Medic For Love At Your Service

Priya Nesaro Artifus x 25 x Professor "I'm sorry have you been knocking at my door long? I wasn't ignoring you I just couldn't hear past the thoughts of my latest painting, come in dear! You need an extension on your paper? Ok...but...oh you say you're having issues with the boyfriend? Devastated heart? How long had you two been...oh my...five years is a long time...of course you can have till Monday to get that paper in. Come on let's get you a cup of tea and a canvas, we're gonna get you through this!" I can't imagine what else I would have to say about myself. My door is always open and I'm going to help you fight for love. Come by sometimes!

[medicforlove]

I'm up!

[witchcraftrp-blog]

Carson listened to what she said and heard the small words of which one was he. He chuckled softly and gently made sure the bleeding stopped and covered the wounds. “Oh you are thinking about Xander and me? Well, I’m the nice one- not the too outgoing and irrritating guy, I’m Carson.” he smiled kindly at her. 

He’d gotten it before, the wondering about who he was and honestly he had more or less gotten used to it. People were strange in this place and for some reason everyone had decided to start living with it. “And you are the one with the pretty name- I think I’ve heard it before..” he frowned a little before smiling. “Priya, wasn’t it?”

[medicforlove]

"Nice to meet you Carson, and yea I'm Priya. I would shake your hand but," She gestured to her hand. "Maybe not."

She rose from the chair and quickly cleaned the counter of the medical supplies before heading over to a cabinet "What's your poison? Coffee, Tea, Coco, or...warm?...Cold?" You name it and it was probably in that ccabinetin one flavor or another. Priya was pretty accommodating and used to having house guests with tastes that varried from standard to bizarre. More than a few people liked their coffee with a little lavender or their tea with a dash of pure coco. But those weren't her secrets to tell.

As she waited on the answer she pulled at her outer clothes, tugging off her scarf and pulling off her coat.

[medicforlove]

The World Spins on a Drop of Caffeine | Priya and Evangeline

[evangelinedupreaux]

Evangeline said nothing to the amount of caffeine her friend was intending to digest, but couldn’t help but be a little concerned at the amount. “I’ll um, I’ll j-just have a, um, mochaccino, e-extra chocolate. Um.” Her hand absently rummaged through her bag, fingering the pages of her notebook as she glanced around the store.

"Do you have raspberries? We could make raspberry cookies. They’re um, I mean, it’s different to normal chocolate ones?" There wasn’t a point in justifying her want for raspberry cookies, but Evangeline did so anyway. She always justified her want for anything raspberry flavoured, as if that would make her addiction to raspberries less obvious. “But we don’t have to make cookies, either.”

[medicforlove]

Priya put in their orders and then turned around and leaned against the counter to continue their conversation. She raised her shoulders and let them slowly drop back down as she thought about her pantry. "I still have dried raspberries...but if you want fresh ones we have to go to the grocery."

Hands on her hips she looked around again, waving at a couple of her students as they noticed her. "But that's really no problem in the long run. I mean working with a friend is a way of cutting the load in half but you know, you KNOW we're gonna get bored eventually. Breaks are what power progress."

She grabbed the coffee grounds that the Barista was shaking at her.

[medicforlove]

The World Spins on a Drop of Caffeine | Priya and Evangeline

Priya leaned over and lightly kissed her friend's cheek and then sped them up a little on their walk, practically dragging them both into Espresso Youelf. She glanced and around and was surprised there wasn't a line but she was not about to question that and accidentally jinx them.

"Do you know what I want? I'm nearly certain I'm just going to get black coffee with some light cream and some coffee grounds to go in we need more coffee..." She held up fingers on her freed hand. "I think I've got some scones and some muffins....if we want to bake cookies I've got everything for that too."

[medicforlove]

I'm up!

[witchcraftrp-blog]

Carson felt the cold air around his hand the second Priya walked back inside what seemed to be her house. He hadn’t meant to cause any injuries but then he had. He scrached his neck with his free hand while the other was covered in papers he could barely hold. “I won’t say no to a cup of tea.” he murmured as he walked inside and closed the door behind him, finding her fussing around in a medic kit. 

He chuckled a little before walking over. “You know, considering the wound is on the hand you usually use when stitching and painting and organizing things, I’ll help you out no matter your arguements.” he chuckled and walked over, forcing her more or less to sit down on one of the chairs while he took over the kit. “First rule of hurting someone, make sure they are stitched up right. My uh- best friend usually end up hurting himself or he more or less invites fighting but he comes to me when he does so I can make the stitches right.” he said with a smile as he took out some medical things, preparing to clean the wound. “This might sting.” he said and smiled at her, trying to take her attention on him and not the wound.

[medicforlove]

Priya shivered and tried to hold her hand still, centering a towel under her hand so they didn't get blood all over the counter top. With a deep breath she nodded her head and leaned as far back from her hand without dragging it out of of his reach. "I suppose you're right. Let's just...get it outta the way."

Priya wasn't shy about blood, it was just another color, but pain being inflicted on her? Not her things. She braced herself and looked everywhere but at her hand, sizing up the man that had knocked her down. "I feel like...it's not a small town of course but it's not huge by any means either...I have definitely seen you around..."

She tilted her head from side to side and mumbled more to herself than him "but which one are you..."

Realizing her mistake she scrambled to cover it. " I mean to say as soon as you've got me stitched and I've got my legs back under me I'll make you that tea."

[medicforlove]

I'm up!

[evangelinedupreaux]

I can’t just tell you, um, what it’s - what it’s about. That would r-ruin it. I’ll have to read it and you can - you can decide, um, the appropriate artwork yourself. —- It’s um, about, well, a-about two lovers. [ Evangeline returned her friend’s smile, laughing softly as Priya bumped her hip ] Are you - are you working on something currently …?

[medicforlove]

"Well how about this: we get our coffee to go, head back to my place. I'll settle in for the first half of your story and we can light a fire and you can read and then second half I'll start working on something while you finish?"

(She glanced at her friend.)

"I've been so swamped with life and school and work it seems like I haven't seen you in weeks. And you know I'm always down for hearing about people falling head over heels. "

[medicforlove]

I Just Needed To Get Outside | Open

Priya kicked her leg back and forth for a moment as she entered her third hour of people watching outside the high school. Kids were so interesting, always bumping into each other and running around as if the cold couldn't touch them and the education they were headed towards wouldn't load them down with homework for the night.

"So much energy despite everything you've gotta deal with. I miss that." She glanced at her watch and saw that it was going on nine, she'd stay to watch them change classes once more and then be gone.

"I'm only twenty five. When did I stop calling myself a kid?" She mused aloud as her hand swept her hair away from her face and she pulled her coat closer to her body.

[intelligenti-deactivated2014-de]

" Lucky for you, I’m not quite a  sane  librarian. “

[ He quipped readily without seeming to lose focus, sliding a few tomes from her steadily growing pile and replacing them on the shelves. The next line was delivered with an arch of the eyebrow. ]

“ And just as fortunately, I’m much less inclined to kill. Wouldn’t want to tick anybody off, huh? —Who knows what kinds of people I’d have coming after me if you disappeared…Head of the mafia, by the look of you? “

[medicforlove]

(Priya adopted a serious look and brought her index finger to her lips to signal for quiet, throwing her head from side to side and wildly looking around,)

"Don't be silly and talk about such things in public! No one knows that my father used to be in the mafia and that my guardians are holding the seat until I can take over. You think I want that spread around? Esh you're so inconsiderate, trying to get my killed!"

(She broke her rant with a high laugh and then quickly covered her mouth as it dissolved into low chuckles.)

[medicforlove]

I'm up!

[witchcraftrp-blog]

Carson had to smile at how she was more worried about his papers than herself. That was a gallant way of thinking. “Oh it’s alright- Most of them are just scribbles.” He said as he got more or less the last one who hadn’t been carried away by the wind. He was never lucky with his work, he tripped too often and for some reason it seemed like the town was laughing him up in the face for it. Great. 

Carson looked up to the girl and smiled. She had a very beautiful look about her even with hr scarf halfway over her head. “No worries about the papers, are you alright? I did not mean to do that at all.” he smiled and took his hand out and taking hers. “You got a scratch here, I’m so sorry- I’d like to go find a medic kit and get you cleaned up, is that too much to demand after making you bruised?” he chuckled and kept holding her hand.

[medicforlove]

"You never know where a scribble might take you. First rule of art, I hate it but it has saved a couple of my projects." She handed the pile of papers that were still in her hands back to him but then stood in shock as he fussed about her.

"Oh it's ok really. I mean you didn't do it on purpose and...oh wow that is blood..." She stared at her hand and then huffed, turning around and marching back into her house. The door didn't swing shut behind her and she called back to him. "If you'd like a cup of tea or a cookie get in here."

To herself she mumbled "stupid hands, stupid injuries, stupid scratchy sidewalks with their hand injuring nonsense.", as she pulled out some bandages to wrap around her hand.

[medicforlove]

I'm up!

[evangelinedupreaux]

Napping isn’t - napping isn’t sleeping, Priya. [ Evangeline gave her friend another concerned look before turning around and heading back down the street with Priya, headed in the general direction of Espresso Yourself ] Um, well, I wrote … I wrote something and I think I’d like it to have a proper, uh, cover picture when I add it to my blog and I was - I was hoping you’d make one for me. [ Then, in a rushed tone — ] but not if you’re not sleeping, of course!

[medicforlove]

"Napping gets me enough sleep to keep functioning Ev, At least...I don't know...at least until I have enough time to sleep again."

(She waved her hands through the air.)

"Anyway, your new project! Of course I'm going to illustrate you a cover for it. All you had to do was say the word. I'll read it in full later but give me a summary now, get my creativity flowing."

(A smile graced her lips and she bumped Evangeline's hip with her own.)

[medicforlove]

I'm up!

[evangelinedupreaux]

It’s nearly six in the morning, Priya. [ Evangeline’s tone was one of concern ] Have you not been sleeping …?

[medicforlove]

"What? No don't be silly. I have been napping at least."

(Priya reached out and linked her arm with Evangeline's.)

"You didn't come to talk about me. What's up?"

[intelligenti-deactivated2014-de]

" I…honestly haven’t a clue. He knocked it over, but started going off on  me.”

[ He glanced down at her, making a ‘what-can-you-do’ face and shrugging. He noticed her assistance, nodding at the neat stacks she was forming and cracking a friendly joke. ]

" Nice to see that someone has a healthy respect for the Dewey Decimal System. “

[medicforlove]

(She raised her shoulders and added another book to the stack.)

"I've seen you around. I figure any sane librarian would kill if they had to restack an entire shelf of books because they were in the wrong order."

(She laughed.)

"I think a lot of people would be pissed with me if I died today."

[medicforlove]

I'm up!

[evangelinedupreaux]

[ Evangeline had something new she’d written, something really good this time, and she knew just exactly whom she wanted to design the cover for it before she uploaded it to her blog. Priya. Her scarf wrapped tightly around her neck and covering the bottom half of her face, Evangeline braved the cold outside and walked to her friends house, notebook hidden deep within the depths of the bag slung over her shoulder. She saw Priya step outside, and pulled the scarf down from around her mouth, calling out in her small, quiet voice — ] Priya!

[medicforlove]

(Priya looked up and nodded at her friend, thankful that the girl had had enough sense not to startle her as she was really unfocused currently. She treaded carefully across the ice and walked to the edge of her yard, stepping out onto the street and covering a yawn.)

"Morning Evangeline. Or is it afternoon..."

[topsergeantbenoit]

Roadside Conversations || Beau and Priya

[topsergeantbenoit]

That wasn’t the word he wanted to hear, and it honestly pissed him off to no end that people would react like that to him saying that he was in the military. Why were they all left without words for him?! And it was not that he wanted sympathy, but he wanted someone to say something for once! His skin was beginning to crackle, so he had to take a few breaths before rubbing his forearms beneath his coat, trying not to let the Fenrir take over.

Perhaps his words had gotten to her, but now he had given her ammo to use against him in case she didn’t want to the driving lessons! Why did he have to bring up his girlfriend?! She wouldn’t even find out if he was teaching people to drive with her busy schedule!

"No, no. Look, it doesn’t matter for the driving thing! You pay me and it’s a business transaction." It seemed almost strange for him to ask of this, and so he just pulled back his aggressiveness and nodded to her comment. "Yeah, and I guess same thing over here. Lots of people know who I am so you won’t have a tough time finding me." With that, Beau waved to her a quiet goodbye and walked across the street, to go on with this day.

[medicforlove]

She shivered for a second and then screamed after him. "In a couple of days I'll look you up! But no laughing."

Before he could say anything she darted off back towards her house at top speed.

[intelligenti-deactivated2014-de]

" I’m good. That guy might bust a blood vessel or something, though. Thanks for asking. “

[ Tobias turned his gaze from the receding back of the rude man to the kinder newcomer, offering a small smile of gratitude. His hands did not cease their methodical placing of books. ]

[medicforlove]

(She glanced over his shoulder and raised an eyebrow at the man but waited for him to be out of sight before saying anything, kneeling down to grab at books and start stacking them into piles on the floor. She didn't know where she needed to shelve them.)

"Of course. What in the world was that about?"

[intelligenti-deactivated2014-de]

 ” Okay, just calm down—hey—! Back off, I mean, do  you  want to fix this? “

[ The librarian glared indignantly, then crouched and hoisted the fallen shelf with surprising ease for his physique. He settled it into place before beginning to restore the multitude of scattered volumes to their proper places. ]

[medicforlove]

"Oh Goddess above are you ok?!?" (Priya shoved her head around the corner and looked at the damage, only having heard the sound of shouts and books crashing.)

[topsergeantbenoit]

Roadside Conversations || Beau and Priya

[topsergeantbenoit]

Beau was born to be very tall, and the fact that he was buff ontop of that just made him look like a mountain compared to all the people around him. It also made him look like some sort of super soldier, though in truth, his height only made him a bigger target for the taliban. “Probably in Afghanistan. I came back not to long ago, since I decided to serve as much time as they let me in active duty.” Anything to keep himself from coming home so soon— not that it was an enjoyable job, but home came with challenges that he wasnt ready for. Like adjusting to normal society.

Beau chuckled, and shook his head. In truth, he was actually slightly annoyed with the fact that she’d rather put off something so important. “Trust me. You’ll need it and if you don’t get it, you could die in a blizzard because you dont have the heat of a car, or end up with a haemorrhage and no one to help you anywhere. Movement is pretty fucking important, if I do say so. And I do. I do say so.” 

Her suggestion did surprise him slightly, but it wasn’t something that ‘shocked’ him. Of course, he absolutely knew what the answer to that was. “No thanks. I mean…I got a girl, and she doesn’t like the idea of me talking to other girls. She’d probably kill me for entering your house without written documentation that said I was dying,” he joked, scratching at his beard with a sheepish expression. Not that she could actually kill him, but he’d rather not deal with it. This wasn’t worth that fight. It was probably best to disengage. “Maybe we’ll talk again some other time then?”

[medicforlove]

"intense." She said as she thought back to high school, vaguely remembering that one of the older students had gone off to the Military, she guessed that was him. It wasn't a super frequent occurrence.

Her hands flew into the air in front of her. "I mean ok ok...that kinda puts things into perspective and sure, you didn't laugh so I'd love the driving lessons but I don't wanna get you in trouble with your girlfriend."

She wiggled her fingers around and then quickly clarified. 'That's not just another excuse. I honestly don't wanna be the cause of any drama." Rubbing the back of her head she gave him a super wide smile. "I guess this is where we part ways? I'm never that hard to find. I'm sure you can't throw a stone without hitting someone who knows where I can be found. "

[topsergeantbenoit]

Roadside Conversations || Beau and Priya

He couldn’t even imagine the thing that she was talking about. Ten feet tall was taller than he was, at two inches past seven feet, but still something he could imagine by outstretching his arm halfway up. “Around this big? How’d you work with that? Like, a latter or something” Beau didn’t particularly like latters, with a terrible dislike of heights. Although people wouldn’t think so, it was simply one of those things that happened. There was a reason he hated flying besides having to constantly be stopped by concerned guards at airport checks.

Her excuses only reminded him of a particular woman that he knew— she was nothing but a coward, and yet always made this offhanded excuses as to why she couldn’t do things. “I can teach you to drive,” he began, only to quickly amend himself. “I mean, you pay me a tenner or a twenty and I’ll teach you all the ins and outs. Then you can buy a car and actually drive places! You’ll need a car one day, I guarantee it.”

[medicforlove]

She nodded at his estimation of the height, realizing for the first time just how much he towered over her. she was average for a woman but he was outrageously tall. "Yea,,,a few ladders and some really brave friends." She bumped her hip against his leg and started them walking again. "I could have used you. Where were you when I was in college?"

Her hands came together in front of her, wringing themselves through her gloves. "Uhh how about I pay you fifty a week to not?" She smiled as she thought of something silly. "You know what? On top of that why don't we not AND you can come pose for me in my studio?" Typically that scared people off, clothed or nude people generally didn't like to be stared at and most believed that artists had some secret sixth sense to see into their soul. Truth was that the model just revealed more by being nervous.