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@jonahmcd
teethandbone:
“I think it would’ve been plenty more impressive that way,” Kjerstin agreed, smirking. “For now, you’re just a guy that caught a stick he threw.”
“Well now it’ll be that much more impressive when I do it.”
“But I can see the bartender giving me the stink eye, so, I guess you’ll just have to wait for the next time.”
ohhitsflo:
Flora struggled to comprehend the sight before her. Smoke billowed from where the ambulance had driven into the side of the building, and people staggered in a trance-like state, seemingly unaware of the fact that those in the vehicle were likely dead or very badly injured. She needed to make sure an alarm was raised, although she couldn’t imagine that this had gone unnoticed downstairs - surely not? It took her a second to realise that the patient had joined her at the window ledge, peering out at the sight below. “Why isn’t anyone helping them? They’re just…” she huffed out a frustrated breath, “it’s like they don’t know what’s going on-”
The next thing she knew, he was tugging on her arm and had ducked down beneath the windowsill and out of sight. She followed suit because she wasn’t sure what else to do. Her heart began to quicken as she slowly realised that there may be actual danger here, danger that she couldn’t fix. Flora had heard plenty about the flu that was sweeping the country. Some malicious rumours suggested that it was turning people savage. Some news outlets reported the sheer violence that had occurred in some states, but she hadn’t known what to believe. So far, everyone who’d come to the emergency room had just been weak. Maybe that wasn’t the case any more…? She was starting to believe that those malicious rumours were true.
“I-uh… yeah, I know it well.” She nodded, racking her brain to think of a smart way out of the building. The front was obviously a no-go, and she suspected the same of the back entrance too. “The kitchen - that’s probably our best option. It’s on the bottom floor, and there’s a fire exit we could go through.” It posed a slight problem that they were on the fourth floor. “Is it a good idea to use the elevators? I don’t even know… there’s a stairwell at the other side of the building we could try?”
Jonah struggled to sort through every course of action that was popping up in his head. They could take the elevator and skip a few levels, but they’d be going in to the situation blind. What if the doors opened and it was nothing but the dead to greet them? They’d be cornered, and utterly fucked. The stairs were likely better, but by a thin margin. His eyes are fixed intently on the floor as he thinks, brow furrowed farther than he thought possible. Likely, he’d remain in this trance, were it not for how fucking cold his bare ass was. Great, he thinks. The dead are walking the earth and he isn’t even wearing pants. What sort of fucked up hellscape is this? His gaze returns to the other, and he nods. “We should probably find something to defend ourselves with, then.. I think the stairs are our best bet. Those things don’t seem very fast or smart, doors and steps should buy us some time.”
He rises from his crouch, again looking out the window, watching the geeks pour into the dilapidated building. The sooner they got moving, the better, the longer they waited, the more crowded the lower level was going to be. With as much self preservative courage as he can muster, he quells the anxious pit growing in his stomach and reaches his hand towards the door handle. With hesitation, he turns the knob, opening the door only slightly to peer down the hallway, before turning back to the nurse. “It’s clear for now, we should get a move on.”
teethandbone:
Kjerstin watched Jonah do his throwing trick, raising an eyebrow when he tossed the stick into the air and caught it. It was… alright. She could probably do it, but hell, she wasn’t going to try. “Really? What exactly were you trying to accomplish better than that?” she joked, shaking her head as she let out a chuckle.
“Well, it works for seals. I was hoping to inspire the same jovial sense of awe and wonder.”
“Probably should’ve used my nose, huh? Would that have been more impressive? You can be honest with me.”
ohhitsflo:
“Oh, yeah, it’s crazy down there. We’re getting a handle on it though.” Famous last words. Flora wanted make this as quick and painless as possible so that she could be of more use elsewhere, however she didn’t bargain on him being so keen to whiz through things. He ran off his stats at a pace that she just couldn’t keep up with, so she didn’t try to. Letting him finish, she waited for a natural pause to come before she told him he had to fill the form out himself and sign the permission slip. “It’s Miss Blume.” She replied, “and that’s all great to know, Mr McDermott… so if you could just write it all down on this form, that’d be great.” She held out the clipboard and pen to him, a tight smile on her face, suspecting that he wouldn’t be too pleased that she couldn’t do it for him. “Just make sure you sign the permission slip too. We can’t do anything without that.”
Her attention drifted slightly as she left him with the paperwork, and she suddenly became aware of strange noises coming from somewhere - she couldn’t work out where. It sounded close though, which worried her a tad, especially when she swore she heard a scream. She peered out of the little porthole in the door, seeing nothing in the corridor where she had just come from. Suddenly a loud crash came from outside the building, and Flora rushed over to the window to take a look. “Oh my god…” Her hand covered her mouth as she stared on in shock. An ambulance had driven straight into the side of the building, and there was a growing crowd of people outside who didn’t look to be phased by the accident at all.
He looks at her, blank expression, before eyes wander down to the clipboard, and back up at her. A forced smile as he briskly takes the clipboard and pen.
“You’re the boss, lady.” he concedes, making a point to raise the pen in the air before giving it a *click*. The things he does for a commission. It’ll all be worth it at least, to be back in New York and out of this bumfuck town. Check here, name there, he scribbles in answers, haphazardly, until the scream draws his attention away from the clipboard.
“Sounds like someone’s fear of needles got the better of them this -” Then the crash. Whatever smug expression accompanied what was intended to be a playful quip is wiped from his face. He can’t control the look of shock that comes over him as he nearly falls off the table. After regaining his balance, he rushes over to the window where the nurse is peering out. His bare ass is the least of his worries now, curiosity is his main motivator.
”Blume, what the fuck was.. Ho..ly shit.” He stares in awe. “That guy is soooo fired.” He continues staring, and the longer he stares, the more he notices something isn’t quite.. right. There’s something wrong with the people outside, they’re shambling and pale, bloody and.. Gross.
His eyes widen in fear and he ducks beneath the window, pulling Nurse Blume’s arm to get her down with him.
“Get down.” he demands, his tone now more raw than the mask he put on. He’d heard about this shit, his friends on the East Coast were talking about it. How this flue was more like rabies, people being attacked and bitten by the sick in the street. Seemed like a bunch of fear mongering at the time, but the way those things looked.. Well, he believed it now. “Listen.. This shit is.. We gotta get out of here. You know this place, what’s the fastest way out?”
ohhitsflo:
Flora had been tasked with helping Dr. Steiner out for the afternoon, which suited her fine. The Emergency Room had been a lot busier than usual, mostly because people suffering from the recent flu outbreak thought it was a good idea to try their luck seeing a doctor that way - it wasn’t. Thankfully she’d been taken out of that rotation for the rest of her shift. Her coworkers would just have to deal with the onslaught of people flocking in without her. They would manage.
Checking over the patient’s notes, Flora scanned over the vital information, then knocked gently on the door of room eighty six before she slowly cracked it open a few inches. “Mr McDermott?” Flora walked in, still observing the last few notes before she finally glanced up. “Dr. Steiner will be back with you shortly, I just need you to fill out some paperwork with me before we can take you down for your scan. That okay?” It would have to be okay because it was procedure, but it was always polite to ask, even though her bedside manner was a little forced at times.
The nurse wasn’t who Jonah had been hoping would walk through the door, and the fake “salesman” smile he’d dawned in expectation, quickly fell off of his face, and onto the floor upon the first words out of her mouth. There’s a subtle sigh at the realization that he’s going to have to waste his time talking with the underling first, then another smile ( though significantly smaller than the first ).
“Yeah, yeah, that’s fine. Well, I bet your asses are slammed with all that flu shit going around so, let’s make this quick. Um, name? Jonah McDermott. Birthdate? June 19, 1986. Height slash weight? Six foot two inches and 204 pounds. Allergies? None, just lucky I guess. My blood pressure has been 120/80 since college, the pressure with which blood courses through my body is perfect. Don’t smoke, do drink, sexually active and no, no other questions.” He cocks his head to the side, offering another grin, this one a bit smug.
“You have any other questions, Miss, uh -?”
elijames-anderson:
The kick woke him from his sleep with a start. “Dude”, he cried out in irritation. “What the fuck?”
“Good fucking morning to you, too. Didn’t mean to kick you THAT hard but.. In my defense, you did call me ma and.. Seems to me like something a ma would do.”
teethandbone:
Kjerstin watched the balls do their work on the table, pursing her lips as she observed his overconfidence. Well, alright. He had some kind of skills — and she was going to stay as far from the stick as she could while still interacting. No way she was going to embarrass herself so early into the night. “Alright. What else can you do?”
“Okay, I’ll give you one more, but I’m not gonna be your dancing monkey all night, alright?” He would. Any chance to show off is like Christmas for Jonah. He motions for her to steer clear, and lifts an open palm towards the ceiling. Then he sets the pool stick on his open palm so it balances. There, he keeps it, jerking his hand, and sometimes taking steps to keep it pointing upwards. After he flashes a prideful smile, he tosses is into the air, snatching it dramatically with his other hand. “Aaaaaaaand that was more impressive in my head.”
teethandbone:
“Kudos to you for recognizing all of my achievements there,” she laughed. “It’s just damn about time that someone recognizes them right off the bat. And you? Just bad at pool, I’m guessing?”
“Nah, ah ,ah!” he exclaims shaking his head, “not bad, just not good right now. You’ll see. A couple more drinks, and you’ll see. Here, watch, and be amazed.”
He takes a large drink from his beer and executes an intricate ritual of stretching, as if such preparations will change the outcome of his shot. One eye closed, he peers down the stick. With a quick jerk, he hits the cue, which in turn hits that pesky three ball. With a loud CRACK, it lands itself in the pocket.
teethandbone:
“Bless. I’m not awful at anything,” Kjerstin joked. Well, maybe pool. “But I’m just drinking to drink. Cheers.”
“Cheers to you! Being young, and hot, and super good at everything. Must be nice!” he smiles, the warmest he can put on. It isn’t that he’s NOT enjoying himself, but he must be sure that everyone else can tell he’s enjoying himself.
OUTBREAK | w/ @ohhitsflo
He hates the way his bare ass feels against this waxy ass paper. Why do doctors have to do that? Strip you down to your bare ass and make you wait for half an hour on a table covered in sticky paper? This hospital gown is embarrassing, the whole thing is embarrassing. It better be worth it, what he’s doing. If Dr. Steiner doesn’t buy this Mercedes, Jonah isn’t sure he’ll have enough to start over somewhere else. He’s been in this bodunk, nowhere town for too long already, usually he’s moved on by now.
Don’t like being in the same place for too long, don’t like sitting on my bare ass for too long.
There’s a buzz from his phone, a welcome distraction, even if it is his boss. Sad man, divorced. Well, not yet, but he will be. It’s too bad Jonah won’t be around to see the fallout. 20$ says he gets a motorcycle.
“Yeah, hey, I’m at the hospital right now.. Trying to close this sale.. Uh huh. No, I -” There’s a knock at the door, and he stops the sentence in it’s tracks. “I gotta go, Don, don’t call me back.”
of-henrietta:
“I’m good with what I have,” She said, lifting her glass up slightly. “I’m also not much better.”
“Suit yourself. It’s probably a lot more fun sitting there alone, anyway.” He shrugs, returning his attention to the table. He, again, lines up his shot. It feels like a whimsical walk of shame, in a way. It’s with less force, this time, he hits the cue, causing the three ball to roll softly into the corner pocket. Not as theatrical as he’d like, but it’ll do.
teethandbone:
Kjerstin watched the man play pool, trying to keep herself from making any comments. She wasn’t a great pool player by any means — she filmed on top of them plenty of times, however — and she was terribly, well, terrible at the actual concept of pool.
“I believe that at least you’re not sober enough to remember how awful you are at that point.”
“You could have a point there.” He nods his head slowly, pursing his lips as he surveys the table, before returning his gaze to her. “Are you trying to forget how awful you are at something too?”
of-henrietta:
“Could’ve fooled me,” Henri shrugged, though whether she was talking about his skill or his sobriety was still up in the air. She swirled the straw in the drink in her hand, still uncertain of the game at hand. She was never good at any of those games, no matter how many times she had managed to sneak herself into bar.
A half laugh through his nose, then another drink of his beer. “Fine, then, you wanna give it a shot?” he proposes, extending the cue towards her. “If you can get the three ball in, I’ll get you a drink.”
“Three ball, corner pocket,” he mutters to himself, eyes zeroing in on the cue. A sharp clack on contact, an impressive sound, on its own. But no cigar. With a groan he raises himself off the table, and takes an eager drink before locking eyes with the person across the bar staring.
“I’m not drunk enough to be good yet, okay? Anyone who really plays would tell you, you’ve GOTTA be drunk.”
With a twitch of his leg, the unconscious boy mumbled something incoherent. It wasn’t until someone tapped his leg that his words became more clear. Letting out a loud rumbling snore, Eli shifted. “Five more minutes, ma”
“Falling asleep just anywhere? That’s the gift of youth. Alright, kid, up and at ‘em.” He said this with a kick, a little harder than the one before.
