Benjamin F. "Hawkeye" Pierce (
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hadriel_logs2015-11-27 03:13 pm
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[open] I hope you blink before I do
Who: Clinic staff and you!
What: Doctors and nurses get acquainted and the clinic's open for business; starters welcome!
Where: The makeshift clinic and thereabouts
When: November 13th onward- forward date or backdate to your heart's content
Warnings: I predict language and shop talk re: medical procedures but what do I know, I'm just setting this up. Will update as necessary of course.
[Thanks to Banner and Friends there's been a shoddy little clinic erected somewhere in this city.
Okay, okay, okay so 'shoddy' is a bad descriptor because the little building and interior of is shockingly tidy and clean. The supplies are scant and obviously not worth flaunting and housed in a single cabinet. There's a single medical bed. There's an obnoxious amount of disinfectant but who would ever try to steal that? Anyway, the building may draw attention because there's a reliable coming and going from its doors. Mostly the same faces over and again, and there's a point to keep the lights shining through the night.
Sometimes there was even a guy who smelled faintly like he'd been drinking too much the night before wearing an army jacket in lieu of a lab coat, and that'd be the surgeon- aren't you lucky? And he's either counting and recounting and reordering supplies or scrawling something on a piece of pink paper or generally looking stir-crazy.
Get lucky- actually lucky- and there's the rest of the staff to run into coming to and from the clinic. Chat them up, ask about the rates, or show off your latest mutilation in hopes of attracting some ooh's and ahh's.
They'll be here a while.]
What: Doctors and nurses get acquainted and the clinic's open for business; starters welcome!
Where: The makeshift clinic and thereabouts
When: November 13th onward- forward date or backdate to your heart's content
Warnings: I predict language and shop talk re: medical procedures but what do I know, I'm just setting this up. Will update as necessary of course.
[Thanks to Banner and Friends there's been a shoddy little clinic erected somewhere in this city.
Okay, okay, okay so 'shoddy' is a bad descriptor because the little building and interior of is shockingly tidy and clean. The supplies are scant and obviously not worth flaunting and housed in a single cabinet. There's a single medical bed. There's an obnoxious amount of disinfectant but who would ever try to steal that? Anyway, the building may draw attention because there's a reliable coming and going from its doors. Mostly the same faces over and again, and there's a point to keep the lights shining through the night.
Sometimes there was even a guy who smelled faintly like he'd been drinking too much the night before wearing an army jacket in lieu of a lab coat, and that'd be the surgeon- aren't you lucky? And he's either counting and recounting and reordering supplies or scrawling something on a piece of pink paper or generally looking stir-crazy.
Get lucky- actually lucky- and there's the rest of the staff to run into coming to and from the clinic. Chat them up, ask about the rates, or show off your latest mutilation in hopes of attracting some ooh's and ahh's.
They'll be here a while.]
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He is, however, also clutching the hand not holding the leash to his chest, and it is wrapped in some pretty blatantly bloodsoaked cloth, and the bleeding doesn't seem to be showing much sign of letting up.]
Hello?
[His entire posture screams, I can go if you're busy.]
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[He opens the door and takes no time stepping aside to let the man in- he's trained to see the color red where it doesn't belong, you see. The dog, though-- that's a surprise and Hawkeye's stuck wondering if he should ask it be kept out. Anyway. Fella looked shy. He probably shouldn't be so forward.] Cute pup. Yours? [AKA, did it bite? Sharp teeth and all.] Wrap your hand yourself?
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[Is Bob's subdued advice. They arrived in the latest batch as well, and aren't quite so on their feet just yet. There's an ever so slight hint of the shell-shocked to Bob- though honestly that's sort of true back in Brooklyn as well, never mind in whatever the hell Hadriel is.
He looks at his hand, as though surprised it's the topic of conversation, then up at Hawkweye, and answers.]
Yeah, it. There was glass, so I wrapped it.