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Post by Nurse Crayzee on Aug 24, 2020 5:58:22 GMT 1
Nurse Crayzee here, happy to meet you! Please have a seat and the doctor will see you in a moment. Oh....Don't mind our pet rat, he just wants to cuddle up to everyone who comes to visit! ~~~pics it up squealing and carries it away~~~~
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Post by Daniel on Aug 26, 2020 21:42:07 GMT 1
Inside, the walls were a special shade of institution green, covered in damp. It could do with a lick of paint. It smelled colorful here too.
Then he looked up at the camera that followed his every step.
Now it felt like home.
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Post by Nurse Crayzee on Aug 27, 2020 6:46:59 GMT 1
A young man wandered into the asylum today. He seemed happy, but not, a long lost and tortured soul looking for some kind of solace, perhaps a shoulder to cry on, a sympathetic ear to hear his trails and tribulations?
I took my clipboard and laid it on the desk. We didn't keep any real documentation here, or at least I didn't. I really just liked the way I looked carrying a clipboard. Gently I took the young mans elbow and motioned him into our friendly and spacious waiting room. "Please have a seat and make yourself comfortable, the doctors will see you shortly."
I turned to walk away, and then suddenly I made sharp quick turn back to him, "Would you like something to drink? You look a bit parched my dear" I said smiling as I reached my hand deep into my pocket, yes, the laxatives were still there.
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Post by Daniel on Aug 27, 2020 18:31:40 GMT 1
Daniel licked his lips. There she was. A vision of loveliness. But then again, she was covered in blood. Hell yes!
"You smell great," he said. "I feel right at home!"
"Would you like something to drink?" the nurse said, right on cue.
Daniel beamed. He was definitely going to love it here.
"You? Really? Or can I just get someone sent to my room? Do you like Buckeroo?"
His expression darkened for a moment. "You don’t have any sheep here, do you? Watch out if you do. Especially if they're bigger than you expect.”
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Post by Nurse Crayzee on Aug 27, 2020 20:21:04 GMT 1
"No, not me my dear." I replied with a smile, "I will ask the doctors if you can have a 'snack' I'm not sure if we have any humans in stock at the moment, so few vampires survive the first week here for us to well...care."
Something about this young man appealed to me, perhaps it was his flirty manner, or the way he seemed so unaware of the tragic situation he was readily and easily putting himself into, like a kitten entering a snakes den.
"I'll ask our resident oaf if he can capture a wandering sheep for you. It might be a bit bent and twisted out of shape, but as long as it's blood is warm it's all you should need." I turned to walk away and then paused momentarily and said, "I'll check on you later my dear, once you're nice and settled in your cell...err, room, then perhaps I'll offer you a midnight snack," I said as I extended my wrist.
"The doctors Matt and Val will see you shortly." and in the next moment, I was gone.
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Post by Daniel on Aug 27, 2020 22:33:56 GMT 1
"...so few vampires survive the first week here for us to well... care," the nurse was saying.
A challenge! Boy. Daniel liked a challenge. Last Man Standing was one of Armand's favorites. Daniel had been the undefeated mortal champion 1975-1985.
"I'll check on you later, my dear," she added and then she was gone in a delicious clicking of heels.
Left alone, he walked in a circle and then drew up a tattered chair and, as instructed, sat down. No entertainment? The camera winked from the corner of the room. He winked back.
Ten minues later he was making shadow puppets on the wall; first, a fish, then a hippo.
(Definitely no sheep.)
Ten minutes after that, he had made a little fort with the chairs, a desk and some discarded surgical gloves.
If anyone had entered the room a minute after that, they'd have found the fort, the words I know you're watching spelled out in old syringes for the camera - but no sign of Daniel.
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Post by Nurse Crayzee on Aug 28, 2020 0:35:22 GMT 1
I was on my way to check on Shinra, who I had left for dead on the floor of one of our dark corridors, when the old intercom squealed with the sound of one of the doctors asking me to actually work for a living! Those sons of bitches! Alright then, whatever! Angrily I turned back to the intake room to gather the information requested, but the patient was gone! Damn little loony had taken off and must be scampering about like one of our rats in our long corridors. All at once and out of no where the lone sound of a lost loony vampire rang out and echoed all throughout the old building... "Have you seen any sheep?" I began laughing hysterically as I followed his echo to Block 3b - West Wing Singing loudly into the air, my voice bouncing off the walls causing all the patients to moan and cry for help, while I ran twirling and laughing as I went to go and retrieve my runaway patient. Baa baa black sheep have you any wool, Yes, sir, Yes sir, three bags full! One for my master Dr. Val and one for my master Dr. Matt, And one for the little boy Daniel Malloy who lives dead down the lane!continued in Block 3b ~ West Wing
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Post by Andrew Moore on Aug 30, 2020 16:44:25 GMT 1
Andrew approached the decrepit old building on foot. The taxi diver let him out at the end of the lane and refused to go any closer than that.
He showed a copy of the e-mail he had received about the interview to the armed guards at the door and they allowed him to pass. As he pushed open the heavy double doors, they creaked loudly. The place was falling apart. Nothing like the pristine conditions of the Royal London Hospital which he'd been fired from just last month. He wandered into the building noting the dirty floors and cracked paint on the walls.
Well, he needed the work and if the rumors were true, this place would be perfect for him. Surely a hospital that was experimenting on such hateful creatures would overlook the little stain on his record and allow him to join their team.
The office seemed to be empty for the moment, so Andrew popped a few modafinil pills from the bottle in his pocket and took a seat in the dusty leather chair to wait.
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Post by Ole Jack on Sept 2, 2020 16:42:37 GMT 1
***The intercom crackles overhead***
~Jack, you are needed at the front desk now~
He was walking towards the kitchen to get the food he needed to serve a patient in cell block C. That’s were all the strange of all strange were kept. Her name was Millicent but everyone called her Milly. She was 600 pounds and bed ridden when she was turned into a vampire. When given the serum she ate like she did when she was human and needed food constantly. She could get mighty testy when she was cranky. The power of flight was not bequeathed to her in a way useful. She sort of floated and bumped around in her cell like a blimp. Hissing and showing her sharp toothy scowl.
Ole Jack jogged down the hallways towards the front desk to see what was needed of him. Hopefully Nurse Crayzee wasn’t in there playing her records. He’d taken a might number two earlier that made his eyes cross thanks to her and her laxatives!
He opened the door to the front office room and saw a young man sitting down. He was holding what looked to him to be an application.
“Are ye here for an interview, Lad?” Jack asked.
He sat on top of Nurse Crayzee’s desk and swung his legs gently.
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Post by Andrew Moore on Sept 6, 2020 16:28:51 GMT 1
Andrew heard footsteps coming toward the office. It was about time. Strange enough that he had been called for an interview after dark in a facility that houses vampires, but stranger still that the staff seemed so busy that no one was watching the front desk.
The most unprofessional looking man Andrew could imagine, strode confidently into the room and hopped up on the desk. He wore dirty scrubs that were stained with what might be blood. The sleeves were rolled up and his bare arms were heavily tattooed. His hair was shaved on both sides and he scratched at a reddish coloured beard with filthy fingers. The crooked tag pinned to his uniform indicated that his name was Jack. Surely this couldn't be the man who was meant to interview him?
“Are ye here for an interview, Lad?” Jack asked.
Andrew stood and stuck out a hand which Jack gripped strongly and shook much harder than necessary.
"Yes," Andrew yanked his hand back from Jack's iron grip and wiped it on his dark suit pants. He adjusted his tie. "I'm Dr. Andrew Moore. I was a resident at the Royal London Hospital when I heard of an opening here. I'd like to know a little more about the facility in general and the job opening. What can you tell me, Sir?"
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Post by Ole Jack on Sept 6, 2020 18:46:14 GMT 1
“I’m Dr. Andrew Moore. I’d like to know a little more about the facility in general and the job opening. What can you tell me, sir?”
Jack studied the young man. He had on nice polished shoes and clean clothes. His hair was cut neatly and he wore glasses. And he had excellent manners. It didn’t make sense to him why a man of his stature would want to come work at a danky ole shit hole. Surely, he knew about the patients they contained here?
He squinted his eyes at the man and took a swing from his silver flask before he spoke. “Good ta meet ye, Andrew. I’m Jack.” He said in his Irish accent. “I can tell ye...this place is certainly nothing like the Royal London Hospital.” He noticed Andrew’s eyes were dilated but who was he to judge?
Jack went to the counter behind the desk and poured two cups of coffee. He offered one to Andrew and then he poured some whiskey in his own cup. “This place houses the supernatural of all kinds. We have doctors here working on a cure to make them “normal”. Jack laughed and with a slightly shaky hand he took a sip of his coffee. “We house a lot of vampires and a lot of humans who possess abilities. They are harmless if they take their meds.” Jack scratched his head. “I am the head orderly here. You will be working with me. The job is to make sure the patients get their meds on time, make sure they have what they need and make sure they stay in line. Feel me?” Jack looked Andrew in the eyes, “If ye hear the intercom come on pay attention. Sometimes the doctors Matteo and Valentino will want us to bring patients for testing and such.”
He handed Andrew a utility belt that had serums labeled, keys, syringes and a remote. With a disgusted look on his face, Andrew accepted the belt. “Oh aye, Andy...I can call you Andy aye? This place is nothing like the Royal London Hospital! You’ll be gettin yer hands dirty!” He clinked their coffee cups together and clapped Andrew on the back. “You got the job!”
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Post by Andrew Moore on Sept 7, 2020 2:16:07 GMT 1
“Oh aye, Andy...I can call you Andy aye? This place is nothing like the Royal London Hospital! You’ll be gettin yer hands dirty!” Jack patted Andrew on the back hard enough to make some of his coffee dribble down his chin. "You got the job!"
"Yes, Andy is fine," He hated the shortened version of his name, but would allow the staff here to call him anything they wanted if it meant a steady pay cheque and access to the room where the medication was kept. "And thank you! That was much easier than I thought."
He would be working under an orderly? Just great. Who didn't love emptying filthy bedpans and transporting patients from one room to the next like a fucking taxi?
The coffee tasted like he was sucking on a piece of cardboard and Andrew knew that flavour well enough. He'd had some less than dignified moments when he had licked the bottom of a few medication boxes just to get a tiny fix from the microscopic bits of powdered pills left over there. He considered asking for a shot of whatever Jack carried in that flask of his, but then thought better of it. He was already starting to feel the effects of the modafinil and drinking on his first day may not be the best way to form a good first impression.
They are harmless if they take their meds. He considered Jack's words. Could a vampire really be rendered harmless? His thoughts fell back to the night that he and his fiancee, Michelle, had encountered one of those vile creatures in the underground car park at the hospital when she had picked him up after a midnight shift. Andrew had barely escaped with his life and Michelle lost hers. What sort of medication could possibly stop a killer from doing what they did best? Andrew was intrigued.
He took another swig of the coffee and forced himself to swallow it. "Where to first, boss?"
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Post by Ole Jack on Sept 7, 2020 15:07:15 GMT 1
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