While Vivek was processing the situation in his head, he felt someone tap his shoulder. Turning his head, he saw one of the bodygaurds, who proceeded to give him a note.
Vivek opened the note as gave it a quick read, before feeling his stomach instantly drop. His eyes darted around the room, before falling onto an unfamiliar face.
“Hey!” He said to her, raising from his seat and dragging it towards her. “I’m Dr. Vivek Varma.”
mid life crisis ? no no, mid DAY crisis. happens every day
dutch-balotelli:
“We need you to do it tonight,” Dutch said in an assertive tone. She leaned forward to get closer to Vivek. “We think someone might be acting on their own interests and not for the good of the department.” She pursed her lips after she finished her statement. There were rumors floating around about Scott Sheffield having the camera that had gone missing from Sybil Halloway’s penthouse, but the camera was never found among Scott’s belongings.
“Tonight?” He asked with a small stutter to his tone. He wasn’t due to work this evening, meaning that he needed a good reason for waltzing into the hospital. “Okay.” He finally said.
james-armstrongg:
That seemed like a good answer. It was admirable that the man followed his interests and made a career out of them. James felt like he’d done nothing of worth career-wise in his life. It was one of the biggest regrets he had, and one of the first things he hoped to remedy… as soon as he found something he was actually passionate about. “That’s as good a reason as any,” he nodded. “I’m just a waiter. Nothing special. It’s nice that you made a career out of something you’ve got interest in, though.”
“Well, you’re still young.” Vivek assured the man. “You still have time.”
dutch-balotelli:
Dutch smiled at him again, finding him to be incredibly endearing. “Settle down,” she warned him. She’d hate to have to report him to the firestarters for possibly blowing their cover. Not to mention, if he stepped out of line, any loan shark or casino owner he screwed over would come after him. She knew for a fact that he wouldn’t want that. “Yes, it’s me,” she said. “But always check to be sure it’s me. I often times impersonate my sister and in return, she may impersonate me. It makes for a tad bit of confusion from time to time.” She unwrinkled the paper, which had a message on it telling him a date and time when he needed to finish his task. “We’re spread too thin right now and there’s too many eyes watching after the blackout. We need know what was on the medical examiner’s report for Scott Sheffield along with his personal effects. Normally, Sofia would take care of this, but as she’s not around and occupied with the ever nosey Detective Seong, we need you to get them.”
Vivek let out a small sigh of relief at the task he was given. Sure, stealing from work wasn’t the best, but it was better than what he has been asked to do in the past. “Will do.” He said, calmly.
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Stella would have been lying if she said she wasn’t just a little bit excited to be attending the after party for Victoria Bradshaw’s film premier. Throughout the night she had done a fair bit of mixing and mingling, but eventually found herself wandering off from the crowds for some some breathing space, and to satiate her curiosity for the relatively large building the party was being hosted in.
At some point, she happened upon a corridor, though she wasn’t sure what lay on the other end as it was split by a series of doors. Some party goers appeared to have a similar idea, though she didn’t pay particular attention to them until someone (a man she recognised as working for her organisation) approached one of the doors in the same direction she was going. A faint, forced smile spread across her lips as she opened the door for him and allowed him to walk through. There were other rooms in the hallway that she hoped he might be going through, until they both reached a second door, which she held open again.
She forced a smile for the second time, but began to feel more awkward than irritated when she realised just how many doors seemed to cut the length of the corridor. (Stella assumed that whoever designed the building was extremely safety conscious, though she was sure so many doors would actually pose more of a hazard during a fire than they would in preventing one.) Now Stella really hoped this wouldn’t continue for much longer.
Vivek decided to leave the party or a bit to get a bit of fresh air. Usually, parties were a fun endeavour, but this did not seem to apply to parties one didn’t really want to go to.
Approaching the door, a woman who he recognised from the firestarting side of the VFD reached the door the same time as him and held it open. His fear of the VFD drove him to complete silence as he awkwardly nodded a thank you before making his way to the second door, which she also held open.
Vivek began to notice just how many doors were in this corridor.
“This is quite an inconvenient corridor.” He finally remarked, his frustration had overtaken his fear of the VFD, which was really something.
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How do you take your anger out?
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Who is someone you’ve cut out of your life, or wanted too, and why?
What’s the hardest thing you’ve ever worked for?
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nora-sanders:
“Surprisingly, I’m doing the same thing,” Nora admitted, as she looked over at her mound of paperwork. She figured that he worked at one of the hospitals, though she didn’t really want to ask in case it was true. The last thing that she really wanted was to think about her past, and while Nora was aware that was just a textbook case of avoidance, she figured that it was for the best. “Dr. Nora Sanders, it’s nice to meet you.”
“Sanders?” He asked, upon hearing the woman’s surname, which he recognised from work. “You aren’t related to the Sanders' who work at Heimlich Hospital, are you? ”
zetaxstcrow:
Zeta smiled at the man and held her hands behind her back as he spoke. She recognized him as a doctor at one of the hospitals. After she was first found, she went to all the hospitals in the area so they could check her head and see if there was a cause of her amnesia. They never found anything wrong with her, but she became familiar with many of the doctors and nurses. “What brought you to this party then?” she asked him. He was dressed very nicely and was well groomed. If she didn’t recognize him as a doctor, she would have thought he was one of the local celebrities.
"Oh, uhm...” Vivek had to lie, again. He didn’t really like lying, he always felt like he was digging a hole for himself. Thankfully, one that wasn’t too big quickly came to his. “I was just curious.” Vivek couldn’t say he recognised the woman, so many people came in and out of the hospital, he couldn’t really say any of them stood out. “I’m Vivek, by the way.”
james-armstrongg:
He was a man of few words – quite the opposite of James, who couldn’t seem to shut up even when it was the best thing for him. “Pleasure’s mine, Dr. Varma,” he offered in return. Maybe it would be better to ask an open ended question. Or maybe not to talk at all (though James didn’t truthfully consider that to be an option). “What made you want to be a doctor?”
“Oh, uhm... I was just really interested in biology.” Vivek responded, truthfully, while hoping that he didn’t come off as selfish. There were a lot of doctors in his life who said they became a doctor to help people, and while he saw merit in that, he simply just couldn’t say the same thing about himself, and he didn’t see that as a bad thing. Helping people was a nice bonus to his job, or at least it used to be, but it wasn’t why he went into it specifically.
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This wasn’t the worst situation that Vivek had been in, but it was by far the most irritating. Of course, he didn't dare to voice his irritation, but it was there, festering in the pit of his stomach. Instead, he calmly turned to the woman next to him in the car, and let out a small sigh.
“I think we have the wrong map.” He finally said.
Not for the first time this night had Ruby been bombarded with questions for the Mayor. But Mayor Parish needed some air (i.e. may have been dodging some questions) so she was left to stave of the crowds momentarily. One of the ‘perks’ of being the one members at the office available to attend the after party. At least she was getting some compensation…and maybe she could do some sleuthing while here. There were some figures here she’d been meaning to track down and ask a thing or two, but she’d lost them in the thick of the crowd.
However, an approaching figure caught her attention. “Oh, if you have any questions for the Mayor, I hate to inform you but, he’s out for a few minutes. But I’m happy to assist you if possible…unless I’m just standing in the way of the drink cart again.” Was she doing that again? If so, maybe it wouldn’t be the worst idea to just take one - she could definitely use some relaxation about now.
“That, you are." Vivek said, as soon as he approached the drink cart. “I take it you’ve been quite busy this evening.”
nora-sanders:
“Thanks,” Nora smiled at him, putting her own papers on the table. On the right she had her notebook, the left, some of the paperwork of her practice, and she figure that she’d methodically be able to go back and forth between the two. “What are you working on?” she asked, a little curious.
“I’m updating some patient files.” Vivek responded, not even bothering to look up from the paper he was writing on. He really wanted to focus on his work, but he figured it would be rude if he brushed off a conversation, so he went on to ask the woman the exact same thing. “What about you?”
