the doctor's in.

she doesn't have a medical license, but she'll stitch you up for a joint and twenty bucks.

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inspectorlayton:

     “ you’ve got blood on your shoe. ” had his father’s skills of observation, but unfortunately, none of his TACT. the bloody stain was only small, barely visible, and yet had peaked the child’s morbid sense of curiosity in a heartbeat. “ you’re not a serial killer, are you? if you are, you’re not a very GOOD one. ”

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    “What a lil’ cutie!” She leans forward, palms pressed just above her knees. She reaches out, giving his hair a tussle. “No, no. I’m not a serial killer.” Her brow quizzically draws together. The kid was sharp. “This is jus’ some paint,” she lies through her pearly white grin. She crouches down beside the boy, lacing her fingers together. “Y’know, this alley ain’t too safe. Where’s your parents, tiger?”

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mrqvinn

“came for some help.” he turned to face her, and the front part of his shirt had plenty of blood on it, likely from the hole in his shoulder. “i heard you offer that. if i’m wrong, i can find someone else.” for someone with a gunshot, he was surprisingly calm. in his job it was just a thing that happened. most of the pain only happened when he moved it, so he was being very careful not to. he’d clearly been keeping pressure on it himself, but he was rubbish at actually sewing himself up. “i have cash, if it’s any–” a wince. “incentive.”

     “Ohhhhhhhh, shit.” She takes a step back, eyes bugging at the crimson that tainted his garments. Violet lets out a descending whistle. “...Ya came to the right place, tiger.” She purses her lips into a tight smile. Her head gives a nod. “Let’s get you patched up, hm?” She gives his arm a friendly pat before turning on her heel. “Follow me. Basement’s over here. Watch your step.”

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@mrqvinn ; starter call. 

     “We’re closed.” She stands behind the man who had no business being in the bar that shut its doors an hour ago. The lamplight shining through the blinds eerily casts over her red-rimmed eyes. “You lose somethin’ or what?” A curt smile dares to cross her lips.

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hebled

        RARELY DID HE seek for medical help outside of actual hospitals. Fishy things happened out in the streets and David rather fancied to not lose a kidney because he wanted to grow stupid for a short while. Desperate times called for desperate measures however and the bleeding wound upon his side from a KNIFE that had found its way into one of fists was evidence enough.

        “ Then how ‘bout ye’ hurry up and get yer’ lil’ MEDKIT ready ? Ain’t got all day. I’m bleedin’ out ‘ere. ”

        And though the growl was harsh and the words were spat one could HEAR the wheeze of pain hidden in his vocal cords.

   Her gum lets out a solid pop! as she furls her brow together. “Hey now! No need to get snippy with me.” She tips back her flask, swallowing the last of its amber contents. “You get snippy with me, I’ll get snippy with you.” She wraps her fingers around her medical scissors. “Hah!” She thinks her joke was beyond hilarious. “Alright, now siddown.” 

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SUPERNATURAL   0504: THE END   SENTENCE STARTERS

‘ you know the not-talking thing is kinda creepy, right? ‘ ‘ aw, crap. ‘ ‘ let’s see what’s happening in sports. that’s right - no more sports. congress revoked the right to group assembly. ‘ ‘ he, what, dropped a dime on me? ‘ ‘ in fact, why don’t you give me one good reason why i shouldn’t gank you right here and now? ‘ ‘ croatoan virus, right? that’s their endgame? ‘ ‘ it’s efficient, it’s incurable, and it’s scary as hell. ‘ ‘ whoa, you’re just going to leave me here? ‘ ‘ i got a camp of twitchy trauma survivors out there with an apocalypse hanging over their head. ‘ ‘ you stay on lock down. ‘ ‘ dick. ‘ ‘ we’re pretty good on canned goods for now, but we’re down on next to nothing on perishables and hygiene supplies. ‘ ‘ people are not gonna be happy about this. ‘ ‘ aren’t you supposed to be out on a mission right now? ‘ ‘ you spent the night in jane’s cabin last night, didn’t you? ‘ ‘ i thought we had a connection. ‘ ‘ why not get washed up for the orgy? ‘ ‘ i thought you’d gotten over trying to label me. ‘ ‘ oh yeah, it’s friggin’ fascinating. ‘ ‘ what are you, stoned? ‘ ‘ when you need to know something, you will know it. ‘ ‘ you just shot a guy in cold blood! ‘ ‘ i didn’t see the point in troubling a good man with bad news. ‘ ‘ you don’t get to make the decisions, i do. ‘ ‘ when i say stay in, you stay in. ‘ ‘ what was the mission, anyway? ‘ ‘ tonight, i’m gonna kill the devil. ‘ ‘ you wanna shut up? ‘ ‘ so, a demon tells you where satan’s gonna be and you just believe it? ‘ ’ oh good, it’s right in the middle of a hotzone. ‘ ‘ you sayin’ my plan is reckless? ‘ ‘ okay, if you don’t like reckless, i could use insouciant, maybe. ‘ ‘ we’re loaded and on the road at midnight. ‘ ‘ relax, you’ll be fine. ‘ ‘ you’re coming because i want you to see something. ‘ ‘ lucifer is wearing him to prom. ‘ ‘ half the planet’s better than no planet, which is what we have now! ‘ ‘ if i could do it all over again, i’d say yes in a heartbeat. ‘ ‘ you hoard toilet paper. hoard it like it’s made of gold. ‘ ‘ i’m happy that the stick is out of your ass. ‘ ‘ i’m not an angel anymore. ‘ ‘ i’m practically human. ‘ ‘ why the hell not bury myself in women and decadence, right? ‘ ‘ you’re lying to these people and to me. ‘ ‘ i know your lying expressions. ‘ ‘ i don’t seem to be the only member of your posse with some questions, so maybe i’ll just take my doubts over to them. ‘ ‘ this place should be white hot with croats. where are they? ‘ ‘ you mean you’re gonna send your friends into a meat grinder? ‘ ‘ something is broken in you. ‘ ‘ go ahead. kill me. ‘ ‘ kill you? don’t you think that would be a little redundant? ‘ ‘ oh good god. you’re not gonna tell me a bedtime story, are you? ‘ ‘ then he asked all of us to bow down before you - to love you more than him. ‘ ‘ these human beings are flawed, murderous. ‘ ‘ does the punishment fit the crime? ‘ ‘ i know what you are. the same brand of cockroach i’ve been squashing my whole life. ‘ ‘ the only difference between them and you is the size of your ego. ‘ ‘ i get what the other angels see in you. ‘ ‘ whatever you do, you will always end up here. ‘ ‘ i win. so, i win. ‘

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transparentbutimpenetrable

If he had not been in his own sort of stupor,  her eccentric behavior would have been reason enough to leave.  But the morphine in his blood and his own obstinance convinced him to remain in his chair. “Do I really have a choice in the matter?” He removed his hand from the nape of his neck, revealing the gash that ran from bottom of his skull to the top of his left shoulder blade.  “Just fix me up and fast.  I’ve got a job to finish.”  No one said desperation made him a polite man.  

“Eaaaasy, tiger. No need to get snippy.” After the latex gloves are snapped into place, Violet reaches for a bag of cotton balls and an obscure bottle of clear liquid. She douses them with the mixture before pressing it gingerly into his skin. “How’d ya get this nasty wound? Looks like Freddy Kreuger was about to have his way with you.”

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claytoncleaver

John barely acknowledged who was speaking to him. He continued looking around the space for some sort of sign; for anything really. “No. I’m not…

   Violet watches him for a moment, taking a long drag on her cigarette. “Kid.” She exhales a trail of smoke. “Kid.” She approaches him, heels clicking against the linoleum. She gently grabs his shoulder, turning him around to face her. She flicks her cigarette to the side. “You. Out. Now.”

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leftread

        “i do work here, actually.”  for the record (even with it being painstakingly obvious), nathan is full of shit. he figured there’d some kind of bar food in a room out back that would have more sustenance than a bag of crisps from a vending machine. worth the risk of getting caught, he and his empty stomach had figured, too.  “—check the books, love, i’m new.  super excited for my first day.”

    Violet stared at him for a long while, eyes unreadable. Then, suddenly, her red lips crack open to let out a nasal cackle. “Ohh! Well, in that case, welcome to the team, champ!” She approaches him swiftly, slapping a palm to his shoulder while shaking his hand eagerly. “Y’know, I’ve been asking the manager, Keith, to get me a new assistant or y’know pair of hands or somethin’ around here for a lawwwwng time.”

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@finclegirlsx ; starter call. 

“I’m kiiiiinda gettin’ this vibe that you don’t like me.” She leans in close, squinting one eye with a cocked brow at the person sitting opposite her. She sways back, arms taught, shoulders shrugging. “I get it. My ma said I was always a real irritatin’ kid to be around.” She smacks her gum with a chipper smile. “Guess some things ya just can’t grow out of!”

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@tunnelvisionss ; starter call.

    “Sorry! Did I scare you?” She’s standing ever so eerily in the tempest with a dull rain coat and rain boots, holding a rabbit’s leg in one hand. The mass of dark clouds above let out a foreboding strike of lightning. “My bad! Didn’t mean to, my dude!”

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@leftread ; starter call.

“Uhhhhh       yoohoo!” She waves a limp paw at the other loitering in the back hallway of the bar. If they got too close to the basement stairwell, surely they would smell the blood. She flashes them a cocky, half smile. “Only employees are allowed back here.”

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@ncwandyke ; starter call. 

    “Relaaaaaaax. I know what I’m doing.” She smiles cordially and places a hand on his shoulder, forcing him to sit down. “Just breathe calmly and we’re gonna getcha fixed right up.” The young lady snapped on a pair of latex gloves. Scattered among the room were rusty medical tools, a metal slab, and rows of metal cabinets full of illegal documents, money, and drugs. “Now, where exactly didja get hit?”

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I'm sorry but there is no possible way in which your muse could possibly be a doctor between the ages of 18-22. Even if she graduated high school at 15. There is an undergraduate degree (3-4 years), medical school, residency/internship. The average age for completion of all of this is late 20's to early 30's. So I think you should be reevaluating the age of your muse.

well yeah she’s not a doctor. shes some backstreet quack who tries to sew people back together. its not like she ACTUALLY has a degree????i know the age is  STRETCH for any medical expierience, but shes a ~ prodigy ~ and skipped a few grades…. so kinda like a fucked up doogie howser. 

her character isnt supposed to be ‘realistic’ so why would making her older rly matter????? this is fiction my dude

i appreciate the constructive criticism tho * finger guns *

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@hebled  ・ ・ﾟﾟ・｡ starter call.

“No worries whatsoever!” She snapping her gum between her molars like some happy-go-lucky girl from the Valley. “I can get your wound fixed up in no time!”

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@claytoncleaver 

     “...You’re not supposed to be back here,” the girl replies in the South doorway to the EMPLOYEES ONLY section of the bar. The overhead bulb flickers. For a moment, the splotches of red are pointed out in the sudden burst and shrink of light. “Jeez, are you even OLD enough to be here?”

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Sing a happy song, sing a happy song Why don't you sing along, sing a happy song? You don't have to dance, sing a happy song Come on, clap your hands, sing a happy song

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goxinsane

Veronique had been surprised by her friend’s flush of excitement to show her the VIP experience at the bar. Indeed; she was a model but it didn’t make her any less popular than any other person– but it should’ve. Biting her lip; she hoped it wasn’t a wasteful experience. Almost hesitantly following Violet, her feet took her alongside the other towards the black curtained area. “And what exactly is behind zese curtains? What’s zee VIP experience, Violet?” the name curled off her tongue in her thick French accent, the name perfect to say.

    “You’re gonna find out,” she grins before giving her companion a sly wink. She parts the velvet and exposes a smaller room with dimmer lights and only three dancers. Four doors lay on the other side of the room     presumably for a much more ‘private’, one on one experience. The room is full of smoke and idle, rich men with lit cigars. Red rimmed gazes are momentarily thrown their way. They won’t look too long at Violet. They know better. Piss off the bar’s doctor, and you piss off the mob. “That’s Zelda, Gilda, and Penny,” Violet explains to Veronique, a swift thumb pointing out each individual dancer on the silver trimmed stage. “Best dancers in this joint.” A waitress passes with a tray of champagne and Violet successfully swipes a full flute. “Libations, m’lady?”