Post by Oddyseus Gautier on Dec 24, 2015 2:20:19 GMT -5
-Flip,flip, Click-
-Flip,flip, Click-
Slim fingers and cold metal danced for his distraction, but to no avail. He was still glued to the wall directly next to the door of the dispensary, and had been there for the last five minutes. He paused the dance for a moment to scratch his bleary eyes. He had just just gotten out of bed, after a completely wonderful 27 hour drive from New Orleans, and he wouldn't be surprised if someone mistook him for a zombie.
Why the 'ell did he have to come here? Odd's thoughts went back to his check-in, where one of the teachers had told him that he had to go get a physical and have his pacemaker checked out as soon as possible, to make sure it was "combat ready". His pacemaker was fine, otherwise he'd be dead already. Why exactly did he have to come here, get on the slab and have them poke and prod at him like some specimen, like Frankenstein's monster's second cousin Odd. Did they make special pacemakers that are "combat ready"? As all of this ran through his head the balisong in his hand spun faster and faster , the dance's tempo quickening until the dancers couldn't take it and -SMACK- the sharp end of the blade closed down hard on the palm of his hand, slicing through his gloves. Odd let out a curse under his breath, the blood running freely through his glove and onto the knife. It looked like he didn't have a choice anymore, he thought as he flipped the knife closed and opened the door with his one good hand.
Ah that familiar hospital smell. He knew it so well...and hated it. But there's no use in telling the staff that. He walked up to the front desk as he tried to remove his now blood-soaked glove, the attendant's face a mixture of shock and disappointment.
" Would you believe me if I told you I was coming here anyway"? Odd tried to add some brevity to the situation, though probably not the best time as he was leaving a horrible stain on their floors. The nurse handed him him a wad of paper towels, and ushered him through the doorway to the back to stitch him up...right as a brick wall with blonde hair comes barreling through the door, knocking the nurse back and his sunglasses off at the same time.
Odd fell back on his rear as the world began to spin, his eyes acting like they were trying to play Where's Waldo at 20x speed, spasming from the bright fluorescent lighting. He quickly covered his eyes, letting the darkness soothe the tremors.
"Well someone seems to be in a hurry" he said, though not with any malice. He really hoped the nurse and the other person were okay...but he couldn't see a damn thing to check on them.
-Flip,flip, Click-
Slim fingers and cold metal danced for his distraction, but to no avail. He was still glued to the wall directly next to the door of the dispensary, and had been there for the last five minutes. He paused the dance for a moment to scratch his bleary eyes. He had just just gotten out of bed, after a completely wonderful 27 hour drive from New Orleans, and he wouldn't be surprised if someone mistook him for a zombie.
Why the 'ell did he have to come here? Odd's thoughts went back to his check-in, where one of the teachers had told him that he had to go get a physical and have his pacemaker checked out as soon as possible, to make sure it was "combat ready". His pacemaker was fine, otherwise he'd be dead already. Why exactly did he have to come here, get on the slab and have them poke and prod at him like some specimen, like Frankenstein's monster's second cousin Odd. Did they make special pacemakers that are "combat ready"? As all of this ran through his head the balisong in his hand spun faster and faster , the dance's tempo quickening until the dancers couldn't take it and -SMACK- the sharp end of the blade closed down hard on the palm of his hand, slicing through his gloves. Odd let out a curse under his breath, the blood running freely through his glove and onto the knife. It looked like he didn't have a choice anymore, he thought as he flipped the knife closed and opened the door with his one good hand.
Ah that familiar hospital smell. He knew it so well...and hated it. But there's no use in telling the staff that. He walked up to the front desk as he tried to remove his now blood-soaked glove, the attendant's face a mixture of shock and disappointment.
" Would you believe me if I told you I was coming here anyway"? Odd tried to add some brevity to the situation, though probably not the best time as he was leaving a horrible stain on their floors. The nurse handed him him a wad of paper towels, and ushered him through the doorway to the back to stitch him up...right as a brick wall with blonde hair comes barreling through the door, knocking the nurse back and his sunglasses off at the same time.
Odd fell back on his rear as the world began to spin, his eyes acting like they were trying to play Where's Waldo at 20x speed, spasming from the bright fluorescent lighting. He quickly covered his eyes, letting the darkness soothe the tremors.
"Well someone seems to be in a hurry" he said, though not with any malice. He really hoped the nurse and the other person were okay...but he couldn't see a damn thing to check on them.