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that-shield-medic replied to your post: ooc
ooc: Do not despair you are perf!
Honestly, much as I love my followers, I'm not too concerned. I'm more confused as to what I did in the last five minutes that's any different from what I've been doing, to have warranted being unfollowed lol.
30 days of Character Development: Day Nine
9.) Who does your character trust?
Arianna trusts those who are near to her. She trusts few at work, and few in her personal life. To Arianna, trust means that they know about her past, and will help her if she has a bad day. If Arianna trusts a person, it’s a giant leap for her.
At SHIELD, she trusts Oscar. She hasn’t felt any trust towards anyone else yet. She sort of trusts Dean, but no one else.
Beginnings || closed || @ that-shield-medic
Arianna was bleeding. It was a simple cut, but deep. So, she was making her way to the med bay to get it looked at. Normally, she would take care of it at home, but it had bled through her bandage. Her shoe was pooling with blood at this point.
She made it to the med bay, and looked for the first doctor available. She spotted a young doctor at a desk, and quickly strode over to him.
So Weird
I haven't been in SHIELD in forever...
Uh...can someone help me find Medical? I lost it.
Here you go. Hope you like them! I'm just learning to type!
Micah pushed himself out of his chair with a soft groan. He shoved one into his pocket, the other reaching up to massage at his temples as he made his way down the halls. It was just as bustling with activity as usual. The noise hurt.
If it was just a simple headache, he might feel extremely silly for heading to the med bay. Which was probably why he hadn't visited a few days ago. Now, his eyes ached as well, his visions blurring even more than usual. When the ringing of the phone started to make his head throb was he decided that it was probably getting a good time to make the trip.
"Hey Doc.."
Dean came back to life. It was agony though, his head was pounding, he was colder than he'd been the last three days of waking up, and his muscles were stiffer than usual. Why was he even on the floor? He went to lift his head, cursing as it stuck to the floor, tacky with blood?
He blinked, looking down at the small pool of blood where he'd been laying, sticky and dark. Reaching up, fingers brushed over his forehead, wincing at the cut he felt there, it seemed to have stopped bleeding, but not long ago.
He forced himself to move, teeth starting to chatter as muscles worked a little more life into his system. Rolling, he grabbed his bed, pulling himself up onto his knees, and then to his feet. Get a hold of yourself Winchester, it's a short walk to medbay, and then you can rest. C'mon, this isn't near as bad as that werewolf attack back in Modesto.
He grit his teeth, pulling open the door of his quarters and thanking whoever no one was around. He gripped the wall for support and gloriously soon, he was at the entrance to medical.
"Hey, D-Doc, got a moment?" he asked, leaning in the doorframe. He probably looked a sight, pale, bloody, face, neck and arms all showing signs of blood pooling due to him having been dead the past six hours. It usually drained off quickly, but he'd only been alive ten minutes at most.
M!A - Seeing the Past
Micah ran his fingers through his short hair, giving it a sharp tug. This wasn't happening. Stay in the present, deal with the now. He took slow deep breaths, trying to calm his nerves. All he had to do was to find a way out of the building without running into someone. Somehow. It would be fine. He would get out, go home, lock the door and hide from everyone until this blew over.
Being here was probably the worse place for this to happen. There wasn't one person without scars in their past. He wasn't sure what terrified him more, the idea of seeing and feeling the horrible things people had been through and not being able to change them, or peeking into everyone's dark pasts without their consent.
Either way... He had to get out of here.
Steeling himself, he made a mad dash out of the call center, heading for the door.
