#screech cod oc

[screecher-call]

This is a vampire Au, set in Old londen. OPEN RP))

warning: sexism,

The air felt heavier then normals, more humid. The heavy layer of her skirt dragged on the dirty stones of the path as she marched her way through the alley. She was tired, dead tired. The medical lecture had gone later than expected. Much later, and now the dusk gave way to a bright moon. Its had the same milky white look as the skull on display at the university. The though made her fingertips dig into her palm.

Lorraine was no stranger to the Londen streets; she had grown up on them.

Running with her brother and hiding away with the other girls when the neighbors started yelling about the ruckus their playing caused. But now, she was older, a medical assistant to one of Londen’s best doctors, who would travel around to lecture the next best finest. Maybe in another life, she could have been one of the next best. The thought felt heavy in her stomach like an impossible weight. She would never reach that; she should be grateful just to be in the field as a woman. Grateful she managed to stay in the field.

The sounds of foot steps drew her out of her thoughts.

“Hello?”

[sergeantstefansson]

*leaves a hot chocolate next to him while he sleeps. She has to leave for a meet*

-Screech

[He groggily wakes up after a couple of hours - who knows how he got the time for that - and glances over at the side table. Seeing the hot chocolate, he hesitates for a second before sitting up and taking it. Nobody stops him, so he takes a sip.]

[screecher-call]

In my mind

Screech is constantly chasing down Ghost to do his checkups.

He’s suppose to check in with her after missions. Like most people are. Ya know, Just to make sure there’s no infection with scarring or what ever else. BUT this MAN just won’t.

So cue Prices smallest medic (5’2-5’3) marching through the hall pissed off cause now her coffee time is dedicated to hunting down this grown ASS MAN.

Hands slamming down on Prices desk cause it’s been TWO hours, her eyes twitching

“Vere iz he Captain?”

Cause she needs the paperwork done so she can GO HOME.

[screecher-call]

Just so yall don’t get to much respect for the medic.

Please remember screech has it down bad for anyone with a concerning amount of confidence. Which would include Soap but yes also Graves 🙃

[screecher-call]

* Screech ‘slams’ her hand onto her desk. She dressed in civilian clothes. A pair of blue jeans and a light pink sweater with her last name printed on it. She is,of course, wearing pink trainers as well. Her hair, for once, is braided back. Strands hanging down and crossing over her ‘duel colored’ eyes*

Alvight- est fRiday and zis veek haz been Scheiße veek…soooo (she struggle to prounce the ‘sss’ sound)

*she opens a desk drawer with a key and pulls out a thing of vodka or tequila… the clear bottle isn't labled. The drawer also holds a half filled bottle bourbon and a old Luger, likely from a war. She quickly closes the drawer and locks it. *

*she looks a straight at Price*

Iz for medical purpose, ja?

*she smiles pouring a shot into a Dixie cup. Pouring more shots for the rest of them as well*

@price-ofthe-job

[screecher-call]

Feeling any better, tjut (screech)?

T-tjut?

*she slurs, two shots of vodka down*

I-I do not remember feelink bad. But zank you Ice.

*she smiles brightly, slightly tipsy. Her accent is thick in this state*

[screecher-call]

Give a silly white lie about your muse.

[screecher-call]

how many shot to get you with Ice Pick

*she blinks*

He… Ice iz a friend. No amount of drinkink vould lead to anything.

Zat beink zaid…. I vill drink zat tall ass under ze table.

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