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Bounce Back || Kitty & Elli

Although Kitty was not an actual Ripperdoc, she had still spent a year in medical school and had still adopted enough medical knowledge to know the basics. However, uncommon it was, Kitty still believed in the importance of basic CPR. Most medical professionals disagree, stating that there was no need when a machine could do the exact same thing. But in a crisis, in an environment where there was a lack of machinery and you were on your own- your dependence on machines could very well cost a life.

The dummy was placed on the floor, on top of a padded mat. It lacked the detail of a real human, but still included a rubber nose, blank eyes, and a mouth. It appeared as if it’s lower body had been sliced off from the waist, those specific parts deemed useless for the purpose of this mannequin. Although Kitty had never seen a dead person before, she wondered if this is what they looked like. Limp, soulless, a blank expression. Kitty sighed, as she finally looked up at her student, returning to reality. The blonde woman before her was around the same age, and although Kitty had never formally met her, she had smiled at her the few times she passed her in the medical building. She knew her name was Elli, but that was all. “It’s wonderful to finally meet you, I’m Kitty.” Kitty stretched out her hand and formed a gentle smile, which softened her features. She was happy to teach Elli basic CPR. The more medical knowledge someone knew the better, and it was essential she was properly trained, especially if she was working in a medical building.

Kitty knelt beside the mannequin and placed a hand on his chest. It was cold, stiff against her skin. It felt nothing like the warm embrace of a real human, had no beating heart of its own. "This is going to be our patient for today, " Kitty grinned and glanced at Elli. She was a tall, slender woman, with the perfect sculptured nose Kitty had ever seen. Her figure was absolutely perfect and Kitty couldn’t help but allow jealousy to creep over her. Although it may seem odd to someone else, Kitty noticed the fine details in the people she crossed, and often compared herself to them. Being detailed was both a blessing, and a curse. She always hated her nose and wondered how much a rhinoplasty would cost her. Noticing she was drifting off into her own thoughts, Kitty glanced back at the dummy and tapped her fingers on his chest attempting to formulate a scenario. “Okay, let’s say we are the first to arrive on the scene and we find him flat on his back in this position. He doesn’t appear to be breathing, and his airway is clear, meaning he is not choking on anything. What we must do first, is find the appropriate place to compress.” Kitty brought one finger to the end of the dummy’s rib cage, and to the top of his rib cage, right below his throat. “That is right in between the xiphoid process and the sternum notch, these two points here. Place one pinkie on each point, and where your thumbs meet, that’s the place we compress. Following?”

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The Apprentice | Kitty & Vince

It wasn’t often there was a slow afternoon in the clinic, which meant most of any learning he could offer to his assistant was practical and totally hands on. Depending on who you asked this could be a negative or a positive, the latter tended to be amongst fellow ripperdocs who tended to learn the trade via another rather than traditional education. Vincent however, had come from a traditional background and so whenever he could he’d squeeze in a lesson or two. Vince swiped the tablet so it projected onto the bare wall opposite them, the patient files of Sara Green laid bare, she’d come to Vince a few months ago with severe abdomen pain. He handed the tablet over to her so she could swipe through the initial notes, he’d been careful to remove the end diagnosis and treatment saving that for later. The projection wavered, the tablet was old and a little archaic in comparison to what you could buy nowadays but Vince didn’t like spending money frivolously. If he could get something second hand he would, spend his money elsewhere or poignantly on another.

“Here,” he said softly. “This is Sara, feel free to go through all of the notes and her scans,” he flicked through the pages to show the CT scans he’d taken, “give me your diagnosis and proposed treatment plan.” It wasn’t a complicated case, a rather straight forward one in-fact of appendicitis and he didn’t doubt it wouldn’t take Kitty long to suss it out. Still, it was good practice and there were a few other cases that he’d prepared for her to look over afterwards if they had time. Vince leaned back into his seat and reached for his cup, the light scent of earl grey calming even here within the clinic which resembled his home so closely it was hard not to be relaxed. The only difference to the downstairs and the upstairs, his private living quarters, was that down here the rooms were full of machines that beeped and blinked incessantly. He offered Kitty a warm if a little tired smile, if the afternoon had been slow the morning had been chaotic and tiring. Still Vince was nothing sort of amiable.

That and it was awfully easy to be pleasant in her company, more so than perhaps anyone else, he was glad it had been her to answer his advertisement and he was glad he’d gotten the chance to know her. He had come to think of her as a close friend, liked their time spent together even if most of it was busy working, he hoped to change that. To spend more time together, if Kitty wished so, to get to know her better. He had thought of asking her but somehow something always cropped up, a patient or a phone call for either of them. “So what do you think Kitty?”

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Kitty had never seen a tablet so prehistoric. Fumbling around with it in her delicate hands, she giggled at the way it felt against her skin. “Wow, Vince.” Kitty teased, acting a little startled. "What century did you say this was from again?" Although the young woman liked to believe she was somewhat impressionable, Kitty was a sweetly vulnerable, as well as aggressive and dynamic in her self-expression, especially when the time called for it. She wasn't really fussed about the tablet- in fact, she wouldn't really care if he gave her a pen and paper to read from. What she found amusing was the fact that her boss still hadn't bothered to update himself on the latest technology. Everything he did seemed rather... Dorky?

Kitty flicked through Sara’s medical history, vitals, neural obvs as well as her symptoms during her stay. She furrowed her brows staring at the screen, as Vince leaned back in his seat and took a sip of his tea. Although she was a dreamer, hard work was everything but foreign. Kitty was something of a perfectionist and aimed to impress. "Okay..." She sighed and nodded her head at the information. "Well her blood pressure is a little low but nothing significant, which rules out any cardiovascular problems." Kitty thought aloud. Cardiovascular and respiratory issues became a growing problem with the increased pollutants floating in the air. It was everywhere and inescapable. “She claims to have abdominal pain and it seems like you’ve also detected a mild fever.” Immediately, Kitty swiped through the information until she found the CT scan of Sara’s abdomen. The insides of a human were incredibly interesting- the anatomy and the physiology. How every piece worked together in order to create a living, breathing organism. Although it was a rather simple concept, it was one Kitty pondered over often. “Huh!” Kitty beamed, as her eyes darted to the glowing glob in the patient’s stomach. “It’s her appendix.... Poor woman.” Kitty sighed and gently placed the tablet on the table.

“Well... Simple.” Kitty shrugged, obviously lost in her own thought. “I’d want to prevent any further complications and promote comfort. I’d firstly want to take care of her acute pain, get her to undergo a pain assessment, keep her at rest in semi-Fowler’s position and administer medication for the relief of pain facilitates cooperation with other interventions such as encouraging early ambulation to promote normalization of organ function. I’d also administer IV fluids and electrolytes since the peritoneum reacts to irritation and infection by producing large amounts of intestinal fluid, which does reduce the circulating blood volume resulting in dehydration and relative electrolyte imbalances. This could also explain her low blood pressure, something I’d monitor quite frequently. I’d definitely document bowel sounds for passing flatus and bowel movement. Little things like inspecting mucous membranes, assessing skin turgor and capillary refill. I’d maintain gastric and intestinal suction to decompress the bowel and promote intestinal rest to prevent monitoring. I’d never administer enemas since that raises the threat of a rupturing appendix. I would also monitor her risk for infection by noting onsents of fever, chills, changes in mentation, reports of increasing abdominal pain, things like that. Inspecting incisions and dressings are also essential as well as noting characteristics of drainage from the wound.” There were a couple other things Kitty could have said, but she recited the main information and smiled at her answer. “Under my care, she should be up and out in no time.”

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After Hours || Kitty & John

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He isn’t falling into bad habits – which is what he tells himself, his intentions perfectly innocent, just going for a walkabout. After all, he is doing so well – putting in his time at the fight circle, those viciously honest pit fights keep his skills sharp and keep some money in his pocket. It isn’t out of malice that he indulges in a touch of violence, after all – he is damn near pacifistic outside those controlled fights – and he is a good enough guy in general, genial to most and easy-going. There’s moments when those green eyes would darken at a thought, a surprising layer of complexity that not everyone seems to catch, mostly noting the size and the drive and the muscle when they saw him at all. It’s been a long time since he was play-acting a corporate in an Armani suit and silk tie. Deep down, however, he’s always been a down-home New York boy, and it radiates out in his voice – or would, if he bothered talking.

John’s not pro-conversation as a rule when there’s someone threatening someone – and he’s not much for negotiation in a narrower sense, either. Despite a good grade point average from a business major, he’s never been much for long-term, careful strategy, or knowing when to yield the room, but what he is skilled at is sizing up a situation in the meantime and reacting quickly. What he sees is a man assaulting someone who doesn’t seem like she’s in the mood to vent any demons – and while John’s perfectly comfortable with letting a person defend themselves if they’re up to it, he doesn’t like slanted odds. Her attacker’s got height and weight advantage, and a weapon – and as he focuses a little more, peers through the gloom to get a better look at the woman’s frightened face in the split second before he jumps the guy – he feels pretty good about his decision. It is Kitty after all, and although he might not know her too well, he doubts back-alley brawls are a usual night’s entertainment for her.

Luckily, they’re not foreign to him.

Luckily, he has the element of surprise.

The other man’s taller but thinner and he isn’t looking over his shoulder, and isn’t expecting 170 pounds of irritated New Yorker to come looming up behind him.

There’s a flurry of efficient violence – no taunts or shouts or screams. Its actually relatively quiet – always is in a serious fight – only grunts and intakes of breath as the skinnier guy’s swiping with the knife – driving John’s first objective home. There’s a little messiness on John’s approach, a first sight of blood welling up through cloth at his side as he doesn’t quite get to where he’s headed there in time, but he makes up for it a moment later with a devastating wrench behind the guy’s back as John steps forward – hyper flexing his arm until the knife clatters to the ground and he can kick it away. Down to fists, there’s a brief standoff in the scuffle – blows traded, and although John takes a few minor hits himself, he’s coming for him with the single-minded determination of a freight train – driving out the air from the guy’s lungs from his stomach in a directed blow, a vicious kick out of his knee earning a sharp scream, and they’re rolling –

It’s ugly, if honesty is to be fully expressed, a full-out street brawl with no-holds barred, and when John manages to land on top, one knee planted firm on the guy’s chest, one hand wrenching hard into his hood into an almost stranglehold, and the other fist hammering full on in a crushing blow to his temple, there’s an almost sense of –

Joy?

Joy isn’t the right word, but it’s a shade of contentment on the vigilante’s part as the guy slumps, as pulse is checked and remains steady. John’s bleeding a little, scratched up and bruised, split lip giving his face a well-meaning but off-kilter expression as he stumbles to his feet – makes his way over to Kitty to help her up. Even with his blood up, however, he knows better than to rush over. He makes his approach nice and slow.

John’s not a white knight. Still, he doesn’t look for trouble – even if it always seems to find him.

Any fire in those green eyes has faded down to embers, and although there’s a tough-guy sensibility to him – shoulders still tense under leather jacket – his gaze and that offered hand, palm up and harmless – is surprisingly gentle. His voice, rough-edged naturally as it is, is soft, slow, understanding that she’s likely shaken and doesn’t need him making it worse.

“Hey - Kit-Kat?”

It’s a gentle question, head tilted in the semi-darkness, breathing still a little fast, but smile genuine. His tone is deep and reassuring, warm as the smile.

“C’mon, kiddo, you’re gonna be okay.”

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It was difficult for Kitty to make sense of the scene before her. The pale moonlight only gave so much away. Punches were thrown, that was for certain, and as the two men began to brawl, Kitty crawled further and further away. Run? Stay? Friend? Or foe? All these questions and more caused a battleground in the young woman’s head, as different instincts told her different things. However, the scenarios of her own brutal death continued to replay throughout her head. She wasn't even sure if her 'rescuer' was even to be trusted. He was violent, quite obviously skilled in beating others to a bloody pulp- THUD, her attacker slumped to the ground, the two men bringing the brawl to the gravel. Kitty was able to make out the dark shadow of one of the men pinning the other down with his knee. Despite his resistance and failed attempts to punch him off, the man was not budging. Ultimately, it was the blow to the head that brought her attacker down for good. Kitty covered her mouth and slowly buried her face in her hands. She felt faint, she felt dizzy, she shut her eyes, feeling herself slipping out of consciousness. The frigid wind had no remorse and felt cruel against her hands and clammy skin. She was breathing much more rapidly than normal and with a quick feel of her weak radial pulse... Kitty diagnosed herself as going into shock.

His voice was slow, gentle and felt somewhat nurturing to Kitty. “I- I’m fine...” Kitty replied to the man, stabilizing her breathing and checking her pulse once more. Stil rather weak, it was slowly regaining its strength and rhythm. The man’s voice also sounded a little familiar, and the name ‘Kit-Kat’ wasn’t so foreign either. “Oh my God...” Kitty breathed. “John?” She asked, using her own hands to push herself up from the ground. Patting her skirt, Kitty noticed the graze on her palm. It stung, but other than that, she hadn’t taken any more damage. However, her rescuer looked as if he wasn’t able to defend himself from all of the numerous punches that went flinging around. Digging herself deeper into her coat, Kitty still felt incredibly cold, her legs still trembling, only just keeping her up. She wasn’t exactly sure what to say, or what to do. “Damn it.” Kitty hissed. “Second time! You know I’ve had my purse stolen from me before!” Shaking her head, her voice trembled with distress and regret as she replayed the theft in her mind. “I’m sorry...” Kitty shook her head and sighed. “Thank-you.... I’m pretty sure you saved my life.” She tightened her grip on her new purse and managed to plaster a weak smile. Her milkmaid braided hair was now in shambles, loose strands weakly swaying in the gentle wind, while the damper ones clung to her jaw.

She didn’t know much about John. He was a mystery to her, a mystery she had never thought about solving. He seemed to lack detail, manners and a sense of style. He would often arrive at the clinic, slowly yet surely, and spend some time visiting Vincent. He had a quiet strength about him and a piercing gaze she often avoided. But now, she couldn’t help but wonder what he was doing hanging around? Going for an evening walk maybe? He didn’t look like the type who enjoyed leisurely strolls. Even though her brain theorized about the possibilities as to who this man really was, Kitty was extremely thankful he was around. “Your lip... We have supplies at the clinic, some antiseptic cream that will help just in case it's infected." Kitty glanced back down at the unconscious man on the floor. He was rotten, feral, and just like the majority of the other civilians in this city. "Who knows what he's touched." She sighed deeply, her voice croaky and broken.

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THE ROMANTIC

“You’re dangerous, because you make me believe in the impossible.”

Name Cathryn Felix Alias Kitty Age 23 Role Techie Occupation Ripperdoc Assistant

This character is portrayed by ASTRID BERGES FRISBEY and is currently TAKEN.

APPEARANCE

Cathryn is most usually seen in billowy skirts and dresses in colours that range of soft pinks to dainty creams, her dark hair braided into intricate styles. Sweet as honey and calm as a summer’s breeze, in another life she might’ve been a ballet dancer. Her cybernetics are limited to a small biomonitor on the inside of her wrist, discrete and easily hidden beneath the sleeve of a cardigan. She’s has been considering getting shift-tacts, coloured contact lenses, dusted with a ring of glitter in the iris. But she’s unsure whether or not to shell out her money on such frivolous cybernetics.

BIOGRAPHY

Cathryn, or Kitty as she prefers, has always been a soft-spoken doe eyed girl, from childhood through into young adulthood. The daughter of Harrison Felix who has large shares in the giant department store Marcini’s, the height of luxury, in the city centre. It afforded Cathryn a cushy upbringing and her pick of the latest fashions that would befall the store, the best dressed student at the local city school she was known for her sweet smiles and polite chatter. Beneath lay the potential for something greater than fashion design, as suggested by both her teacher and mother, ever since she’d been young she had been fascinated with becoming a Doctor.

The fascination tumbled into years of hard grafting and working to achieve the right grades, biology and chemistry weren’t her natural strong points. In-fact her highest grades were always in subjects surrounding literature or creative writing, she had a beautiful hand for prose aided by the countless of romance novels she’d read over the years, classic and modern. Despite this Kitty graduated high-school with a near perfect grade turn out, hours spent locked away being diligent had paid off and more importantly she made it into university, Columbia University, it was a dream come true.

She completed her initial degree without hitch and was lucky enough to be accepted into Columbia’s medicine school meaning she needn’t worry about leaving New York for another city, something that’d caused her a great deal of stress initially. Only the fantasy crumbled piece by piece as Kitty found herself succumbing to the sheer stress of the course, she hadn’t even finished her first year before she’d resigned from the course and headed home. After taking a brief break to collect herself Kitty, determined not to give up on her dream, began to search for alternative routes into healing the sick. It was a twist of fate that she found an advertisement for a ripperdoc assistant, advertised in a window no less, ever since she’s been working for a man named Vincent Decker. The only ripperdoc that offered to give her work beyond pushing paper, Kitty is determined to absorb all she can from him even if this method of learning is a tad unorthodox.

MISC

Lover of both romance films and novels, classic and modern.

Has two younger siblings one of whom has become the family disappointment and sells bootleg cyberwear.

Predominately goes by the nickname Kitty but will also go by Cathy.

Has a small studio apartment in the Upper Marina area as she loves the smell of the sea.

CONNECTIONS

Vincent Decker her employer and friend, it took a while for the pair to grow close and still months on Kitty knows very little about him. But she admires him for his work greatly and is determined to prove that she has nerves of steel necessary to continue working with him.

Tobias Blake she met him a few weeks ago, although met might not be an appropriate word, he stole her purse and all it’s contents. She’s been to the police about the matter but as of yet they’ve done very little, timid as she might be Kitty is determined to get her purse back.

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After Hours || Kitty & John

Kitty glanced out the window. The sun had almost settled over the horizon, exposing a cloud of pollution over the city. She sighed as she packed her belongings; this city was destroying itself. Partygoers, drunks, misfits tripped over their own feet on the side of the street and Kitty wondered whether walking home was going to be a bad idea. One even bent over and puked all over the side of the road. "Ugh..." Kitty grimaced with disgust. She had walked home before, found comfort in her own thoughts and imagination. It seemed as if her legs and imagination worked in unison; her fantasies flourished with every step she took, earphones dug deep, music loud feeding her isnpiration. During these walks home Kitty often created love stories, tragic romantic plots or thought about the poetry Vincent had shown her only a couple hours ago. He always seemed vacant, a little distant. Maybe he doesn't like me? Kitty asked herself. She always told herself to stop obsessing over potential new flames, but the excitement was always far too powerful.

The stench of the pollution made her nose wrinkle. It was almost completely dark now, yet, Kitty maintained a steady walking pace. Most of the drunks were harmless, their perception on time and reality altered by their polluted consciousness. She passed a few, smiled at them even, but wouldn’t dare laugh at them or maintain eye contact for long periods of time. Instead, Kitty distracted herself by weighing the pros and cons of whether or not the coloured contact lenses, dusted with a ring of glitter around the iris was worth it. They’re so cute... BUT, you won’t be able to replace your French Pear scentled candle for a couple of weeks. Kitty sighed at rational thought. Averting her attention back to her surroundings, she noticed a hooded figure making his way towards her. He was definitely not intoxicated by the way he carried himself, as if he was ready to knock down anything in his path. He appeared firm yet aggressive, his hands buried deep in his pocket. Discreetly, Kitty paused her song, focusing her attention on the man. Her heartbeat increased, she found her hands trembling in the pockets of her coat. As they passed, Kitty maintained a firm gaze on the pavement and held her breath in case he smelt of something rotten. All seemed still and quiet, and the slight brush of shoulders sent shivers down her spine.

He had passed her..., and he was on his way. Just as Kitty was about to play her music, large hands grabbed at her mouth. Attempting to scream, Kitty’s eyes shot open, but all that escaped was a broken squeal. Her hands flailed in the air, clawing and grabbing at anything she could get her hands on. She felt her nails dig into his heavy parka. He was much stronger than her, blocking her nose so she couldn’t breath. As he hauled her into an alley way, Kitty’s failed attempts to claw at the wall resulted in broken nails and small gasps for breath. As quickly as he picked her up, he let her go. Her nimble frame was now thrown on the ground, a splash of muddy water stung her eyes. He taunted her by slowly walking towards her, pulling a small knife out of his pocket. Her thought process was chaos, and despite wanting to scream, she couldn’t. You’re going to die now. Was all that filled her head, corrupting the sweet fantasies she often dreamt about.

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